One time I was playing the sims and I wanted to make me and mike but I wanted to make us separately and have us meet. But when I moved into my house, I had this sexy ass neighbor. I figured I could have a fling with him and break it off and get with Mike later but then the neighbors kid got attached to me and I couldn’t just end it when I was so close to his daughter. I really cared about him too.
So the only thing I could do was have it end in tragedy. That way I wouldn’t have to break up with the guy and I could adopt his daughter to stay close to her. He passed away peacefully on fire in the kitchen. Now in previous games, when a kid is taken away by CPS, the next kid you adopt is the same kid. Welp that didn’t carry over into sims 4 so the daughter ended up being taken away and erased from the game by the great sims deity.
I’m a sentimental man, so I kept neighbor mans tombstone around. I’d occasionally chat with his ghost, but he seemed cold to me. I can’t help but thinking he was a bit mad his daughter no longer existed. But this escalated once I started seeing Mike. His ethereal visits became more frequent and more hostile, usually breaking my electronics or creating a mess. But he went overboard when he started the fire.
Being a sim the died in a fire, his ghost had certain abilities specific to his death (setting fires). He got pissed because I kissed Mike so he set my couch on fire that ended up barricading us in the bedroom. Now I couldn’t find the fire alarm in buy mode and I hadn’t had the foresight to predict my spiteful ghost died-in-a-fire ex boyfriend would be an afterlife arsonist to care about it that much so a lot of the house had burned by the time I could get the FD there.
After having almost nothing covered by insurance (thanks Obama), Mike sat me down to have a talk with me. While I couldn’t understand him, I imagine he said “What the fuck you need to deal with your crazy ass ex boyfriend ghost. This never would have happened if you weren’t a thirst little sim bitch and dated me first.”
I approached the grave. It was time to release him. He was waiting for me. He knew this was the end. That after this, there was no coming back from the afterlife. I know he tried to kill me, and he knows I got his daughter deleted, but at that moment, it was just like old times. Telling each other jokes 27 times in a row until he would have sex with me.
We had a final ghostly embrace and he was gone. I sold his tombstone for 300 bucks and bought a microwave.
A/N: This is a part II of Braids. Please please please read that first so you may understand the intimacy of their close friendship. I really hope you all like it - please send me your feedback here. Thank you, love you, and happy reading :)
Harry doesn’t remember the last time he felt this giddy.
He thinks it was the time you had finally agreed to see him
perform, and he had found a bouquet of flowers in his dressing room with a small card
that read “If you were a flower, you’d be a damndelion”. There was no signature on the card, but
he immediately recognized your scribbled handwriting. He had worn a grin for
the rest of the night, feeling utterly enamoured by your silent act of
kindness, wondering how someone with that much heart fell into his crazy life.
that he was thinking about it, he had always been showered by your good nature.
It was what had attracted him to you in the first place. Your gentle
personality had the ability to touch others in a way that made them feel like
the most important person on the earth. And now that Harry’s watched your
kindness spread through the hearts of the ones he loved most, he promised
himself to finally be honest with you … even if it meant crossing the blurred
lines of your close friendship.
One of the saddest things for me is the fact, that despite Narcissa‘s faith that Snape’s regard for her son is enough to vow to kill Dumbledore, of all people, Draco himself rejects Snape’s help. He doesn’t trust Snape to have his best interest, not steal his glory. Considering the lengths Snape has to go to protect Draco’s innocence, and the fact that Snape is Malfoy’s mentor and Draco is ultimately one of his charges - that must’ve stung. I don’t always consider Snape to be a sentimental man, even in private, but I think the situation frustrated him to no end. I mean, this is his friend’s son. They’re, supposedly, on one side. And he just hits the wall full stop.
slept much, that was just how things were. There was always so much to do, so
many things requiring his immediate and undivided attention that being dead to
the world for more than a bare minimum of hours seemed like a horrible waste of
time. His body was so used to this ascetic regime that even on his rare days
off he simply couldn’t force himself to sleep in. At the break of dawn, or whatever
equivalent it had in deep space, he laid wide awake staring at the quarters’ ceiling,
no trace of drowsiness lingering in his mind.
its perks though. Reyes turned his head to the right, a fond smile tugging at
the corner of his lips. Unlike him, Scott had zero problems with sleeping – he
slept, one can even say, with enthusiasm, mouth parted and drooling obliviously
at his pillow.
behold the mighty Pathfinder.
that he was the only one privileged enough to see Scott like this, so
vulnerable, unkempt, almost childlike warmed Reyes’s heart to a degree he did
not anticipate. The things that man did to him, unbelievable…
A month or
so had passed since the Charlatan’s coup d'état in Kadara Port and it was only Reyes’s
second night he got to spend on the Tempest. But things were looking good on
all fronts, more than Reyes dared to expect even in his most optimistic prognoses.
He had been preparing himself mentally that Scott – Scott the paragon of virtue
who flew across the galaxy helping people – would reject him as soon as he’d
learn the whole truth, of all the shady and questionable things he had done.
But no. Scott understood that things were rarely black and white, Scott
accepted him for who he was, good and bad. Reyes knew that he was a lucky man
to have found someone like Scott. He didn’t deserve him, not by a long shot.
the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around his lover. Not being the one to
refuse himself much, he shifted closer to Scott, his hand resting on his
shoulder blade, his lips pressing to his forehead.
stirred, sighing softly. A warm, boneless mass against Reyes’s chest. Barely
lucid, he instinctively reached out for his lover, his fingers curling on the
tawny hip. Scott didn’t open his eyes yet. Maybe that was for the best – he
couldn’t see the embarrassingly mushy expression on Reyes’s face.
mumbled, his lips tickling Reyes’s neck as he spoke.
carded his hand through the mess of hair on Scott’s head, massaging his scalp
gently. Scott liked that, the tender motion always seemed to soothe him. It
worked like magic even now, making the Pathfinder sigh again with contentment.
Reyes echoed with amusement. “You want some?”
wish.” Reyes chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek. “One coffee coming right
smile curved Scott’s lips.
he said, warm glints of affection flickering in his half-opened, heavy-lidded
eyes, still clouded with remnants of whatever dream he was having.
completely melted Reyes’s heart. Smiling like a fool, he kissed Scott’s temple,
the corner of his eye, his cheek before finally letting their lips meet in a
surprisingly chaste union, almost an antithesis of the lustful kisses they
shared in the evening.
back,” Reyes said, stroking Scott’s chest before finally sliding away from his
lover towards the edge of the bed. He let his bare feet fall onto the cold
floor and then stood up, stretching his stiff muscles. Although the temperature
on the Tempest was optimal for humans and other humanoid species, it still felt
chilly against his naked skin, warmed so perfectly by Scott’s pliant body. He
missed it already.
thoughts shouldn’t wander off in that direction or he’d just dive in straight
back to bed and never leave.
inward sigh, he located his pants under a chair, thrown there haphazardly the
night before. He picked them up, aware of Scott’s gaze on him.
the view?” he asked, turning to his lover. Just as expected, Scott, still not fully
awake, observed him with a relaxed smile playing on his lips.
his head and put the pants on.
something in return for that coffee. I am, after all, a greedy man.”
“I know… a
“At least five.”
“Four and a
half,” Scott said with mock sternness. “Final offer.”
laughed, feeling another burst of sentiment towards that impossible man.
“Deal. You drive
a hard bargain.”
taught by the best.”
exchanged telling glances and smiles like true partners in crime.
relationship shouldn’t have worked, all evidence and premises pointed to its inevitable
destruction. How could love bloom freely between the human Pathfinder, a symbol
of hope for the whole of Andromeda, and the Charlatan, the head of a criminal
organization ruling over Kadara Port? But somehow it did, against all odds.
I’m going to prepare for you,” said Reyes smoothly, giving his lover his
Scott chuckle, Reyes walked across the room to the door. He hesitated before pressing
the button though. His current looks were hardly… presentable. Wearing only his
pants, with disheveled hair and enough love bites on his skin not to leave much
to imagination what he and Scott were doing the night before, he was bound to
scandalize the crew, who didn’t have a very high opinion on him in the first
Oh well, it
was still early, surely no one would be up at this ungodly hour, he thought
punching the door open.
As soon as
he stepped into the kitchen, he understood how wrong he was. Jaal and Liam were
sitting at the table, empty bottle of wine in front of them, and chatting about
something animatedly. At least until they spotted Reyes. The atmosphere then
soured at once. Both the angara and the human gave him unfriendly stink eyes
reserved perhaps for something filthy that stuck to the sole of your shoe.
an excellent start.
Reyes said in a neutral tone as if he hadn’t noticed the icy cold reception. They
didn’t reply. It didn’t bother him too much though. Tons of people hated him, that
was basically in the job description. Two more didn’t make too much of a
difference, he was used to it.
he opened the cupboard and took out Scott’s favorite mug – the one with the Brave
Heart Lion from the old Care Bears cartoon. What a nerd. Reyes caught himself
smiling like a goofball as he started the coffee machine. Scott’s blend of
choice contained more milk, caramel syrup and sugar than the coffee itself, he
knew that by now. Sweet drink for a sweet boy.
God, he couldn’t
believe he had just thought something that cheesy. Scott brought out the worst
sap out of him. And Reyes wasn’t entirely sure if he minded that.
so caught up in his own musings that he had nearly forgotten that he wasn’t
alone in the kitchen. A grunt full of disapproval and even more disapproving words
reminded him of that quite successfully.
like you,” announced Jaal.
It was hard
not to laugh, but Reyes managed to keep a straight face.
“And here I
thought we can make s’mores and sing kumbaya together.”
understand what you are referring to, but we will certainly not do that.”
go my weekend plans…”
smartass,” Liam chimed in, openly hostile. “You’re not welcome on this ship.“
really? I can’t believe it, everyone’s so nice to me,“ Reyes deadpanned, casting
a brief, almost bored glance at the man. This indifferent reaction only
infuriated Liam even more.
disgrace that you’re here,“ Liam slurred, the alcohol making him more open with
his resentment. “You’re a bloody exile and a criminal, you should be in
the anger rushing in his veins, but he bit back the reply, not showing that the
words had phased him in any way. There was no point trying to engage in a
conversation with any of them. All he had to do was to wait until the machine
spat out the fancy coffee for Scott and he’d be out of here in a blink of an
wasn’t done yet, not even close. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Scott must be a bigger idiot than we thought to trust you.“
It was as
if a thunderbolt hit him straight in the chest.
He spun around to face them, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight.
out of this,“ he snarled, making Liam and Jaal stare at him with surprise and
maybe with fear too. “You don’t like me and insulting me is your new hobby?
Fine, I’ve heard worse. But don’t you fucking dare talk shit about Scott.“
if you care about him,“ Liam said with scorn. “You’re just using him for his
connections, we all know that. Only Scott is too naive to see that.“
narrowed his eyes, seething and truly wounded. It… well, it was a painful
thing to hear. If the crew thought that about him, could Scott be swayed too
watching you. When you hurt him we will eject you into space.“ Jaal wasn’t
joking. “With pleasure.“
his teeth, clenched his fists. They went too far. Implying that he was here to
hurt Scott? No, he couldn’t stand for it, he wouldn’t.
applies to you,“ he said, his voice sharp like a blade of a knife.
Liam replied, puzzled. Reyes smiled, but that smile had no humor in it. It was
“You’re all so self-righteous, looking down
and passing judgment, and yet you seem to forget who I really am. I’m not just
some smuggler nobody. I’m the Charlatan. If any of you just as much as look at
Scott in a funny way, you’ll have the wrath of the whole Collective on your
asses. Just so we’re clear, it’s a two way alley. You may keep an eye on me,
but I’m keeping mine on you just as much. Hurt him and you’ll die. Painfully.“
A soft ding cut through the silence that
enveloped the room – the coffee was ready. Reyes took the mug and walked out of
the room, not deigning Liam and Jaal with even a passing glance. He didn’t have
to, he knew they were both staring at him in stunned silence.
* * *
sound the machine made, Scott backed away slowly, returning to his room. His
heart raced in his chest. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he got bored waiting
and decided to join his boyfriend in the kitchen. But what he heard… Reyes’s
words resounded with devotion, care and power. Scott was slightly frightened.
And touched. And turned on, all at once.
to have a serious talk with his crew though.
off his pants and slipped under the sheets again as if he had never left. Reyes
walked in a moment later, a steaming mug in his hands.
looked closely at his lover’s face, trying to read his thoughts on what had
happened in the kitchen. Reyes was so good at clamming up, at hiding his
emotions, burring them deep beneath the surface of a suave charmer. But Scott
couldn’t be fooled. He saw the hurt in his lover’s eyes, despite his efforts to
are. One coffee, just as requested,“ Reyes said, sitting at the edge of the
bed. Scott sat up as well, taking the mug carefully. The smell told him that
Reyes remembered how he liked to take his drink. That was really sweet.
you.“ Scott hesitated, unsure if he should do it. But he felt like he must. He
put the mug away on the nightstand. Reyes looked at him quizzically, thousands
of thoughts probably running through his head.
you,“ Scott said, pouring his heart into these words, his hand reaching to
Reyes’s cheek. “And nothing and no one can change that. I… I just wanted you
to know that,“ he added, a little embarrassed.
looked at him with nothing but adoration, his eyes lively and bright again.
Scott. I needed to hear that.“ His words were soft, just as his lips when he
gave him a kiss. And then another, locking him in a warm embrace.
stood on the nightstand completely forgotten.
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Another moment in the “Imperial Problem Child” series
The circumstances of the Princess’s capture had seemed off to him from the beginning. Although there was every indication that the operation on Sy Myrth had been established some months ago, and the Rebels had fought violently to defend it, the end of the battle had seemed suspicious. The moment the Princess was captured, the Rebels turned tail and fled, abandoning the Sy Myrth base. Odd. And not in keeping with previous experiences. There weren’t even any parting shots as the Rebels retreated.
More curious than anything else, Grand Admiral Thrawn had the Princess brought to his office. Her expression was calm, her posture relaxed, but her eyes were calculating.
“Grand Admiral,” she said with a polite dip of her head. “I see that the rumors of your great love of art are not in the slightest bit exaggerated.”
“Princess Organa,” Thrawn made a courteous half bow and smiled thinly. “You have taken a risk, haven’t you?” The human woman had an impressive sabaac face, to be sure, but there was a slight tightening at the corners of her eyes. Yes, he’d interpreted her posture correctly: she was exactly where she wanted to be. The operation on the planet below must have been a sham. A clever one, at that. Thrawn couldn’t help but be slightly impressed by that.
“Considering reports place your intelligence somewhat higher than the usual Imperial, Grand Admiral Mitth’raw’nuruodo, I decided that a little risk was necessary in order to gauge for myself whether you’ve the common sense to go with that intelligence,” Princess Leia indulged a gentle smile and folded her hands calmly.
Lena announces her wedding date a year before it happens. She and Emily are ecstatic, in love, totally and completely happy. Angela’s happy for them, too. Happier still when she goes to the bachelorette party a month out (both of them) - ridiculously happy to drag a drunken Farreha home after one, and then to have been escorted home drunkenly at the other by the same woman.
A week out and Emily calls her to go to lunch and Angela accepts willingly. Sitting across from the red head, sipping coffee after her meal Emily finally leans forward and, looking almost too serious says:
20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
[This is totally a larger verse I may expand on someday. I really like it.]
He looks like he’s sleeping.
Still. Calm. Quiet. All thinks Jack isn’t normally.
It’s a dangerous game, being in this stupid tower where he sleeps. Especially with the place so heavily guarded.
Dark supposes that makes sense for the cursed prince.
He had met the boy only months ago, probably skirting around closer to a year. Initially, he’d been fucking around with him, knowing him to be some noble’s son or higher up–he’d been too round in the cheeks, his hands too soft for the commoner, and he had stumbled over his name, Jack, like it wasn’t quite the truth.
Dark had taken him to far parts of the city, through street markets and gardens, watching the way his eyes ignited in mirth, enamored by the colors and ways of the city life. He’d always gotten the impression Jack was sheltered, and upon figuring out he was the youngest prince of the McLoughlin family, that explained a lot.
But he couldn’t stay away. The stakes immeasurably raised, he snuck into the palace towers, stealing Sean McLoughlin away for tavern dances and 3AM swims. Jack had never done these sort of things before, his family keeping him under tight lock and key, for fear of a spell cast upon him.
If he pricked his finger on a rose, he would fall into a deep sleep, never to wake up, never to see the light of day again.
Amazingly, it hadn’t been their trysts that put Jack to sleep, but the King’s own folly, allowing flowers into his birthday celebration.
He’s been asleep for three months now, and Dark’s ransacked every library in the nine kingdoms to find a cure.
In the still of the night, Dark sits on the edge of the bed, grasping Jack’s hand gently. It’s cold, colder than it should be, and he raises the fingers to his lips, still as soft and small as ever.
He misses him. He misses him so fucking much.
“You need to wake up,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
Jack makes no movement or noise, and Dark isn’t surprised.
There isn’t a cure for a sleeping curse. No potion or herb or powerful mage will lift it from his body. He’s doomed to sleep forever, unless…
In his travels, Dark had met a young man, short and cropped hair as blue as the sky. He had a twinkling smile to him, knowing Dark’s question before he had even asked.
“The only way to lift a sleeping curse,” he had said, “is to bestow true love’s kiss.”
“How the hell does that help me?” Dark had fired back. “He doesn’t love anyone.”
The young mage had given him a soft, unreadable look. “The prince’s love lies within the person he would uproot his entire life for.”
Jack doesn’t love him. He can’t love him. Dark’s a criminal, for heaven’s sake. They would kill him on sight for consorting with the prince the way he has.
Gripping Jack’s wrist gently, Dark watches the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, wanting more than anything for those blue eyes to open.
“Please,” Dark whispers, and the words are sticky in his mouth. “Wake up, Jack. Wake up.”
Sucking in a deep breath, Dark leans over his sleeping form, and kisses him gently.
A beat. Dark hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes, and when he opens them, blue eyes stare back.
“Dark?” Jack’s voice slurs, groggy and stiff. “What’s…going on?”
Dark’s never been a sentimental man, but he’s damn near sure he could have ripped his heart out of his chest in joy.
“Welcome back,” he murmurs, and shaking, he kisses him again. “Welcome back, Sean.”
Request: flamethrower45 said:Hi!!! Ily so
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“What’s your name?”
“Peter. What’s your name?”
“(Y/N). Why are you here?”
“My mom’s sick, so
we’re here to see her.”
You sat next to the boy
who looked close to the same age as you, playing games and talking, waiting for
hours for either one of you to get word from your families that it was time to
go. Peter’s was called away first, and
was gone for a long time before you saw him again, running out the front doors
of the building and into the parking lot.
“Are you okay?” you
called out to him as you followed.
“Leave me alone,” he
whispered between his tears. “Just…I
want to be alone, (Y/N).”
“Sure, Peter. It’s gonna be okay.” You didn’t know for certain what had
happened, but you hoped that it really would be okay for him. Before you reached the doors to go back in, a
bright light illuminated behind you; by the time you turned around, your new
friend was gone. You took a few steps
towards where he had been, and the light returned, this time flooding over you.
Peter grabbed the cassette and slipped it into the stereo,
pushing the play button and feeling ready to dance.
“What the…?” He felt
a rush of panic, pressing more buttons, taking the tape out and inspecting it,
returning it to the player and trying again.
“No, no, no, no, this can’t happen!” he yelled, quickly
getting the attention of his teammates.
“You guys, this can’t happen!”
“SHUT UP! I’m trying
to sleep over here!”
“Good! Finally an end
to that insufferable noise once and for all.”
Quill looked back at the group with shock, holding his hand
to his chest, clearly hurt. “I thought
you guys liked it!” He stood quickly and
pointed harshly at Gamora, “I saw you dancing just yesterday!”
“You have no proof,” she groaned and rolled back over in her
Peter turned back to his stereo, his face covered in sadness
and disbelief. He sighed when a large
hand rested on his shoulder, putting his own over it to accept the
sentiment. “Thanks, man.”
“I am Groot.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, “me too, pal. Me too.”
As Peter wandered around the shop in the middle of nowhere,
he was disheartened by the lack of anything that could help him fix his
stereo. The shelves and broken down
tables were filled with various pieces of space junk and items tagged as
‘vintage’ to attract buyers, when really they were just old garbage. He haphazardly tossed the worthless items
around as he searched, beginning to feel like he would never find what he
“Come on, man, it’ll be okay,” Rocket said, moving alongside
him. “Maybe it’s time to move on. It’s a sign.”
He jumped up on the table when an item caught his eye, but quickly
returned to the floor when he found it to be junk. “It’s a sign that it was a piece of garbage
to start with,” he whispered under his breath.
“That’s not the attitude I need right now, alright? Would it kill ya to be supportive in my time
of need?” Peter moved towards the back
of the old shop, all but defeated now. “I’m
never gonna find what I need here,” he groaned.
He was about to turn around and gather everyone to leave when something
caught his eye. He walked up to the old cryogenic
tube and pulled away the scrap of dusty cloth that covered it.
“No way,” he gasped, “there’s no way…”
“What is this?” Drax
approached from behind, walking around the tube, tapping his hand on the cover
and wiping the dust away from the control panel. “How will this help you to fix your music
“Um,” Peter said in a quiet voice, “well, it won’t. But I…I think I know this girl.” His expression saddened as he stared at you,
still in disbelief that you could be the friend he had made so many years ago
and so far away.
Quill grabbed the price tag hanging from the side of the
tube and gasped, “are you serious?
There’s no way that I can afford this.”
The shopkeeper approached, seeing that the group had
gathered around you. “I see that you’ve
found something of interest?” He moved
to the foot of the tube and shook his head, “just so you know, there’s no way
to open this. It was found with no
instruction and I have yet to meet anyone who has seen another. It’s nothing more than decoration.”
Peter hadn’t heard a word that the shopkeeper had said,
slowly moving his hand over the window that gave him his view of you. “I’ll take it,” he whispered.
“But you just said-“
He put his hand up to quiet Drax, and looked to the
shopkeeper, “it’s pretty heavy,” he said, attempting to lift one corner and
pretending to fail, “you got anything in back that we can haul it out on?” The man looked at Peter and Drax skeptically,
but relented and made his way through the back door of the building.
Peter grabbed the top of the tube and pointed at the other
end, “alright, big man, grab that end and let’s get the hell outta here.”
“Are you serious?!”
Rocket exclaimed, “you’re gonna risk it for a frozen girl that you can
never wake up? How desperate are you,
“Just shut it and run, would ya?”
The group had just made it to the door when shots began to
fire around them, the unassuming shopkeeper now in a full rage and chasing
behind them. “Get back here, you
thief! Get back here right now!”
“Maybe run a little faster guys!”
Once back aboard the ship and safely in flight, Peter sat
quietly along side of you, resting his chin in his hand and absentmindedly
pressing the buttons on the tube with the other. He barely knew anything about you from the
short time you had spent together, but he knew that it was the right thing to
do to take you from that shop.
“Hey,” Gamora whispered, resting her hand on his arm, “you
Peter took a deep breath and sat back in his chair, still
looking at you. “Yeah, yeah I’m
good. I just don’t understand how…”
“You might never know.
You need to be ready for that, Quill.”
He simply nodded as she walked away, not knowing how to
respond to her. “I wish I could play a
song for you,” he whispered to you, “but just your luck, the biggest loser in
the galaxy had to be the one to find you.”
Peter pulled the cassette from his pack and reached over to
his stereo, hoping for a miracle. He
slid it into the machine and squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the play button
down slowly. His eyes opened quickly
with delight when the music began.
“Look at that,” he said with a smile, “I guess I found what
I needed after all.”
So I was reading an article on ANN today, having a fine time, entertainingly written and all. And then I hit a wall.
A wall that demanded I get my gaytective gear out for One Last Job (pardon the scan quality - I had to use my own collection).
Because my dudes of all genders, let me tell you, they’re right. There’s no chemistry to be found in Petshop of Horrors.
We all know, after all, that flowers around a meaningful meeting in josei? Means nothing.
A common sentiment from a man who openly hates and resents the human race, which the chapter up to this point was written around emphasizing.
THERE IS NO BONDING OR CHEMISTRY GOING ON HERE. IGNORE IT.
Presented without commentary.
And certainly other characters never pick up on anything either.
From friends, to say….
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DIRE SERIES OF EVENTS
And the series ends with a separation that Leon refuses to accept, leading him to leave the law behind entirely to pursue D on his own, just for the chance of meeting him again. As though the center around which the series spins was the progress of this relationship from pure hatred to complicated obsession.
i want you forever (right here by my side) - chapter one
summary: “Phil Coulson. Thought you might like to know before we begin. I promise I won’t twist your arm… too hard,” he says with a smile which widens as she returns it. “Melinda May,” she responds, accepting his handshake. Her hand is small, her fingers slim, and her grip is unsurprisingly firm. “You wouldn’t dare. I’d whip your ass.” Phil Coulson and Melinda May. Their story, from the very first day.
notes: my take on a phil/melinda origin story inspired by theories from the philinda chatroom. please let me know what you think :) thank you to @agentsphilinda for beta-ing this one for me!
The streets are still littered with red, white and blue streamers the day Phillip Coulson is born, in a small town in Manitowoc, Wisconsin. His father is a history teacher, his mother a homemaker, and he is their first and only child. He weighs eight pounds and two ounces, measures twenty inches and lets out quiet cries of protest as he is dragged into the world by a none too gentle doctor.
Phil grows up an average boy.
He is of an average height and average weight, and attends the local elementary school with all the other regular boys and girls. He plays baseball in the little leagues, does all his chores and homework and spends time with the neighbour’s children in the front yard in the afternoons, supervised by his mother who often presents him with treats as rewards for good behaviour.
His favourite in summer is her Apple pie, with a golden and flakey crust, wrapped around a piping hot filling of caramelised apple slices. It’s not too sweet and not too sour, and she always serves it with a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade; the lemons picked from a little tree in their back garden.
In winter, his parents make hot chocolate from scratch, and the family of three stay warm huddled by the fireplace, trading stories about their day.
They’re an average family, with an average house and an average life.
But the first eight years of Phil’s life are safe, and happy.