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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8
Steve and Jonathan go setup the cabin before they start unpacking.
Steve opens the windows, takes off the couch covers and dusts off the coffee tables while Jonathan takes care of toiletries and then they get the bed sets and start making the two bunks and the big bed in the main room.
Steve has mostly shaken off his freak out about Eddie saying all that stuff about him and Steve reacting by practically shoving his fingers in his mouth.
Robin helped. She always does.
She's been telling him to make a move on Eddie for months, but Steve keeps overthinking it.
He likes Eddie so much, it just feels impossible Eddie could like him that way too.
So, whenever Eddie says something like what he said in the car, Steve's head cannot compute it.
It doesn't make sense. Steve came out to them all ages ago. If Eddie thought of him like that, surely he'd have made a move by now, right?
He's the loudest, most unashamed person Steve has ever met, he's so unapologetically himself, he sticks by the stuff he likes no matter what, of course he would've made a move.
But he hasn't. And so he doesn't, Eddie doesn't like Steve like that. He's just nice.
He's so nice.
Of course he's not gonna make a big deal of what Steve did in the car. Steve's still a little embarrassed but he knows Eddie would never give him a hard time over something so silly.
Robin reminded him of that too, as soon as they got out of the car and Steve made mortified eyes at Eddie's back as he watched him go stand by the lake.
"You're kinda drowning in a glass of water there, man," Robin said, ruffling his hair.
Steve laughed, escaping her hand and glaring at her.
"I bet he didn't even think twice of it!" she offered, then when he didn't look convinced, she added "He said a bunch of stuff about you, did you think it was weird?"
Steve shook his head "Of course not. it doesn't have to mean anything"
"Exactly." Robin agreed then, rubbing his back. Steve sighed, leaning his head on her shoulder.
So, Steve is mostly over it now. Robin is right.
But, that doesn't stop Steve from stealing glances at the grill through the bedroom windows, where Eds and Nance are making hot dogs, as him and Jonathan make the beds.
Jon must notice, because when they switch to the second bunk, he comments "You know, you can let him down easy. it doesn't have to be a big deal"
Steve immediately drags his eyes away from Eddie and looks at Jonathan.
"What?" he asks,
"Eddie" Jonathan presses, Steve stammers,
"Wh-?"
"Oh come on, he obviously has a crush on you, man." Jon says, "And it's fine if you don't feel the same you know? you can talk to him as your friend, he's a cool dude- I don't think he'd be-"
Steve finally finds his words and interrupts Jonathan.
"Wait, no. Back up. Eddie doesn't have a crush on me." Steve states.
Jonathan scoffs but when he looks at Steve's face his half smile fades,
"Are you serious?" he asks,
Steve looks around them like his answer is written on the walls.
"Didn't you hear what he said in the car?" Jonathan demands "I thought that was the whole reason you were freaking out!"
"I'm not- I'm not freaking out." Steve excuses "And he doesn't have crush on me, if he did he would have made a move by now" he explains.
Jonathan gapes at him for a bit before he answers.
"Okay, one: you have not stopped looking at him since we got out of the car;" Jon notes, "And two: you flirt with all of us except him, you shut him down when he gives you a compliment and you always refuse to dance with him when we go out. Why would he make a move?"
Steve feels his eyes go wide and his stomach drop.
"Shit. Do I?" he asks "No, I don't flirt with you guys" he adds,
Jonathan snorts and gives him a non-plussed look.
Fuck. Okay maybe he does, it's a past-time of his, sue him.
"I-" Steve scrambles "How do I shut down his compliments? I don't do that" he tries,
"You cough and redirect or you laugh and deflect," Jonathan supplies, apparently had those at the ready, damn.
"I didn't do that in the car" Steve counters,
"Robin changed the topic. And you two share a brain" Jonathan states,
Steve covers his eyes with a hand. He hoped it hadn't been that obvious.
"Ohmygod. Fuck. And I do refuse to dance with him" Steve remembers, he's afraid Eddie will figure him out if that ever happens,
"Uh huh, but you dance with us," Jonathan reminds him,
So Eddie had made a move. Several, if Jon's to be believed.
"Fuck. Fuck. Eddie thinks I don't like him," Steve realizes, "Eddie might be attracted to me and he thinks I don't like him at all" Steve despairs,
"I mean," Jonathan placates, "you do spend a lot of time together, I'm sure he knows you like him"
With this realization, at the sight of the tiniest possibility, Steve feels his despair dissolve every excuse he's ever had to hide his feelings.
"No," Steve explains, dragging his hand down his face "No, he thinks I don't like him like that. He doesn't know I'm attracted to him!"
"Wait. You are?"
"Yeah!" Steve confirms, "It's the reason I freak out around him! I can't trust I won't throw myself at him if we dance and I'm always embarrassed of my reactions to him flirting or complimenting me cause I don't want him to find out. I don't wanna ruin our friendship" Steve explains
"Oh." is Jon's helpful reaction.
"Yeah, oh." Steve says,
"How are you so sure he has a crush on me?" he asks Jonathan after a bit,
"Well," Jonathan starts " First of all, who doesn't?"
Steve laughs despite himself "Shut. Up!" he says, balling up the sheet in his hands and throwing it at Jonathan's head, he dodges it easily and picks it back up.
"Second of all," Jon continues, like there was no interruption, "everything Eddie said in the car. And third, just how he generally acts with you." Jonathan shrugs, like it's so obvious, "He shares his songs with you first, he always lets you pick the movie, he cooks your favorite meals, he makes us buy your favorite dessert, I could go on, it's no very hard to tell,"
"And yet-" Steve interjects, laughing a tad bitterly.
"Give yourself a break, Steve." Jonathan tells him, "Nobody thinks straight when they have a crush,"
"Har har" Steve deadpans at the pun.
"That was completely unintended, I swear." Jonathan defends, "I meant it's not hard to tell from the outside. I bet if you really thought of it you could come up with signs you've missed too",
"I don't wanna assume-" Steve muses,
"Then don't." Jonathan tells him, "That was more or less what I was gonna tell you anyways, only now its the opposite"
Steve gives him a confused look.
"Just- You don't have to go ask him out this second," Jonathan explains, "you can just start letting him see that you find him attractive. You said your reactions embarrass you, you keep hiding them, I bet he'd love to see them if we're right about how he feels." Jonathan goes on,
Steve thinks about all the redirecting and hiding he does with Eddie, just so he doesn't find out Steve feels this way about him. If he has a chance to be with Eddie he knows exactly where to start.
"And if we're wrong he won't be an asshole about it." Jonathan says, "I'm 100% sure of that. You can have a big conversation if you want but I know that can be hard, so you can do easier stuff first"
"Like flirt with him" Steve supplies, maybe a little too excited by the prospect.
"Exactly." Jonathan smiles, "Helps that you're not bad at that",
"I'm not the only one" Steve shoots back with a wink.
Jonathan laughs, "There it is" he says, throwing the balled up sheet back at Steve.
Steve chuckles and catches it easily, "Okay. Alright, then. This- I can do this" he states.
"Yeah." Jonathan agrees, "Don't think of it like a huge change, just remember you're only letting him in a little bit, trying to figure out if he feels the same, and if he doesn't, that's cool," he reminds him.
"Yeah." Steve repeats, "Yeah you're right. That makes sense." he agrees,
"I mean it doesn't." Steve adds, "I can't believe he might be attracted to me but- thanks, man. I really appreciate it"
Jonathan smiles and reaches out to clap his shoulder "Anytime, dude. You're my friend, you can talk to me whenever, I'll be happy to listen." he says. Steve can't help thinking Will is so lucky to have him as a brother.
"You're really good at this." Steve tells him, "But, you know, I'm here for you too man, anytime." he offers.
"Thanks, Steve" Jonathan smiles,
Steve smiles back and untangles the bedsheet in his hands, and then they get back to work on the second bunk.
part 4
#steddie#steveddie#steddie headcanon#stranger things#platonic stonathan#not tagging stobin bc it's not that central here but you know they're always central in my heart.#we'll get more of them further down the road don't worry#anyways. I'll upload the next part later today :)#.#steddie lake fic
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The Farmer's Daughter 13
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Walter Marshall
Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You finish your tea in tenuous silence. With an agreement between you, there isn't much left to say. You really don't know what to say or do. All the implications pile on you as your mind races.
A wife? A good wife. What does a good wife do?
Support her husband. Love him. Show him affection...
That last thought tingles in your cheeks. You peek over at Walter as you hug your empty mug in your hands. What does he expect of you? Not just in your marriage but tonight? You haven't wed just yet.
He meets your eyes, brushing his hand over his curls. He slides forward on the cushion as your shoulders slope down. He still looks angry.
"Done?" He asks, not waiting for your answer before he stands.
"Yeah, I... I am, thank you."
He approaches and takes the mug from you. He goes into the kitchen without another word. You peer over at the windows, rain still battering the panes. You sniff and stand with a shiver as you search around, your clothes still showing damp patches.
"The truck..." you mutter.
"What about he truck?" Walt frightens you and you turn to face him, wrapping your arms around yourself. He stops to shut off the space heater.
"It's down the road. I couldn't get it all the way here..."
"We'll worry about that tomorrow," he grits.
"Right... tomorrow?"
He blinks, "you can stay. It's safer."
He nears and offers his hand. You stare at it, it seems so big. You slowly unfold your arms and put your hand in his. He squeezes, firm but not unkind.
"Are you tired?" His tone softens.
"A little," you feel a yawn trying to break free and put your chin down.
He leads you around the couch and back into the entryway. He ushers you towards the stairs as the cold air creeps up your legs. You climb up beside him, crowded on the staircase.
"Well, we'll get you tucked in then and we'll figure everything else out tomorrow," he affirms.
"Yeah, sounds good," you wilt out.
We. Not I, not you. We. Together.
He hums and says nothing else. He takes you down the hallway to a room at the end. He flips the light switch. There's a four-post bed on a brown rug with a green quilt is draped atop the layers of bedding. A desk stands in the corner, cluttered and full. Several sweaters hang from the back of the chair, much like the soft wool he wears no.
He leads you to the bed and throws back the blankets. He tugs you towards the edge and lets you go. You climb up and wiggle your cold toes. Before you can reach for the covers, he tosses them over you.
Wordless, he backs away. He rolls his broad shoulders as he turns his back to you and nears the long dresser against the wall, a basket on top of it heaped with clothes. He pulls his sweater over his head, further mussing his curls. As he reveals his thickly muscled back, you look away.
You guess you never thought much about how he looked. You always just saw him as strong and big, but you never delved that deep. Your eyes trail over as he undoes his jeans and steps out of those. He dumps them into the basket of laundry and leans on the dresser as he peels off his socks.
He turns to you, in a pair of boxers, and you shyly flick your eyes to the ceiling and lay back against the pillows. The image of the hair across his burly chest has your insides brewing. He's older than you but can't be that old.
He goes to shut off the light and you sense his shadow in the darkness, lurking closer and closer. You nearly gasp as his weigh shifts the bed and cool air seeps under the covers as he slides beneath them. You're nearly shaking with uncertainty.
You're going to sleep in the same bed. That's not unusual... technically, you're engaged so it's expected. He lowers himself down beside you and you squeak as he grabs you. He pulls you towards him, guiding an arm beneath you as he angles you onto your side.
You let him. Maybe you want this or maybe you're terrified. Either way, you can't deny him. You have a deal.
He curls his other arm around your middle as you lay flush to him, your short figure nestled against his large one. His chest rises and falls calmly against your back as your own heart hammers frantically. You close your eyes, folding your arm around his as you rest your small hand on his thick fingers.
He's as hot as a furnace. His body heat quickly chases away the lingering cold in your flesh. It soothes you in a way you don't expect. You feel safe despite your vibrating nerves.
"Good night, lamb," he kisses the crown of your head.
His deep voice rolls through you, a new sort of chill flowing down your body.
"Night, Walt," you murmur.
He lets out a noise, somewhere between a growl and a purr, and you feel the tension slake away from his body. It might not be so bad. He can be nice so long as you go along.
#series#au#backwoods au#walter marshall#dark walter marshall#dark!walter marshall#walter marshall x reader#night hunter#the farmer's daughter
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Fic: Evening Commute
Characters: Hajime Hinata, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Author: @miggylol
Notes: For @hajihiko as a birthday present! (I know it's a little early, but didn't want to miss it.) Thank you for all the art you feed us.
Excerpt: The door closed. In the silence, a breeze blew fingers of dust around their feet.
"Okay," Hajime eventually prompted. "I guess we head back."
At least the hospital was close to the bridge, but the walk seemed longer than it ever had before. Hajime became keenly aware of every sound he made: footsteps, coughs to clear his throat, swallowing. Even breathing sounded loud in his ears.
It was just so deeply weird to be walking like this with Fuyuhiko.
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If patients do not need to be accompanied, overnight stays by non-patients are expressly forbidden.
"Don't worry!" Mikan insisted from the front door of the hospital. Her fists clenched white-knuckle tight on a cool cloth she'd been using to soothe Nagito's fever. Around her, shadows lengthened into deep purple bruises on the building's exterior. "I won't let anything happen to any of them!"
"Damn straight you won't." Fuyuhiko shifted his weight after the terse words. He didn't yet seem sure of how to encourage people. That had come out more like a threat or order than praise, but he didn't try to clarify himself.
Hajime added, "We'll be back in the morning, all right? And we know we can trust you to keep them safe in the meantime."
Mikan nodded. Though their faith earned a smile from her, fear for their suffering friends kept the expression tight around its edges. "I should get back to Nagito. I need to keep his fever under control. Good night!"
The door closed. In the silence, a breeze blew fingers of dust around their feet.
"Okay," Hajime eventually prompted. "I guess we head back."
At least the hospital was close to the bridge, but the walk seemed longer than it ever had before. Hajime became keenly aware of every sound he made: footsteps, coughs to clear his throat, swallowing. Even breathing sounded loud in his ears.
It was just so deeply weird to be walking like this with Fuyuhiko.
I can do it, y'know.
Don't talk to me like we're friends or something!
I'll fucking kill you!
It wasn't that he mistrusted the guy's turnaround. No one would make that apology unless they deeply, fully meant it. But Hajime wasn't practiced with this new dynamic, yet, and his mind was consumed with worry for the people in the hospital. It was easier to just walk in silence.
Eventually, their feet stepped off the bridge and onto the pathway that circled the central island. It was a slight change in elevation, and Fuyuhiko let out a soft noise as he stepped down to the road.
Hajime's gaze flicked to the other boy's torso, where he'd been most recently bandaged. In the growing dark, he futilely tried to make out any spots of blood appearing on Fuyuhiko's white shirt. Fuck it, he should probably ask this before they got any further from the hospital. "How're you doing?"
Fuyuhiko started in surprise at the unexpected question, and stopped walking. "Huh? I'm not sick, if that's what you're worried about." Concern flickered through his good eye. "At least, I don't seem to be. Yet."
"Same here," Hajime assured him, but hesitated. "I actually meant your…" He gestured toward Fuyuhiko's abdomen.
"Pfft." Fuyuhiko snorted dismissively, but the noise cut sharply off. Discomfort crossed his face, soon hidden. To make that sound, he'd needed to tense his abdominal muscles. He closed the eye not hidden behind a patch, inhaled slowly, then opened it and began walking again. "Let's go."
Hajime opened his mouth, closed it, and set back into motion. Fuyuhiko was probably fine.
"That thing's goddamn creepy," Fuyuhiko muttered as the enormous countdown clock came into view. "Think it's really a bomb?"
"I don't know," Hajime mused. "If it's a normal bomb that size, then what happens? Is he just going to blow up the park and whoever happens to be standing there?"
"So, the other option is… what? That it's not a normal bomb? It's a fuckin' nuke, or something?" Fuyuhiko shook his head, but he still eyed the countdown ticking down with suspicion. "I can believe that some of the assholes involved in this could find one on the black market, with everything we've seen. But I don't think they'd go that route."
"Really?" Hearing the possibility spoken, as remote as it was, had sent a coil of fear twisting through Hajime. He wouldn't mind hearing why the idea had to be wrong. "Why's that?"
"That'd kill all of us like that," Fuyuhiko said, and snapped his fingers. "And then the show's over for the bear. I don't think we're getting out of things that quickly."
"Well, that's…" Hajime trailed off and smiled wryly. "Fair point." That was a darker answer than he'd expected, but honestly, it did make him feel better to rely on such a cynical assessment of Monokuma's behavior. Cynicism could be a lot more believable than optimism, sometimes.
Fuyuhiko actually smiled back at his reaction. A small smile, barely there, but it might be the first one Hajime had seen out of him.
Hajime slowed his pace once he understood how much pain Fuyuhiko was covering, while not making it so obvious as to be patronizing. If Fuyuhiko did notice, he didn't complain. Minutes later, they reached the bridge to the first island. It was even longer than the bridge to the third island and seemed to vanish into the twilight distance. They stepped onto it, and as the central island faded behind them, the sound of waves crashing below became a hungry roar.
"We'll need to check the restaurant tomorrow morning before we actually go in," Hajime mused. "When we grab something for breakfast, I mean. Before we head back."
Fuyuhiko eyed him sidelong. "Why?"
"The other group will have to run there for food, right? I can't think of anywhere they'd eat on the third island." Fuyuhiko still looked at him oddly, and Hajime continued in an uncertain voice, "So… to maintain the quarantine, we should make sure we don't walk into the middle of their group, if they've come over."
"They're not coming over," Fuyuhiko said with iron certainty. "Not until this disease is fixed. They're gonna hole up in that hotel, turn it into a known home base, and treat everywhere and everyone else as a danger zone. That's how people react in a crisis. Trust me."
Hajime frowned a bit. That was slightly too much cynicism for his taste, now.
"Especially after we tell them we're back in the cottages overnight, during tomorrow morning's call," Fuyuhiko added. "If we're walking back and forth between here and the hospital, the two of us will make them write off this whole first island as unsafe. They probably won't even risk the diner on the second island, since you and I also messed up the central one."
"So, you don't trust them?"
"It's not a matter of trust or not." Fuyuhiko shrugged faintly, careful to only move his shoulders. "When things go south, animal instincts can take over. People pull their claws out. They get fuckin' mean." He took a half-dozen steps. "…Sorry. For that. Y'know."
Hajime deliberated his answer, and simply said, "Thanks." But he also made sure to change the subject. "So, if they won't go to the diner or back to the hotel, then how are people going to eat anything?"
Fuyuhiko considered that. "Bar at the music venue? Concessions at the movie place?"
"Fair enough," Hajime admitted. No, there weren't any real restaurants over there, but there was something. Maybe paying attention to resources like that came from being a yakuza. If an escape was cut off, there would still be a way to survive in the meantime. "Do you think the sick people are going to be okay?"
Fuyuhiko took a few thoughtful steps before replying. "I'm not too worried about Akane, assuming that no one decides to just up and go psycho killer inside her hospital room. She probably wouldn't even defend herself, if they did." He saw Hajime's appalled look and snapped, "You asked!"
"Sorry, no, you're right. I just hate imagining that. So… you are worried about the others, then."
"Right," Fuyuhiko sighed. "Part of me thinks that Monokuma doesn't actually want Nagito to kick off. Same logic as for the bomb, y'know: he wants to watch us suffer in the trials. But Nagito might die, anyway, from how Mikan's talking. And Ibuki…" Troubled, he trailed off, looking even more concerned than he had for Nagito. (Of course, that could simply be explained by Nagito Komaeda being Nagito Komaeda.)
"You think she's the one to worry about?" Hajime clarified.
"People can bring themselves to kill. More people than someone like you would want to admit." Fuyuhiko's pace slowed a little more. After needing to heal from so many grievous injuries, his energy reserves must be running low. "But most people can't bring themselves to swing a weapon and see blood. With how she's acting right now… they wouldn't need to. Yeah. I'm worried."
"I guess you're right," Hajime said with sharpening unease. Even if it would get them out of here, he could almost certainly trust everyone to not bloodily plunge a knife into Akane's chest as she sobbed. No one was that brutal. But might there be someone tempted by the idea of handing Ibuki a knife, telling her to do the same thing, and then closing the door so they wouldn't have to watch any blood spill? That did sound more plausible, as much as he hated it.
Fuyuhiko stared straight ahead as they walked. "Of course, me thinking that way probably just says I'm dangerous, too. Right?"
Hajime eyed Fuyuhiko sidelong as they stepped off the long bridge and onto the first island. "No. It sounds like you're trying to protect people."
A dozen steps passed. In Hajime's peripheral vision, Fuyuhiko nodded. It might be in agreement, or in thanks.
Silence returned as they finished the last leg of the journey and found the hotel entrance rising before them. As they stepped through, Fuyuhiko looked over to where the girls' cottages were. He studied them for a few breaths, bowed his head, and looked away. "Uh, right. Do you normally wake up at the announcement? I'm always up before that, so I could wake you before I head over. So you could get there in time, too, y'know."
"Get there in time?" Hajime echoed in confusion. Even with a quick detour up the restaurant stairs to grab a commute-friendly breakfast, and even with Fuyuhiko's injuries, they'd both make it back in time for the morning call.
"I'm assuming it'll take you a while to get out of your room?"
They were on the walkway between the boys' cottages, now. As illogical as this was, he hadn't expected the hotel to feel quite this isolated with only the two of them on the property. Befuddled at Fuyuhiko's words, Hajime tilted his head. "Why couldn't I just walk out of my room in the morning, like always?"
Fuyuhiko looked even more confused than him. "Ibuki broke your lock, right?"
"Right…"
"So, you'll barricade your door. Right?"
"I… huh?" Laughing as his confusion resolved, Hajime asked, "Why would I do that?" Fuyuhiko remained silent in his own confusion, and Hajime clarified, "Hey, like you said, it's probably not like anyone's going to come out here and risk breaking quarantine."
"Yeah," Fuyuhiko slowly confirmed, but avoided saying the obvious: he was there.
Very deliberately, Hajime finished, "And so there's no one to worry about."
Fuyuhiko looked at him in surprise, then turned away so that only his eyepatch was visible. Eventually, he looked back and said, "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll see you around here tomorrow morning, or at the hospital. Right?"
"Right." With a small nod, Fuyuhiko turned for his cottage, moving with visible pain after the long walk. Hajime watched the door close and turned for his own cottage, only for uncertainty to prickle at him. He needed a few seconds to identify what he'd heard; or rather, what he hadn't heard.
Fuyuhiko hadn't turned his deadbolt.
Smiling, Hajime reached for his doorknob and stepped inside. He ignored the broken lock, stripped off his shirt, and collapsed gratefully into bed. Sleep came easily, even with his back to the door.
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𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐞 — 11:10PM
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Colby Brock / Reader
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: "Don't Shut Me Out." / You take off into the Vegas desert after you and Colby get into a fight
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Angst / SFW
𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 30 Day Masterlist
Vegas in the winter was miserable. It got below 'holy fuck it's cold' after sundown and left every breathing thing wishing it'd just catch hypothermia and die. And that exact thing led you to starting a tiny little fire nestled against a boulder.
You and Colby had gotten into one of the nastiest fights so far, leading him to storm off further into the townhouse yelling some rude nonsense about how 'being your best friend was so difficult'. In turn, you walked right out the front door and slammed it extra hard just to send a message. One road led to another, and another brought you to the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. Paved road had turned to dirt, and you had found yourself hidden away in a field filled with sizeable rocks and bushes.
The silence stretched far back behind your little nook, quite literally not a single sound more than the crackling of fire. And, on top of that, the fire was— obviously— only able to really warm one side of you. You were honestly very shocked that there had been no emotion the moment you slammed the door. Up until this point, sitting in the dust, you had felt... nothing, honestly. Your phone sat screen up in the dirt, fire reflecting off the screen to make a little square of orange. You had done so good about handling your feelings and expressing them: and now, seeing Colby's contact pop up on your phone screen as it rang, broke you.
At first the tears were slow. One pattered onto your thigh, soaked up by your jeans. Then, two and three heavy, thick drops fell. The damn broke, and you went from emotionless to sobbing in the middle of a field, cold, lonely and hurt. The incessant ringing cut off, and you were left in the near silence again.
After some time that you didn't keep track of, headlights pulled up a distance behind you. It didn't garner a reaction. It was Colby, nobody else would be all the way out here; and especially not for you. Silently, he sat down in the dirt next to you. "Your location was still on Life360." He whispers, his own voice hoarse. You don't even acknowledge him. "Don't shut me out." Colby says, nudging your shoulder with his.
"I didn't know my habits bothered you so much." Finally, after several long minutes, you speak. Colby stares at the fire, "They don't. I was just angry and said things I shouldn't." You lean against his shoulder, head tipped to rest in the crook of his neck. His head lays on yours, and you smile for the first time all night. "I'm sorry." He apologizes. while he doesn't elaborate, you don't expect nor want him to. And you weren't apologizing; you weren't at fault.
Colby convinces you to get up and get in your car, eventually. It's some time very late into the night, cold and dark. You follow him home— after kicking the fire out— and even though you park second, you're in the house first. Before you can march up to your room, a hand grabs your arm and spins you. "I don't think apologizing is enough." Colby says, holding you close. You sigh. It'll be rocky for the next few days.
Tired eyes blink, long. Weary brain finally losing its emotional adrenaline, you're hardly aware you're moving until you're hyperaware of being in your best friend's bed. "Why can't I be in my bed?" You ask, voice cracking. "You're freezing. I'm worried." Colby bites back, and he's right; you can't feel your digits and there's a subtle but firm tremble to your body. So you let him crawl in and pull you close, and he lets you leech off your body heat. You start crying again, at some point. In the dark, in your best friend's bed, in his arms. He shushes you, hand softly stroking your hair. You feel emotionally broken, fighting with Colby had drawn so much energy.
"We'll talk in the morning, go to sleep." Colby whispers when your cold hands clutch onto his shirt, trying to ground your body raked with sobs. He doesn't try to make the tears go away, just holds you close and whispers sweet nonsense you only catch occasionally. "I hope you never try to shut me out." He murmurs, right before you fall asleep.
#Don't Shut Me Out.#3:#colby brock fluff#colby brock x reader#xplr#sam and colby#samandcolby#colby brock#colbybrock#11/13/22
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Into the I-LAND | j.hs | bts
-> pairing. non-idol!hoseok x female reader
-> genre. road-trip/runaway!au, established relationship, high school!au, fluff
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 1725
-> warnings. none!
-> a/n. Such a good song omg
-> collection. songfic
-> started. ???
-> fin. Sept. 14th, 2020 @ 01:14
-> edited. Thurs., Jul. 13th, 2023 @ 16:16
"Have everything?" you asked him with an excited smile, your backpack hooked over your shoulder, an extra duffel bag in your left hand. He nodded, taking your hand in his own and squeezing reassuringly.
It was just past two in the morning and the two of you were wearing a good amount of jackets and jerseys.
“Let’s go,” he said softly, tugging you lightly as you walked down the road. Once you were far enough from your hometown, you'd try your best to hitch hike further, to your actual destination. The two of you had left notes for your parents, each telling them that they didn't have to worry and that you'd be gone for the week. You also told them that you wouldn't be too far from home, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence.
You were going to Daegu, since Hoseok had a friend there that would let you stay for the week. His name was Min Yoongi, if you remember correctly.
The two of you kept walking, hand in hand, down the left side of the road, making sure to stay out of the middle of the main road. It wasn't until about three in the morning when you started getting tired, your pace gradually slowing down. Hoseok was looking at you worriedly.
"Are you sure you don't wanna stop for a while? I'm sure we're far enough now to be able to catch a ride—" you shook your head, smiling up at him as reassuringly as you could.
"No, we can't risk it. Everyone knows us, Mr. Local Dancer.” He smiled sheepishly, a light blush tinting his face. You giggled at him, pinching his cheek happily. "We can walk for another five minutes maybe, and then we can catch a ride,” you said. He sighed, but nodded.
You were asthmatic, and though you had taken a puff of your inhaler before you had started walking, you couldn't take another one, since you had been stupid enough to pack it in the bottom of your backpack, and it would take way too long to unpack and repack. It took another fifteen minutes for you to actually stop, crouching down as it became a bit lighter outside. Hobi was wearing a luminescent/ reflective jacket so passing cars would still be able to see you. Hoseok stood over you worriedly, gently rubbing your back.
"Okay, I'll see if I can catch a car." You nodded, taking deep breaths to calm your breathing. Thankfully, it didn't take long for Hobi to get a car to stop. You stood up and followed him to the passenger window of the car, looking at the driver pleadingly.
"Hello, sir. Could my girlfriend and I please ride in the back of your truck?" He asked politely.
"Well, where are you two going?" He asked hesitantly.
"Daegu, sir." The man thought it over for a few more moments before sighing. With his thumb, he motioned to the back of his truck.
"Get in. It'll be a while until we get there." Hoseok smiled at the man brightly, ushering you to the back of the truck.
He loaded the bags into the back with you, helping you in before settling himself down, his back resting against one of the softer bags. You sat next to him, head resting against his shoulder. You looked up at him with an adoring smile, kissing his cheek. “Atta go, tiger.”
He smiled, cutely scrunching his nose and bringing a hand up to his face, bending his fingers so that they looked similar to claws. You giggled at him, kissing his cheek warmly and settling back against his shoulder with a yawn.
"Sleep, baby. We'll be there before you know it." Hoseok told you gently, stroking your hair in hopes of helping you fall asleep. When your breathing evened out and he had made sure you were sleeping, he smiled at you fondly before falling asleep himself.
••••••
When you had gotten to Daegu, you had thanked the driver by giving him some cash. Hoseok had then messaged Yoongi about where you were waiting for him, and when Yoongi came, you hopped into the back of his car with a laugh. Hoseok told him of your journey from Gwangju to Daegu.
"The room you two will be using is a bit cramped, but there should be enough space for both of your things." Yoongi explained as he unlocked the door into his house, showing you to your room.
"That's no problem, Minnie. As long as we have a roof over our head while we stay here, I'm thankful." You told him with a smile. Hoseok smiled happily at the back of your head, carrying some of the bags. He was glad that the two of you were getting along well. It would've been awkward if you hadn't gotten along.
"Here we are—"
Hoseok looked into the room where Yoongi had turned on the light switch. When Yoongi had said cramped; he had misunderstood. There was one small mattress in the middle of the room, and there was just barely enough space for their clothes. "From the way you were describing it I thought it would've been worse," you said with a light-hearted smile, lightening the mood as Yoongi snickered.
"My mom will get home in about 15 minutes, and then she can make us some food."
"You're sure your mom is fine with us staying here for a week? I mean, we wouldn't mind making our own dinner, or at least help paying." Hoseok offered with a frown.
Yoongi thought for a moment. "You can talk to my mom about it, if you really want to. But for now, just get to unpacking. When she gets back it's straight to dinner, dishes and then bed."
You laughed, waving to Yoongi before tugging on Hobi's sleeve gently. He turned to look at you, the two of you walking into the room and crouching down to start your unpacking.
True to his word, Yoongi's mother arrived and immediately ordered everyone to help start dinner. While you were cooking, you and Hobi had convinced Mrs. Min to let you pay for and buy stuff like bread, milk and (non-alcoholic) drinks.
You and Hoseok had started having a compliment battle while doing the dishes, until Yoongi, in a very non-threatening way, said: "If the two of you don't stop being so lovey-dovey, I will put soap in your eyes."
The two of you had just said goodnight to Yoongi and his mother, who were watching a drama before they also went to sleep. When you closed the door, your room was engulfed in complete darkness while you moved to lay next to Hoseok on the mattress.
"It's creepy," Hobi whined, pulling you closer to him like the scaredy cat he was. You snickered, holding him tightly before giving him a light, reassuring squeeze.
"Don't worry, sunshine. I'll protect you from the ghosts—"
"What ghosts?" he whisper-screamed, making you laugh. He smiled into the darkness, moving forward and placing a gentle kiss on your temple. "Goodnight, love. See you tomorrow morning,” he hummed lovingly, nuzzling his face into your hair. You hummed back at him, pressing your face into his chest as you wrapped a leg over his waist.
"Sleep tight," you whispered.
When you woke up the next morning, you noticed how you were warm, though you no longer had blankets covering you. Hearing the light breathing of another person next to you, you smiled as you realized that the reason why you were so warm was because of Hoseok; his leg sprawled over the lower half of your body, arm over your shoulder with his hand tucked under your arm.
Possessive, cuddly ray of sunshine, you thought with a giggle. You sat up, being pulled back down with a little whine. "Five more minutes..."
"C'mon, cuddle buddy. Yoongi's probably waiting for us."
"Why would he be awake and waiting for us?" Hoseok questioned, sitting up drowsily and with messy hair. You pushed his hair out of his eyes before smiling.
"Don't you remember?" you asked. "He's taking us around the place!"
Hobi's eyes widened comically, and you couldn't help but kiss him. He looked at you a bit dumbfounded, but regained his composure quickly to kiss you again.
When you left the house, Yoongi almost gasped. "I think this is the most sunlight I've gotten in the last five years—"
You and Hoseok laughed for so long that people started staring.
You chuckled all the way to the ice cream place, you and Hobi repeating the sentence under your breaths with carefree giggles. "Yah, stop giggling and tell me what flavor you want." Yoongi snapped pointedly.
"We'll both have vanilla." Hobi said before you could.
Cooing, you kissed his cheek. “Wah, you know me so well!"
"Of course." He smiled at you knowingly.
Once you had finished ordering and you were sitting outside on a mini-wall, you told Hoseok to pose for you. You took the picture with a smile, setting it as your background and sending it to his mom with the caption: 'Everything's going well and we're doing great! We'll be back in 3 more days!'
His mother sent back a heart and okay-hand emoji, making you giggle as you showed Hoseok, who lost his shit.
••••••
"Right! Last place!" Yoongi cheered as you neared your final destination three days later. You had stayed at Yoongi's place for most of the time, if you weren't going for walks with him and his parents (his dad having finally arrived back from a delayed work-trip).
"Wow..." You said, sitting on top of the hill in awe. You could see the whole of the night-time town. The wind blew your hair into your face, having forced you to tie it up, but it was doing wonders for Hoseok.
Looking over at him, you saw how he had extended his arms and closed his eyes, enjoying the way the wind pushed his hair back. You smiled at him fondly, going to sit with Yoongi and silently thanking him for the wonderful week.
Back in your small room back at Yoongi's place, you watched Hobi sleep fondly. "Goodnight, my sunshine. I love you." You mumbled.
"I love you too, baby." He mumbled back quietly, already knowing that you were asleep.
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Flower In The Desert - Chapter 3
Captain Syverson Fanfic
"There are two tankers," Syverson begins as everyone gathers around him. He places a map on the hood of the truck and Violet presses her body against his, feeling him tense slightly before continuing. He showed them on the map where the pumping station was and where they would be dispensing the water. "Questions?"
Everyone shook their heads as Harper answered for everyone. "No, sir."
"Good, let's roll out," Syverson commands, motioning for Violet to follow him. He all but shoves her into the Humvee before crawling in beside her.
"I said no special treatment," she spits at him, noticing a few of the men looking at her.
"I'm not." He doesn't bother looking at her as the vehicle starts and pulls away from the building. "It's my job to keep you safe the same as the other men."
"You're going to make this difficult on me, aren't you?" She glares out the window, away from him after her question and Syverson watches her.
"No more difficult than you'll make it on me," he responds softly, and she turns back to find him watching her. Her eyes catch on his for a moment and she feels the bolt down her spine before they both look away out their respective windows.
Her leg begins to shake, bouncing up and down nervously as they pass through the depressing-looking houses into the open area, surrounded by nothing but sand.
Syverson places his hand on her thigh, forcing her to stop as he gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry."
She scoffs at his words, brushing his hand away. Don't worry, she thought to herself. As if it were that easy. She was a woman alone in the company of men in the middle of a warzone. Why did she ever think that this would be a good idea?
They finally pulled up to the building with the pump and everyone climbed out. She leaned against the side of the water truck, waiting for it to fill as Chutsky made his way over to her. "How are you doing, sweetheart?"
"Fuck off, Adam." She rolls her eyes as he only grins, leaning with one arm on the tank, invading her space.
"I don't remember you being so rude in ROTC."
"I was young and stupid," she mocked as he laughs, bringing his hand up to her cheek. She glared at him as a warning, forcing him to drop his hand to his side.
"Come on. The nights get lonely. We could keep each other company."
Syverson watches the interaction between Violet and Chutsky, feeling his stomach tighten as a new feeling washed over him. Was he jealous? Eddie Syverson never got jealous. There was nothing for him to ever be jealous of. But as he stood there, watching Chutsky bring his hand up to Violet's cheek, he couldn't help but imagine ripping his arm out of his socket and beating him with it.
"Sy?"
His attention is brought back to the engineer as he tried to explain to him the problem with the pump and the debris. "Right. We'll try to get you more men to help you fix it."
***
"There's a truck on the road."
"Fuck," Syverson growls out as the convoy comes to a stop. They all climb out of their trucks and Violet watches Matt pull the man out of his truck. Everything happens quickly as she keeps her gun pointed to the ground, not wanting to frighten the already frightened man any further.
"There's a little girl in the car. It's his daughter. He said he's taking her to the apothecary." The translator offers as Chutsky looks at him confused.
"Apothecary?"
"Pharmacy, dumbass," Violet snapped, pushing him out of the way as she approached the passenger side of the car.
"Becker!" Syverson warned as she ignored him, opening the door.
She smiled at the small girl, offering her her hand as she helped her out of the car so someone else could check the truck. She knelt down on the ground in front of the obviously scared little girl and placed her hand gently on her cheek. "Shh," she tried to calm her, offering her a smile as the small girl shook.
"The truck is clean."
Violet nodded, helping the girl back into the truck and shutting the door gently. She moved to stand beside Chutsky and Harper. "I don't like it," Chutsky began, "these people use kids all the time. I have a bad feeling about them."
"These people?" She repeats, scoffing. "Not everyone has malicious intent. We are here, invading their homes and their space while they are just trying to live their lives. He's trying to get medicine for his daughter."
"You're too fucking soft to be here, princess," Chutsky remarked with a roll of his eyes.
"And you're too much of a prick to be here!" Violet pushed him back hard before she felt an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her away from everyone.
Syverson set her on her feet on the outside of the Humvee, away from everyone else's earshot, pushing her back against the vehicle. "I can't protect you if you go around doing stupid shit. Chutsky may be an idiot, but he isn't wrong. Your naivety could get us killed. From now on, don't do anything without asking."
"Fuck you," she hisses angrily as he clenches his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to compose himself.
He leans in real close so she can feel his hot breath on her face. He grabs her face in his hand, forcing her eyes into his. "You will do as you are told, or I will send you home. You understand me?"
"Yes," she finally retorts, glancing away from him until he released her. "I hate you," she spit out just for him to hear, turning away from him as he chuckled.
He leaned close to her ear from behind. "No, you don't, flower."
She felt her cheeks flush, and if they weren't already bright red from the heat and sun, she would be embarrassed as she climbed back into the truck. She avoided Syverson's gaze as he climbed in beside her and everyone loaded into the trucks to leave.
Syverson watched her glance at him briefly, clenching her thighs together as she gripped her gun before locking her eyes back out the window. He chuckled softly to himself, knowing he had gotten to her as much as she had gotten to him. But he knew that it was a dangerous path they were on. Not only were relations within the unit frowned upon, him and a lower ranking officer no less, but he also wasn't sure how her father, his mentor, would feel about him being with his daughter...
Chapter 4
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They really should have stopped to make camp.
It was too late now to do anything about it, but Scott lamented the decision all the same. The journey out to the uninhabited parts of the mesa to gather terracotta had taken longer than he or Jimmy had estimated. Nightfall took them both by surprise, and when Scott complained that their supplies were insufficient for a comfortable night, his escort agreed and suggested they make the trek back despite the late hour. They knew there would be some mobs along the way, but there were far more than either of them had expected and now they were surrounded.
Scott grabbed Jimmy's hand and pulled him away from yet another zombie as it took a swipe at him, and they kept running toward Tumble Town. Jimmy came to a sudden stop as he saw a skeleton line up a shot, yanking Scott against him and throwing up his shield to protect them both. "This is ridiculous!" he said in frustration as the arrow lodged into the wood. "There are so many of them. I don't know how we can get away."
"The river," said Scott, trying to keep his focus on the danger they were in rather than the strong, muscled arm wrapped around his back. "If we go to the left, the river is at the bottom of that cliff." He looked up at Jimmy's face. "The other side of it is lit up. We'll have to jump, but…"
Jimmy stared back at him. "I guess we don't really have a choice." He spun around and cut down another zombie as it got too close for comfort. "Go. I'm right behind you."
Scott took off and Jimmy followed him to the edge of the cliff, the threat behind them overwhelming any hesitation either of them might have had about jumping. The water was cold, but Jimmy made it back to the surface before giving in to the urge to gasp for air, and felt Scott's hand around his arm. They swam to the bank and pulled themselves up onto the dirt and to their feet, running for the safety of the lights lined periodically along the road.
"Never want to do that again," wheezed Scott when he determined it was safe enough to slow down, doubling over with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
"Agreed," gasped Jimmy, sinking to the ground, and looked up at the slowly lightening eastern sky. "Oh. Good. About time," he groaned. Scott straightened up and made a futile effort at wringing some of the water out of his coat, then offered a hand to Jimmy and pulled him to his feet. They followed the road into Tumble Town and to Jimmy's house, where Scott hesitated.
Jimmy pushed open the door and looked at him. "You're not making it back to Chromia in that state," he said. "Come inside. I'll get you a towel and a change of clothes."
Scott took the offered clothes and went into the bathroom to dry off and change. When he emerged he saw Jimmy had done the same but hadn't bothered with a shirt, and if he were less exhausted Scott might have been embarrassed at how directly he stared. "Maybe I should have near-death experiences with you more often if this is the view I get after," he said without thinking.
He laughed when Jimmy's face flooded with color. "Shut up and come to bed," mumbled Jimmy, and his eyes widened when Scott raised an eyebrow. "No! I mean for a nap! Just a nap," he said. "We're both dead on our feet, so…"
Scott bit back any further comments and followed him to the bedroom. "I can sleep on the couch," he offered, but he had to admit a bed sounded much better, and was grateful when Jimmy shook his head no. Both of them crawled into bed, and Scott's brief worries about any awkwardness were truncated by how quickly both of them passed out as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
When Scott finally awoke, it was to the sight of the afternoon sun streaming in through the window and Jimmy's sleeping face only inches away from his own. He resisted the urge to brush sandy hair away from where it fell across his forehead and mingled with the long eyelashes that fluttered faintly as Jimmy dreamed. He wanted so badly to run his fingers over Jimmy's cheek or the soft lips he couldn't kiss. Instead, he simply lay there and savored the moment, unwilling to look away from the sight before him. It wasn't until Jimmy's breathing changed that Scott closed his eyes again, pretending to still be asleep while Jimmy woke up slowly.
He could feel Jimmy's eyes on him, lingering for so long that he started to wonder if Jimmy knew he was awake. But Jimmy didn't say anything, just continued to lie still before resting a hand against Scott's cheek gently, and Scott's heart stuttered to a standstill at the touch. After a moment Jimmy sighed and got out of bed. Scott heard him stretch, followed by a demanding meow from the floor.
"Hi buddy," said Jimmy softly, picking up Norman and kissing the top of his head. "I'm kind of an idiot, huh?" The only answer was a loud purr as Jimmy scratched his deputy behind the ears. "I guess you really can't help who you fall in love with." Sorrow lined his voice, and when Norman meowed again impatiently the laugh that came from Jimmy was choked. "Okay, okay, dinnertime it is. Daddy almost died last night, you know. You could have some patience."
Scott listened to Jimmy carry Norman out of the room and shut the door behind him. When he was certain Jimmy was gone he covered his mouth with one hand and curled up on himself as he pondered Jimmy's admission of love.
Did he know? Was he only pretending he didn't know Scott as anyone other than the king of Chromia? Had he carried his love for Scott for all those years, or did he fall in love a second time with someone he thought of as a different person?
He buried his face in the pillow – Jimmy's pillow, full of Jimmy's scent and warmth – and tried to compose himself. He knew the answers didn't matter. The chasm between them was too great. All they could have now was the alliance between two leaders looking after their people's best interests. And, if Scott was very lucky and very careful, that alliance came with a cordial friendship and nothing more.
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I count. It's at least least 10 minutes of you laying before the final five eggs in your womb refused to be laid. The pressing against the entrance to your cervix refuses to go any further, refuses to budge. Despite your best attempts to try and get it out, it's impossible. The eggs simply don't want to be laid.
When we both realize this, I get to making sure the eggs are taken care of. Once that's done, I make sure you're alright. Getting you water, some water, and whispering praises to you. "You did so well, pup," I whisper as I rub your much smaller but still swelled stomach. "Once we get home, we'll get those eggs put of you. You did such a good job today, puppy."
Though, as I rub your stomach, I let magic slip out. It's impossible to tell since the magic affects the eggs directly; they'll steadily start to grow on the way home.
After a bit of back and forth between us, I get you to concede to sitting in the back of the car. It took convincing, with me mostly reasoning you'd need it to lay down and stay comfortable on the way home. And it's not like I was lying.
Soon enough, we're on the highway headed home. Unfortunately, it's packed full of traffic. But we both had a feeling it would be, considering you had asked to do this on the day many people had off work.
As I grumble to myself as we get stuck behind another car, you can swear that you feel the eggs growing in your womb. But surely they couldn't be? It has to just be a figment of your imagination because of finally being able to lay all the eggs, right?
🐺
the stream of eggs suddenly stopping is so disorienting, my eyes refocus and i gather myself enough fo look down and confirm what I can feel—my belly hasn’t completely shrunk back down, there’s still eggs in my womb that haven’t been laid. i struggle, trying to push them out, but they won’t budge.
you stop me seconds before i was gonna stop myself, and take a bucket from the back seat youd brought with you specifically for this purpose, to put the eggs in once they were laid, if we weren’t home first. it’s almost too small to fit them all.
i happily drink the water you hand to me, melting against your hands as you rub my belly and praise me for how good I did. im not worried about the last few eggs, even if it’s weird they didn’t come out with the rest—it’s your magic, after all, i know you’ll have a way to get them out.
i don’t want to sit in the back, further away from you, but you are right that it’d be more comfortable. eventually, i agree, and settle down, covering my still-nude lower half with a blanket.
the roads are just as busy as the plaza, and I do my best to get myself comfortable enough to handle the rest of the ride home. but as I shift, I notice something—my belly seems a little bigger again?
i shake my head. its probably just because i expected to lay all of the eggs, so the little pouch left behind seems bigger than expected. there weren’t any more eggs popping into my womb, I’d gotten used to that feeling, and there was no way the ones that were there had gotten any bigger.
i try to subtly rub my bump without you noticing to ease the feeling, and the shifting of the eggs inside me makes me doubt that second part for a minute. but it’s nothing, im sure.
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this is a workers job interview. which affiliate do you think you’re most suited to and what are your long-term goals? who are we stealing money from?
Before you guys question, calm down. This is just a fake scenario ‼️ I would NEVER do the things that I've mentioned in this response. (Also, I MIGHT be in my Villain Arc, so bear with me. 🤭)
Hello, good morning/afternoon/evening. I’m guessing Eugene sent you because he’s busy, so let’s get straight to the point. To be frank, I’d like to concur that the 3rd Affiliate would be the most suitable branch for me to work in. Let me lay down the reasons and details:
3rd Affiliate:
The reason why the 3rd Affiliate was a bust was because of how Vivi ran her previous establishment. It was very unprofessional of her to be slacking off on the job, when she’s under the influence of drugs and whatnot.
However, the problem that she had was that she didn’t hide her tracks well. I heard that she sold drugs to the previous cult, Pungsan before, and she should’ve properly cut all ties and information that could possibly lead them to her. Her animosity between her customers were flawed, and their transactions were sloppy. So, I have a better method of solving these issues. My main strength is my knowledge on programming, how anonymous servers work, how to utilize VPN through cybersecurity, and by offensive attack through hacking, so this will be a cinch. Additionally, I have experience in dealing with similar business matters before, so that is another strong skill that I possess. I have formed a plan and strategized a much newer and fitting operation that Euegene may be interested in, so I hope you’ll be able to follow and note the basis of it.
If we were to stick to selling the “goods”, then I suggest we utilize the Dark Web as much as possible. I’m sure, Eugene has heard of it. And if you’ve heard of the online black market business called, “Silk Road” on the Dark Web, then I don’t have to explain any further. We’ll sell the goods through their method, but we’ll do it even better. We’ll make our system much more tighter, secured, and reserved to only a select amount of customers at a time. Make the site accessible only at certain time slots on the darknet, Tor, to limit the number of accesses in it and for operations to be untraceably harder for outside sources to track our whereabouts. Also, if there are any instances of cyberthreats to the site, such as DDoS, then I propose that we hit these attackers even HARDER than what they have done to the 3rd Affiliate and make them regret it. Won't that be fun and rewarding? If they find solace, in a sense of security behind their arrogantly annoying hacking and computer screens, wouldn't it be effective if we were to invade their reality by making them disappear as if they don't exist? People go missing all the time. Eugene must agree. If these attackers are familiar with the Dark Web, then they should already be aware that there's a risk to accessing the site. Especially, when it comes to the Workers. I believe that these threats aren't so noticeable, so my proposal could be arranged if Eugene were to give the approval. If he does, tell him to not fret. Just leave it to me.
Since the location of the Third Affiliate, Vivi’s Club, had been unfortunately… “disposed” of, then he doesn't have to get rid of the building altogether. He can keep the location and rebuild another infrastructure, to replace it. Like a huge mall, tech store, or whatever he decides to replace the club with. It's just a place to station where the new 3rd Affiliate's location is. Underneath that business can be where Workers' employees can manage transactions and keep the site updated and protected through the uses of multiple computers. Basically, a giant base full of hackers. I'll be the one to manage them, so Eugene shouldn't worry about it.
When that has been established, we'll just have to transfer the location of production into a more hidden and secluded area, where it’s difficult to even trace. But, for her to hide it in a club? It astonished me, I’ll give her that. I understand that it is tricky to hide an operational lab in an area where it’s densely populated and crowded with some risk factors, so that should be taken care of more stealthily. I recommend having the lab situated somewhere where it’s inaccessible, without having to be searched due to it’s location constantly moving around. Such as, a vehicle. Either a boat, or a trailer. Both are good suggestions, but I prefer that the huge boat, like a ship of some sort, would be much more suitable. The idea sounds pretty genius, right? Well, you could say, that I’ve been inspired by a certain gentleman who I’ve done business with countless of times. Although, his psychotic methods can be a pain to my side sometimes…
When the packages are ready, then we transport them. If Vivi had sold and delivered them directly to Pungsan, then that’s already an error that shouldn’t have been made in the first place due to her own carelessness. We will have to transport them onto the outskirts of Korea. Especially, through the multiple locations of ports in Korea. This is why I mentioned the use of boats. We shouldn’t go to them. Instead, they should come to US by sending them encrypted coordinates through the Workers’ online delivery service. If they’re desperate enough to get their hands on these products, then they’ll have to put in the effort themselves. Correct? It’s best that we keep transports underground and hidden as much as possible. After all, we don’t want another Affiliate to be stumped once again.
Furthermore, I'm sure that these new customers will soon become regular customers and come back to us whenever they please. If that's the case, we'll offer exclusive membership that includes opportunities of "rewards" and "discounts" to them for good deals, just to get them hooked into our scheme. They will depend on us to sell and deliver the products that they need by gaining their trust while in return, we will give them a false sense of how "reliable" we are. Right when we allow them to adjust to how we operate, we will have them believe that they are familiar with us. When in actuality, they don't. After some point that they've reached a certain number of transactions with us, that is when we will steal money from them. We will extort additional cryptocurrency from said customers, by collecting their transaction information through advanced hacking and by using their personal information to access their accounts. I know. You must be wondering, how will this be possible if cryptocurrency is anonymous? Well, I hate to break it to you. There is no such thing as "anonymous" cryptocurrency. If that's been said, then it should've been treated skeptically in the first place. It's just a ploy for people to get hooked into it, so that they'll feel safe enough to use it more for themselves. When in reality, it's possible for people to steal cryptocurrency from one another. And despite this being a normal transaction in disguise, it's best that we double the security on our end before they realize that the money that we've stolen from them has fallen into our hands. We will cut ties from them, altogether. Since we cannot ban the users by using their IP addresses due to VPN usage, we will have to give them a cyber attack so severe, that they won't be able to access the site even if they get a new device.
Overall, I understand that this is a lot of information to process and to grasp the whole concept of, but rest assured. This operation is complex for a purpose, and that is to not make the same mistake as before. I want to help improve things within the Affiliates, especially the soon-to-be new and improved 3rd Affiliate, and make things more efficient to try and assist Eugene. After all, he wouldn’t want another Affiliate to go into ruin.
My Long-Term Goals:
My long-term goals are simple. If I were to contribute to the recovery of the 3rd Affiliate, then it would be nice to have some sort of incentive. Money is nice and all, but that isn't my main goal. I want to gain lots of experience on how the real world works before I could possibly expand my own business internationally. If I were to get the opening spot for the 3rd Affiliate, my plan is to work with Eugene for a very long time. I admire him for being very knowledgeable, tactical, and for having a well-calculated mind at such a young age, so I wish to be mentored by him. I could learn a lot from his business perspective, and I trust that he'll provide the best advice and tips for that matter.
I guess, that concludes the interview. I have given my business card to Eugene already, so you don't have to ask for another one. I look forward to his response, whether it be 3-5 business days or even longer. I'm a patient woman, so I can wait. So, until then~
#what even is this response lol#I really was feeling the role of a villain#but this was really fun to answer so whoever the Anon was for this thank you so much for asking me this 🖤#lookism#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#lookism workers#lookism eugene#lookism yoojin#anon ask
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AU-gust 2022: 3 — Countryside
I missed writing family aus for cherik so my muse allowed me just enough inspiration to write a short thing for AU-gust :) I'll be posting this on ao3 this week still but here, enjoy it ❤️ (I don't know if I'll be able to continue the AU-gust prompts but I really wanted to write this one dhsjkf)
"It's quiet."
Charles' eyebrows raise as his son's voice reaches his ears, eyes leaving the road to look at the child sitting by his side, staring at the world outside with giant eyes and the wonder only a four year old could have. In the front of the car, Charles notices Erik's mind becoming a little more interested in the conversation, blue-grey eyes looking at the rearview mirror and at them, allowing his senses to take care of the car. Charles would be worried if it had been any other person driving, but it's Erik, so he allows himself to remain relaxed.
"How does your head feel?" Charles asks, letting his hand brush against David's dark hair, which sticks up by a stronger force than gravity.
"Good," David quips, trying to get rid of his seatbelt to climb onto Charles' lap as he's used to doing, being stopped by Charles' calm hands keeping the boy where he sat. "Doesn't hurt."
Charles' eyes meet Erik's through the rearview, and he can see the sides of his husband's eyes wrinkle a little as a smile forms on his face, relieved. David's developing telepathy hadn't been kind on the boy, and any kind of comfort for him is a reason to cheer.
On the passenger seat, Lorna seems to let out a relieved sigh as well, a hand running through messy green hair to keep it from her face as the wind blows it everywhere, turning around with a grin on her lips and twisting her body enough on her seat to poke David's waist gently. The teenager has the same mischievous glint to her eyes as her father, far too alike him, and her grin only widens when David turns to her and gives her a pout and glare.
"No more screaming in your head?" She asks, and Charles can feel the worry in her words, knowing Lorna had been just as worried about David manifesting his mutation as Charles and Erik had, even if she had been the only one to keep her cool during the whole process, able to calm David down when not even Charles had been enough.
David seems to look at her, bright eyes focused on her face and making the girl raise one eyebrow. He blinks, and Charles watches it curiously when David gives her a frown and asks, "Who's Alex?"
Lorna's face grows pink, eyes widening at the mention of the name, and soon she's facing forward again, ignoring the wind on her hair or David's now constant taps on her shoulder as he waits for an answer.
Right, David is still learning not to go deep into someone's mind, unable to control when it happens yet.
Erik only gives the girl a quiet look, but thankfully doesn't push further about Lorna's reaction — at least not yet, considering Charles can see Erik trying to remember someone they know with the name. It wouldn't do to try and push her for answers, not when the idea of that trip had been to give everyone a chance to relax.
The countryside outside the car's window is, in fact, quiet, only a few minds around that Charles can feel, but nothing overwhelming. It makes Charles himself sigh in relief, knowing that his grasp on his own telepathy can be loosened without the many minds to breach his awareness. David's rest would end up benefiting him more than he thought it would.
"We're almost at the house," Erik announces, eyes once again meeting Charles' in the rearview mirror. "We'll be there in ten."
"Hours?" David screams, jumping a little on his seat.
"Minutes," Erik clarifies with a chuckle.
"Why? Wouldn't you like to be on a road trip with us for ten hours?" Charles questions. David's face is of utter disgust at the idea.
"No," the boy says, shaking his head to make his answer even more clear.
It makes everyone in the car smile.
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By the time they arrive at the small house, far away from any big city, and by the time Erik helps Charles into his wheelchair again, David has already taken the chance to run around the open space, Lorna running after him to avoid him from running too far. Charles can feel the amount of pent-up energy in the boy's mind from the trip, and he knows David wouldn't stop running around so early.
When Charles is comfortable and able to move around, he's met with the sight of David tackling Lorna's legs until she falls to the ground with a yelp. Both him and Erik laugh from where they are, next to the car. The wind bustling the leaves of the nearby trees and the sounds of their laughter as well as David's and Lorna's are the only things around, the feeling of only his family's minds around him making Charles feel comfortable and tired, like a heavy weight has been lifted and he can finally relax. He can only imagine how good it feels for David, who's not used to the onslaught of minds Charles deals with daily, and that he'd deal with from now on.
The countryside had always been a telepath's best friend.
"And how's your head?" Erik asks by his side, hand resting over Charles' shoulder gently, lovingly. Charles gives him a smile at it.
"My own head's noisy, as always," Charles says with a chuckle, seeing Erik tsk in agreement, knowing well enough that Charles' mind never stopped. "But it's definitely quieter."
"Do you think a week will be enough for him?"
"I'll help him as much as I can," Charles mutters, hand reaching for Erik's on his shoulder to give it a squeeze. "It'll allow him to get used to having his telepathy, and we'll just have to pray it's enough."
"At least he'll have fun," Erik says, smiling as Lorna picks David up and puts him under her arm, the boy laughing out loud and trying to get himself free from his sister's iron grasp. "And you'll get to sleep more than five hours a night."
"I brought the papers to grade."
"Charles," Erik complains, following Charles with his eyes as the telepath starts to move away, pushing himself forward with his chair as fast as he can to run from his annoyed husband. "I told you to leave work at home. It's your week off!"
"I'm hungry! Are you cooking dinner? I saw that the house has a garden with fresh ingredients!" Charles quickly screams, both Lorna and David stopping their pretend fighting to see Charles zooming towards the house with a stomping Erik a few steps behind him.
The week sounded promising.
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Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way - Chapter 5: Age 16 (after the summer)
cw: mentions of cheating
word count: 2.019
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sorry it took me so long to post! i started university in october and things have been a little stressful! i'll try to find a more regular posting schedule though! meanwhile, have fun with this and don't hate me pls.
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chapter summary: the one about first heartbreak
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School started back up a month and a half ago and Aelin already feels like she needs a vacation again. And judging by her friends' faces, they can see it too.
"You look terrible, babes," Lys tells her that morning in the car and Nehemia nods in agreement.
"Thank you," Aelin says, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"You know what I mean," Lys just rolls her eyes.
"I do," Aelin sighs.
"Wanna talk about it?" Lysandra gives Aelin a gentle nudge with her arm, never taking her eyes off the road.
"I just cannot believe how stressful school is all of a sudden!" Aelin bursts out. "I mean, junior year just started but already our teachers are telling us that we need to start thinking about our futures, and what colleges we want to apply for, and to plan accordingly. And don't get me started on SAT prep!"
"Hey, that's understandable," Nehemia's calm voice interjects from the backseat. "But don't stress yourself out too much right now. There's still a lot of time left for you to think about all those things."
"I guess," Aelin says noncommittally. "I'm just having a hard time accepting the fact we're more than halfway done with high school. The future just seems so much closer now than it did before the summer."
"I know what you mean," Lys agrees. "But it won't get less scary if you worry about it all the time."
"That's true," Nehemia interjects and puts a comforting hand on Aelin's shoulder. "How about we get together this weekend and make a plan."
"A plan?" Aelin asks.
"Yes, a plan," Nehemia continues. "We'll write down all the deadlines we have, like the SAT test day, college applications, and whatever else, and then we'll write down the things we need to do until then. Maybe it helps if we cut it up into bite-size pieces rather than trying to eat the whole cake."
"That actually sounds really good,'" Lys agrees.
"It does." Aelin can't believe her luck. She has two amazing friends who not only endure her worries, but also help her through them. "But now I want cake," she groans and they all laugh.
The first half of the day goes by quickly, though Aelin has even more assignments now. She makes her way to the cafeteria for lunch when Remelle steps out of a classroom and almost bumps into Aelin. Remelle can just stop herself at the last second.
"Whoa, hi there," Aelin says.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you," Remelle shrugs.
"No problem," Aelin chuckles awkwardly. "Were you going to lunch?"
Remelle gives her a look that Aelin translates as Well, duh, where else would I be going at lunch-time. "Yes," she says after a moment.
"Great. Me too." Aelin wants a hole to open underneath her to save her from this conversation. They start walking together in silence and Aelin is frantically trying to come up with something to talk about. "So, what class did you just have?"
"Math." Remelle seems equally unmotivated to find a topic of conversation.
"I hate math." Aelin comments, not sure what else to say.
"Yeah, same."
Finally, they arrive at their lunch table. Remelle goes to greet her friends and Aelin plops down on a bench between Chaol and Nehemia. She gives Chaol a quick peck on the cheek, not wanting to interrupt his conversation with Lorcan, who is sitting a bit further down the table.
Lys, who is sitting across from her, gives a pointed look in Remelle's direction and then raises an eyebrow at Aelin.
"We ran into each other on the way here and then walked together," Aelin explains.
It's no secret that Aelin doesn't really know how to interact with Remelle. Even though Rowan has been dating her for what, almost seven months now, Aelin has never really talked to her.
"How was that?" Lys asks.
"The usual. Anyways, what are we talking about?"
"We were talking about going to see a movie this afternoon. Do you wanna come?" Nehemia asks.
"Sure! I'm gonna tutor this freshman today, but we can go after that." Aelin tells her friends.
"Yeah, that's fine," Lys tells her.
Chaol, now done, looks at her. "What's fine?"
"We're gonna go see a movie this afternoon," Aelin tells him. "Do you wanna come?"
"I took my bike today," Chaol grimaces at her.
"I can drive us there and then just drop you off at school again so you can bike home from here. Then it's not as far?" Aelin suggests.
"Sure," he says, giving her a kiss and getting up.
"Wait, where are you going? Lunch isn't over for another," she quickly glances at the clock,"thirty minutes."
"Yeah, I know, babe. But I have to go talk to Mr Cooper about one of my assignments and he told me to come to him during lunch." He gives a shrug that says What can you do?
"Okay. See you later then?"
He gives her a nod and makes his way out of the cafeteria.
Her friends have meanwhile started discussing something to do with their history class. Aelin takes that opportunity to tune them out a bit and glance over at Rowan, who is sitting on the opposite bench, a bit further down the table. He and Fenrys are deep in conversation and Aelin lets herself look at him for five seconds, before moving her gaze along. She hasn't had one-on-one time with Rowan in more than two months now, and their school interactions were also getting few and far in-between. He is pretty busy with Lacrosse at the moment, to make sure he gets to keep his permanent spot on the roster for the year. But Aelin just misses him sometimes.
Movement close to Rowan catches her eye again. Lithaen, one of Remelle's best friends, just got up from the table and Remelle is laughing at her.
"Really, Li, you have to do your homework during lunch again? You really gotta get better with your time-management."
Lithaen just gives a self-deprecating shrug and smiles at her friend. When she turns to leave, she sees Aelin watching her and her smile dims.
Aelin turns back to her friends and joins the conversation again.
Ten minutes before lunch is over, Aelin slaps her hand against her forehead. Both Nehemia and Lys look at her as if she's just lost her mind.
"What's wrong?" Nehemia wants to know.
"I just remembered I was actually supposed to meet up with Ms Garcia during lunch so that she can give me the lesson plans for the tutoring." Aelin stands and quickly gathers her stuff. "I hope I'll still catch her. See you later, guys," she throws over her shoulder.
She leaves the cafeteria in a hurry and turns the corner to the hallway that leads to the classrooms, only to promptly run into someone.
"I'm so sorry," Aelin apologizes.
"Don't worry about it," a deep voice says.
"Oh, Mr Cooper! Is Chaol already done talking with you?"
"Chaol? No, I haven't seen him at all today. Did I miss an appointment with him?"
"Oh, no… He just said… Forget it." Aelin gives the teacher a smile and continues to Ms Garcia's classroom. She wonders where Chaol went if he wasn't with Mr Cooper. Maybe he just misspoke and meant a different teacher? She thinks about texting him to ask where he was but decides against it. He sometimes gets angry when she asks where he was when she couldn't reach him.
Rain is battering against the roof of Aelin's car. It almost manages to drown out the soft music playing over her phone's speaker.
It's afternoon a few days later and school has been out for a while now, but Aelin is waiting for Chaol. Lacrosse practice ended a little bit ago and she's here to pick him up. They want to do a coffee-date.
Aelin checks the time. It's been over fifteen minutes now since practice ended. Usually Chaol should be here by now. She looks through her window and contemplates texting him to see what's taking him so long when she sees Rowan marching toward her car. Chaol is hot on his heels, holding his hand over his nose and sending a death-glare at Rowan.
It takes her a moment to process what she's seeing. As Rowan comes closer, she gets a better view of his face. Aelin has never seen him look this angry in all their years of knowing each other. He doesn't seem to be angry at her though, which just makes the whole situation weirder.
She gets out of the car to talk to them and Rowan has almost reached her. As soon as she closes the door behind her, Rowan catches her eye and there's this look on his face that makes her stomach churn.
"Oh my god, what happened?" She isn't sure who she is directing the question at.
Rowan's eyes flash with sympathy and she just knows that something bad happened.
"Tell her." Rowan's words are biting and directed at Chaol. "Tell her what you did."
Chaol takes his hands off his face and Aelin can see he was cradling his nose. There's blood all over his hands and face. "I did nothing! You just hit me!" Chaol accuses.
Rowan had done this? Her soft-spoken best friend who'd never gotten into a fight his whole life?
"Don't lie to her," Rowan snaps, his words laced with barely-contained fury.
"I'm not lying! I don't know what you think you saw, but–"
Aelin has a feeling she knows where this is going to go. A heavy weight settles in her stomach. "Tell me what happened."
"Your friend just hit me out of nowhere!" Chaol looks at her, indignation written all over his features.
"Not you," Aelin says cooly, leveling her gaze at Rowan. "Rowan. Tell me what happened."
The look he gives her is full of something that looks an awful lot like pity. "I saw him with Lithaen. They were kissing. I'm sorry, Aelin."
Aelin's ears start ringing. She turns her head to Chaol and only asks two words. "How long?"
Chaol's gaze flits between her and Rowan and she can see his thoughts play out on his face. He knows she'll always believe Rowan over anyone, that there's no point in denying it anymore. So he just answers her question. "Since the summer."
Aelin's brain has already been trying to figure out the how and the when and there's an obvious answer. "So all those weekends and afternoons you were too busy with 'family stuff' or 'homework' to hang out? And when you disappeared in school?"
He levels her with a pitying look and opens his mouth to speak, but Aelin just about had it with boys and their pity for one day.
"I changed my mind. Don't answer that," she quickly says before Chaol can get a word out.
She looks at the both of them for a moment, Chaol already seeming like he is over the whole situation and trying to get a look at his nose to assess the damage and Rowan eyeing her like she might collapse at any moment and she does not want to deal with either of them for a second longer. "I'm going to leave now," she announces, her gaze focused on Chaol. "But just in case it wasn't clear already: we're over." Chaol just gives her a nod.
She turns around and opens her car door when she hears Rowan come closer.
"Aelin," he starts.
She turns toward him. "No. I just… I can't right now." She sits down in the driver's seat and looks up at Rowan who still stands close to her open door. "Thank you, though. For telling me."
"Of course," he nods, "Tell me if you need anything."
All Aelin can do is nod as she closes the car door. She starts the engine and makes it all the way home and into her driveway, before she puts the car in park, lets her head fall down against the steering wheel and starts to sob.
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(warning: pokemon violence, minor pokemon injury)
[Nimbasa Storm Sewers, 6:04 pm]
Ika and Brook continue following a trail of scratches and loose feathers upstream, getting more worried for their rescue targets.
The path they were taking was leading through smaller and smaller pipes. "The kids are smart to try getting somewhere they can't be reached. Whoever's chasing them is definitely on the larger side." Ika observes.
Eventually, they reach a junction where one much smaller pipe, large enough for the small pokémon, and evidently enough to stop the attacker. The pair of duckletts that the team were sent to find are huddled in the pipe, shivering in fear.
Brook approaches the scared pokémon, "Hey, kids. Your mom sent us to help you, she's worried sick. Let's get you guys out of here."
"B-but the huge pokémon! It'll eat us!" One of the duckletts quacked.
"Don't worry, we'll make sure nobody hurts you." Brook responds, coaxing the duckletts out of the pipe.
A low growl came from the tunnel behind them. The low light coming from storm inlets above briefly illuminates the dull green scales and blue crests of the foe creeping slowly towards the newly accessible prey.
The kids began to panic as they noticed the hunter. "Brook! Get them out of here, remember our exfiltration path!" Ika pulled a blinker seed from her pouch and tossed it into the Feraligatr's maw as it lunged at her.
The vulpix dodged under the blinded water type, running after her partner. The Feraligatr may be blinded, but it could still hear the splashes of the pokémon fleeing down the pipes. Building up water energy, it used Surf to propel itself quicker through its domain by water pressure.
Ika took a zigzag path through the pipes to the open manhole they'd found. Each time she heard the Feraligatr slam into the wall on corners, she timed the distance it was behind her.
Scrambling up the ladder (and mentally thanking the fact the Wigglytuff Guild made her train on climbing), Ika emerges in a small construction area. Brook and the duckletts were waiting for her nearby, starting to run again once she appeared.
The crashing of metal and water could be heard as the water pressure behind the Feraligatr sent heavy manhole covers shooting up on geysers. "Run!" Ika commanded, taking off at a sprint down the road herself as the pokémon grew closer and passerby humans began seeking shelter.
Suddenly, she was in the air. The manhole cover underneath her acting as the only thing between the small fox and the Feraligatr's jaws.
"Ika!"
Ika got back to her paws, jumping down and making a bit of distance from the large reptile. "Get to cover! Keep moving!" She yelled back, trusting that Brook would get the duckletts to a safe enough place for them to fly back home.
The Feraligatr couldn't open its mouth enough to get the manhole cover out, instead opting to rip it out with an arm. Several teeth scattered across the road, a trickle of blood dripping from its mouth.
Ika was keeping its attention on her with jets of flame. It shifted its grip on the steel disk, before throwing it as hard as it could at the pesky fire type.
Ika dashes to the side with Quick Attack, barely dodging the projectile that then shears into a parked SUV. She continues dodging its attacks, leading it further down the street while Brook follows along the line of parked cars. A burst of Bullet Seed here, an Extrasensory there, keeps the Feraligatr from being able to do any major damage to the smaller pokémon.
At the road junction ahead, drivers had fled from their cars as the pokémon battle neared them. A taxi had been abandoned in drive with its door open, slowly bumping into the hatchback in front of it.
"New exit. Get to the yellow car, and push down the lever on the right. On my mark... Go!" Ika blasted the Feraligatr in the face with Flamethrower, momentarily blinding it again.
Brook took up his spot at the gas pedal, pressing it down as hard as he could. Tires squeal as Ika clambers up to the dashboard and steering wheel, trying to put enough force on the wheel to free them from the car in front.
The Feraligatr slammed its claws through the trunk of the car just as it came free and shot forward. "Shit!" The car moved erratically while Ika tried to get her balance, scraping against parked cars and managing to close the open door against a light pole.
The Feraligatr gave chase for a moment before local police and trainers arrived on scene to try subduing the raging pokémon and it returned focus on the nearer combatants.
Once she realized they weren't getting chased, Ika called out "Left lever now! We're safe." The cab skidded to a stop, throwing Ika against the windshield. "Oof... I'm okay, let's go find Swanna and collect our payment."
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random thoughts about castaway diva, episode two
(read more because i always get carried away lol and this post might contain spoilers)
i'm going to preface this by saying i'm contradicting myself a lot in what you're going to read next but that's because i'm writing my comments as i watch the episode. so, when the show explains something that seems nonsensical at first, i'm going back on my words ^^'
the title of this episode (coincidence v fate) is intriguing. I think ki ho is one of the two brothers. I don't know which one yet but I really hope it's not woo-hak because his actions are in contradiction to what he's done when a teenager.
He wants to be a reporter but he chooses to publish mok ha's story when his brother, bo geol, rightfully told him not to do so because it'll attract public attention and mok ha is trying to adjust to the world after being alone for 15 YEARS.
From what i've seen, bo geol is more probably ki ho because he's more considerate towards her and seems to respect boundaries. He's also more polite and kind.
I'm sorry but kang woo hak can not be ki ho. I don't think he'd have changed that much in 15 years. I think that, even though ki ho changed his identity and pretended to be someone else, he'd still have that gentleness and compassion in himself. Which is why i'm leaning more towards be geol being ki ho. It makes more sense to me.
Or maybe ki ho will appear further down the line? I don't know.
Yeah i'm sure ki ho is not woo hak. There can't be any explanation that would change my mind. If he does end up being ki ho, I will riot! That's for sure.
They're planting the seed that woo hak is ki ho by the recurring "and then?". It's a nice detail, but i'm still iffy about him being ki ho.
This episode has left me confused more than anything.
I hope we'll see more mok ha & bo geol interactions so there is more suspense.
Just thought about it but woo hak being very close with his father could be another indicator that he's ki ho. He's never had a bond with his biological father so he wants to do that with his "new father".
On the flip side, if bo geol is ki ho, it's understandable that he seems more distant with his father. He's never had a good relationship with his dad so he has a harder time sharing an emotional connection with him. Hence why he's on his mom's side a lot of the time.
But also, woo hak is someone who pinpoints the importance of planning ahead for the future, something teenage ki ho has done by saving money to escape from his father.
I don't like this show because I sense a headache coming...
"If you keep worrying, you'll just end up with as many regrets down the road" Mok ha is regretting she didn't agree to go meet ran joo in seoul sooner. If she had done so, she might not have ended up on that island. The dilemma was difficult though because her father's presence was a heavy burden on her shoulders. Just like i said in my post for episode one, he destroyed her life and dreams so it's understandable she refused to go to seoul. She was scared and thought that maybe if she stopped wanting to be a singer, her father would calm down. Unfortunately, alcoh*lism is something that has an impact on the person that drinks and the people around them.
Throughout this episode, it was easy to notice how mok ha's personality and mindset hasn't changed at all. I mean, she spent fifteen years alone on a deserted island with no one to talk to. She kept herself company and seeing as she hasn't been influenced by what happened in the world, it's natural for her to be the same as she was when she arrived on that island more than a decade ago.
On that note, I'd like to say park eun bin is doing a wonderful job at being out of place/a foreigner to the world around her.
I'm just happy that mok ha learned from her past mistakes and will do whatever she wants to do. She's growing in front of our eyes.
The whole dodeok performance moment gave me so many feelings. Seeing yoon ran joo fall in disgrace from the public eye, resulting in her drowning her sorrow in cig*r*ttes and alc*h*l. But, even then, there's still someone by her side: seo mok ha. She kept her enthusiasm. She's a yoon ran joo fangirl. She proved it by giving balloons to everyone and asking them to cheer the singer on. She's a devoted fan and she made the impossible possible: impressing everyone with her singing skills and making her favorite singer shine.
I sense a strong bond forming in the future between the two women. I see them helping each other in many ways. I just can't wait to see more of ran joo and mok ha together.
I don't know if this is park eun bin singing but wow she sure does have an amazing voice 😍 edit: i checked and it is her singing voice. What a nice surprise!
before i end up this post, i'd like to apologize because i've been going back and forth in the comments i made on who might be ki ho. It's just that woo hak being ki ho makes sense but at the same time it doesn't. I'm waiting for the next episodes to see what happens.
Once again a great episode, so i'll give it a 9.5/10
#if anyone reads this and doesn't understand a single thing i said it's okay i am the same#i was left very confused by the episode as a whole#which is a good thing because it's making me curious about what will happen further down the line#i wasn't expected to be this hooked on a drama but i'm thankful#it rarely happens but i'm genuinely happy to watch this show#random(al) thoughts#kdrama#castaway diva
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Timeline: a little less than hundred years ago. Project Spearhead is closed, the remains of mod-souls became a part of Thirteenth Division. Was it a good idea? We'll see, but it is certainly a potential for shenanigans.
It is not the first big mission out of the Seireitei walls when everything goes to hell. Not even the second or the third one. It is the forth, when everyone had already calmed down and gain some confidence.
So there they were: sixteenth seat officer Kajomaru, fifteen unseated officers and three rookies fresh out of Academy, Nova and Kurodo. Considering that the whole Division consisted of something like two hundred shinigami, plus thirty-two mod-souls, twenty one was a pretty significant number for a team. Especially since their mission was almost a usual patrol, slightly spiced with evidences of people missing and strange footprints noticed in the forest.
Nova personally thought that Captain Ukitake was just playing safe. Well. Not like Nova was against it. Even with more shinigami that was almost certainly needed, he was a little worried about Kurodo.
Because, well. Kurodo could and will fight, Nova had seen that and knew that his friend would not hesitate to place himself between others and danger. Kurodo could fight any shinigami – at least for a while – with his versatile tricks and plain power-copying. But they were going on a patrol – to hunt for Hollows. And Hollows were not shinigami. You don’t need a complicated strategy to fight Hollows, you need to hit them and to not be hit by them.
Also, Kurodo’s stamina was bad. And Nova knew well that Kurodo would be much better back in Seireitei, doing paperwork and somehow solving problems which could not be solved with a good hit in head but required – unfortunately – more paperwork, and also going around and talking to people. Total magic, in Nova’s understanding, and much harder than fighting.
But Kurodo decided that he needed to get field experience, and Nova decided that at least with him nearby Kurodo would be as safe as possible. Well, on the second place, actually, since the safest would have been with Getsu. But Getsu was doing something else in his undercover as shinigami Hanaro Ri, and Nova was not going to disturb him unless it was strictly necessary.
Which it would be not, because they had a big team of okay fighters, and Nova was sure that everything would be all right.
So, back to the business. Their small group had spend ten days traveling to Fugai, which was the district by number… Was it twelve or twenty one? Nova was still somehow mixing up on what positions digits meant dozens and on what they did not. Must have been thirteen, because Nova heard one of the officers once said that going further than District Twenty in any direction meant at least a month on the road for shinigami and much more for usual souls.
So. They were in Fugai, District Thirteen to the east from Seireitei. Nova was still amazed by the sheer distances and the world in whole. To think that he thought the 12th Division underground facilities to be big and widespread! During these ten days they traveled by the road through cities, towns, forests, fields and even a small rocky area where no one lived except some really big ants.
It was nice. Well, it would have been even nicer if other mod-souls were here too, not only Nova and Kurodo, and also Getsu… But Nova knew that it would be too bold to ask from the world. May be it was for the best that Kurodo was here.
They finally arrived to the small city from which the reports about people disappearing came. The local folk were pretty tense, and Nova felt for a moment like it was more because of their uniform than from Hollows probably lurking nearby. Which would have been strange, because shinigami were protecting the souls without spirit power, right?
Kurodo and Kajomaru asked around for more info, got close to none and all squad went to explore in the direction that mostly answered the question “when were going all these people you never saw again”. An hour or so, Nova stumbled on a terrain, big clearing in the middle of the forest, that looked like something went wrong here. Like, really-big-fire and also may be meteor-falling level of wrong. Charred trees, scorched land, big rocks laying in strange positions, like if there was an explosion? And there was an area which looked like if something sliced the upper layer of land, creating clearly lined hole in the ground. But it all didn’t looked new, young plants already overgrowing the consequences of whatever happened here.
Kajomaru commanded to be on guard, and they were, but everything was quite and peaceful, except Nova felt something strange in the air, sour and bitter, and may be if he had a couple more minutes Nova would have realized that only he was feeling it, and therefore it must have been connected with his powers, but horde of Hollows literally fell onto their heads before that.
At this point Nova did get a slight feeling that this mission may not end up being all easy and without trouble. But he threw this thought away, because, a) fighting Hollows was what they came for, and b) Nova didn’t have much time to think.
Nova makes a short dash to avoid the bone-covered limb, long and sharp, hitting him into chest. The world blinks briefly, and Nova is suddenly ten steps further than he expected to be, almost stumbling into another Hollow face first. Fortunately the monster is facing the other way, so Nova strikes with his sword, separating spiked tail from black body which could have belong to a frog, if that frog was giant, black and with white skull on its head. The Hollow screeches, loudly and angry, and turns around, and while Nova dodges, two other shinigami at the same time cut into Hollow’s flesh, making enough damage for it to disperse in a short burst of black mist.
Nova throws a quick glance to the side - Kurodo is holding okay, evading the attacks of two Hollows at once, white fingers tightly grasping a handle of his wakizashi. The next strike of clawed limb is too fast, and instead of dodging Kurodo shrinks down, briefly transforming into someone short, and uses his newly obtained size to slip under the other Hollow, along the way cutting through its thigh.
- Hanaro, keep an eye on rookies! - Kajomaru yells from somewhere, and Nova follows his voice, moving through the battle field, shortcutting with teleports. He places more strikes here and there, distracting Hollows, and pulls one of the shinigami from under the blow of another spiky tail.
Three rookie shinigami, one of which was actually joined the Thirteenth Division after the mod-souls became its part, fight back to back with mixed success. No one is dead or badly injured, but the bold one has a scratch on his head, and the big one is clearly panicking, because the swings of his katana are looking more dangerous for his teammates than for the Hollows. At least no one is screaming or running for their life.
The third rookie, a solid build girl two heads higher than Nova (which is, unfortunately, not a rare trait to have, but Nova hopes to grow up in the future, now, when he is actually eating and sleeping as a human being), has a lot of determination in her eyes, and when Nova cuts the Hollow’s leg from the behind on the knee level, she severs the upper right limb of the monster. It doesn’t kill the Hollow, but it roars angrily, and it seems to help the big rookie to concentrate and to finally stop his katana from threatening to end up in his teammate’s leg.
Nova manages another look around, and there are a lot of Hollows. Big, small, strange-looking, a couple is even floating in the air, slowly flapping their wings. Their squad seems to be at least two people down, but not dead, and Kurodo is standing over one of the wounded, defending him from the greedily circling them hollows. Well, it must be Kurodo, because Nova is sure that this big-muscle-scary-looking guy was not in their squad.
Things are going mostly fine for some time. Nova manages to keep all the rookies in one piece (although the bald one DID tried to have his arm bitten off), and with common efforts they even managed to kill one Hollow and are working on another. But then Kajomaru is yelling something, and his voice cuts off into a scream, and a scream stops, and then there are more screams which start and stop.
And okay, at this point Nova did panicked a little, and the time begun flowing strange, both too slow and too fast, because he was diving in and out of teleports, trying to understand what was hapenning. Shield now in his arms instead of position on his back, Nova rushed to the spot where something strange was happening.
Kajomaru was laying on earth, no visible blood pooling under him. Two more shinigami near him, faces down, swords fallen out of their hand. The third one Nova saw falling, clutching to her side, scream cutting short. The nearest Hollow, medium sized wolf-alike creature, leaped for her, but Nova teleported unmoving shinigami away to where the rest of the squad formed a loose circle around the second wounded not-by-mysterious-something. The bodies – which felt like live ones, and were not dispersing into reishi particles, which was a good sign – followed, and Nova stumbled, slightly lightheaded. He was fine with moving one human at a time without tactile contact, shield was helping, but four in less than ten seconds were a little too much.
Hollow-wolf didn’t looked like a reason for four shinigami to be down. Usual Hollow, and Nova dodged another leap and sliced beast’s neck, disappearing before a clawed paw grabbed him. Unfortunately, it was not enough, and Nova continued dancing around the monster, trying to cut its limbs. While he was cutting the third one, the first one was already half-regenerated, and not each Nova’s strike was strong enough to separate the limb.
It takes almost three minutes, but Nova manages, and only one time Hollow blow hits him, making a long gap in clothes over Nova’s left shoulder. It stings, but Nova shrugs the pain and concentrates on the rest of the battlefield.
Shit.
Half of the squad was down, and this time there were pools of blood under some of the bodies, and most of the still fighting shinigami were not unscathed. Something roars, even more loudly and gloatingly, and there are even more Hollows popping out from nowhere.
Okay. So mission had gone to hell. Nova still could work with it. Nova still could work with it, even if his strikes are not even half that strong as of shinigami’s zanpakuto, even if their commanding officer is down, even if Kurodo is thrown out of his transformation and barely dodges the Hollow’s attack.
And may be somewhere on that point Nova thought about calling for reinforcements, but he didn’t actually had a way. There should have been hell butterflies, but Nova had no idea who from shinigami had them, and – more importantly – how to use them. May be someone had already sent them back to Division?
Then Nova remembered, that they were ten days away from Seireitei, and stopped thinking about butterflies, because while he had no idea how fast could they fly, he had a pretty good idea of how fast reinforcements can arrive. Shortly speaking – not fast enough.
Something bites into Nova’s chest, and he shudders from sharp wave of pain, but it passes soon enough, and Nova has no time to see what it was, because Nova is striking, dodging, jumping in and out of portals across all battlefield to pull out fallen shinigami from finishing blows. Overusing is not the word for how much Nova strained his powers, and his mask is wet with blood tricking from Nova’s nose, but he still can teleport, even if his shield is fervently hot to touch.
He has no idea how long it continues.
Breath in. Red darkness. Breath out.
Scream nearby, shinigami dropping his sword. Nova clutches the shield in his left hand, grabs shinigami’s arm with right hand and teleports with this alive cargo to where the other bodies lay.
Another sharp flash of pain, this time under the left knee.
Nova sticks his sword into Hollow’s eye, teleports on the monster’s back and repeats the process, severing the spine. Hollow’s death howl is muted in Nova’s ears, drown by the voice of another shinigami, which signals that one more human is down.
The fight goes on and on, and Nova is not even sure how many shinigami are still fighting.
At some point he sees Kurodo stumble, transforming back into his baseline body, blood out of mod-soul’s nose.
Another shinigami falls down, Nova finishes off two more Hollows, plus one half-bitten through shoulder, which would have become a bitten of arm, if Nova hadn’t teleport away from Hollow’s mouth. Sharp flashes of pain across all his body are getting annoying, but Nova has no time to think, no time to do anything but fight.
Another scream. Nova manages to concentrate Hollow’s attention on him, so the fallen shinigami are not being eaten alive, but it makes evading claws and fangs that much harder.
The next scream flicks the switch in Nova’s mind, because this is Kurodo screaming, and this is where the real panic starts, because Nova don’t have a plan further than ‘not to die’, its Kurodo who always has a plan, who knows what to do, and – much more important – Kurodo is screaming, and he is in pain, and then there is nothing, no sound, and Nova rips the distance into red splashes and the Hollow bending over Kurodo is dead, but Kurodo is not moving, and his eyes are closed and his nose is still bleeding, altogether with wide wound over his chest, shihakusho ripped apart.
Nova is scared, and exhausted, and his mind is kinda clouded, but he moves, because now if he stops even for a second, Kurodo may die, and Nova can’t let that happen.
At some point there is no one fighting Hollows beside Nova anymore.
It is a good thing that all the monsters concentrate their attention on Nova, because it means that they are not going for motionless bodies. It is a good thing, but Nova feels blood in his mouth, and shield almost melts through his clothes, burning his back.
Before, in underground labs, Nova would have thought that the reasonable thing to do in this situation would have been grabbing Kurodo and teleporting far, far away. Now Nova doesn’t dare to even admit this thought, because these shinigami are people too, not faceless figures in white coats. Also, Nova would not bear to look into Getsu’s eyes after leaving them for death.
It seems like Nova may not get to see Getsu again anyway.
Already half-familiar flash of pain bites Nova’s right hand, and it is suddenly much harder to hold the sword. This time Nova notices the source of hot agonizing feeling – a small thorn, the size of a fingernail, barely sticking out from his skin. Is it poisoned? But from where…
Nova fights, and fights, and the world blurs into mess of red-black of portals, white-black of Hollows and just red of his blood. It continues for an infinity, and then Nova is standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by Hollows, and there is something else in front of him, something that feels like danger and acid and blood.
It is taller than Nova, which, again, is not a rare trait to have. This Hollow is mostly humanoid, with proportions warped a bit and a mask riddled with cracks, and… Is it clothes it (he?) is wearing?
Not really important, because Nova can barely breath, and each shift of his ribs is painful and obstructed with overwhelming exhaustion and numbness. But Nova moves anyway, raising the sword for a strike, and then strange Hollow spits something small and fast, and it hits Nova in his neck, and the next moment Nova can’t move can’t breath why it hurts so much stopstopstop…
The white-clothed figure in front of Nova shifts closer and thrusts his clawed hand into Nova’s chest. It should hurt, but it does not, and then it suddenly does, and Nova feels like he is floating above the ground, and everything goes darker and darker, and then just. Disappears.
Nova passes out.
#whumptober2023#no.8#Outnumbered#bleach#fic#blood#nosebleed#poisoning#cliffhanger#nova#bleach noba#bleach kurodo#kurodo#i love writing scenes out of plot context#writing_getsu#especially when i don't have all the plot details yet#and i don't mean “not have written”#i mean “not invented”#:(#also: Nova! ignoring pain from unknown source is bad! don't do it!
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Signs You May Have a Slab Leak: What to Look Out For
Are you worried about potential slab leaks in your Carlsbad property? Indoor water leaks are one of those problems every Carlsbad, CA, homeowner will face sooner or later. If you suspect you may have a hidden water leak in your Carlsbad, CA, home, you must get the leak repaired immediately.
An indoor water leak not only wastes water, driving up your water bill, but can also result in significant property damage, including mold damage. But don't worry! In this blog, we'll walk you through the signs to watch out for slab leak detection in Carlsbad and how to detect them.
Slab leaks can be sneaky, but you can catch them early with our guidance. Let's dive in!
What Is a Slab Leak?
A slab leak occurs when plumbing pipes beneath a home's concrete foundation crack or leak, leading to water seepage beneath the foundation. This often results in significant damage to the property, affecting walls, flooring, and more.
Several factors can trigger slab leaks, including soil shifts, poor pipe installation, acidic water, and aging home materials. To minimize its effect, several signs will help you detect slab leaks and tackle them on time.
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According to the Environmental Protection Agency, a typical home can waste about 10,000 gallons of water yearly, and 10% of homes have leaks that waste 90 gallons or more every day. That is an enormous volume of water!
Without anyone noticing, slab leaks can go unnoticed for years. But you can detect the possibility of a slab leak even before your home floods. Keep an eye out for these indicators that indicate a slab leak problem.
1. Unexplained High Water Bills
One of the first signs you might notice is a sudden spike in your water bills. It could be a red flag if your water usage hasn't changed, but your bills are climbing. Pay attention and investigate further.
2. Water Pooling or Damp Spots
Keep an eye on your floors, especially tile or hardwood surfaces. If you see water pooling or notice damp spots that shouldn't be there, it's time to investigate. Slab leaks can result in water seeping through cracks or gaps in your foundation.
3. Hot Spots on Floors
Have you ever walked across your floor and felt a warm or hot area underfoot? This could indicate a hot water line leak beneath your slab. Such leaks can lead to uneven heating in your flooring.
4. Mold or Mildew Growth
Excessive moisture from a slab leak can create the ideal setup for mold and mildew to grow. Keep an eye out for visible signs of mold, musty odors, or increased allergy symptoms in your home.
5. Low Water Pressure
If you've noticed a decrease in water pressure throughout your home, especially in certain areas, it might be due to a slab leak affecting your water supply pipes.
6. Cracks in Walls or Foundation
Slab leaks can make the soil beneath your foundation shift, resulting in visible cracks in walls, floors, or the foundation itself. If you spot these cracks, it's time to investigate further.
7. Sound of Running Water
Lastly, if you hear the sound of running water even when all faucets and fixtures are turned off, it could be a sign of a hidden slab leak.
Detecting these signs early is crucial to prevent further damage to your property. But what should you do if you suspect a slab leak?
What to Do If You Suspect a Slab Leak?
If you've noticed any of these signs, it's essential to take action promptly:
Don't Ignore It: First and foremost, don't dismiss a sudden increase in your water bill or any of the abovementioned signs. Ignoring this issue can result in more significant problems down the road.
Inspect Your Home: Carefully inspect your home for signs of a potential slab leak. Check for damp spots, hot areas on your floors, mold, low water pressure, cracks, and running water sounds.
Contact a Professional: If you suspect a slab leak, it's time to call in the experts. Reach out to a reputable plumbing service like EZ Slab Leak Detection Carlsbad. They specialize in accurate slab leak detection and repair.
Expert Assessment: Once you've contacted the professionals, they'll assess the situation. They have advanced equipment and techniques to accurately detect slab leaks without unnecessary disruption to your property.
Prompt Repairs: If a slab leak is confirmed, the experts will discuss the best repair options with you. These can include pipe coating, rerouting, repiping, and pipelining. The goal is to fix the issue promptly and effectively.
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Conclusion
Choose an EZ slab leak detection Carlsbad plumber. Accurate slab leak detection is essential to limiting additional property damage. You can prevent potential consequences from a hidden slab leak for your property and wallet by being aware of the signs mentioned above and acting quickly to address them.
Recall that we are your reliable partner for precise detection and effective repairs if you suspect a slab leak in Carlsbad. Please do not hesitate to contact us for our prompt assistance and expertise.
Author Bio:
Name - Karl Brown
Karl, a marketing manager at EZ Leak Detection, loves to write about plumbing and HVAC services to make the life of the reader easier. Leakages in your property can be dangerous but not all the leaks are easily accessible. He has given extensive information about water leak and slab leak and tips to detect them quickly along with quick solutions to prevent you from inconveniences and health hazards.
Leakage problems and malfunction of appliances demand comprehensive solutions. Also, regular maintenance is not the thing to be missed for leading life with zero hassles. Read our recent post related to leakage detection and repair, alerts for HVAC shutdown and how to repair it, and installation of AC and water heater in San Diego.
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Economical Drain Services for Clogged Drainage Problems
Are you tired of dealing with clogged drains that disrupt your daily routine? It's frustrating to have water backing up in your sinks, showers, or toilets, causing inconvenience and potential damage. But worry no more! At Olympia Service, we have the perfect solution for all your clogged drainage problems. Our team of experienced technicians offers reliable drain services that will clear those stubborn blockages and get your plumbing system back on track. Say goodbye to the hassle and hello to smooth-flowing pipes! In this blog post, we'll dive into the details of our economical drain services that are designed to tackle even the toughest clogs. So sit back, relax, and let us take care of your drain woes!
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