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slxsherr · 1 year

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You're My Favorite Explosion

read part I here and part II here

pairing: charlie walker x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: your relationship isn't perfect, but neither of you could imagine being with anyone else.

wc: 1558

warnings: fem!reader, cursing swearing, kinda angsty, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

bimbo!reader and charlie have a pretty chill senior year imo, since charlie’s busy with you he never gets roped into jill’s ghostface plan.

bimbo!reader ends up being pretty good friends with kirby, completely oblivious to her and charlie’s past. it leads to some awkward situations, but eventually you figure out it’s best not to involve the two.

bimbo!reader buys charlie three months of a horror movie themed subscription box for christmas and he nearly screams when he opens it and a slasher’s head pops out like a jack in the box. he got you a heart locket with his initials engraved on the back, he’s embarrassed bc he thinks it’s cheesy but you love it.

bimbo!reader is charlie’s first new year’s kiss, among other new year’s firsts ;)

bimbo!reader and charlie say “i love you” for the first time on valentine’s day.

bimbo!reader and charlie go to the beach over spring break, and he nearly cums in his trunks when he sees you in your skimpy little bikini. he worries some surfer dude is gonna steal you away from him, but his worries are quickly laid to rest when you spend the whole time doting on him. you’re worried he’s gonna burn, he’s so pale, so you make sure he reapplies sunblock and ask him to get your back and shoulders bc “skin cancer isn’t sexy, baby”.

bimbo!reader gets upset during prom season, charlie never asks you to be his date so you feel like he doesn’t wanna go. he just thought it was implied you were going together, plans a cheesy promposal to make it up to you.

bimbo!reader gets nominated for prom queen and actually wins, but refuses to dance with the prom king bc you don’t wanna dance with anyone else but charlie.

bimbo!reader almost doesn’t graduate bc of some misunderstandings in class, but charlie helps you appeal to the teachers and turn in your missing assignments so you can graduate.

bimbo!reader throws charlie a party when he gets accepted as a film major at usc.

bimbo!reader drags charlie to parties, beaches, concerts, anything to spend time with him before he leaves for college, since you're not going to the same one as him.

bimbo!reader and charlie get into an argument before he leaves, he says things he doesn't mean, things he shouldn't have said, and you let him know that he's free to fuck whoever he wants at usc since he's single now.

college!charlie regrets the whole stupid argument, his first few weeks of college are shit bc everyone is more pretentious than him, none of the girls are you, and he's pretty sure his roommate has been using his shampoo.

college!charlie leaves a party early when a drunk girl tries making out with him, her lipgloss is nauseating, and he misses your soft, fruit flavored kisses.

college!charlie finds you walking down greek row on his way back to his dorm, crying with your heels in hand, and he doesn't hesitate to console you.

“Why are you crying?,” Charlie asks, standing in front of you, surprising you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, tone accusatory, ignoring his question.

“I should be asking you that question, but I’m not. Why are you crying?” He repeats his question, watching your mascara run down your cheeks as you sniffle.

“I got dragged to a stupid frat party,” you answer, throwing your arms over his shoulders to pull him into a hug.

“Is that it? Nothing happened?” He asks, his own arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close to him.

“Not really, I just wish you were with me,” you say, and Charlie can feel your tears through his shirt, dampening his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice cracking as he holds back his own tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” You ask, ignoring his apology.

“Anything you want,” he says, and the two of you separate to begin walking to his dorm.

It’s almost as if nothing has changed, Charlie is the same as before you broke up, offering to switch shoes so you don’t have to walk barefoot. He stumbles at first in your heels, but once you manage to give him tips through your laughs he’s able to walk normally. Thankfully his dorm isn’t far, soon you’re both in the elevator, and he’s able to shamelessly take off your heels to walk down the hall to his room.

Charlie has half a mind to block the door with a chair, but figures his roommate will just go home with a friend or a girl from the party he left him at. Instead, he focuses his attention on you, watching you strip out of your revealing outfit and going through his dresser to wear one of his shirts. He wonders if this is what you would’ve done every weekend if he hadn’t said what he said when the two of you had that stupid fight, but he tries not to think about it too much as he changes clothes and joins you in his twin bed, way too small for both of you and forcing you closer together.

“I forgive you, Charlie,” you say after a while, head resting on his chest, your breaths syncing with his as the two of you begin to doze off.

“Thank you,” he says, voice soft as his eyes well with tears.

“I love you, baby,” you say, moving on top of him, straddling his hips. “I love you so much,” you say again, leaning down to kiss him, and he can taste the faint trace of fruity lipgloss you wear, most likely having worn off throughout the night.

“I love you too,” he says when your lips separate from his, feeling you pepper kisses across his face. “I’ve missed you so much,” he says, hands massaging your hips as you grind on him, your kisses trailing lower, across his jawline and down his neck.

“Me too, missed you so much,” you say, moving down the bed, pulling down his boxers to reveal his half-formed erection.

You don’t waste time, spitting in your palm to wrap around his shaft and licking at the tip languidly. It gets messy quickly, as he leaks pre and hardens fully, you start drooling. Your own underwear is damp just from listening to his moans, walls clenching around nothing when you hear him whimper when you suck on his tip. He pulls you away from his dick, and you move back up the bed to kiss him at his request.

“You don’t have to do that, let me–” he says, trying to switch positions, but you stop him.

“No, I wanna ride you,” you say, lining him up with your entrance, your underwear pushed to the side, sitting on his cock before he can try to flip you over again.

“Fuck,” he moans, feeling your tight walls for the first time since before the semester started, holding your hips in a bruising grip to keep you from moving.

Your nails scratch against his lower stomach, leaving thin red lines as you try to move, desperate for any movement. Throughout your breakup, you had been far too miserable to try to find someone else, and your sex drive had almost completely disappeared once your pretty boyfriend wasn’t around. Now that he’s under you, buried deep inside you, stretching you on his cock and setting a fire inside you, you can’t hold back.

Prying his hands off your hips and holding them down on either side of his head is easier than you thought, and you intertwine your fingers as you lift your hips up, squeezing them when you slam your hips back down. His voice is heavenly, encouraging you to keep a steady pace as you bounce on his dick, moaning wantonly as you connect your lips to his in a sloppy kiss.

It’s messy, desperate sex, both of you giving and taking pleasure from the other, eager to let the other know how much they were missed. You let go of his hands to move his hair out of his face, gripping the dark locks when his hands grope your tits, pinching your nipples before moving down to tease your clit.

Your pace falters from the sudden stimulation, and he takes the opportunity to plant his feet and grab your hips, fucking up into you at a faster pace. He reaches deeper this way, making you keen in his ear as the two of you approach orgasm. Thin red lines run from his shoulders to his chest, your nails marking him as he pinches your clit, and you cry out as he keeps fucking you through your release.

“Fuck, baby, just a bit more,” he says, voice strained, feeling you shake as you tense up in pleasure.

Your words are more like whines, slurring out barely comprehensible ‘i love you's and begging for him to cum. It’s what sends him over the edge, hearing you begging for him to finish, and his pace falters as he cums inside you, haphazardly bucking up into you as he rides out his high.

For the first time since he started college, Charlie falls asleep peacefully, your warmth soothing him. It’s easy to drift off when he doesn’t have guilt, remorse, and longing gnawing at his heart.

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gaycragula · 1 month

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Hey may I ask for a part two of Refound Family only now that the kid is now joining the task force and that he passed all of the test like it was sliding on ice (easy and smooth) then one day they meet on a mission and the kido team and 141 decided to team up for that one mission because they had gotten the order to take down the same terrorist organisation.

Lead the Way, Private

Pairing: Task Force 141 x M!Reader (Platonic/Paternal) Part 2 of the Refound family short Warning(s): very vaguely hinted relationship with your sergeant, captain m!reader, military setting, hinted at minor character death like super duper vaguely, random callsigns for extra characters Extra Note: I've no clue how the military works so I apologize in advance Word Count: 1558 Masterlist

The weight of your gear had become a welcome feeling along with the feel of the wind on your face as you and your team were transported to a secondary hangar.

After you’d found your family, you’d decided to join the military. Your adoptive parents were hesitant at first, trying to get you to think about it. You’d told Price about your wishes and your parents' doubts.

The next time you’d spoken to them, they were supportive but still hesitant. You assume Price had a talk with them.

That had been 10 years ago. You’d gotten through boot camp without many difficulties despite being one of the older guys there. Most had been teenagers, fresh out of high school. There were only two or three other guys in their 20s like you.

You were in your 30s, sitting comfortably in the position of captain. You wore the medal with pride.

You’d been with your men for just over 9 years. Three of them as a sergeant and four as a lieutenant before you got your current position. Your men respected you. You’d been with them long enough to know what they were capable of and rarely ever pushed them past what they were able to do. They trusted and respected you.

There was only one person on your team who proved difficult. The newest soldier who joined just after you’d been promoted to captain. Torch was the name he’d made for himself. He seemed to find joy in testing the waters in how far he could push you. He didn’t succeed in getting far very often.

The helicopter landed and you were the first to land on the concrete of the hangar and you came face to face with another man.

It wasn’t new to be assigned a mission with another team. Especially taking down a big terrorist organization. So getting off the helicopters and finding yourself face to face with the captain of another team was not unusual. You expected it.

What you didn’t expect was the captain to be none other than John Price. He seemed just as surprised to see you before he was pulling you into a tight but brief hug with a laugh.

“Captain?” The word was echoed by two different people.

You turned to look at your Sergeant and Price turned to where Soap had just called for him.

“Yes Sergeant?” You hum, adjusting your vest momentarily as you step away from Price. You just barely miss the look Price gives you before he’s repeating your actions, walking towards Soap to see what he needed.

“You know him?” Your Sergeant asked. You nod with a smile.

“Long story. I’ll have to tell you about it later.”

“Better keep your word, sir,” the sergeant teases.

You let out a laugh, nudging the soldier playfully. “When have I not?”

You almost miss the look of disdain pass over one of the private’s face before they were turning away from you. You take a mental note before telling your men to grab their gear and head inside.

–

“Sooo.. Captain?” Gaz whistles as you sit down across from him. “Moving up quick, kid.”

You roll your eyes with a low chuckle. “Gotta prove I’m not a little kid anymore,” you joke as you lean back in your chair.

Gaz laughs, shaking his head. The room began to fill up, your sergeant taking the seat to your left while Soap took the seat to your right. A quick debrief before you went out into the field. A much needed 30 minutes of information spewing on what the plan was.

You were reviewing with your men, making sure they had it drilled in their heads who they would be working with. The private gave you a look and you shot one back at him. “Is there an issue, Torch?” You ask. Your voice was louder than it needed to be and, even with the balaclava covering his face, you can tell you’ve embarrassed him.

“No sir,” he mumbles, eyes shifting to his boots. A huff leaves your mouth and you order your men on the carrier. They were quick to do so and you could hear your sergeant say something to the private.

You walked over to where Price was standing speaking to Ghost. Ghost nods to you in acknowledgement as you stop next to Price. He dismisses Ghost onto the carrier before turning to you.

“All set, Cap,” you hum. “Ready for takeoff.”

“Atta boy,” Price chuckles, ruffling your hair like he used to when you were a boy. “Let’s get goin’ then.”

He pats you on the back as you turn to join your men, taking the hand your sergeant offered you to hoist you into the carrier. The aircraft shook for a moment as it took off before it was speeding towards your drop off location.

–

Drop off was quick. Everyone grabbed their weapons and got out of the way so the carriers could take back off and leave you in silence.

The group waited for the sound of the carriers to fall off completely before beginning the 15 mile trek to your target. Price led the group while you brought up the rear. Leaves crunched under boots and you wondered for a moment why they decided to do this in the middle of autumn.

At the 10 mile mark, four men branched off. Two to the east and two to the west. The designated snipers. All four were your men. Your sergeant and your corporal went west. Your lieutenant and one of the privates went east.

“They good shots?” Ghost asks, falling in line next to you.

“Killer,” you nod, finding joy in the amused huff Ghost gave in reply. With the four branching off, that left yourself, all four of the 141, and two of your privates. “Trust them with my life.”

“Good to have that trust,” Ghost hums as he glances at the other three members of his team. “How long have you been with them?”

“Spent Three years as a sergeant with them. Four as a lieutenant and two so far as their captain,” you answer. “Been on the team for 9 years. With my men for 8.”

Ghost casts a sideways glance that you ignore. You didn’t feel like going into detail and he seemed to respect the silent wish as he didn’t press on the matter. “How are your parents?”

“Good. They’ve come to terms with my decision. We write to each other whenever we can,” you smile. Ghost hums and it seemed that was the end of the conversation. It was rare for you to talk to him for long. He’d rather give you encouraging pats on the back or be a shoulder to cry on than hold a conversation.

You never minded. When you were younger, it was rare for Ghost to be alone anyway. Soap was always around and talked enough for both of them. You’re sure it still rings true now.

The line came to a halt as the building you’d be sweeping peeked over a hill. “What’s it looking like down there, Kicker?” You ask over the radio.

Static before your lieutenant answered. “About fifty gathered to the east. Unloading materials from the looks of it. Lots of cars coming in and out.”

“Sergeant?”

“‘Bout fifteen keeping guard 30 yards from the back entrance, Cap,” your sergeant answers.

You thank both of them and nod to Price. “We go east,” you say.

“You sure?” Your private quips. You turned to the man, fighting the urge to snarl.

“Would you like to go west, Torch?” You ask. You manage to keep your voice steady. “If you would like to do so, please lead the way.”

You make a show of gesturing to the west, watching the soldier intently. The private didn’t say anything for a moment and you let out a huff. “Soap, come with,” you say before looking at Price who nodded. “We’re going west. Price, Gaz, and Ghost, roll out east.”

The private sputtered on whatever he was going to say next, choking out an apology. You huffed in response, nudging the soldier forward with a scowl. “Too late to back down, private. But we will be having a chat when we get back,” you hiss, gesturing for Soap to join yourself and both of your privates. You saw your other private hit Torch over the back of his head, cursing him out.

“Aye, Captain,” Soap nods, glaring at Torch as he moved to stand next to you.

You repeat the change of plans to the four snipers, waiting for acknowledgement before you start west.

“Quit starin’ boys,” Price chuckles, pulling Ghost’s and Gaz’s attention back to himself. “He’ll be fine. That private is in for one hell of a talking to.”

“Didn’t think he would’ve had it in him,” Gaz muses as the three of them head east. “Always was a soft spoken kid. Rare to get him riled up.”

“Can’t help but be proud of him can you?” Price chuckles.

Ghost let out a hum of agreement. You weren’t their little boy anymore. You aren’t the boy they pulled from that smoking rubble, who latched onto them, screaming and crying when you were adopted. You were a man now and you didn’t need the protection you needed all those years ago.

#cod #soap cod #gaz cod #price cod #ghost cod #male reader #x male reader #platonic/paternal relationship #not romantic #fluff #military setting #reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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aftgficrec · 6 months

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Fics where Neil gets in a fight and actually wins!! I know it’s more commonly said that he can start fights and not finish them but let’s be for real, the boy was raised by two mafias and is scary as hell (I think i’ve seen someone ask this a while ago but i’m not sure if there’s an updated list) Mainly wondering for like post-canon fics, but au’s are cool too!

There’s quite a bit to discover on this topic, be that AU or in the context of canon. Of course, Neil rarely comes out of these troubles unscathed, but he wouldn’t be Neil if there wasn’t also a little martyrdom involved. You might find more on this under our bamf!Neil, butcher!Neil and occasionally raven!Neil tags. Have a browse, and see if there’s anything you like. - S

Some previous recommendations:

BAMF!Neil here

BAMF!Neil 2 here

BAMF!Neil 3 here

BAMf!Andreil w/happy ending here

badass Neil here

Neil fights and wins here

A dark Neil here

Neil says it's fine i've had worse here

Neil protects Katelyn/the foxes/Andrew here

Foxes find out Neil's not soft here (see list of recs at top of post)

Neil hurts/kills in front of foxes here

new BAMF! or Raven!Neil here

dark!Neil & Andrew here

bad boy Neil here

Neil Josten: Moriyama spy here

Neil kills Nathan here

Killing Eve AU here

‘Skin Comes Apart (Angel in Lothian)’ here

‘Bound for Error’ here

‘turn out the lights’ here (completed)

‘From Dungeons’ here

‘Whiskey Sour’ here

‘Negotiations’ and ‘The Butcher's Hello’ here (updated)

‘Shake my Tomb’ and ‘Appendages’ here

‘The Butcher’s Son’ here

‘it takes two (but you and i are one)’ here

‘monster (under my bed)’ here

post-canon (more or less):

Out for Blood by Aquared46 [Rated M, 27975 words, complete, 2023, locked]

"Neil’s first thought upon opening his eyes was that he was lucky to be in the trunk of a car instead of the back of a van. His second thought was that even if he survived this, Andrew might finally give into the temptation to kill him." AKA Neil is abducted and everyone has a bad time.

tw: kidnapping, tw: torture, tw: nightmares

born for this by dovegraye [Rated G, 1278 words, complete, 2023]

There are some parts of Nathaniel Abram Wesninski that Neil Abram Josten can’t ignore and refuses to play at trying anymore. This is one of them.

tw: violence

My Lover Writes Me Letters by AceSirenSinger [Rated M, 23018 words, complete, 2023]

He feels it again – the fury, of Neil’s taunting precision, of his expertise honed specifically for Andrew. It makes Andrew furious. Andrew has not felt anything since he woke up with his head on fire, in a room with a man made of compressed violence. *** Andrew loses his memory of the last five years, and forgets Neil. Neil martyrs himself because of course he does.

**tw: threatened rape/noncon between major characters**, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: referenced animal cruelty and death, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: murder, tw: implied disordered eating

five times neil beat the babygirl allegations, plus the one time he didn't by r3mus [Rated T, 7488 words, complete, 2023]

neil will NEVER beat the babygirl allegations in MY heart but, alas, he would probably punch me if i called him babygirl to his face.

tw: violence

Damnation by X0X0HauntedX0X0 [Rated M, 15572 words, incomplete, last updated Jan. 2022]

Unkind and ever familiar, that anger Lola had triggered earlier returned with sharp teeth and without mercy. He would rip his time from their hands by force, like he’d been doing every day since he was born. Lola was clever as the devil, but Neil had been raised through the loopholes. She couldn’t hurt his Foxes if she was dead. Or Neil is much more dangerous than anyone gives him credit for.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: torture, tw: blood/gore, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs

NB: fic art of post-torture Neil by @kazzyboy here

Maybe a Mobster by definitely_not_loki [Rated M, 1558 words, complete, 2022]

Neil Josten had transferred at the beginning of this season, and sure he'd been a nightmare for the team, but not in the "I was raised by a serial killer" kind of way. He was hard on the team—way harder than anyone had been before—and he wasn't even the captain. He was just some rookie striker from South Carolina. Most of the time she forgot he was anything but a rookie striker, but then someone would ask about his scars or call him a different name. Those were the few moments she remembered he wasn't just an asshole. He was an asshole with a past. So when The Event happened, she was terrified, horrified beyond all reason, but she was not surprised. Or, Neil is a badass motherfucker.

tw: violence, tw: blood

Neil has some bad habits. by evelynreads23 [Not Rated, 1068 words, complete, 2022]

Neil learnt things when he was young, how to wield a knife, how to hide a body. He was doing good and not thinking about it until someone was telling him he was a fan of the butcher. He was in a haze afterwards and freaked when Jack was being an asshole. This is Neil going to his roots but staying Neil, protecting Andrew and the foxes and not having fun when his past is brought up. Read at your own risk! :)

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: homophobia, tw: panic attacks

Dart Boards and Knife Fights by clumsylittlewriter [Rated T, 2983 words, complete, 2022]

"As if in sync, both of them dropped down into fighting stances and tensed their muscles. 'I apologize in advance if I end up killing you,' Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously quiet. Natalie threw her head back and released a sharp peal of laughter, more malicious than anything Andrew had ever heard from her. 'Don’t get cocky, Butcher-boy,' she taunted, her eyes glittering with vicious glee. The Butcher’s smile reappeared on his partner’s face." (a game of darts reminds Andrew that Neil was raised by someone fascinated with knives)

All the masks I've left behind by SagaEllen [Rated T, 1879 words, complete, 2021]

Neil does not cry. Aaron asks for help. And everything is such a mess.

tw: knives, tw: violence

all for his foxes by Olympyas [Not Rated, 2469 words, complete, 2021]

If he wanted to defend his family Neil wouldn't be enough, but someone else would, just this time, just for them. This is how Nathaniel opened the door and managed to stop the knife threw at him. And that was familiar, It even became a reflex by now. They taught him. Lola taught him in a way he wouldn't be able to forget. Lola and Romero come for Neil directly at Palmetto and Neil defends his family.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: blood, tw: knives

AU:

Dead Ringer by HalloweenReaper [Rated E, 18892 words, incomplete, last updated Nov. 2023]

“Potential.” Riko slammed Neil against the wall again and whirled on Kevin. Kevin stared back at him, white-faced and tense. “You said that goalkeeper had potential and then wrote him off as useless when I offered him to you....” - The Foxhole Court, Ch. 13. Nathaniel was given to Ichirou as his private hitman after his skills as a marksman were revealed when the Moriyama tracked him and his mother down after they ran away. Riko decided to surprise Kevin with matching “pets” after he found out the goalkeeper Kevin was interested in had a twin. When Nathaniel is ordered to join the Ravens for a year to cover for a series of hits, his smart mouth meets Andrew’s prickly attitude and things get interesting.

tw: abuse, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: animal abuse, tw: panic attacks

Different Roads by frankelled [Rated T, 33944 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Nathaniel became Ichirou's 2nd when he was 10 years old. To protect Nathaniel from becoming a target no one can know, which leaves him in the Nest. When Kevin's hand breaks Nathaniel is in charge of protecting him from Riko, but now in Palmetto

tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Andrew's Regret by pandaseek [Not Rated, 13860 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

“The first three were all former foster parents of Andrew.” Piggins continued, unable to take a hint from the frosty office he’d admitted these things too. “No.” Aaron panicked, staring at Andrew in disbelief. “Andrew has never been…!” Wymack shifted his weight on the filing cabinet, reaching down to grab his trash can and passing it across Andrew in time for Aaron to grab it and spew a cascade of vile liquid into it, while Andrew pushed his chair onto its back legs and avoided all eye contact with those in the cramped office. Andrew knew who did this. The only person who had ever willingly gone to bat for him. A person he had mistakenly believed to be dead long ago; this was proof to the contrary. Except… Except that there was one name missing. - A prompt from Justthislazy, based on my original Lifeline, that I just had to pick up and run with. Thank you for the amazing idea!

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced csa

Promise, I Can Give You a Reason by maydaykevin [Rated T, 1689 words, complete, 2023]

Something else happens in the fated Millport locker room.

tw: violence

I'm An Accountant by boomba77 [Not Rated, 24101 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Abram Hatford is an accountant. A legitimate accountant. He may work for an infamous crime family, but his hands have been clean for years (of blood, at least). He is a translator and an accountant. He flies under the radar, his existence hidden from the public by his family, and he prefers it that way. For him, the words ‘safe’ and ‘unknown’ are synonymous. So, when one of the Hatford empire’s more lucrative businesses begins stirring up the wrong kind of attention and losing money as a result, the Hatfords require discretion and brains. Their elusive Abram is the only person for the job. Andrew Minyard is a part-time server at a random diner and a part-time bartender at The Den, where he spends most of his time drinking what he’s supposed to be serving. It isn’t until strange things start happening around the club that Andrew decides to pay a bit more attention to the shady shit going on at his work. And then, when a stranger shows up looking for work with a perfect resume and a symmetrical face, Andrew finds his suspicion, and his interest, double. All of the death and destruction is bad, sure, but at least it’s interesting. OR Waiting for death is not living.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: dissociation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: scars

Rheostat by NeilfuckingJosten [Rated M, 14315 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2023]

Nathaniel Wesninski, alias Neil Josten is finally out of the Nest and into the world of professional exy. Deadly, smart and worse than his father, Nathaniel will bring a storm into Andrew's quiet world. AKA, they meet in the pro's.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse

I Was Ruined From The Start by BrokenPineTree [Rated M, 39021 words, incomplete, last updated April 2023]

Neil’s grin is audible as he replies. "Riko’s antics getting outed to the public would make him a liability. And I do remember telling you that threats need to be dealt with accordingly." Kevin's stomach lurches into his throat with the conclusions he jumps to. "So, you’re gonna go back to the Nest?" He asks quietly. Slowly. Unsure how to feel about Neil putting himself in that situation again. He can't do that, right? He has other things to worry about now. Neil hums disapprovingly. "Try again," He offers. Kevin does. "You're... coming to Palmetto?" The au where Kevin doesn't have full confidence in Andrew's ability to stand between him and his lurking demons after only spending a few months at Palmetto. But with the dangerous card itching to emerge from under his sleeve, does he really need to?

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: panic attacks

True Crime by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 1789 words, complete, 2022]

All Andrew needed was the WiFi password.

tumblr posts:

Neil Does Not Like when people mess with his people. by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Whenever any of the foxes are slightly inconvenienced by someone enough to complain about them, Neil always asks, “Do you want me to take care of it?”

tw: implied/referenced violence

Neil gets in a fight by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Neil gets in a fight on the court and it’s one of those where gloves are dropped and helmets are thrown and the punches are quick and hard.

tw: blood, tw: violence

Neil is dangerous and Aaron knows it hc by @thefoxholestuff [tumblr, 2021]

I love the idea of Neil being the really dangerous one rather than Andrew and the Foxes all being Shook and Andrew being a gay disaster over it

Part 2 - an expansion

here’s an expansion of my Neil-is-dangerous-and-Aaron-knows-it post,

one night the foxes are at edens and some guy starts to harass Andrew hc by @zipperuser103 [tumblr, 2021]

I know that Neil “starts fights that he can’t finish”, but I refuse to believe that he has no fighting skills at all.

tw: violence

Art

bamf!Neil by @emry-stars-art

(Feat. BAMF? Assassin? Secret Agent? Neil) by @baylecn

Good boy, junior by @jayjuls

Killer In The Mirror by @allfortheslay25

Killing Eve AU by @rainbowd00dles

Wesninski looks good on you by @ouijacine

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introverted-scribblings · 6 months

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Cosplay || (Yoosung x Reader)

This was initially self-indulgent but I loved it so much that I'm sharing it here. I hope you all like it! This (can be) connected to my "seamstress MC" headcanons.

Notes: Fem!MC (w/ implied brown hair) and a love for the Legend of Zelda series. (wc: 1558)

“I totally don’t believe you,” one of his guildmates laughed through through the game’s voice chat. Yoosung couldn’t help the frown on his face and roll of his eyes.

Some of his online friends, the ones he met through LOLOL, refused to believe that he had a girlfriend now. However, in their defense, sometimes Yoosung himself found it hard to believe that MC was dating him. Of course, MC would flick his forehead and kiss his nose every time he told her this. “Hush, Yoosungie! I’m proud to be your girlfriend, okay? I love you so much!” She would pout.

This particular time, however, the disbelief was strengthened by Yoosung’s comment that MC wanted to cosplay with him. Apparently, the fact that MC shared common nerdy interests with him was “proof” that his girlfriend was fictional. “You’re just jealous,” he scoffed into his mic.

“Yeah, sure,” his friend laughed. “I’m jealous that you have such a wild imagination.”

Yoosung’s brow furrowed in frustration.

“Hey, someone is starting a raid!” Another teammate called out and the subject quickly changed.

It was a while later when Yoosung finally logged off, hanging his headphones on the little stand that MC had gifted him. “To keep them nice and the cord untangled!” she had told him.

Standing and stretching, Yoosung found himself walking to the little kitchen in his apartment where he found his wonderful girlfriend heating water for tea. “Yoosung,” she smiled when she saw the blonde enter. “Are you done for now? Would you like some tea too?”

“Sure! And yeah, I’m done for today I think. One of my guildmates was being annoying,” he sighed, causing MC to giggle.

“Do they still think I’m made up?” She laughed. Yoosung only pouted. He had complained about this to her before, and while she found it a little funny it was clear that he was feeling particularly upset about it this time. “Hey…” Her voice softened as she set another cup on the counter for him. “It’s okay, Yoosungie. I promise I’m very real and really in love with you~”

Yoosung could feel his cheeks burn. He couldn’t help it whenever MC said those things. “I know,” he sighed, watching her pour the boiling water into their two mugs. “It just bothered me this time because I told them you wanted to cosplay with me…” he trailed off but MC motioned for him to continue. “They said I was making it up because there’s no way I could get a girlfriend who has interests like that.”

MC scoffed. “Well that’s pretty rude,” she tutted. “They’re just jealous, Yoosung. Next time, I’ll get on the mic and chew them out!”

Yoosung laughed at the adorable pout his girlfriend wore. “It’s okay, MC. You’re right, I shouldn’t let them bother me. Their opinion doesn’t matter.”

MC smiled. “Exactly! By the way…” she pulled her phone from her pocket and opened it up. “I’ve decided who we should cosplay!” Turning the device, MC showed him a picture of the two characters she chose.

Yoosung recognized them of course. It was the green-clad hero, Link, and princess of Hyrule, Zelda. Though he didn’t play the games himself, he was aware that MC did and was a big fan of them. He’s listened to her talk about the games for hours, going into their lore and real life history. She was always so excited when she spoke about them, and he lived for the passionate sparkle in her eyes as she did.

“I thought Zelda had blonde hair…” he questioned. Not that he minded the choice, of course, he would happily be the hero to his princess.

“She does normally, but in the game Twilight Princess she’s a brunette,” MC explained with a grin. “Please, Yoosungie? You would make such a handsome Link and I’ve wanted to cosplay Zelda for so long! Please~?”

Yoosung’s blush came back tenfold at MC’s words. Would he make a handsome Link? He wasn’t sure but MC certainly thought so. Still, he’d already made his decision when she asked the first time if he would cosplay with her. “Of course, MC! I already said I’d dress as anything with you,” he chuckled, trying to ignore his burning cheeks.

“I know, but I want you to have fun too,” she said, tucking away her phone.

“I know I will,” Yoosung smiled. “I’m happy to be your hero, MC.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and she giggled.

“Thank you, honey~” MC turned back to their mugs of tea. “Go sit down and I’ll bring you your cup, then I’ll give you a crash course on cosplay.”

*~*~*~*

MC spent the next two months working on their costumes. Ordering pieces, buying cuts of fabric, stitching and restitching hems. The late nights Yoosung spent gaming, MC spent at her sewing machine. There were fittings and pinnings and measurements taken.

Yoosung couldn’t possibly be more impressed that MC was able to craft two intricate and detailed costumes in the short span of two months. Though he really shouldn’t be surprised, she managed to plan a big and successful party in only eleven days. She was a determined worker for sure and a true inspiration to him.

And when the costumes were finally ready, she asked him if he’d be willing to do a photoshoot with her. “My friend is studying photography and agreed to take pictures of us if she’s allowed to use some for her project,” she explained. “And I would love to get some nice pictures of us together!”

How could Yoosung possibly say no? He couldn’t. And he wouldn’t, certainly not after all her hard work. She was even loaning him her replica Master Sword for the photos! There’s no way he would turn this down. Not in a million years.

The day of the shoot came. MC’s friend was picking them up and taking them to a location they had scouted beforehand. As Yoosung got dressed in the handmade tunic, he felt a flurry of nerves in his chest. He hoped he would look good in the cosplay that MC had spent literal months on. With a deep breath, he looked in the mirror.

He never noticed it before, but with the pointed ears and colored prescription contacts that MC had gotten him, he really looked the spitting image of the hero of Hyrule. Twisting and turning, Yoosung tried to get a good look at himself from various angles. MC truly was a master when it came to sewing.

“Knock knock~” MC called from behind his bedroom door. “Can I come in?”

“Oh- Yeah! You can!” he called back.

Yoosung could feel the breath leave his lungs when he saw her.

If his tunic was well made, MC’s dress was absolutely perfect. “Wow…” he whispered. The crown on her brow shone like real gold, the delicate embroidery that ran along her dress gave her a subtle elegance as she moved towards him. Her hands, covered in long white gloves, held the sheathed replica sword. “I was right,” she smiled. “You do make a very handsome Link.”

Yoosung blushed and looked away, her beauty and compliments too much for him to handle. “Th-thank you… You’re a very beautiful Princess Zelda…” He wanted to say so much more. That she was the most stunning person in the world. That her beauty was there in and out of cosplay. That seeing her like this was enough to make his knees weak and his heart race.

MC smiled. “Thank you,” she giggled. “Here, it’s dangerous to go alone…” she placed the sword in his hands. “...take this!”

Yoosung laughed along with her at the spoken line before her phone chimed from her bag on his floor. “Oh!” she grinned. “That must be our ride! Let’s go take some pictures, Yoosungie~” Picking up her bag, she took his free hand and tugged him out of the room.

*~*~*~*

It was a few days later when MC’s friend sent her the polished up photos. Yoosung was in awe of how nice they looked. It truly looked as if they stepped out of the game itself and into the real world.

Among the poses they had done, there were a few candid shots that were taken that day. Including one of their gentle embrace after MC had fixed his hat, their eyes were closed and their foreheads rested against each other. They were smiling. Yoosung remembered that moment well, all the love he had in his heart for MC as she introduced him to something so fun. Something she was so passionate about that she wanted to share with him.

It was clear that MC remembered it too as that picture ended up as her phone wallpaper after she had sent it to the RFA chat. Everyone was impressed, even Jumin said something nice… well, as nice as Jumin could be.

Yoosung was very happy. Happy that he could do something so fun with his girlfriend. Happy that the pictures looked so nice. Happy that their friends liked the pictures. Happy that MC had fun. And of course…Happy to make his guildmates eat crow when he sent some of their pictures. Including a cute—maybe a little smug—picture of MC showing off her wallpaper of the two of them. His girlfriend was very real and very cool.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger x mc #mystic messenger x you #mystic messenger x y/n #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger yoosung #mysme yoosung #yoosung kim #yoosung x reader #yoosung x mc #fanfic #short fic #fluff #fluff writing #x reader #x you #x y/n

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firstprince-ao3feed · 2 months

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Texas for Christmas

by bayleafs Henry’s Christmas plans fall through, and Alex is not happy. Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Ellen Claremont, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Leo (Red White & Royal Blue), Oscar Diaz (Red White & Royal Blue), Nora Holleran, Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran, Alex Claremont-Diaz & June Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Nora Holleran, Ellen Claremont & Alex Claremont-Diaz, Ellen Claremont/Leo, Ellen Claremont & Oscar Diaz Additional Tags: Christmas with the family, Henry fox is an idiot, so is Alex tbh, David the beagle is the best boy, Getting Together, Ex Girlfriends, Fun, Christmas, Texas via https://ift.tt/qjAwdFS

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #bayleafs

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 17

1558 – French Cardinal Charles de Lorraine requests that the French Ambassador to Rome report scandals involving Cardinal Carlo Carafa and Giovanni Carafa, Duke of Paliano to Pope Paul VI. They had engaged in "that sin so loathsome in which there is no longer a distinction between the male and female sex." They are first exiled then sentenced to death.

1886 – On this date the British novelist Ronald Firbank was born in London (d.1926). Firbank was a prototype for Evelyn Waugh. His best novels are Caprice (1917) and Concerning the Eccentricities of Cardinal Pirelli (1926). The latter book begins with the cardinal baptizing a police puppy named Crack, and ends when the naked cardinal ("elementary now as Adam himself") drops dead while pursuing a choirboy named Chicklet around his church. Firbank was not without his own eccentricities. He as known to wear two dressing gowns at once, painted his nails, lived in an apartment painted black, and owned only books bound in blue leather. He dined only on champagne and flower petals and died malnourished.

At one time, Firbank visited Rome with the intention of taking holy orders; however, as he later revealed in a letter to Lord Berners, "The Church of Rome wouldn't have me, and so I mock her." Accordingly, his mature fiction is populated with a ribald gallery of homosexual choirboys, lesbian nuns, cross-dressing priests, salacious bishops, flagellants, and self-canonized saints.

His work was championed by a large number of English novelists including E. M. Forster, Evelyn Waugh, Simon Raven and the poet W. H. Auden . Susan Sontag named his novels as constituting part of "the canon of camp" in her 1964 essay "Notes on 'Camp."

1927 – Eartha Kitt (d.2008) was an American singer, actress, and cabaret star. She was perhaps best known for her highly distinctive singing style and her 1953 hit recordings of "C'est Si Bon" and the enduring Christmas novelty smash "Santa Baby". Orson Welles once called her the "most exciting woman in the world." She took over the role of Catwoman for the third and final season of the 1960s Batman television series, replacing Julie Newmar, who was unavailable due to other commitments. She also voiced Yzma on Disney's The Emperor's New Groove and its television spinoff, The Emperor's New School, earning five Emmy Awards in the process, the last shortly before her death.

Kitt became a vocal advocate for homosexual rights and publicly supported same-sex marriage, which she considered a civil right. She had been quoted as saying: "I support it [gay marriage] because we're asking for the same thing. If I have a partner and something happens to me, I want that partner to enjoy the benefits of what we have reaped together. It's a civil-rights thing, isn't it?" Kitt famously appeared at many LGBT fundraisers, including a mega event in Baltimore, Maryland, with George Burns and Jimmy James. Scott Sherman, an agent at Atlantic Entertainment Group, stated: "Eartha Kitt is fantastic... appears at so many LGBT events in support of civil rights."

1956 – The poet Allen Ginsberg wrote his intensely personal anti-war, love-hate poem "America" on this date. He later published it in his collection "Howl." It is one of the first poems to deal openly and honestly with homosexuality. "America "is a largely political work, with much of the poem consisting of various accusations against the United States, its government, and its citizens.

Ginsberg uses sarcasm to accuse America of a ttempting to divert responsibility for the Cold War ("America you don't want to go to war/ it's them bad Russians / Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. / And them Russians"), and makes numerous references to both leftist and anarchist political movements and figures (including Sacco and Vanzetti , the Scottsboro Boys and the Wobblies). Ginsberg's dissatisfaction, however, is tinged with optimism and hope, as exemplified by phrases like "When will you end the human war?" (as opposed to "why don't you...?"). The poem's ending is also highly optimistic, a promise to put his "queer shoulder to the wheel," although the original draft ended on a bleaker note: "Dark America! toward whom I close my eyes for prophecy, / and bend my speaking heart! / Betrayed! Betrayed!"

1975 – Tom Dolby is an American novelist, essayist, journalist, and editor. He is the author of the best-selling novel The Trouble Boy (2004), The Sixth Form (2008), and the Secret Society books, including Secret Society (2009) and The Trust: A Secret Society Novel (2011). He was also the co-editor of Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys (2007).

Tom Dolby's debut novel, The Trouble Boy, concerns a young gay freelance writer in Manhattan. It was followed by the boarding school novel The Sixth Form (2008), set in an elite Massachusetts prep school. Dolby's first young adult novel, Secret Society, was published in October 2009. Its followup, The Trust: A Secret Society Novel, was released in February 2011.

He was also the co-editor, with the novelist Melissa de la Cruz, of the personal essay anthology Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys: True Tales of Love, Lust, and Friendship Between Straight Women and Gay Men (2007), featuring works by various gay writers. A reality television show inspired by the anthology, entitled Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys aired on the Sundance Channel in Winter 2010.

He currently lives in Manhattan and Wainscott, New York. In June 2008, his engagement to Andrew Frist was announced. Dolby and Frist were legally married in Connecticut in April 2009, and celebrated their union with a wedding ceremony and reception for family and friends in Sonoma, California in September 2009. Dolby and Frist were involved in an appeal that raised over $150,000 towards efforts to promote the legalisation of same-sex marriage in California.

1977 – The Arkansas Supreme Court rules that the drunk tank of the local jail is a public place for sexual purposes.

Ryan Russell (L) with Corey O'Brien

1992 – Ryan Russell is an American former professional football player who was a defensive end in the National Football League (NFL) for the Dallas Cowboys and Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He played college football at Purdue University.

Following the death of close friend and former teammate Joseph Gilliam in 2018, Russell suffered from a severe bout of depression. He moved to Los Angeles and began writing.

In August 2019, he came out publicly as bisexual in an essay for ESPN. He did so to live honestly and without fear of being outed; he also cited the fear of not being able to support his mother and grandfather if he lost his career. At the same time he introduced his boyfriend Corey O'Brien, a dancer; they opened Corey & Russ, a YouTube channel; as of June 2020, they have over 15,600 followers.

A former NFL offensive lineman Ryan O'Callaghan, who came out as gay after he left the league, said that as of August 2019 every NFL team had at least one closeted gay or bisexual player. Sarah McBride, national Press Secretary for Human Rights Campaign, praised Russell for "creating more space and opportunity for young LGBTQ people to dream big and to pursue their goals".

In April 2021, Russell penned an article in The Guardian against the anti-trans laws being proposed in multiple American states, stating that "sport is one of the strongest conduits to help show society what it is capable of when we come together, but it has to be used for the better of all of us."

2009 – In a New York Times op-ed column on this date, Mary Frances Berry, the chair of the Commission On Civil Rights from 1993-2004, called for the "abolishing" of the commission she headed for 11 years and its replacement with one that will fully address LGBT rights. She wrote:

"The Commission on Civil Rights has been crippled since the Reagan years by the appointments of commissioners who see themselves as agents of the presidential administration rather than as independent watchdogs. The creation of a new, independent human and civil rights commission could help us determine our next steps in the pursuit of freedom and justice in our society. A number of explosive issues like immigration reform await such a commission, but recommendations for resolving the controversies over the rights of Gays, Lesbians and Transgendered people should be its first order of business."

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ao3feeddestiel · 6 months

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Happy Accident

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DZSKsEO by sunset_sailor “Who did this to you?” “Steve.” “Who’s Steve?” “The cat from down the street.” Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 17 of Destiel Christmas Chronicles Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Protective Dean Winchester, Soft Dean Winchester, Crushes, Roommates read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DZSKsEO

#IFTTT #Happy Accident #sunset_sailor

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 18 days

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On Another Level

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pPV78Yo by SheHaru Kirishima accompanies Bakugo climbing on his birthday but things take a turn when Kirishima decides to give him a special gift. Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Roughness, Gay Sex, Idiots in Love, Birthday Sex, From Sex to Love, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Gay Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom Kirishima Eijirou, Top Bakugou Katsuki read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pPV78Yo

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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blacksparrowheart · 1 year

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Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean Word count: 1558 Genre: Romance Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth Rating: M Content warnings: Death (discussed), sexual content, infidelity (technically?)

One-shot set in the time between saving Jack from the Locker and the crew getting home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You thought I loved him.” Understanding dawned in Elizabeth, and on its heels, anger. How dare he? And yet, saying the words aloud, something in her was shaken. She tried to push past him to the stairs, ready to storm off to cover her sudden unsteadiness, but he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her up against a pillar.

“If you make your choices alone…how can I trust you?” Will growled in a low voice.

“You can’t,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. She pushed against him again and this time he let her go - she thought she heard him say something else, but she needed to escape this moment and did not turn back.

“You forgot to deny it.” Will sighed.

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She’d been expecting the fight since Jack had revealed her betrayal on the shores of the Locker. She hadn’t expected to learn that Will had seen the kiss and thought her disloyal this whole time. She hadn’t expected her heart to throb so mightily when “…I loved him” passed her lips. Almost dizzy with confusion and a vague sort of fear, she scrambled blindly to the deck, drifting to the bow. Without a moment’s hesitation, the need to put as much distance between herself and Will propelling her forward, she clambered over the railing and tucked herself into the tiny space behind the figurehead. If she fell asleep and slid off into the water below, well, that would just solve everyone’s problems including her own. She leaned back against the Pearl and was lost to her demons.

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Jack watched as Elizabeth all but fled the hold. His eyes followed her until she disappeared toward the bow, then snapped back to see Will emerge from below as well. He looked around for a moment but turned back when he didn’t catch sight of Elizabeth and vanished again. Interesting.

Jack hadn’t planned to speak to her so soon, maybe ever again if he was honest, but the prospect of trouble in paradise created a ghost of hope in him. He followed Elizabeth’s path, looking for her in the many nooks and crannies along the way - she tended to hide the way a cat might when she was feeling emotional - until he ran out of ship. He was confused for only the briefest of moments before spotting her wedged behind the Pearl’s black angel. She was staring out at the horizon, he thought, face covered in ocean spray, but looking closer - no…she was gazing at the sparrow in the angel’s hand, and those were tears falling fast and hard from her eyes. His gut twisted. He considered walking away; that probably would’ve been the smart thing (you’re a smart man, Jack echoing in his head like a taunt). He’d never been particularly smart about his behavior around Elizabeth, though. He stepped forward.

“Lizzie.”

The quiet voice that broke through her thoughts was the last one she expected. She sat up so quickly she almost fell right off, but managed to catch herself and turned to face the man she thought might never forgive her. Jack was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t name, and it made her already troubled heart leap to her throat.

“Jack, what -” she swiped her hands across her face in an attempt to hide her weakness. He moved toward her and extended a hand.

"Why don't you come back over the railing, darling, there's a good lass," he said, concern hidden behind false condescension. She silently took his hand and did as asked, avoiding his gaze. He didn't know what to think about that - her lack of arguing, her quiet obedience. This wasn't right. Far be it from him not to take advantage, though. She tried to let go of his hand, but he only held on tighter. "Come with me." Wordlessly he led her to his quarters, not dropping her hand until he'd closed the doors behind them. After a second's hesitation, he also locked them, wanting to be absolutely certain they weren't going to be interrupted. He turned around to see her gazing at the hand he'd held. Something in his chest squeezed.

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She braced herself for whatever was coming. She would've expected vitriol, hate, if not for his gentleness. He called me Lizzie. Why had he held her hand? She couldn't handle kindness, not from Jack, not right now. Not after what she'd done. Not after what she was in the process of realizing, which made what she'd done that much worse.

"Jack, if you're looking for an apology, you won't get it." The words were defiant, but her voice was dull. She was trying to goad him into anger because anger she could take. Anger, well. That was the minimum she deserved from the man she'd left to die.

"Oh, Lizzie. I would never expect one." Jack grinned as he led her to his bed, urging her to sit. He pulled over a chair to sit across from her. "You did what you are best at." She flinched and closed her eyes, ready for any venomous insult he may throw at her. She decided she'd help him along.

"Yes, I suppose to you that would seem the truth. You've always seen me as just a woman, treacherous." She didn't even know fully what she was saying, she was just trying to piss him off until he felt comfortable truly letting his tongue loose. What she got instead was the shock of her life as Jack dropped to his knees in front of her, an intensity in his eyes and a dead seriousness to his tone that she'd never experienced before.

"No, luv. No. First of all, you're far from 'just a woman,' point blank but 'specially to me. Secondly, and I need you to know this in your bones - " he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, now. "What you are best at," he spoke slowly and purposefully, "is fighting for the greater good. Don't get me wrong, you're no saint, but you are good. You believe in justice, and while you have your own way of getting there, you have always chosen what is right over what is easy. When you chained me to the mast and left me for the Kraken, you did the right thing." He paused for a moment, and Elizabeth choked back a sob.

"Jack...Jack, as soon as I closed that manacle on your wrist, something in me broke. And even now, even after going to hell to get you back, knowing what it was like for you there, knowing how much I'd hurt myself by doing so, you should know that I would do it all again if given another chance." She buried her face in her hands, unconsciously clinging to his, still touching her chin. "I love you and I'd still do it again,” she finally confessed the truth she’d been grappling with since Will accused her.

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The words he'd never expected to hear from Elizabeth Swann's mouth left Jack utterly shattered. The whole time she'd been speaking he'd been falling harder for her - of course she'd do it again, and he was so achingly proud of her for that, but love him? Her? Love him? For a heartbeat his thoughts were in chaos while he fought to convince himself that he’d heard wrong. All of that dissolved away when he felt her tears on his skin, and suddenly everything seemed crystal clear.

In one swift motion, he came up off his knees, wrapped an arm around her waist, tilted her face to his, and caught her in a crushing kiss. She was frozen beneath him, and he broke it off quickly, afraid of damaging whatever fragile trust she may have in him. He began to pull away, but Elizabeth grabbed the front of his shirt to stop him. Incredulity etched her face, eyes wide and questioning, mouth still slightly open.

“Jack?” His name was barely audible, and he felt the weight of a thousand questions in the single word. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, heart in his throat as he prepared to say what he’d previously sworn to never admit.

“Elizabeth, I have loved you since Isla de Muerta. I didn’t realize it until the day you stood on my deck and called me a good man, and the only thought in my mind was that you were wrong…but that for you, I wanted to be.” He held her a bit tighter. “When I realized what you’d done, that you were willing to sacrifice me, I was completely lost. When I called you pirate, it was in awe and reverence, and I was absolutely content to die.”

Silence stretched between them. He felt like he was treading water, unsure if he would be thrown a line or left to drown. He’d never felt for anyone what he felt for Elizabeth, and had never planned to tell anyone, much less her. But she was suffering, and he couldn’t let that continue. He’d take the fallout if she’d only understand that he would never see her as anything less than the most perfect thing on the seven seas. That didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified of her reaction, though.

He’d nearly decided this had all been a terrible mistake when she placed her hands on either side of his face and brought her lips to his.

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She kissed him like she was drowning and he was oxygen, and he kissed her like she was the sea and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her depths. There was no more said between them for quite a while - words would be necessary later, but right now, all they needed was each other.

Elizabeth poured her soul into that kiss, damned as she felt it was, and clung to her captain as he pressed her back onto the bed. Some part of her knew this was wrong, but she had never felt anything more right.

Jack was cradling her, allowing every possible part of their bodies to touch without putting too much of his weight on her. His hands drifted constantly; stroking her face, running through her hair, floating down her sides to her hips. Responding to his touch more on instinct than conscious thought, she spread her legs to accommodate him better, tucking one knee up. A calloused hand gripped her thigh and she moaned softly. Jack finally broke their kiss, face strained.

“Lizzie, darling. I think we should - well, maybe think a little before we go much further.” It sounded like it pained him to say this, and Elizabeth felt lightning in her blood at the thought of what he was implying. He was right, of course. There was so much that made this a bad idea - there was Will to consider, and the fact that they hadn’t quite escaped the land of the dead yet, which was such a strange thing to remember since she felt more alive than she ever had. Stopping now would be the smart thing, but her body was alight with desires she’d barely known she was capable of, and hang the smart thing. She was just starting to protest when they heard a commotion on deck.

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Jack saw the fight brewing in her eyes and knew he’d lose it spectacularly. It had taken everything he had to pause in the first place. Luckily for the both of them, something seemed to be happening outside, and Lizzie squirmed out from under him to run and see what was going on, snagging a pistol on her way. He grinned - there she was, his warrior - and took a few deep breaths before rolling off the bed to follow her.

The sight that met him was a bizarre one indeed, though maybe it shouldn’t have been, given their locale. Souls. Souls in the water of those lost to the depths. The shades that Davy Jones was supposed to care for, to ferry to the other side, lost in this between place instead. He frowned as he noticed the children. Far be it from him to claim righteousness, but it did make him angry.

He heard Lizzie’s voice and turned to follow it. When he reached the railing, he felt his heart crack. Governor Swann was sitting in one of the small boats, and Jack knew instantly what that meant.

“It’s my father! We’ve made it back!” Lizzie called out to him, trying to get his attention.

“Elizabeth.” Voice soft and gentle, hating himself for what must come next. “We’re not back.” His hand brushed hers, barely. That faint, fluttering touch was the best he could do to convey the sorrow that would have to go unspoken. He watched the joy drain from her face, the desperate denial creep up to replace it. She turned away from him.

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The following days were desolate. Even the sea and the weather seemed to be in mourning as they passed into an endless doldrums. Jack didn’t try to go to Lizzie; she had enough to deal with, and maybe this grief would help her and Will find each other again. He thought back to that night, how she had screamed, how she had fought to leap into the water and save her father, how she had collapsed into Will's arms, sobbing. How they had sunk to the deck while Will comforted her - Will, not him, because that was how it should be. She had chosen Will long before she'd met him, and that was where she belonged.

It was so blasted difficult to stay away though when she looked so broken. He didn't know what to do, knew he couldn't fix this, but that didn't change the fact that he wished he could. He wished he could take her pain away, heal her, but there was nothing he could do. So he threw himself into figuring out the map instead.

He was working on it in his quarters the third night after the ghostly visitors when the door opened and someone came in. Someone who crossed the room almost silently to sit in the chair opposite him at his desk. He looked up to see Lizzie curled up and examining the map. She must have noticed his hands had stilled, because her eyes flicked up to meet his.

"Is it okay if I'm here?" She asked, almost hesitantly. In answer, Jack turned and pulled a bottle of rum out of one of the desk drawers. He passed it to her and watched with a small amount of concern as she drained almost half of it in one pull.

"It's okay," he said, "but I am curious as to why you've come." He kept his voice even, not wanting her to realize how her closeness affected him.

"I didn't want to be alone," she replied, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"What about Will?" He could've kicked himself for asking, but it was a valid question, and she knew it as well as he did. She averted her gaze. "Ah. Trouble?" He leaned forward slightly, not wishing further pain on her, but curious all the same. He'd never gotten around to asking her what the original problem had been the other night. Other things had distracted him.

"Will and I...I've lost him, I think, Jack." She met his eyes again and seemed to steel herself. "Not that I put that much effort into keeping him, truth be told." Jack's stomach flipped, but he waited for her to continue. "The other night, when you came and found me, I - he accused me of being in love with you. And I couldn't even deny it, because I realized that it was true." Her eyes held fire now, and a new urgency crept into her voice. "Jack. I love you. You. Far more than you could believe possible."

Jack could hardly breathe. This was so much more than he'd ever dared to hope for. Yes, she'd said the words the other night, and they had certainly crossed a line, but he had been content to believe she'd merely felt guilty. Or that she'd snapped out of it when faced with reality again. He hadn't expected her to come back to him again.

"Lizzie. Are you sure?"

"I am more sure of this than anything else in my entire life."

That was all he needed. Jack pushed away from the desk and stood, coming around to sweep Lizzie into his arms. Their lips met as a roar filled his ears, and he spun in the direction of the bed, intent on finishing what he'd started this time.

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Elizabeth found herself stripping layers from Jack like she'd done it a hundred times. In truth, she'd probably imagined it that much, if not more. He was making quick work of her clothes as well, though he undoubtedly had much more experience in this arena than she. Somehow, though, that didn't seem to matter to her. She wasn't worried. She just wanted him, and it was impossible to ignore that he wanted her, too. When she'd freed him of his shirt she began peppering his chest with kisses, flicking her tongue out to taste his deeply tanned skin. She felt his breath hitch and smiled to herself. No, she wasn't worried about her lack of experience.

They were now sitting on the bed, both of them naked. Jack held her at arm's length for a moment and she watched as his eyes slowly traveled her body. She felt heat, so much heat, everywhere his eyes touched. That was nothing compared to what was coming, though. He laid her back with the utmost gentleness and promptly started to explore her body with hands and mouth, pausing occasionally to check that she was still okay. She appreciated the care, but he was driving her absolutely mad, and -

"Is this okay?" He asked as he kissed his way down her belly to the tops of her thighs.

"Jack, if you don't stop talking and get on with it, I'll make you regret the day you were born," she growled. He chuckled darkly and hovered over her, eyes glittering.

"Persuade me."

"You're despicable."

"You're a goddess."

"Goddess? There is nothing holy happening in this room." Her tone was one of amusement, and she gazed at him with heavy eyes, a smile dancing on her lips.

"Just you wait, dearie. I'll redefine holy for you." With that, he dipped his head and showed her the meaning of worship.

#sparrabeth #pirates of the caribbean #potc #one shot #vaguely smutty but like in a sweet way #jack x elizabeth #fanfic #fanfiction

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Wet

by PeachLovesPlants Mu Qing finally is happy, but then his world is up-ended. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: Non-con⚠️ Do NOT read if you can’t handle it/Get triggered over it Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 | Heaven Official's Blessing (Webcomic) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Feng Xin (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Relationships: Feng Xin/Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Additional Tags: OC hurts Mu Qing, Mu Qing Needs a Hug (Tian Guan Ci Fu), FengQing, Hurt/Comfort, Rape, vent fic, I need therapy, no beta we die like swd, trigger warning, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat via https://ift.tt/OjsfDyo

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ansia-de-ansiedade · 11 months

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Falas-me nos animais, a que nós brutos chamamos, que guardam leis naturais; nós outros não nas guardamos, a isso obrigados mais. Estes homens com quem tratam, não homens, mas leões bravos, por força tudo rematam; os leões não te resgatam, não te vendem por escravos.

Écloga Basto, de Francisco de Sá de Miranda [n. 1481-m. 1558]

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The Fife Divorce

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52975627 by zara6athenaschild Anthony Bridgerton, the best closure in London, finally becomes a senior partner at the law firm “Ledger Bridge”. He worked hard to get on top and build a big name for himself. His clients respect him. Opponents fear him because he never looses a case. A divorce puts his major client’s company at risk. Anthony is determined to win the case but it won't be easy. Kate Sharma who represents the wife of his client, is smart, intelligent and also known as a lawyer who rarely looses. She also doesn't fall for Anthony’s charms and is eager to win the case. Suits AU with Bridgertons Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Law & Honey Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Suits (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Benedict Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Agatha Danbury, Sophie Beckett, Theo Sharpe Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, lawyer AU, Suits AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, am I writing this fic because I want lawyer Kate destroy Anthony so he won't stop thinking about her, yes and he is obsessed like in the tv show read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52975627

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Prompt #15 - Portentous

Character: Zhav The Black Shroud, 1558, Sixth Astral Era

The cool, black substance makes contact with her skin, stinging as it skirts over a still fresh wound at her cheek. Zhav's gaze lingers outward, a crowd of eyes through shade lined trees watching the anointment.

Her ragged breathing wasn't attributed to nerves. She knew this day would come eventually. She'd prepared for it, spent cycles in doing so, learning every art and skill Yohn had offered her in naming her apprentice. Zhav just... Hadn't expected it so soon.

Dim candles flicker at an altar made from the stump at a recently felled tree, where Zhav's head rested. They did similar things at executions; it was symbolic. The loss of a life, or the beginning of a new one. In Zhav's case, it was both.

Yohn was gone, as were two others of the Warband. Zhav hadn't even been present when it happened, but was the first to hear the news. The fallen had already been burned. And Yohn's ashes now scattered and mixed into the black paint that now adorned her.

"Stand." Khuri bids her. The taller and much older Keeper dons the facepaint of a healer, long green hair greying at the tips with age. Only the way she carried herself painted her as Matriarch.

"Zhav, Warmaiden of Clan Karahli. Under Menphina you begin this life anew. As our Warmaiden from this moment until your last, what vows do you pledge us?"

Upright, Zhav's learned but youthful features regard those watching her. Her eyes had brimmed with tears for Yohn's loss, but so many were looking up to her now. She speaks, unwavering and full of fire.

"I pledge t'protect you. To do m'duties to th'best of my ability." Zhav clears her throat from the grief that had welled in it, speaking in a rare, clear tone. "I know 'm young. But that jus' means i've got more cycles t'give t'you."

Dipping her head to the Matriarch, she turns to her people; still red-eyed from the funeral only bells ago. The last they woke, their previous Warmaiden still yet breathed. One woman with a cross on her face inclines her head at Zhav's gaze, a sharp nod in response.

"Alrigh', you got weapons that need maintainin', bring 'em t'me. We'll start plannin' at sunset t'morrow, an' i'm gonna keep watch in case them bastards try somethin' else. Whara, Okhi, y've had most rest; y'on watch with me. Rest've you, get y'heads down."

The orders flowed from her lips as easily as breathing, and despite being only fourteen cycles and far younger than many of the Warband, people fell in line immediately. Yohn had trained her well enough.

And from Khuri's expression, a better choice for Warmaiden could not have been made.

#FFxivWrite #FFxivWrite2023 #Muse: [Zhav]#Chapter: [To Forge A Warmaiden]#FFXIV #IC #Writing

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His Heart Is Deficient

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51591253 by MikheelM The world is taken over by werewolves. Stiles turns sixteen and gets his first heat. Derek thinks he is in love. One problem? His mate is human. Words: 1558, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Jordan Parrish Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: The Hale Family Lives (Teen Wolf), Rich Hale Family (Teen Wolf), Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Knotting, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, POV Derek Hale, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51591253

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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Interesting Papers for Week 44, 2022

Competition between parallel sensorimotor learning systems. Albert, S. T., Jang, J., Modchalingam, S., ’t Hart, B. M., Henriques, D., Lerner, G., … Shadmehr, R. (2022). eLife, 11, e65361.

Persistent neuronal firing in the medial temporal lobe supports performance and workload of visual working memory in humans. Boran, E., Hilfiker, P., Stieglitz, L., Sarnthein, J., & Klaver, P. (2022). NeuroImage, 254, 119123.

The non-Riemannian nature of perceptual color space. Bujack, R., Teti, E., Miller, J., Caffrey, E., & Turton, T. L. (2022). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 119(18), e2119753119.

Branching Time Active Inference: The theory and its generality. Champion, T., Da Costa, L., Bowman, H., & Grześ, M. (2022). Neural Networks, 151, 295–316.

Attention modulates incidental memory encoding of human movements. Chiou, S.-C. (2022). Cognitive Processing, 23(2), 155–168.

Independent and interacting value systems for reward and information in the human brain. Cogliati Dezza, I., Cleeremans, A., & Alexander, W. H. (2022). eLife, 11, e66358.

A Variable Clock Underlies Internally Generated Hippocampal Sequences. Deng, X., Chen, S., Sosa, M., Karlsson, M. P., Wei, X.-X., & Frank, L. M. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(18), 3797–3810.

The geometry of domain-general performance monitoring in the human medial frontal cortex. Fu, Z., Beam, D., Chung, J. M., Reed, C. M., Mamelak, A. N., Adolphs, R., & Rutishauser, U. (2022). Science, 376(6593).

Cortico-Striatal Control over Adaptive Goal-Directed Responding Elicited by Cues Signaling Sucrose Reward or Punishment. Hamel, L., Cavdaroglu, B., Yeates, D., Nguyen, D., Riaz, S., Patterson, D., … Ito, R. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(18), 3811–3822.

Adaptive control of working memory. Hartmann, E.-M., Gade, M., & Steinhauser, M. (2022). Cognition, 224, 105053.

The representation of context in mouse hippocampus is preserved despite neural drift. Keinath, A. T., Mosser, C.-A., & Brandon, M. P. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2415.

Cortical circuits for top-down control of perceptual grouping. Kon, M., & Francis, G. (2022). Neural Networks, 151, 190–210.

Transition from predictable to variable motor cortex and striatal ensemble patterning during behavioral exploration. Kondapavulur, S., Lemke, S. M., Darevsky, D., Guo, L., Khanna, P., & Ganguly, K. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2450.

Differential dendritic integration of long-range inputs in association cortex via subcellular changes in synaptic AMPA-to-NMDA receptor ratio. Lafourcade, M., van der Goes, M.-S. H., Vardalaki, D., Brown, N. J., Voigts, J., Yun, D. H., … Harnett, M. T. (2022). Neuron, 110(9), 1532-1546.e4.

Neural feedback facilitates rough-to-fine information retrieval. Liu, X., Zou, X., Ji, Z., Tian, G., Mi, Y., Huang, T., … Wu, S. (2022). Neural Networks, 151, 349–364.

Phase coding of spatial representations in the human entorhinal cortex. Nadasdy, Z., Howell, D. H. P., Török, Á., Nguyen, T. P., Shen, J. Y., Briggs, D. E., … Buchanan, R. J. (2022). Science Advances, 8(18).

Encoding of Environmental Cues in Central Amygdala Neurons during Foraging. Ponserre, M., Fermani, F., Gaitanos, L., & Klein, R. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(18), 3783–3796.

Thinking takes time: Children use agents’ response times to infer the source, quality, and complexity of their knowledge. Richardson, E., & Keil, F. C. (2022). Cognition, 224, 105073.

Early lock-in of structured and specialised information flows during neural development. Shorten, D. P., Priesemann, V., Wibral, M., & Lizier, J. T. (2022). eLife, 11, e74651.

Flexible rerouting of hippocampal replay sequences around changing barriers in the absence of global place field remapping. Widloski, J., & Foster, D. J. (2022). Neuron, 110(9), 1547-1558.e8.

#science #Neuroscience #computational neuroscience #Brain science #research #cognition #cognitive science #neurons #neural networks #neurobiology #neural computation #psychophysics #scientific publications

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