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bookuya · 2 years

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PROLOGUE.

childe x f!reader x xiao | zombie apocalypse au.

synopsis: you are a special operations unit police officer in desperate need of moving. to get the perfect apartment complex you need to fit the conditions, and your detective friend childe is there to help you out. but now, it seems like the world is starting to fall apart— all starting with a single drug. [based + inspired off of "happiness" kdrama.]

please read before proceeding!

specific warnings for chapter: VERY BRIEF mentions of guns, gunshots, shots, killing. swearing. mentions of drugs, blood, zombies. descriptions of zombie behavior might be graphic, but i toned it down as much as i could. read at your own risk!

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author's note: holy cow, i'm so excited to finally start this! this was actually going to be the first chapter, but i decided a prologue would be better since it's pretty much the explanation. the action starts pretty quick too, but hope you all enjoy :) chapter one will be hopefully at least twice this word count, just a heads up! (also none of the male leads pop up too much, but childe will pop up more starting the next chapter and xiao will appear later on)

hefting itto's bulky arm around your shoulders is no easy task, especially with his whole muscular figure leaning heavily against the right side of your body. you frustratedly groan as you straighten your back, tugging on your co-workers wrist as you two stumble throughout the dark hallways of an abandoned building.

"this is for training," you hiss between gritted teeth. "you don't actually have to lean on me, you know."

"if this was real life then you would actually have to carry me," itto playfully and boldly responds. you can see the joyful grin on his face transition to regret when you send him a cold glare, and he instantaneously shifts to a different position to release his weight off of you. you (smugly) grin in response and wander more throughout the hallways, finding the temporary infirmary and kicking the door open with pretend urgency.

the scrawny recruit inside of the room jolts at the abrupt sound of your entrances, fumbling to salute at you two and exclaiming a "S-SOU!" as you heave itto's body onto a table. you speedily push all of the supplies out of the way, discarding your friend's gun onto the floor and taking his helmet off.

"hurry up and treat him!" you order with a stern tone. adjusting your gloves and stepping back, you closely watch the recruit as he wheels a medical cart beside itto's body and turns to you. you're surprised that with his nervousness, he still manages to ask a "where did he get hurt?" while taking out a stethoscope from his medical bag.

"he got shot in the chest and can't breathe," you reply, nodding towards itto's figure. the recruit's eyes widen like he's horrified—you're sure his name is parker—and he shakily rips itto's vest off, slipping the stethoscope on his chest and listening for a heartbeat.

"h-he has a pneumothorax," parker stammers out after a few silent moments. "the gunshot wound is leaking air and—"

"don't give me a diagnosis, treat him!" you already feel disappointed on how many points you have deducted from him and his performance in your mind. he spins back to his medical bag and pulls out some medical shot of some sorts, and you swear internally when he nervously turns back towards you. how is he going to be a SOU officer if he's so dependent on his superiors?

"should... should i do it?" he anxiously gestures towards the shot in his hand.

"don't think and do as you were taught."

with your words taken note of, the recruit turns back to itto and gulps nervously. he shuts his eyes in obvious anxiousness and injects the shot into him, itto groaning in response. when he suddenly stops groaning and stays completely still, parker's eyebrows arch as high as they can on his forehead and his eyes widen even more in mortification. "sir? sir!!"

he's doomed, you think as you quietly sigh in something akin to embarrassment. the recruit takes action by starting a fumbling CPR on his chest... until itto's hand wraps around parker's wrist and shoves his figure away.

"you're going to crush my ribs, goddammit," itto grunts out. he sits up on the table, taking off his upper uniform and showing parker the plastic fake ribs on his chest. "this is the clavicle, idiot!"

you take off your own helmet and sigh again, this time aloud and audible to both of the men in the room. "recruit lee parker, you just killed a team member." you turn towards the man you had just mentioned with a shake of your head. "you lose points in your TMP training."

"are you really going to deduct his points?" itto asks although already knowing the answer, a cheeky smile on your face as he voluntarily gives his pork cutlet to you since it's your favorite. the two of you are in the special operations unit (SOU for short) cafeteria about to enjoy your lunches, having already put your supplies away earlier and concluding the training. "your acting was pretty good, by the way."

"of course," you say with a duh tone, eating your own vegetables as you speak. you ignore his judging look directed at the amount of food he sees that piles on your plate. "he's slow at decision-making and too much of a scaredy-cat. but thanks, your acting was impressive too."

the male in front of you only rolls his eyes at your naturally sarcastic-sounding voice, even when you genuinely mean it. you smile in return as your phone vibrates, looking away and pulling it out of your pocket to check it. "what's that?"

you grin at the sight of your notification. "did you know that the police agency is giving out three apartment units for people in the police force?" you turn back towards itto and brazenly hold up three fingers. "the new location for the units are currently getting developed!"

"holy shit, really?" itto's eyes widen. "are there conditions or something? my sister's dream is to get a newly built apartment unit, but the ones in our area are too old."

you look back to your phone screen to accurately read out the details to itto. "they score every applicant based on... seniority, family size, marital status, and so on and on. but! the amount of arrests and evaluations matter the most."

"gosh, you'll win the unit for that for sure then," itto says mid-chew with rice in his mouth. you're not sure if he realizes that he's feeding your ego, but you take the compliment giddily anyways. his mouth opens to continue talking, but another sudden ringing of your phone interrupts him.

the phone screen surprises you when you notice that it's childe, your detective and highschool friend, calling you. itto sends you another questioning look at your contact name for him ("I'm His Lifesaver") and you whisper in explanation, "he's a friend of mine." you pick up the call and bring the phone to your ear. "what's up?"

"hey," he greets from the other side of the phone— you can't help but grin yet again from the sound of his voice. however, his tone sounds much more serious than it usually is and he gets on right away with what he needs to say. "your name came up during an investigation. you're training new recruits, right?"

oh, you idly think, blinking in small surprise. you definitely were not expecting that type of question. "yeah, why? did something happen with one?"

"actually, the guy we're investigating bought some drugs from a brand new SOU recruit," he replies. you assume we means him and teppei, an older friend of you two that is also a detective. itto nudges at your shoulder when he spots you jump a bit from bewilderment in your seat. drugs? from a special operations unit recruit? you can't believe what you are currently hearing. "for real? wait, what's the name of the recruit?"

childe hums for a bit before answering with a "uh, i think it was a lee parker?", and surprise takes you over even more. that was the guy you and itto had just trained! "well anyway, you'll probably get a notice soon. we don't really understand the drugs that were sold, but i wanted to give you a heads-up, kiddo."

you snort, unaware that you're still leaving the co-worker in front of you in the dark about the situation. "oh, don't kiddo me— but good job anyways." a natural sinister type of smile from an idea appears on your face. "if i were to uncover the organization behind it, that would be my arrest right?"

you can hear that childe was walking on the other side of the phone, now pausing at your words. "what are you talking about? i just wanted to let you know—"

without any more words to say to him, you abruptly hang up the call and place your phone down onto the table. you sigh out in deep thought, carefully thinking about what you should do next.

what were you supposed to do next? the obvious choice felt like to investigate the recruit yourself, even without superiors, and ask him about the drugs plus what drugs specifically, but if he was seriously selling drugs then that might've resulted into a lot of paperwork.

... but you were also dead-set on that apartment unit. having a noisy family and neighbors all your life made you want a space for yourself desperately, and helping your detective friend would definitely help you get that new unit.

"alright then, itto," you say finally with a firm decision in mind, while also pointing at him with your fork as you talk. "i'll be back very quickly, so watch my food." you pause a bit before continuing. "i don't want anyone laying a single hand on my pork cutlet."

"wait, it's more important than your food?" he asks dumbly, watching in surprise as you actually stand up with your phone in hand. you nonchalantly wave to him as you leave the cafeteria, walking outside and back towards the abandoned building that was used for training.

you enter the building and push open the heavy doors, treading through the dark hallways and up the grimy stairs. every corner seems to be filled with dust and smudged soot. however, the recruits should still be at their stations due to ongoing training, so you suppose parker is still at the infirmary even with failing his TMP. you stop at the correct floor and look down one side of the hallway, walking back towards where you remember the temporary medical room was and attempting to look through the soiled door windows.

the door windows are naturally faded with more specks of dust due to old age. you have to step closer and squint through the glass to see if parker is still inside, maybe cleaning up his supplies or talking to a superior.

you can't really tell at all what is going on; there are two figures in the special operations unit uniforms on the ground and on top of each other, and wait— were they seriously wrestling right now? did they get into a fight about something? you also immediately spin around when you hear footsteps behind you, spotting itto with his hands calmly in his pockets.

"relax, i told everyone not to touch your food," he says, responding to your look of what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here with his own what's-up-with-you? look. you step away a bit as he walks to your side and peers through the door windows as well, confusion then evidently seen on his face just like yours. "what are those punks even doing?"

after his words you instantly burst open the right door and step into the room, a glare on your face at the figures on the floor. you call out, "recruit lee parker!"what was with his audacity to play around on the ground after failing an important SOU training?

itto gave you a perplexed look after none of the wrestling figures answered, and he stepped forward to your side. he called out as well, "hey you two, what are you doing?"

a few moments passed by and nothing happened again—jesus christ, you were seriously starting to get pissed off. you took a step forward to break up the fight when a familiar voice from one of the figures cried out, "help me! p-please!"

you stopped your movement. was that parker? why didn't he just answer earlier? you opened your mouth to speak, to scold him again—

—only to step right back when the figure on top stood up, curling his fucking back at an angle a normal human could not have been able to bend to at all.

both you and itto's eyes widened by the near tenfold as the figure looked at you two upside down, pupils incredibly shrunk to a small dot and blood all over his mouth. you rushed to take out your gun from the holster as the human—no, what the fuck even was that?—growled animalistically, twisting his back towards you.

"what's wrong with him?" itto whispered in a frozen state similar to yours, stepping back as you moved your figure in front of him as some sort of protection. you held out your gun in front of you and pointed it at the zombie-like person, keeping a careful and serious eye out for him with your finger on the trigger.

"parker, stay right where you are," you coldly warned. parker was still on the floor where the person was on him, and oh hell, was he eating him? his neck was bloody and red as he scooted back against the wall, looking at you with extreme panic on his face.

at that moment, as you looked at parker's face, your whole body froze once again.

because shit, if that monster-like person or whatever the fuck that is was a regular human before, then you couldn't shoot him— there would be major problems if this was something you could cure.

you immediately tossed your gun to the side as the zombie lunged inhumanly fast at you, your reflexes kicking in as you gripped his shoulders to maintain distance from him even as he harshly backed and pushed you into a wall. the back of your head and your back itself hit roughly against a mirror, making it shatter onto the floor with shards splaying out in all directions. the zombie-like person's bloody hands seized onto your shoulders as well, growling loudly and continuously with every breath. you didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief, trying your best to block the zombie from biting you as itto quickly grabbed the back of his shirt and threw his figure to the ground. itto reflexively picked up a foldable chair and used it as a shield while the zombie scrambled up to latch onto him.

as quick as you could, you grabbed the medical cart and wheeled it right into the zombie's bottom figure. he screeched out in pain and you felt yourself sweat at how inhumane and cruel he sounded, itto also flinching from the sound as he helped you push the cart into the zombie.

"hurry itto, get parker out of here!" you yelled out as loud as you could over the growls and cries. almost as quick as you said it, itto let go of the cart and ran to the collapsed recruit to help him up.

you shouldn't have looked away from the zombie, even just for a millisecond.

the cart was pushed away with brutal strength from the zombie, and you yelped as you felt the zombie reach to grip onto your hand with its long nails. you rapidly punched his other hand away, grunting while pulling both of his wrists high up in the air and expertly throwing him over your shoulder with a kick from your foot. he landed forcefully onto the medical table, making you curse out loud as you tried to flip him over to keep his mouth away to prevent biting. you slammed your fist onto his back with as much strength as you could to keep him still, itto with the recruit on his back running past.

it didn't seem to be enough at all— in seconds, the zombie effortlessly pushed you off and scrabbled to get back at you. you tightly gripped onto each other's shoulders again with another throw of him over your shoulder as you ducked. the both of you fell onto the floor, and holy shit, the zombie got up way faster than you ever could, leaving you to roll under a table as it screamed while clawing at you. you scooted back and reached your arms as high up as you could, holding onto the tips of a metal cabinet and throwing it down harshly onto the zombie that chased after you. with the time of mere seconds you spared for yourself, you spun towards the door and shut it tight behind you.

"[name], are you okay?!" your head turns tiredly towards the voice. itto was slightly down the hallway, sitting next to parker on the floor and most likely tending to him.

you couldn't respond even if you tried to— panting hard and desperately catching your breath and even then the zombie slammed itself with no care in the world against the door behind you. you flinch and spin back around to keep the doors confirmed shut, but it kept his bloody face against the window and growled even more loudly at you.

you don't know what happened, but now it felt like the door windows were crystal clear and the zombie was peering at you with its—god forbid—inhumane eyes.

"what the hell is that?" itto gasped out, staring at the person behind the door. it's bloody figure disappeared as it slid down the door and away from the window's view. "is that a fucking zombie? how in the world did that happen??"

i don't know, you think in the only quiet you have right now—your mind.

was that truly a zombie? all those fictional stories and little fairy tales didn't talk about or have fast, fighting zombies with extremely expert reflexes. you swallow your nerves down and step towards the door to check on the zombie, only to step back as it stood back up and slammed itself so hard against the window again that the glass cracked on the sides.

was it because... of the drugs that childe told you about?

"i'll stay here," you start to say, your voice strangely calm for someone who's currently shaken up. "go get that recruit treated quickly!"

you keep your eyes closely on the door as itto runs down the hallway, recruit on his back, his voice yelling out, "is anyone out there? we got an officer down!" you can even feel cold sweat dripping down the side of your head as the zombie slides down again, away from sight.

that's when you finally first hear something human-sounding from him: a scream of pain.

you waste no time to crack the door open and look down at his body, fallen down completely on the floor as the male figure cries to himself and clutches his chest tightly. his eyes are back to normal and he no longer looks like a zombie, his other hand reaching towards you limply as he starts to fucking talk.

"o-officer," he stutters out with small, pained cries in between. he's visibly trembling. "call an ambulance, please!"

you can't believe it. you don't believe what you're thinking, you don't believe what you're seeing, you don't believe what you're hearing even as other SOU officers come running down the hall and pass by you to take care of the situation.

your theory was right.

the zombie was a human before— he turned right fucking back.

what the hell was going on?

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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(The Hobbit) Thorin x Reader: Dragonsickness and the Heart

(Author’s Note: Well, it’s spring, and usually spring gets me in a hobbit/LotR mood, so here we are. I actually wrote a shameless OC self-insert a few years ago, and decided to just take a section of it an make it a reader-insert.

Warnings: Thorin acts like a lil creep, but in the end he wouldn’t do anything to hurt reader.

While under the effects of the dragon sickness, Thorin says some things... You wonder if it’s the sickness talking, or perhaps it is his true feelings coming out.

Enjoy!)

You struggled with the dwarvish armor, finally letting it fall to the ground. It was much too big and clunky: you could barely stand in it! Thorin had given the order for the Company to armor up, but it didn’t look like it would be possible for you. The clank of metal sounded in the armory around the corner, and you let out an exasperated sigh. You had taken your chosen armor to an empty room to avoid the humiliation as you attempted to try the foreign material on. Even after you managed to finally figure it out, the weight of the metal was too much. You weren’t exactly in the mood for endless teasing on Fili and Kili’s part. Dwalin might even find it humorous and would never let you live it down.

Footsteps sounded around the corner, and you whirled around to come up with an excuse or explanation of some sort as to why you were hiding away like this. To your surprise, it was Thorin, all armored-up and looking…well…looking pretty good.

Even with everything that had happened, after how crappy of a person he had become since the dragon sickness took its hold, you were surprised to feel your heartbeat pick up at the sight of him. He entered the dimly-lit room, eyes flickering from you to the bulky armor lying on the floor. He flashed an amused smile that made you feel weak.

“Trouble?” he asked, pacing over with a raised brow.

“Uh, y-yes,” you mumbled back, unable to meet his intense gaze. You tried to remind yourself that this wasn’t him. He wasn’t himself, yet it didn’t stop your heart from doing flips in your ribcage. “It obviously wasn’t going to fit. I don’t know why I tried anyways.

“Because you’re you,” he responded with a chuckle, prompting a nervous laugh from you. He was being friendly, but there was still something off about him. His voice. He spoke in such a low and silky tone, practically laced with dragon sickness. It made you feel uneasy and not necessarily in a good way.

As Thorin took a step forward, you caught movement in the corner of your eye and flinched out of instinct from being on the road. He noticed and paused, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. He only meant to give you something, he said. When you nodded, he rounded the corner until he was out of sight. Moments later, he returned with a bundle of armor in his hands though these were different from the weighty pieces you had already tried. He handed you the iron shoulder plates first, and you marveled at the simple designs cast into them. They looked as if they’d been made just for you. Judging by the warmth in Thorin’s eyes, they had been.

“These should suit you better.”

You tentatively accepted the shoulder plates, fiddling with the leather straps that would hold them in place. You tried putting your arm through one loop as if it was a sleeve, but it felt wrong, so you tried a different angle, a different loop…

As if reading your mind, Thorin took and unbuckled it. “Here.”

You gulped as he carefully took your arm and put it through the correct loop. Each movement he made was slow and drawn out, and you wondered for a minute if he was doing it on purpose just to make your heart race. It wasn’t doing anything to help the situations of your one-sided love towards him. You resolved to accept the rest of the armor politely and go find another hidden room to figure it out on your own, but as soon as the shoulder plates were secure, Thorin proceeded to strap on a chestplate. Then he continued with a sort of metal shin guard.

“There,” he said finally, checking some of the straps to ensure they were in place. “You will be much better protected.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, releasing a breath. “Thank you.”

He gazed at you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. “I will do all in my power to make sure you are safe.” Your eyes widened as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You should know I have grown rather fond of you, _________.”

You remained still, absolutely shocked at the unexpected statement. It felt as if your body wouldn’t respond. Surely, he doesn’t actually mean what he says? It must have been some strange effect of the dragon sickness, right?

You had joined the Company early in the journey in hopes of changing the ending. You and Gandalf had an understanding that you would gain the Company’s trust and use your knowledge of Middle-Earth to ensure the line of Durin survived. From the moment you appeared on the dirt path in front of the Company in your modern clothes feeling lost and uncertain, Thorin hadn’t taken much interest other than to bark orders to you or spare a disdained glance at you and Bilbo at your “softness” when it came to life on the road.

Over time, you learned to place your trust in the Company and to do your part so they’d trust you- including Thorin. He and you had started to bond, especially in Lake-Town when you’d spoken to each other outside in the snow during the celebration of the dwarves’ return to the mountain. You even managed to make him smile a few times. You realized that as Thorin had begun to trust you, you trusted him not only as a leader but as a friend, and your affection grew beyond what you’d originally thought.

Still, you wondered if perhaps it was all in your head. Thorin had seen you as young and naive early on, but that was only because of your inexperience in the world of Middle-Earth. Things had changed. Perhaps they had changed more than you thought?

Thorin’s breath disappeared from your ear as he pulled away to circle aroundyou, the armor clanking with every step. You were frozen to the spot, but your lips managed to form words.

“What about Balin? You told him that you felt nothing for me and that you were focused on the quest.”

An eerie chuckle echoed from behind. “I told Balin what he wanted to hear. I told him that so he would not question me any further on the matter, but the truth remains…” His voice sounded right behind you. “I care about you.”

He was saying what you wanted to hear all along, and yet it felt so wrong now. This wasn’t the real Thorin, right? You could not possibly accept this declaration of feelings knowing that he would snap out of it soon enough.

“W-we should go join the others…”

His arm snaked around your waist, earning a gasp from you. “I love you, ________, and I want you to say you feel the same.”

“Thorin, I can’t. You’re not yourself. The stress of the Arkenstone and the battle must be affecting you.”

“My own kin has betrayed me. One of them has taken the Arkenstone. Please, do not turn away from me as well. Say you love me. Be my queen.”

You were left breathless by his words. He had released you from his hold and circled back around to stand in front of you. Thorin leaned in, eyes flickering to your lips briefly. It was beyond tempting. All you had to do was lean in a few mere inches, and you would feel his lips on yours. It was what he wanted, and it was what you wanted…

“I have to go,” you stated, putting some distance between the two of you. Thorin’s lips pulled down in a frown as you stepped around him.

“You’re making a mistake,” he called over his shoulder. “An offer such as this will not come again.”

You hesitated at the doorway, shaking your head. “Then so be it.” And then you left. You didn’t dare look back as you hurried down the halls to get as far away from him as possible. He was crazy. Insane.

And so are you for turning him down, a small voice screamed from within your mind. You could have been his, even for a short time. You could have had his love, even if it was twisted. His kiss. His embrace… It could all have been yours if you had just said so.

But it was wrong, and you knew it, to take advantage of his situation.

“Bilbo!” You halted when you rounded a corner and almost collided with him. “Where are you off to?”

He glanced around to make sure no one was near, holding a long rope coiled up in his hand. “I can’t just stand by and do nothing. I am taking the Arkenstone to Bard to use for bargaining. It’s the only way the people of Lake-Town will get their fair share. Hopefully, we will avoid war.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll cover for you while you’re gone.”

“Thank you, ________,” he whispered gratefully. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You pulled him into a quick hug. “Be careful. I’ll see you later!” You parted ways with the hobbit once more, him heading for the front gate while you lingered in the corridor. You felt so alone, standing there. None of the dwarves could understand the situation.

It wasn’t the time to tell Bilbo what had occurred with Thorin. It would be yet another dark secret to weigh on you for now, along with the possible fate of the journey.

That night, the dwarves talked and laughed by the fire as usual. Even though they had all of Erebor to go off and choose a room from, the Company still liked to gather together to share a meal and camp out just like old times. Fortunately, Thorin never participated, spending his days and nights in the throne room. You joined the group, glad to have something take your mind off of the recent events. Bofur led the group in a few songs, Fili and Kili told jokes, Nori and Dori bickered and teased each other, Ori laughed along with Bombur, Bifur, Oin, and Gloin.

Balin and Dwalin were in a more solemn mood, but couldn’t help cracking a smile every now and then. At some point, the dwarves started sharing stories of hilarious hardship over the course of the quest.

“But don’t you remember the time in the beginning of the journey when we had to cross that river?” Bofur asked with a grin, earning a few bursts of laughter. “Quite a few of us took a plunge that day!”

“I lost a lot of supplies,” Bombur said with a nod.

“And what supplies you did have left was soaked!” Bofur laughed, slapping his knee.

“I do recall the stew being soggier than usual that night,” Gloin joked.

“Or what about the afternoon when _________ quite literally got sick of traveling?” A teasing grin spread across Kili’s face. “She jumped off of her pony to go throw up in the bushes.”

“Hey! I felt terrible that day!” you protested playfully. “Besides, it’s not like I had ever ridden a pony all day every day for weeks before.”

“The best part was that Thorin scolded her anyway for holding the Company up,” Fili chuckled.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I remember a time when you and your brother were supposed to be watching the ponies and nearly got us all eaten by trolls when we had to go find them.”

“Ooh, that’s cold,” Kili feigned offense, unable to hide the amused grin.

“You don’t miss a thing, lass,” Bofur teased.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling. No one asked about Bilbo, or wondered aloud where he was. The hobbit had been spending more time alone as of late, so it wasn’t unusual for him to not join them for dinner. He would return before dawn, you knew, but as each hour passed that evening, you became a little more anxious.

You managed to set aside your worries and let sleep overtake you. You fell into a deep sleep, and a certain dwarf king haunted your dreams that night.

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underatedcharactersunite · 5 years

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The Sargent Chronicles; Chance Encounter

Series Summary; Emily Dixon is a Mother of two. A Proud Mother to a 10-year-old son Andrew and eight-year-old Jessica. Ever since the world broke down and the unfortunate death of her fiance Jax, Emily has been struggling to keep the remainder of her family alive on her own. As her family travels down a disserted highway, a brave determined Sargent and his team are traveling the same highway trying to get the cure to Washington. What happens with Abraham and Emily cross paths and experiences the ups and downs on the new broken world? Chapter plot; Emily, Andrew, and Jessica are traveling along an abandoned highway, which isn’t abanded for very long. Pairing; Abraham Ford X Emily Dixon (OC) WordCount; 6,570 Warnings; Strong violence, strong language, mentions of blood and death A/N; This is extremely long, but hopefully, you guys enjoy it

The smoldering sun blistered down on three desperate people. Ever since the world broke down every mission was the same; run and scavenge and attempt to find somewhere they could sleep for a night or two. Then they were back on the road. Emily’s back arched in pain with every agonizing step, the weight of their supplies on her back, food, water, medical supplies. Whatever she could find, she took and put in her rucksack. Two assault rifles carried on her shoulders, two pistols on either hip and several knives slipped into her belt that she had made personally. Safety was her priority and she refused to lose any more family members especially her children.

Emily kept an eye out on Andrew, her ten-year-old son carrying a pistol aiming in the air ready to attack anyone or anything that came at them. When Andrew suggested that he carry a gun, she had been more than a little hesitant into letting him carrying anything more than a knife. In her eyes, Andrew was still a baby. Before this, all started Andrew and she had come to an agreement, his Uncles could teach him how to use a knife, a bow, and arrow, a crossbow. But he was not allowed to use a gun until he was eighteen, his Father had promised to teach him but after the world went to hell; she had no choice.

The world had changed, there was immediate danger in every which way they looked or attempted to take. If it wasn’t desperate people who needed food or whatever you had then a Walker was not too far in front of, behind or to the sides of you trying to eat you. The weapons she had given Andrew to use for their protection were special and monumental, once upon a time before the world had gone to hell, they had belonged to his Father. So Andrew knew very well that the weapons he carried on his person he had to treat with the utmost respect.

Jessica, Emily’s eight-year-old daughter head twisted and turned like an owl in the middle of the night. There was a time where Jessica loved the woods, Daryl and Merle used to take her fishing all the time. But now the woods and forests held Walkers and untold dangers. So now her Daughter stuck to her like superglue not willing to leave her Mother’s side for anything.

“Momma, can we stop for some water?” Jessica questioned, Emily looked down at her briefly.

“We can’t stop right now honey, but you can have a drink of water. Turn around and I’ll get it out for you okay.” The two of them briefly stopped as Emily rummaged through her Disney Princess rucksack. All the whilst, her eyes maintained on Andrew making sure he was safe. The moment Emily had the bag zipped back up, the two of them were back on the road.

“Mum! There’s a car!” Andrew’s alert caused Emily to begin to scan the road up ahead. There was indeed a car, nothing overly special, a basic four-door sedan but that was enough for the three of them. Everyone seemed to get a burst of adrenaline as the three gathered up sped heading towards the car.

“It looks trashed.” Emily and Jessica who were still a bit behind picked up to a light jog. The moment the two of them arrive at the car, Emily dropped her rucksack near the car. For the world they lived in it looked relatively clean and in good condition minus the rubbish inside of it. But Rubbish meant the possibility of supplies.

“At least there are no dead bodies in this one,” Andrew commented as he pulled open the door.

“That is one positive the question is why has it been left. Jessica, honey, why don’t ya check through the bags in the back of the car, Andrew pop the trunk and see what’s in there that’s salvageable. I’m going to look under the hood and see what we’re dealin’ with.” Before Emily knew little to nothing about cars and whilst she knew barely anything now she knew enough to get them started at least.

The car appeared to be in pretty decent shape, however, there was one problem. There was no fuel. The chances of finding any source of fuel were near impossible. As far as the map revealed there was no gas station within miles. They were on a flat stretch of road that didn’t provide her or the children any places to stop to rest other than vehicles and she was beyond tired in letting the kids sleep in a cramped vehicle. Kicking the tire of the car, she needed to think she couldn’t keep on like this. Slamming the hood of the car down in sheer frustration, she needed to think and think quickly of what she was going to do.

Jax would have known what to do, he always could think of a plan. But now she was stuck in a world where she and her children never seemed to get a break or an ounce of luck. They were fucked, she didn’t know where she was going to find food or a place to sleep.

“Mum look out!” Andrews' voice brought her out of her train of thought. Grabbing her knife out of her belt swinging it straight into a Walker’s head.

“Am I not allowed five fuckin’ minutes to think without one of ya dead decaying fuckers trying to eat me or my kids.” Looking up she noticed at least six more making their way towards them.

“Andy, get in the car, shut the doors, I’ll handle this.” Andrew hesitated but he knew all to well the look in his mother’s eyes. A look until the break out he has never witnessed before. Running around closing all the doors and grabbing the rucksack he got into the car with Jessica who was panicking in floods of tears.

All the while Emily stood there waiting for the Walkers to approach as they did Emily sprung into action almost as if it had become some sort of dance that she did. One by one, Emily took the Walkers down stabbing them or throwing punches at them. She had no preferable method other than to unleash anger on the ones who had caused her so much pain and agony. A bloody mess was all over the floor and herself.

The moment it came down to the last Walker that used to be a man, she smiled.

“I’m really sorry but ya picked the wrong day to cross my path.” Punching the Walker in the face she began her onslaught of punches onto the Walker before grabbing the butt of her assault rifle over and over again. The Walkers face was completely destroyed and it was certainly dead but Emily was not going to stop anytime soon.

That was until she heard a truck.

A piercing scream broke Emily’s concentration, her head jolted in the other direction to witness two Walkers attempting to break into the car. Emily efficiently went around the car stabbing both in the head. The trucks break screeched as they came to a halt, moving to the trunk of the car she braced herself. She had no idea, who was in that truck, what was going to come out of it whether it be good or bad.

“What the fuck are ya staring at? Come to enjoy the show have ya.” Abruptly the truck doors opened, two men one woman exited. The woman appeared to be fairly lean, her hair tied up in pigtails. Emily knew if she weren't to pick a fight strategically than this woman could easily give her a run for her money. The man with the dark brown hair and the shorts appeared to be absolutely terrified, an easy battle for her. Yet the ginger-haired man, tall, bulky, military haircut dressed in a grey vest top and military camouflage trousers oozed authority, confidence and was attempting to suggest dominance over her. That was not going to happen.

“You’ve got a big mouth on ya Darlin’, what else you got?” The tall ginger man was clearly attempting to make her back down and submit to him and his group but he was barking up the wrong alley with her.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Emily struggled to get her bearings with the man to see if he was one of the few good ones that had been left on this forsaken planet, she couldn’t quite tell at the moment, but she was intrigued by him deeply. The woman stepped towards the car, Emily made quick to step to her drawing her pistol and aiming it directly towards her head.

“Ya go near this car again and I’m going to blow ya brains out, do ya understand me? Because if ya don’t things are going to get really ugly for ya and fast.” The woman attempted again but Emily was not having it, drawing her knife from her belt. She prepared herself, they were not going to get at her children, no way on hell and she was more than ready to fight to the death.

“I have warned you twice, I am not gonna warn you again. You take one step towards the car and I will kill you oh so slowly and painfully. Do ya understand me?” The brown-haired man pointed towards the car, Emily observed intently. He knows. He can see Jessica and Andrew. The man whispered to the tall Ginger haired man who seemed to follow his finger.

“Rosita, back off. She’s not playing she will kill you.” The ginger-haired man ran his hand over his mustache. Emily watched as the woman who she now knew was Rosita back off. She slowly lowered her weapons feeling like they were all at a safe distance.

“Why do we have to back off? She might have things we need.”

“You wanna go against a Momma bear protecting her cubs? That’s for someone who has a death wish, which we don’t. I apologize for the hostilities, honey we don’t mean any harm to you or your cubs. My names Abraham, this here is Eugene and that’s Rosita.” Emily wasn’t happy. For all, she knew this could be some elaborate trap. Something deep in her mind was telling her that they were good people.

“Emily Dixon.” Abraham’s eyes fluctuated between Emily’s body and her face trying to gauge her reaction. He knew exactly what was going through her head, By the looks of it, Emily had been on her own on the road for a while. At one glance he knew how exhausted and drained she was. But she kept fighting for her children and the need to survive. Her clothes were covered in blood, Abraham hoped that most of it, if not all of it were Walkers and not her own.

“Eugene go grab a rag so she can clean up a little. Ya got any spare clothes?” Emily nodded signalling to the car. Suddenly the car door swung open and Jessica came running out.

“Jessie, wait Mum didn’t give the signal” Jessica ran towards Emily, who was quick to wrap her arms around her youngest.

“Don’t move!” Andrew’s gun was aimed directly at Abraham.

“Whoa, easy there son. I’m not a threat to you, your sister or your Momma okay. I was just about to ask your Momma if she would like to come with us. I’d give you my word that I and my group will not harm any of you. Does the car work?” Andrew slowly lowered his weapon and shook his head.

“There’s no gas. Might be wise to see if there are any parts in-case something goes south.” Abraham nodded, running his hand over his beard.

“That’s a good idea. Why don’t ya go and sit in the truck while your Momma goes to get changed and then we’ll scrap the car before getting a move on.”

“I’m not giving up my gun!” Andrew virtually yelled Emily shot a stern look at her son.

“No one is asking ya too. Have I ever told ya how much you remind me of your Uncle Merle when ya say stuff like that.” Andrew smiled sheepishly, slowly moving towards Abraham’s truck whilst Emily lifted the rucksack onto her shoulder. Abraham took the time to bend down to the little girl with the wavy brown hair and the electric blue eyes.

“Hey, there little lady, I’m Abraham. What do you say we go and investigate your new ride?” Jessica buried her head deeper into her Mothers stomach.

“Go on, sweet girl. I’ll be there in a second okay. I’ve just got to change okay.” Reluctantly Jessica went with Abraham looking back every now and again searching for the reassurance provided to her with a gentle smile.

Tracking back to the beat up car, Emily wondered if her luck was finally changing, yet she remained cautious, she didn’t know who these people were, they could still prove to be a threat yet there was something about Abraham that sat well with her, perhaps he was one of the good ones.

Throwing on her spare set of clothes, she began to tear a shred of her old shirt before shoving it into the rucksack. Getting out of the car, dropping the bag beside it, she walked towards the nearest tree, wrapping it around the tree, before pulling out her dagger to carve a message.

“What is she doing?” Eugene questioned as Andrew stood to the side of the truck keeping watch on his Mother.

“She’s leaving messages for Uncle Daryl and Uncle Merle.” Andrew scoffed, was it really that difficult for someone to clearly see what his Mother was doing.

“But why?” Rolling his eyes, Andrew couldn’t believe someone to be so blatantly thick.

“Because Uncle Daryl and Uncle Merle are the best trackers in the world.” Andrew thought his Uncles were the coolest people on earth. Uncle Merle had many problems and many people hated him for it. But Andrew didn’t, he knew that Uncle Merle was a good person deep down.

Upon seeing his Mum coming towards the truck, he gave in and began to get into the truck being assured they weren’t going to go off and leave their Mum stranded.

Emily stopped in-front of Abraham, making sure to look directly into his eyes.

“I’m warning ya if ya thinking about harming my kids, I will kill ya.”

“You are just going to have to learn to trust us. Your carriage awaits.” Emily waited until Andrew was safely in the truck before getting in herself wondering where this was going to take her and her children.

A couple of days in, Abraham informed Emily where they were heading and why. Eugene was a scientist that might be able to stop the end of the world. It appeared to be too good to be true, but Emily was hopeful.

Other than that Abraham, Eugene and Rosita were good people. Eugene was shy but brilliant, he was so intelligent. Emily had never met someone who was able to solve something in a scientific way before. Rosita, on the other hand, was whole different kind of badass, Rosita was bold, strong and an excellent fighter but she was a quick thinker, an ideal person to have on your side during times like this.

Yet it was Abraham who was the most difficult to read. He was angry, volatile, argumentative and arrogant. Yet every time she observed him she knew there was more than he was putting on the table.

One night, Abraham was driving, he’d asked Emily if she wanted to sit with him in the passenger side. Andrew, Eugene, Jessica, and Rosita were all asleep leaving the two of them alone. Emily sat up with her boots off resting her feet comfortably on the chair, her head resting against the back of her chair.

“You’ve been extremely impressive over the past couple of days, ya know I’ve been wonderin’ where ya learned those skills. “ Emily glanced up at Abraham pulling the necklace off of her neck and opening up the small trinket.

“There’s me thinking me you wanted to know what my favourite colour was. I got my hunting and tracking from my brother Daryl, Merle taught me how to shoot and my ability to think quickly came from my fiancé Jax. He was a military man like yourself”

“You don’t have to talk about it but where is your fiancé?” Emily looked down at the small picture that was held within in the heart.

“I have no idea. One day he went out to see if he could grab some supplies, he’d been gone a little longer than usual but I didn’t worry about it. He came back a little later covered in blood. I thought it was nothin’ perhaps he’d killed a few Walkers but when I pulled off his shirt a chunk had been taken out of his arm. I knew what it meant and so did he. Do you know what the crazy son of a bitch did? He wrapped his arm up in a bandage so the kids didn’t see and began to load up the car with food and supplies. He told the kids they were gonna go see their Uncles for a while. He made sure they had everything, Jessica’s Teddy bear, Andrews comic books. He made sure they were okay. Then he leads me to the gun cabinet and gave me every last weapon we had in the house. Every last bullet. Everything he thought we would need. I knew he was getting weaker. He got us all in the car, kissed the kids and myself and went back into the house, just like I was going to my brothers on a regular day...I know I should have killed him...But I couldn’t not him.” Emily’s hand was met with a rough calloused one as she stared down at their hands before looking up at Abraham.

“You did the right thing. You got you and your pups out of there and you’ve been keeping them alive all this time. You did what you had to do.” Abraham had never encountered a woman so dominant before, a woman so headstrong who’s also able to quickly think on her feet. He never believed that Wonder Woman existed before, but to him, Emily was getting pretty close to it. Yet he knew deep down there was more to her. Abraham wanted to know her, every inch and crevice

“Perhaps your right, but that doesn’t mean I feel any less guilty. So what about you?” Abraham sighed, he had never spoken about it. He’d been with Eugene and Rosita for months and he’d never spoken about it. Yet this woman had walked into his life and he suddenly feels like he can open up to her. What the fuck was going on?

“We’ve got similar stories, expect the world decided to fuck me up real hard. I lost my wife and my children. Now I’ve got nothing left to lose.” Emily tightened her grip on Abraham’s hand.

“Ya know you don’t have to be tough around me right? My brothers attempted to be tough sons of a bitch’s all the time. Thinkin’ if they went around pretendin’ that shit didn’t go down then I wouldn’t notice it. Yet I saw every dam thing. I saw every last dam thing. Albeit, Merle was better than Daryl was. Then again Merle had a lot of shit to hide. The alcohol. The drug taking. There wasn’t a dam pill on this earth that Merle hadn’t tired. What I mean was I can see through these tough ass personas.” Emily and Abraham laughed quietly attempting to not wake anyone up.

“Your really something, you know that Darlin’”

“I’ve been told that a few times... Does that mean we get to stay traveling with ya?” Abraham cocked his eyebrow at her, despite her threatening him a couple of days ago, he knew he couldn’t get rid of her and the pups. No way in hell.

“I haven’t got much choice now, do I?”

“No way in hell.” Abraham focused back on the road with a smug grin on his face. He was about to be in for one hell of a ride and for once in this dicked earth, he was looking forward to it.

Journeys became a part of a routine, everyone seemed to get on with each other, occasionally they would stop and search cars for supplies, all there was were forest and road and the occasional Walker. The world had turned so bleak it was almost laughable. Emily sat behind Abraham watching the world go by.

The worst thing about this entire situation was the heat, it was so dam hot. Emily was melting. Her plaid shirt rested on the back parcel shelf rather then on herself. She was looking ahead when she noticed a silhouette of something in the distance.

“Abraham, what’s that ahead?” Abraham turned his head slightly so he could catch a glimpse at her, a scar on her collar bone caught his attention. But he couldn’t ask her about it now. Following her gaze, he quickly caught what had caught her attention.

“Well Darlin’, it looks like you caught sight of a fellow human being, let’s see what she’s got to offer.” Abraham sped up before bringing the truck to a halt. The truck was in complete and utter silence, Emily grew tired of watching the scene unfold in front of her. A young woman was currently beating the living daylights out of a couple of Walkers, it appeared to be some sort of Deja vu experience except last time Emily was one on the other side of the glass.

“Is this some sort of initiation experience? You watch people struggle whilst you make a determination of whether or not they are good people” Emily popped her head around the chair so she could properly look at him.

“No Darlin’ we just leave that for the pretty ones...now let’s go and figure out what we’re dealing with right here.” Abraham pushed open the door and everyone began to pile out. Emily got out helping Andrew and Jessica out. Instinctively, Emily used herself as a human shield to block the woman away from her children. Abraham turned to glimpse at Emily who was geared up and ready to go despite still not sleeping.

“Don’t worry Momma, she’s getting an ass whooping if she gets to close.” Upon feeling his Mother tense up, Andrew moved from behind her to stand beside her. He wasn’t a little kid anymore, he would protect his Momma and his little sister with his life if he had too.

Scanning the area, Emily noticed a man lying in the ditch, perhaps that’s why the woman was being so protective.

“Go ahead and check it out, I’ve got her.” Walking towards the young woman she kept her hand on her knife, she approached with caution but knew if she had to she could fight her, not that she wanted to right now. Just as she expected to, the woman checked her out, attempting to figure her out, Emily wasn’t going to give her anything.

“Is he alive?” Emily tried to get past her but once again the woman blocked her path.

“If you try anything? I will kill you.” The woman threatened whilst Emily squared up to her, posture straight, shoulders straight, Emily stood eye to eye with the young woman.

“Looks like we agree on somethin’ Cause if ya try anythin’ I will kill ya. The ones behind me won’t even get a look in.” The woman let Emily passed as she crouched down to check out what she was dealing with. Emily attempted to check for a pulse, but since the man was wearing a helmet and full body armour. What the hell were they doing?

“Has he got any injuries that I need to know about?” The woman shook her head as she crouched down beside her. Knowing this Emily began to work efficiently removing the helmet and the body armour. Finally, she was able to check a pulse, it was there but weak.

“I need some water and a rag.” Emily was more focused on the young man rather than who was moving around her.

“Is he going to be okay? What’s wrong with him?” The young woman questioned and Emily smiled.

“He’s going to be okay, it seems like he passed out from heat exhaustion. All he needs is some rest and plenty of water when he wakes. He’ll be bright as rain....thank you.” Rosita passed her the water and the rag, being quick to smother the rag in the semi-cool water, gently running it over his face.

“My names Tara, by the way, and this is Glenn.”

“I’m Rosita and that’s Emily, Abraham should be along any second to get you settled in the truck.” Abraham came lifting Glenn into the back of the truck, Emily passed Tara the rag and the bottle of water she still had.

“Thank you,” Tara spoke softly as Emily closed the back of the truck, Emily went to get into the truck when Rosita gently grabbed her arm.

“Okay spill, were you a doctor before all of this went down?” Emily grinned, flattered that someone could think of her so highly.

“Thank you for speaking so highly of me but I wasn’t a doctor...I was a vet.” Emily casually entered the truck taking a seat.

“What are you two fine ladies gossiping about?” Abraham asks whilst he turns on the ignition of the truck.

“Emily used to be a vet, that’s how she knew how to help Glenn.” Abraham turned his head slightly grateful that she was sitting in the middle this time.

“Dam Darlin’ your just full of surprises aren’t ya...so are you qualified to work on humans or is that just a myth.” Leaning forward, Emily paid attention to them more.

“You have no idea when I’m gonna surprise ya. I can work on humans but a Doctor can’t work on animals. I have some of my medical supplies in one of the bags but not nearly as much as I’d like to. “ Abraham smirked whilst Emily kept her composure calm.

“What kind of animals did you use to work on?” Rosita asked, Emily almost laughed, a question completely trivial, momentarily Emily had forgotten how much she missed that.

“Mainly Horses, Deer, Raccoons and Coyotes, Dogs, cats etc. I’ve worked on the occasional Alligator and Porcupine.” Abraham looked into the mirror with a shit eating grin on his face. This woman was driving him absolutely nuts and boy he was loving every second of it. She was like a jigsaw puzzle and slowly she was coming together. Best part, he knew now if he ever needed any medical attention, he had an excuse to get close to her.

The morning sun rose above the trees. Abraham continued to drive whilst the others slept, he turned his head to get a glance at Emily who was sleeping her head resting against the glass panel. There was no way on earth that position was comfortable but at least she was finally asleep. She hadn’t slept the entire time she’d been with them. When they get to Washington, he was going to make sure that she had an actually had a bed, perhaps she might let him join her somewhere down the line.

“She trusts us,” Rosita’s eyes fluttered open stretching out her aching limbs.

“She does...it’s about time.”

The two drove in silence for a while letting the other four sleep. He needed to let her have the rest while she could have it. Yet, of course, the earth was dicked.

“Stop! Let us off! Stop the truck.” At first, Abraham ignored them, hoping that they wouldn’t wake any of them up. A slam against the glass, lurched Emily’s head forward a scream escaping her lips.

“Emily!” Abraham slammed down on the breaks, Rosita turns to look at Emily to see her hand covered in blood.

“Momma!” The world spun as Emily attempted to get her surroundings, she had no idea what had happened, she’d been asleep and then an agonizing pain.

“Abraham she’s bleeding,” Rosita yelled, pulling open the door, he got out pushing the seat forwards.

“Eugene stay with pups! Come on Darlin’ come here.” Emily stood on her feet, attempting to take a couple of steps but she stumbled forward, falling directly into Abraham’s arms.

“I’ve got ya. Come on.” Picking her up bridal style, he carried her around the back of the truck where Tara and Glenn were picking up their things.

“I’m just going to place you on the truck right here...I’m just going to get something to clean you up okay.” Emily slumped against the truck.

“Emily, what happened?” Tara’s face appeared in front of Emily yet she was unable to fully focus on her.

“One of you fuckers thought was a good idea to hit the back window with the butt of a gun in the process hitting her head. Now she’s bleedin’” Abraham began rummaging through the bags trying to find the medical supplies she was talking about.

“Tara, we need to get moving?” Glenn instructed but Tara looked back at Emily the woman who saved Glenn’s life.

“Wait, Emily saved your life. The least we can do is help her.” Glenn looked back at the young woman who was just about awake.

“We’re behind, he looks like he’s got it covered.” Glenn and Tara began to walk away, Abraham had just found Emily’s medical stuff, picking up a mixture of bandages and tablets, he didn’t know what any of this would do so he grabbed it all. When he turned around he noticed the two gone.

“Son of a bitch.” Abraham dropped down returning back to Emily who was in and out of consciousness.

“Darlin’, I don’t know much about head injuries but I do know ya need to stay awake. Let me see those beautiful blues of yours.” Emily opened her eyes just enough.

“They’re getting away,” Emily muttered and he was dam neared floored. Here she was in pain, with a head injury still worrying about everyone else.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna pick you up and move you around to the front of the truck so we can get Tara and her friend to stay with us and whilst I’m doing that I’m gonna fix you up....I’ve got ya Darlin’, I’m gonna take care of ya.” Abraham lifted the young woman up, holding her tightly with one arm whilst grabbing everything he thought he needed.

“Andrew, I need ya help.” He was hoping that he might understand what some of the medications might mean. Tara and her male companion hadn’t made it that far. Andrew and Jessica were out of the truck and standing by Abraham in a second.

“Do you know what any of these medications mean? Jessie, honey I need ya to keep your Momma talking whilst, I go and deal with these two.” Andrew nodded and the two began to get to their missions, Abraham jogged up to catch Tara.

“Where the hell are you going? Where the hell’s he going? I don’t know what your lady friends been telling you about the special nature of the mission we’re on, but this shit is time sensitive and we’re already way behind schedule. So I’m going to need ya to turn your ass around and get back in the truck...Not to mention you’ve hurt one of our own.” Abraham turned to take a glance at Emily to see she was struggling to get up, her hand holding onto her head.

“I need to go.” The man replied but Abraham wasn’t paying full attention to him.

“Yeah well I need to go and take care of her but she’s more worried about you two. You know what, it seems like neither of you has been paying attention to the hell on earth we’ve been living in. So let me tell ya how to best avoid winding up just another dead alive prick. You find some strong like-minded comrades and you stay stuck together like wet on water. We need people the more the better. We need each other, partner. Even with all the gear on your shoulder, you won’t last a night, not by yourself. “

“I’ll take my chances.” Abraham laid a hand on his chest. He did not want to start a fight, not right now. He wanted to get back to Emily as quickly as possible.

“Imma have to insist.” The tension was high, luckily for him, Rosita had come up behind them. Abraham felt a hand on his fist, momentarily looking down. He didn’t want a fight at this current moment, he needed to get back to Emily.

“Believe it or not. The fate of the entire dam human race might just depend on it” The man shoved his hand away, Abraham could feel his temper rising.

“The hell are you talking about. Who is this guy?”

“I’m Sargent Abraham Ford and these are my companions, Rosita Espinosa, Eugene Porter, Emily Dixon, and her two pups, Jessica and Andrew.”

“I’m not a pup!...aren’t you meant to be helping my Momma?” Andrew yelled.

“Alright, then a young dog, I’m coming.” Abraham began to walk towards Emily, the boy was right, crossing the distance, when he got to her, he crouched down.

“We’re on a mission to get Eugene to DC. Eugene’s a scientist and he knows exactly how to fix this mess.” Abraham smiled when he realized that she was still awake and holding onto his arm.

“Alright, so what happened?” The man asked, whilst Abraham looked through Emily’s brown locks, her curls fighting his view. The cut looked nasty but he knew he could fix it up enough.

“It’s classified.” Eugene perked up, Andrew handed Abraham an antibacterial wipe, slowly he began to work.

“Fuck,” Emily muttered as Abraham began to touch the deeper cut. Abraham realized he couldn’t just put a plaster on it, but he needed to keep it clean.

“Just apply the gauze on her head and then use the bandage to keep it in place,” Andrew instructed. Following the instructions, Abraham found it pretty easy.

“He’s been talking to Muckidy Mucks on his satellite phone. The past couple of weeks no one's been picking up on the other end. We saw how you handed those corpses back there, we could use your help.” Abraham took the bottle of pills from Andrew, passing Emily those and some water to take them with.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna get you to stand up now. we’re just gonna have to keep an eye on you for a while.” With Emily up at least, he was now fully able to work on his other problem.

“Sorry.” The man walked away, Emily tries to work out what on earth she’d been missing, looking to Rosita to see if she knew what was going on. Glenn and Tara began to walk away. Abraham followed them tired of all the bullshit.

The way Abraham walked told Emily everything she needed too, he was growing tired and he was pissed off. Leaning off of the truck, Emily began walking in the same direction, Andrew and Jessica took her flank. Emily’s unsure of what’s going on much of the conversation she can’t make out until she hears;

“That’s where she’d go to find me,” Glenn said to Tara as Emily attempted to put the pieces together.

“It’s a waste of time, Tara told us what went down. There’s zero chance you would ever find your wife alive or dead. Mainly because sorry to tell you she’s gone...no need for you to die too. Everything goes silent, Emily felt Abraham’s words harsh and unfair, trying to get him to come with them is one thing but to use his wife is another.

“No need for you to die too, now come on get back in the truck.”

“She’s alive and I know it.” Out of no-where Walkers began to drag their dead bodies towards the group, Jessica’s scream brought the group to realize just how urgent the situation was. Instinct took over, everyone seemed to know exactly what to do. Despite feeling weak, Emily managed to take down a Walker on her own.

It was all going so well until everyone heard a number of gunshots. Looking in the direction where all of the gunshots had come from.

“What the fuck?” Emily questioned as she walked to the truck, looking down at all of the bullet holes along the side. Emily crouched down in front, holding her head. The liquid seemed to be pouring out of the gas tank, Abraham crouched down beside Emily resting a hand on the truck behind her.

“Don’t suppose you can fix bullet holes, can ya darlin’?”

“No, unfortunately not. Know anything Sargent?” Abraham smirked, he liked the way that sounded coming off of her lips.

“I can have a look, if you feel ill anytime Darlin’, you stand back up.” Rolling her eyes Emily knew he was putting her best interests at heart. Getting under the truck, Abraham began to examine the truck.

“You tell me how in the holy hell, could you possibly kill this truck.” Emily sniggered at his use of holy then it dawned at her what it meant. Life back on the road, the running, the scavenging for food and supplies.

“Looks like we’re walking now.” Abraham made a statement to everyone, looked around.

“Emily’s got a head wound, and probably a concussion should she really be on her feet?” Rosita questioned, Abraham looked at Emily who was still crouched down. He knew she shouldn’t be on her feet but they had no choice and little Jessica was practically shaking in fear.

“We need to get moving, we all need to keep an eye out for her.”

“I’ve not gone deaf you know.” Abraham laughed as he slowly helped her up, she held her head tightly as she began to move around the back of the truck slowly loading herself up, the kids followed suit knowing exactly what to do. Emily knew how scared Jessica was so she attempted to bend down but Abraham was already there, it was almost as if he was a mind reader.

“Little Lady, remember when we first met and I vowed to you, your brother and specifically your Momma that I’d protect you and you were safe with us. Now, just because we’ve got to leave this truck behind does not mean that offer is leaving or any of us is going to leave ya...tell ya what I’ll even hold ya hand if you want to. Your one of us now and we protect our own....besides I’m going to need someone to help me keep an eye out for your Momma.” Emily smiled at him, it was the first time he’d seen her smile genuinely.

Emily felt eyes staring at her intensely, her eyes turned to look to see Glenn staring at her.

“You're the woman in the photo, your her....you’re the sister...Daryl’s sister.

#abraham ford imagines #abraham ford imagine #abraham ford one shot #abraham ford oneshot #twd imagines #twd imagine #twd one shot #twd oneshot #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead oneshot #the walking dead one shot #the walking dead imagine #the Sargent Chronicles

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stories-from-my-mind-to-yours · 5 years

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This is a Public Service Announcement.

TL;DR: Quick thank you to the reader, please give feedback, part of my most recent story further down. /end TL;DR

This is aimed at all of my 64 followers, to whom I truly am deeply grateful. Should anyone else find this, I am more than happy to share these lines with you as well.

The motivation to keep writing is largely thanks to you, yes, You, the one reading these words. As I write them, it feels as tho we are connected, on a level that cannot be easily explained. Now, less sentimentality, and let’s get this PSA underway.

I’ve been working on the latest addition to my page, and the aim for it is to be a lot longer than my previous stories. Some time in the future I would like for it to be released as a book, but that may be aiming for the stars with a broken slingshot. But nonetheless, I have set a goal, and I intend to pursue that goal like a stubborn child clinging to his favorite toy. I will be releasing excerpts, but given the depth of the storyline, as well as considering the time it takes a fully fledged author (which I am not) to write a decent book, there may be large gaps of time where I won’t be posting anything at all. But it is my sincerest hope to bring forth a story that you will enjoy, in fact the enjoyment of reading the story when it is finished is my only motivation. The possibility of my writing bringing some form of financial reward to the table would absolutely be a tremendous bonus, but it’s not something that I’m counting on in the foreseeable future.

But enough about that now. I promised you an excerpt, and I shall deliver. Feedback is greatly appreciated, good or bad, if you have an opinion, I want to hear it. The stronger the opinion, the more I want to hear it. Hell, I’ll even give you my phone number, if you want to call me and tell me how much my story sucks. Or how much you like it, your choice. Either way, that’s the end of my PSA. I hope you enjoy.

A Tale Of Time. Chapter I.

Far away from home.

The bright white sky above him was breathtaking, almost unbelievable. The two Suns was a magnificent sight all on itself, but the two large planets, visible even in the daytime sky, made it all feel unreal. The furthest planet reminded him of the pictures he'd seen of distant planets as a child, but this one had rings. The rings were turned on its head, going north to south, and covered much of the planets appearance, although it was painfully obvious he should’ve crashed on that planet instead. That planet had both oceans and vegetation, and an atmosphere. He could even faintly see the white clouds as they went on their way. The other large planet was on the opposite side of the planet he stood on, much closer to the binary star, and had paid a terrible price for it. The surface looked like a charred steak, cooked for far to long, and too close to the fire. It reminded him of burned flesh, covered in ash. If it weren't for the sun visor built into his helmet he wouldn't even have been able to turn his gaze anywhere near the source of light, it was simply too close and too bright for Terran eyes. Even with the visor down, the light hurt his eyes, but it was surely a sight to see. The two stars rotated so close to each other, it was almost hard to make out where one ended, and the other one started. He could see that the smaller one had started drawing mass from the bigger one, a sure sign that a supernova was due to happen soon. Well, soon considering an astronomical scale. It could be tomorrow, it could be in a million years. He had to look away, or risk permanently damaging his eyes. He blinked a few times, the sun spots on his eyes would take some time to disappear. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, most likely because there just wasn't enough moisture in the atmosphere to form even a single tiny cloud. And what little wind there was, only brought more heat, and sand. If it wasn’t for the slight situation he found himself in, he would’ve been amazed by the view and the scenery. The scorching sand below wasn’t much better than the bright light. Every step with his bulky boots was a struggle, the weight on his back and shoulders made the desperate fight for his life far worse. But at least he hadn’t chosen the black suit, and the suit did keep most of the heat from the sunlight off of him. “Cherish the little things in life sweetie, soon they’ll be gone, and then you’ll have nothing.” That’s what S'am used to say to him when he got cranky. If she had been here she would’ve had a few harsh words to say to him, that’s for sure. He could see her face in his mind, that short red hair, and the way her big blue eyes twinkled when she tilted her head to the side and smiled. And that cute little wrinkle she got between her eyebrows, she'd do that sometimes, mostly when he had done something stupidly dangerous. What he wouldn't give to see that face just one more time before... He shook his head violently, trying to shake his thoughts in order. No, that train of thought was not leaving the station. He tried to think of something else, but there wasn’t much else to occupy his mind. Sand. Sand dunes. A few small rocks sticking out of the dirt. More sand dunes. It didn't matter where he looked, it all looked pretty much the same. But he knew he couldn't just sit down and wait for the inevitable.

"You gotta keep moving, Jackass." He said to himself as he started walking. The concept of time quickly became completely pointless in this burning hell. There was nothing but sand and small patches of rough, dry dirt as far as the eyes could see. He couldn’t for the life of him remember the name of the binary star this god forsaken planet orbited around, but he remembered that both the inner planets were tidal locked. That meant that, if he was unlucky, which he apparently had a habit of being, he may have to cross a quarter of the planets circumference before finding some form of shelter. And to make matters worse, he felt the heat had already taken a heavy toll on his mind. He could hardly remember his own name. “One more step, Bru'ce. Just one more step.” That was the only thing he focused on, the next step forward. He couldn’t even begin to guess how far he’d walked, or for how long. But his survival instincts and his training took over, and ushered him forward. He knew damn well that the chances of him finding shelter was low, so he had made sure that he at least wasn’t wandering in circles. As he reached the crest of a small sand dune he stopped and turned around. The tangled mess that had once been his parachute, and the only reason he was still alive, dragged behind him. He looked to see if the lines it made in the sand behind him were somewhat straight. To his surprise, they were. Well, sort of. Not the straightest lines he’d seen or made, but absolutely good enough. With the sun on his back he kept walking. He was certain the two suns had been higher when he started, so he must be getting somewhere. But he hadn’t a single clue as to what he was aiming for. But there had to be something, somewhere. If he could find the escape pod, if there was anything left of it, then maybe he could send a distress signal. The relay wasn’t that far, it should be able to pick up the signal. Hopefully. No, definitely. It was going to work, he was getting off this lifeless rock alive. He just had to work hard for it. He adjusted the solar panels behind his helmet, trying to deflect as much light as possible. It had started getting hot as soon as he had woken up. He had flashbacks of the chaos on the ship, something catastrophic had happened, but he couldn't say exactly what. The onboard computer had been beeping furiously, just about every alarm possible had gone off at the same time. No cabin pressure, engines failed. Even the damn near indestructible antigravity reactor had gone offline. Then, darkness, and falling. He had woken up again in the escape pod as it tumbled down towards the surface. The emergency parachutes had deployed too soon, and burned up in the scorching hot atmosphere. If he hadn't bailed out in time and deployed the suits built in parachutes he would've been as dead as... Well, as dead as this planet. His thought were interrupted by the water reclaimer beeping discreetly in his ear. He glanced at the cracked display on his left arm. Water level at 35%. It had been 20% just a little while ago, but the thought of drinking his own recycled body fluids felt less appealing than ever. At least his batteries were fully charged. He knew he wouldn’t suffocate, unless the carbon filters clogged up due to all the sand. The rest of the display wasn’t much use, the atmospheric data was unreadable, and he wasn’t going to remove the only shade he had either way. The chances of this planet having an oxygen-based atmosphere, in sufficient quantities, were probably not the best. He laughed to himself. "Not the best? That's the understatement of the century right there." He kept his eye on the horizon and kept walking. “Come on, Bru'ce. One more step. I’m coming home, S'am. Just one more.” He started walking down the sand dune, desperate to find something.

#A Tale Of Time #scifi #story time #space exploration #humans are space orcs #space australia #earth is a death world

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awolspaceman · 5 years

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how my dysphoria manifests i guess

just gonna warn u right here: this is gonna get in depth talking about dysphoria. if that triggers you, keep scrolling and have a lovely damn day! (also, i anticipate that this is going to get l o n g)

so i’ve seen a ton of shit coming from tucutes about how us “nasty horrible transmeds believe you need to despise yourself to be trans!!!!!!! they’re so harmful to the trans community!!!!!!!” so i just wanna dispel some of those myths. please keep in mind that i’m one person and my experience is totally not universal. i have trans friends who do hate themselves due to dysphoria, and i have friends who aren’t super dysphoric but still experience gender dysphoria. it’s a varied experience. here’s mine.

i don’t hate my body. if we add up all the things i like/love about my body and then subtract everything i don’t like, we still end up with a positive. i got blessed by the genetics from my parents that i have a relatively masculine face, as well as a pretty pronounced adams apple by female standards. i have really nice eyes in my opinion, and i have some of the thickest eyebrows that i know of. so yeah, i got a masculine face.

i am very unlucky with the rest of my body. from the neck down, here’s some of the things i like about myself: my collarbones, my shoulders, my hands, my arms, my calves, and my feet. those are all pretty masculine if you ask me. i’m 5′7 and wear US men’s size 9 shoes, and i’m a broad dude (my dad is disappointed in me for one reason and it’s that i don’t competitively swim). unfortunately, i’ve got a big chest. i don’t just have a big chest by trans guy standards, i have a big chest by female standards (if you wanted to put me in a size i’d be a 36 DD, which means i have a bulky ribcage and an even bulkier chest). i’m never perfectly flat while binding, and trust me, i’ve tried on a lot of binders. i live in sweatshirts. i’m also pretty damn curvy, with a smaller waist and thick thighs (mostly muscle, but it still makes me fairly hourglass). apart from my shoulders (which are probably the reason i don’t have that “perfect” hourglass figure thing), i have a super feminine build. that’s just how it be. we’re not even gonna talk about bottom dysphoria because i think you get how my entire body is contradicting itself.

so how does my dysphoria manifest, i hear you asking. my dysphoria is this weird thing that never really goes away. however, it’s not complete and total self hatred. let’s use the shower i took tonight as an example. when i look at myself naked, my body doesn’t register my feminine “bits” as mine. seriously. my brain cannot comprehend that my chest is a part of me. it cannot comprehend my lack of penis, so its circuits overload and i just feel... nothing about it. that feeling of nothingness is then replaced with a similar feeling to touching raw meat. just kind of “huh, that’s weird and kind of gross. i’d like this to be over as quick as possible, please and thank you.” i’m currently sitting in bed, and my chest is pressing into my stomach slightly. i’m not constantly focusing on it (yes, it’s physically uncomfortable, but it’s not making my dysphoria make me want to die), but in the back of my mind, the “ew raw meat” feeling is constantly running. not a fun time. my brain would like to be rid of that feeling as soon as possible. problem is, i’m kinda stuck with it. no matter how much i bind and how much pointless youtube i watch, it’s always there and isn’t going to go away until after i’ve had surgery.

you know those cursed images that make you go “yeeeeeeeeesh, that’s n a s t y oh god it gets nastier the more i look”? yeah, that “ewwwwwwwww” feeling is the feeling i get. it just feels wrong, and i sure would like it to feel right. do i feel this way all the time? pretty much, unless i’m super distracted, which i try and do all the time. does my dysphoria get to debilitating self-hate sometimes? yeah. lemme explain, with a few choice excerpts from my life.

this was june, 2018. not that long ago. i needed some sports bras so i could work out, go on long road trips, etc, without binding dangerously or for too long. let’s just say, buying high support sports bras for people with large chests is.... difficult. so, since my mum is a Saint and understands how my dysphoria works, we measured me and bought stuff online. when the stuff came in, there was a return deadline, so i needed to make sure it fit. this is where my dysphoria becomes near debilitating. i ended up sobbing in my room and writing in a small journal i had about how horrible i felt, and this is the gist of what i remember: i want a knife to cut off my chest. i dont care how painful it will be, i just need it GONE.

i’m on a medication called norethindrone. it stops ovulation and therefore, i don’t get my period (its a fucking blessing. i gained a little weight with it but it’s not too bad, no heavy mood swings, and so if ur a trans dude who wants to stop your periods, check in with your primary doctor about it! they can prescribe it to you, you don’t need to be in gender therapy or anything). however, my natural hormones overloaded it once, about a year ago almost to the day. i got my period for the first time in four months (i had only been on the medication for about that long), and it was hell. i was having more cramps than i had ever had, and my dysphoria was just skyrocketing. i’d had the privilege of not menstruating for a while, and so i’d gotten used to it, and wasn’t prepared for the mental toll of my medication failing. it was horrible.

tomorrow, i’m going into the city with my parents to meet with some people to talk about freezing my eggs. it’s the one thing i need to figure out before i start HRT, so hopefully we figure it all out rather quickly (testosterone is on the horizon babey!!!!! we’re talkin like hopefully under a year until i can start it but idk). however, the thought of even talking about my uterus makes me feel sick. my brain refuses to acknowledge that i have it, so forcing it to acknowledge a part of me i try hard to ignore is 1. exhausting and 2. really distressing. talking about it with my parents made me dysphoric, and when this special flavor of my dysphoria rears its ugly head, i swear i can feel my internal organs shifting with discomfort. so, yeah, my dysphoria gets pretty nasty.

so let’s just review. personally, my dysphoria manifests as this weird thing my brain cant quite comprehend but definitely does not enjoy, and sometimes it spikes to those self-hating, “everything about me sucks and i want to die” levels, but those are normally induced by me getting deadnamed or misgendered or i’m forced to think about aspects of my body that i work hard to ignore. this is my experience and i’m allowed to share it. not everyone’s is like mine, but i think maybe, just maybe, one person who sides with tucute ideology will read this and maybe, just maybe, they’ll change their mind about the “horrible self-hating transmed ideology” that other tucutes talk about and demonize.

have a nice night y’all. get some sleep and eat breakfast tomorrow.

#trans #transmed #truscum #dysphoria #gender dysphoria #tw: dysphoria #trans discourse #lgbt #lgbt discourse

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On the Run (DBH Simon/Human!Reader)

Hello!

This is my very first time actually posting some of my works for this fandom and I have to say that it’s a huge weight lifted off my shoulders as I was finally able to clear a space in my head for my imagination to run wild. This piece is one of my one ideas and I hope you enjoy (It’s pretty bad since it’s been a while since I actually written a full imagine and followed through with it, so bear with me)

Word count: 2907

The lightning flashes within seconds of the last, illuminating the night sky almost permanently in flashes of brilliant purples. Thunder erupted throughout the night sky as birds flew to the outskirts of the city, in the opposite direction of the storm. The fliers posted to numerous street lights whipped around in the harsh autumn winds, some coming loose just to dance with the winds all the way down the street. The city of Detroit was coming alive before your very eyes.

Your nimble hands quickly crumpled the scattered newspaper clippers you found throughout the abandoned home and tossed them into the small fire that you had just got going only seconds ago. Your weary (E/C) eyes lit up with sharp hues of yellows and oranges as you watched the flaw grow more intense with every piece of paper you added with the slight wind of your breath. A satisfying smile came across your lips as you you watched the fire hold a steady flame for longer than you anticipated.

“The fire’s going strong,” you said softly, being afraid that you would jinx yourself and make your night worse than it already was, “hopefully it’ll stay like that for the rest of the night, all we got to do is keep feeding it and make sure it doesn’t go out.”

“Oh, okay…”

Your soft gaze landed on Simon’s drenched figure, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. His cerulean eyes were caught up in looking at his hands with an intensity that could be felt in the room. His hair was wet, darkening the normal shade of blonde that he always sported and his traditional uniform was torn and tattered, stained with his own blood as well as human blood. He looked like a mess and it pained you to see him that way.

“Simon…” You whispered his name softly, being careful in your efforts to not put him under any more stress for the remainder of the night. You slowly approached him, your hands reaching out ever so slightly to prove your efforts to soothe him; your observant eyes had caught sight of his wounds that he had received earlier on in the night and they appeared to be getting worse. “Your wounds… can I patch them up?”

Your words seemed to snap him out of his daze and caused him to look up at you; you watched his LED turn to a sharp yellow as his blue eyes scanned over your face and body, it turned red briefly before turning bad to it’s usual bright blue ring. He looked down at his own body and then back at yours, but didn’t mutter a single word. You rose your brows to see if he would still say anything.

“I’ll be fine for the moment, it’s you that I’m worried about, your side is still bleeding through your shirt and we should probably treat the cuts on your face and hands before they get infected.” He stated bluntly as he pointed to your side with a lazy finger. He stood up from the stairs, but didn’t move an inch until you spoke a word; he towered over you, but you knew there was nothing intimidating about him.

“Simon, trust me, i’m fine. You are the one that needs the most urgent care out of the both of us, if you go, then what is my purpose of going to Jericho?” You folded your arms across your chest as you slightly nodded your head towards him, proving him wrong, “Jericho is a sanctuary for deviant androids and i’m not an android, you are. My only purpose on this journey is to make sure you get to Jericho, at all costs.”

He let of a defeated sigh and looked you in your eyes once more before muttering a quick “fine” while he sluggishly made his way to the single wooden chair by the fireplace. You quickly went to retrieve your bulky backpack and dragged it over to where he was seated. You pulled up an old milk crate and sat in front of Simon, facing him as you pulled the equipment out that was required to fix Simon and bring him back to one-hundred percent functionality.

“I’m gonna need you to either hold up your shirt or take it off completely so I can assess the damage,” your gaze didn’t meet his once as you told him; a slight blush crossed your cheeks and was enhanced by the firelight. “You’re going to have to change anyways since your uniform as blood stains, both blue and red, on it and it’s definitely a dead give away.”

Simon sighed and pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground beside him. The firelight enhanced his muscular figure, making your blush deepen. You looked away for a brief moment as if you were searching the bag for a missing piece of the kit, but once you regained your bearings you faced him with a neutral face and immediately began to work in silence.

“He really got you good, didn’t he?” Your tone was soft and your question lingered in the air as you placed metamorphing mess over his exposed wounds, watching it seal everything and fade into the color of his skin tone. You wiped up the remaining splatters of his blue blood on his skin while he just hummed in response to your question.

“He got you worse… I know he did…”

You paused for a brief moment, your whole body froze as your mind was traveling back to a couple hours ago were a simple argument resulted in a accidental, and hopefully, assault. Simon called your name softly, pulling you back to the present and took your hand off his chest and cupped it in his own, giving it a firm squeeze as if he knew that you were thinking about the chilling event.

“You’re done. I got some clothes for you to wear,” you were pulling out numerous clothes from your backpack showing them to him with a quick urgency; he knew that something was wrong as you were acting more antsy now than you were when you initially took off into the night. “They may, or may not fit, but we’ll figure something out, right?”

“I’ll just slip on my uniform for the time being, I still got to patch you up, don’t I?” He quickly got his shirt back on and stood up from the chair and moved it aside. He offered you his hand and you gladly took it and stood up from your milk crate and followed him to the edge of the room. He ordered you to wait a second while he ran up the stairs and searched for some type of cloth that you could lay on for the time being. When he came back down, he had a pair of dusty and tattered window curtains and a few intact feather pillows that looked relatively clean.

“Lay here while I get the kit out. It should be fairly quick, if I rely on my old programing of a caretaker, my nimble hands should have you patched up in no time.” He told you while he set the kit down on the floor beside him; he was about to start working, but he stopped as he looked at your shirt. “I’ll, uh, need you to remove your shirt in order for me to work proficiently.”

Without a word you shrugged off your soaked hoodie and placed it at the foot of the fireplace along with your shirt to get dry while you laid down on your side, facing the fireplace. Simon began working right away; the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, goosebumps formed along that side of your body. You laid your hands over your chest to at least keep your modesty that was barely contained with your bra. While he worked on your side, your mind began to wander to many things, but at the center of all of your thoughts was Simon.

You had knew him for two years as your family’s primary caretaker of your mother. His model was the whole crazy in the moment and after getting the heartbreaking news of your mother’s possible terminal illness, your father wanted the best for her, so he chose him. He was good at what he was programed to do, but your mother’s condition continued to worsen and nine six months ago she had passed, leaving behind you, a lost android without orders, and a very denial husband.

You had always seen Simon as a human being; you treated him as such and it drove your father crazy. He grew to hate Simon right after your mother’s passing and was contemplating on whether to send him back to Cyberlife with the claims of deviancy, the main emotion being selfishness and anger for not taking better care of your mother or abusing him to pull you a part. He chose the latter and it continued on until you finally grew the strength to stand up against him and protect Simon.

You would be lying if your own emotions didn’t play a role in how the night’s events carried out. You’ve developing a romantic feeling towards Simon and his kind nature; it was his programing, but he had his moments of own pure thought and emotions. You stepped in between your father and Simon and took a fair beating from your father in the common room in your home. The fight carried out to the top of the stairs and you were thrown down them, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

In a blind fit of rage and fear, you stormed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to defend yourself and Simon, but you took it too far and all of your bottled emotions tipped over and spilled out like a fountain. You repeatedly stabbed him and only stopped when Simon pulled you off of his unconscious body. With the adrenaline coursing through your warm viens, you quickly packed what you could and made a brief phone call to the police about your father before taking off with Simon into the night.

“You’re all done now. Nothing major was injured, so you’ll be okay, just try to take it easy until the morning.” He notified you while he cleaned up the mess of bloody gaze by tossing them into the fire. He waited for you to get up from the floor so he could work on your face, but you didn’t move. It was now you that was lost deep in your thoughts.

“(Y/N)? You alright?”

You slowly turned to look behind you at Simon as he knelt behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked at him for a few moments longer before slowly sitting up and muttered a soft yes and facing him. Your hazy gaze held his as he began to dabb the blood off of your face. He remained silent as he worked on your face; you watched his LED keep a constant yellow as he worked on your face.

“I--I killed him.”

Simon stopped working and let his ocean blue eyes meet with your shimmering (E/C) ones. Tears were welling up on the brim of your eyelids, your eyes getting glossy as you you repeated the sentence over in your mind and out loud into the tense room.

“I--I killed my own father and I didn’t mean to.” You stared deep into Simon’s eyes as you let a tear slip over the brim and roll down your flushed cheeks. “It’s my fault that you’re in this mess and I’m so--so sorry.”

Simon didn’t know what to say to you; he knew that you finally found a crack in the dam in your mind and all of your thoughts were spilling from your mind at once. He decided that he would remain silent and let you vent for the first time since you both had left the house.

“Tell me Simon, why do androids want to feel? It’s such a painful thing to experience.”

Simon didn’t know how to fully answer your simple question. He had his reasons, but he wasn’t sure that the rest of his kind shared his reasons. Humans had always suppressed them from any type of humanistic action other than their programing, but the one thing they will always have is curiosity and there was plenty among the androids who were constantly being forbidden to feel.

“We, we want to feel like you humans, because…” he paused for a moment, being at a loss for words, “because we want to just know the experience of what it is to be human. We were created to look like you, to function like you, but we don’t get to feel like you and we feel like we are missing a part of us that would make us whole.”

Your sniffles and the crackling of the fire was the only thing heard in the room while you wiped away your silent tears. You chuckled at his response, sending him mixed signals as his LED turned yellow.

“I hate to be selfish Simon, but if there was a way to get you back to your programing, I would do it,” You spoke in a hushed whisper, as if your own thoughts were going to betray you at any moment, “Humans are fragile beings and being able to feel everything is a blessing and a curse; no one should live like this… being able to feel all the pain in the world…”

“There’s love…”

You froze as you looked at Simon with tear-stained cheeks. You continued to wipe your tears as you listened to Simon carry on with his reasoning.

“Sure, there is plenty of pain and suffering in the world for everyone, but there’s also love and compassion that overrules those things. I have witnessed it with my own eyes and I have experienced it by myself.”

He took hold of your hands and gripped them tight in his own and moved in closer. His soft breaths fanned over your face and warmed your heart to hear him talk of kindness in a world gone mad.

“Your mother was constantly in pain, but she always saw the bright side of things and always spoke fondly of you even when you stormed off after her tiny lectures, even your father, she was always patient with his emotional side. She is the reason why I am the person I am today. You helped me experience love for the first time after you had treated me with such respect that I thought was impossible for a human to have for an android and you set me free earlier this evening when you protected me from your father.”Simon stopped for a brief moment, looking deep into your (E/C) eyes as he was finishing up his moving talk.

“I broke down the barriers of my programing to protect you from letting anger consume you as I knew that you would regret it later. I don’t want to see you hurt in any type of way and I want to keep you from harm’s way… I guess this is what love is supposed to feel like.”

Without an indication of what he would do next, Simon leaned in smoothly and gently pressed his lips against yours. You were a bit taken off guard by his sudden actions, but you melted into his touch as he caressed your cheek as you just sat there in the chair, too stunned to move. His hands held your face as if you were fragile and his kiss was tender and soft as if you were everything that he solely desired in life. In the last couple of moments of the kiss, you kissed him back, letting your hands wander to cradle the back of his head and grab a fist full of his uniform to pull him closer to your shivering form. Your whole body was relaxed and you knew that something was going to change your life from that night on.

You both were speechless after your first intimate kiss and the tension in the room was replaced with awkward silence. You brushed the loose strands of your (H/C) locks back behind your ears as you reached for your backpack to fish out another pair of clothes to wear; you set Simon’s aside as you figured that he would get dressed soon as well.

The downpour of rain continued it’s assault on the house from the outside and above as you and Simon created a makeshift bed by the materials you had found upstairs. You both were now content with one another and knew that you two would become something someday, you would just have to get past the hurdles of society in order to become one.

“(Y/N), do you think that we’ll make it to Jericho?”

A heavy sigh came from your lips, “I hope so, it isn’t far, but anything can happen on the way there.” You paused for a moment as you laid beside in in front of the fire, letting him drape his arm across your torso, “but for now, let us just enjoy this somewhat peaceful night together.”

You both had fallen asleep with soft smiles on your faces and unaware of the trouble that soon followed you.

#detroit: become human #detroit become human #dbh imagine #dbh simon #dbh #dbh simon imagine #dbh simon x reader #simon #simon dbh

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pennyfynotes · 7 years

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8.13.17 // 2:30pm //guide to school organization

this one was requested by @boglarkat-studyblr, @catharticstudying and @nevermindigotnothin, so i hope you find this useful! i've definitely tried a bunch of different organization methods over my years of schooling, so i know a fair bit about it. this post will include my current organizational system and also some other ones i've tried/thought of and their pros and cons. hopefully there's something in here for everyone! xoxo, m

ps. you do not have to be impeccably organized to be successful. studyblr kind of perpetuates this "i need to have everything planned perfectly and color coded and filed away in this super neat system". not everybody works that way and not everybody needs that in order to achieve their goals. find what works for you.

my organizational system:

1. notebooks: there are some classes i've taken in college (namely orgo 1+2) where it is super important to go to lecture and take good notes. i used a dedicated notebook for said notes for both these classes.

>>> here is where i reveal that, by a lot of standards, i'm a pretty shitty student. what i mean is, i skipped/didn't pay attention in a fair amount of my classes. i didn't really take notes in my bio or linear algebra or intro engineering classes because my professors posted powerpoints or notes or recorded lectures (or the material was very self explanatory). for these classes, i made study guides to review the material. i'd either use blank paper or whatever fun notebook i had lying around (i used a paperchase notebook for linear). if you'd like to learn more about why i chose to do things this way/my philosophy behind skipping class and prioritizing, shoot me a message or an ask!

2. legal pads. i did most of my math homework on these. i like them because they don't have binding on the side, they're easier to tear pages out of than spirals (my hw was graded) and i have way too many in my house. i also used these for random notes in classes i didn't have a dedicated notebooks for. also great for scratch work (they're a little slimmer and lighter than regular notebooks)

3. binders: so i don't really use these that much. second semester i used a 1-inch binders that didn't leave my room much. it held all of my rewritten notes/study guides for orgo (and some for multi from 1st semester).

>>> the only notes i actually "rewrite" are my orgo ones. i use my spiral notebook paper (because it is better quality than my legal pad and loose paper) and then stick the sheets in the binder. this makes it really easy to flip through and review. i might make a masterpost on how i do this (or did this, my methods for other classes are different) later in the semester, but lmk if you're interested in seeing that!

4. folders. these are what come around with me in place of binders. i usually have 1 catch all folder that holds everything. sometimes i pretend i'm more organized than that and carry another one supposedly dedicated to a subject. the one folder that's actually dedicated would be the folder i used for orgo lab, which i carried lab reports/protocols in. i also had this folder that lived in my room. it held my graded essays/papers from my two writing based class (1st semester spanish + 2nd semester writing).

5. magazine holder. (i think that's what they're called? those things that sit on your desk and hold papers?) i kept my looseleaf paper in one of these and i also filed away old exams and some study materials in here. i had exams from engineering, both math classes, orgo 1+2 as well as some engineering study guides. and some orgo practice problems? i think. this just made it easy to go back and review come midterm. holding on to these things also comes in handy if you have a friend taking the class once you've finished it and they need help.

6. bullet journal. pretty sure you guys all know what this is. my bujo was pretty simple. i had a monthly, expense tracker, and an art challenge each month. for weeklies i had a section for my assignments for the week and the next week. i also wrote down my schedule and some textbook info. pretty simple.

i think that's it for my "system"? idk not really much of a system but there you go. here are some other quick ideas (some of which i used to use).

note-taking/notebook systems (where you write things down)

1. 1 subject notebook system: have a dedicated notebook for each class.

>>> pros: everything is separate and has it's own place. you can change things out so you're not carrying everything at once

>>> cons: some classes don't need an entire notebook dedicated to them (you're just carrying dead weight). you have to make sure you have the right notebook for your class (don't grab the wrong one. i've done it. it sucks)

2. multisubject notebook system: use one 5-subject notebook for everything (this should be enough subjects for college, you'll have to adapt in hs) or 2 3-subject notebooks.

>>> pros: everything is in one place. don't have to worry if you have the right notebook. fewer number of pages/subject in case you don't need much paper

>>> cons: super heavy. if you only have one class that day, you'll still have to carry 5 classes worth of stuff. the amount of pages/subject is smaller, so if you need to take a lot of notes, you'll probably run out.

3. looseleaf paper: you write the notes on a loose sheet of paper. the end.

> where do i put it? in a binder/folder (potentially in the prongs)/expanding file

>>> pros: no binding to get in the way. you use as much paper as you need. you can rearrange the order of your notes.

>>> cons: easier to loose if you don't put away immediately. you have to carry a giant stack of paper around (which may fall out of your bag and scatter everywhere)

4. legal pad. you write on a legal pad. (maybe one per class?)

>>> pros: not as loose as looseleaf. no binding. easy tear out (compared to spiral) should you choose to organize the pages in a binder/folder.

>>> cons: can't really write on the back unless you rip the page out. hard to flip through pages if you keep them on the pad.

filing systems (where do things go)

1. one binder. put everything in one binder with dividers for each subject. you could put the notes in here or use a notebook.

>>> pros: all in one place. more secure than folder

>>> cons: heavy af. bulky af. needs hole punching. (can you tell i'm personally not a fan?)

2. multiple binders. use a 1-inch binder per class (or something like that). notes can go in or stay out.

>>> pros: way lighter/slimmer. more secure than folder.

>>> cons: gotta pick the right binder for your class. hole punching.

3. folder/multiple folders/multipocket folder/expanding file. same principles as the last two, just a folder/pocket instead of a binder. using one folder has the pros/cons of one binder, mutiple folders has the pros/cons of multiple binders. additionally:

>>> pros: slimmer than binder. no hole punching.

>>> cons: not as secure. stuff can fall out. can't flip through your materials.

surprise, surprise. i just wrote an essay. again. i hope that this was helpful in some way and, as always, don't hesitate to ask if you want to know more! xoxo, m

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lovelykiheon · 7 years

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Monsta X Beautiful Tour Hi-Touch & Photo Op Experience 170721

This story is LONG overdue, I know. BUT, this was one of the best experiences of my life and i’m still suffering from post concert depression 2 months later. Warning: This might come out to be very detailed, but it’s only because I want you all to know how I felt (feel). I’m also going to be brutally honest about some things that i’ve noticed/experienced.

The final stage had ended. I was in awe as I watched the six out of seven men, (Hyungwon was injured) who completely consume my life, waving as they exited off the stage. There was a rumble of conversations throughout the audience as the curtains shut. Boys and girls of all ages, including myself, in the P1 and P2 sections began to pull out their mirrors, compacts and brushes to fix themselves up before receiving further instruction. I fanned myself to rid myself of any sweat droplets on my skin and in my hair. My sister assisted our new friend, that we made in line outside prior to the concert, as she got ready. It was then that over my right shoulder a man began to belt out instructions for us to make a single-filed line and to follow him. This was it. This was the moment that my heart began to race because I was about meet, and even touch, the idols that I admire so much. Before continuing the line stopped before anyone went through the doors the security guard stood in front of. I assumed that the boys were still getting prepared.

The line began to move once again. I was anxious because aside from meeting them, I wanted to record the hi-touch as well, but I was nervous if security would catch me doing so. I got closer and closer to the door. As soon as I entered the room, there they were. I had to act fast, so I took my chances. I pressed record on my phone and placed it in my front right pants pocket; facing the members.

My first impression of all the members was that they are all normally sized! I know that when we see pictures of them they either look a bit chubby, way too skinny, very tall/short, some facial features being too big/small, but that was not the case. I’m 5′5″ or 167cm tall and all of them were taller than me! (yes, even kihyun!) I will get more into specifics on each individual.

The first one to greet me was Kihyun. He wasn’t as skinny as he looked in pictures at the time. I’m happy that he’s gaining weight back though. Now, I initially planned on telling Kihyun how beautiful and angelic his voice is, and im sure he hears it all the time, but once I got face to face with the man.. I blanked. He gave me the largest and sweetest smile as he leaned across the table to get closer. I randomly belted out “I love you, Kihyun!” He responded with a chuckle and “I love you too!”

I moved onto Wonho. He was also averagely sized, but he was definitely bulky. Somewhat similar to his photos. I understand that they just performed for two hours, so that is probably why he seemed very mellow. I said hello to him and he just gave me a smile in return.

Next was Shownu. Now this man is what I call A MAN. He was quite tall, and exactly what you would expect him to look like in person. I remember his arms to be nice, thick, and long (not strangely long but ya kno a good length). I was so stunned that I also just said “Hi shownu!” He gave me a small smile with a quick bow of his head. I couldn’t help but notice how much power he puts into his high-fives. He caused my lightstick, which was dangling on my right arm (the one i used to touch them), to sway back and forth.

My interaction with Changkyun went by fairly quick. He wasn’t that much taller than me (similar to Kihyun). Now, I know that he always mentions how large his nose is, but personally I didn’t think it was as big as it seemed. It was a good sized nose. I think its just that since his eyes and lips are a bit small, it makes his nose to appear larger. He was so sweet though and told me “thank you so much for coming!” to which I responded “No, thank you!”

After him was Jooheon.

Now let me give you a little back story. in case you didn’t know, LEE JOOHEON IS MY ULT BIAS. I am very soft for Jooheon. I can tear up just by looking at a new photo of him. BUT Jooheon speaking english is also my kink.

Days before the concert, I decided last minute to create a sign for Jooheon to show him love and support during the concert. The sign I ended up creating was a honey pot with his name on it. At the time I didn’t think it was that big but once I got into the venue, which was pretty small, I realized that i’m definitely going to get noticed. Especially with how close to the stage I was (about 3rd-4th row in the pit). I apologize to those behind me because I was being that annoying fan with a sign slightly larger than a human head. Here’s what it kind of looked like.

I got noticed quite a lot by him. Ugh i’m flustered just thinking about it.

ANYWAYS CONTINUING THE HI TOUCH.

Jooheon was gorgeous. His height compared to me was perfect and he was actually skinnier than they make him seem, but a healthy skinny.

As soon as I left Changkyun, Jooheon immediately says “I love it!” referring to my sign. Being the emotionally confused person I was (bc soft for him, but english kink at the same time) I quickly nodded and said “thank you! I love you!” I was completely in shock that after those words left my mouth I practically blacked out and I just noticed him point at me with the cutest dimpled smile.

Last but not least, Minhyuk. I noticed that he was also very tall. He is a total visual/model etc. He looked so amazing. Unfortunately, he seemed the most exhausted. It really hurt me to seem him like this since he’s the most energetic and chipper. This was something I kind of noticed as he was on stage as well. He took my hand and he really looked into my eyes and said “thank you for coming.” I thanked him back of course.

That was the end of it.

Although the entire hi-touch experience was literally only 17 seconds long, I noticed a lot, being a detail oriented person.

After leaving the room we were directed upstairs to get back in line for the photo op. Now, remember I recorded this hi-touch, so after I met them I listened back to the video (you can barely see their faces bc bad angle) I listened to every response from every member, but one stood out in particular. I played over a part where I saw Jooheon’s hand point at me. The point where I went blank. It was then that I realized that after I told Jooheon I loved him, He told me “I love you too yeah!” At this point I was on the verge of crying in line, but I knew I had to keep it together for the picture I was going to take. The one picture i’ll probably ever have with Monsta X for the rest of my life.

Moments passed by as we all discussed what we just experienced. Suddenly, one of the employees of powerhouse made his way down the line as he counted each person. Once he arrived to us he said that me, my sister, and our friend are numbers 1, 2, and 3. Meaning we were going to be standing right next to the members in the photo op. We freaked, subtly, since we didn’t want to rub it in to the people in front of us who were going to be no where near the members.

Unfortunately, somewhere during the numbering process, the man either miscounted, or people jumped out of line.The security just before we went to enter to take the photo counted us as 17, 18, and 19. I was livid. I guess that’s what we get for getting our hopes up. I tried to convince the guard that there has to be a mistake because I was told that we’re supposed to be in the next group. Being the stubborn bitch I was, I refused to enter with that number. Another security guard rudely threatened to take us outside if we weren’t going to join that group. I sucked it up and went to take the photo anyway. As I descended down the stairs toward the room so many thoughts ran through my mind. I wasn’t going to risk my chance to take the photo I payed for because I was feeling some type of way.

There were, are, and will be other people in the same position. I thought Hopefully in the future you will get another chance. Suck it up.

the whole situation ruined my mood. I’m sure I looked like a rude bitch once I entered the area. I didn’t want the guys to see me like that so I refreshed my face. I honestly couldn’t even look at them because I knew they would be making heart signs and talking with the other Monbebe.

They told our row to get on our knees so they could see those in the back. The first photo I didn’t even smile with teeth. All I could do was imagine what was happening behind me. What Jooheon was doing.

I noticed a lot of staff in front of us. There was the photographer and also a woman with one of those cameras that Monsta X typically use to vlog for MXCH.

“alright everyone smile 1, 2, 3!” said the photographer

*CLICK* the camera and flash shuttered over one another.

I might as well have a nice picture. I thought. I forced the cheesiest smile onto my face.

The camera flashed again. Photographing yet again the moment I felt the most broken.

I still feel so bitter about it to this day. You guys might think i’m being a bit dramatic (maybe i am lol), but It honestly hurts to even write it. But it’s what happened. (and it’s not only about me, my sister and friend felt very similar emotions, along with many others i’m sure)

Once that was over, we stood up. The staff ran over to block Monbebe from getting any closer and bombarding the members.

It was at this time that I remembered my letter.

The night before I had written a letter specifically for Jooheon which basically expressed all of my admiration and love for him.

I tore open my purse to grab the letter. I went over to Jooheon, sliding past each person that was leaving. So much commotion was going on that I could barely hear myself think.

The staff separating me from Jooheon tried very hard to block me from handing over my letter. Luckily Jooheon noticed and moved his head the opposite way of the staff’s. “Jooheon!” I called out as I stuck out the letter for him to grab. He slipped his arm passed and took it. With yet another cute dimpled smile he said “Thank you!” My starstruck ass said “Bye! I love you!” and headed out before security tried to drag me out.

After exiting the venue I found my sister and friend outside. We discussed once again what we just went through. Overall the security sucked, but the interactions that I received were perfect.

My sister told me that she was going to leave the photo op area, but noticed no one was following her. She turned back and saw that I was so close to Jooheon. Honestly I didn’t even realize how close I was until I thought back to it.

I still do.

I wish that Hyungwon could have made it to the concert, but his health is more important. I’m glad that he’s having fun on the tour, and that they can all continue and finish up without any injuries.

Despite the negative aspects, this was honestly the best fucking day of my life.

I’m very grateful to have experienced this entire concert and I hope to meet them once again.

Bonus: After going through Hi-Touch I would say that they all have really soft hands, but the two hands that I remember the most are Kihyun’s and Minhyuk’s. Their hands are the softest hands ever!

A/N: I will link my twitter thread here for those of you who wish to watch a few of my videos (including the hi touch)! This thread is more about the actual concert and my experience/interactions.

i’m sorry that this post is kind of a mess, but if you have any questions for me, feel free to ask!!

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prongsno · 7 years

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This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.

read on ao3, part II

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

He’s furiously trying to scan a litre bottle of full fat whole milk and he makes it seem like it’s the hardest and most gruelling task one can take. His back is tense and he’s tapping his left foot against the tiles. She doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there already, but from the way he’s acting she can tell it’s been longer than he intended.

The store is silent apart from his incessant mumbling (she hears a lot of ‘bugger’s and ‘bloody’s amidst the groans of frustration and the sassy voice of the checkout machine). After his fifth try she’s ready to intervene right then and there. There's a particular art to scanning; you have to be slow, patient. In short, the complete opposite of what that guy is trying to do.

The machine lets out a beep, successfully scanning the milk. Finally. She lets out a sigh of relief along with the guy.

“Unexpected item in bagging area,”

“I just scanned that you absolute -”

“Remove item before continuing.”

He grasps hold of the milk in a fit of anger and plonks it back down without delay. That seems to do it.

The last thing he picks up is a package of pasta from the deli counter, presumably his dinner Lily thinks with pity.

He’s either one of the unluckiest people she has ever met or he just simply cannot cope when it comes to the self-checkout service. Once again she finds herself fascinated and in complete awe by this strange boy and his seemingly never-ending supply of energy, because the next thing she knows his pasta has dropped out of his hands and it’s gone everywhere on the floor.

There’s an aggravated groan of frustration, followed by his large hands going up to his head.

It looks like he’s about to strangle himself for a second, his hands shoot up to his face and he pulls at his hair for a second before they fall limply at his sides. He stares at the splatter of pasta and lets out a deep breath of aggravation.

It’s now all too much for Lily. Instantly she covers her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the laughter that’s threatening to bubble up her throat. Although this is one of the most hilarious things she’s witnessed, she thinks it’d be rude to laugh at his misfortune like that.

The poor sod.

He looks so lost and utterly helpless and she debates with herself about whether it would it be weird to go forward and help him?

She’s so tempted because watching him is almost unbearable. It’s late, the store is nearly empty, and no one deserves to get covered in pasta at ten o’clock in the evening. But then again, since it’s late she’s not really up for any social interaction; all she wants to do is buy her food, go home, go on Netflix and procrastinate all her uni work.

She doesn’t even say anything as she moves forward; she just kneels down next to him and joins in scooping up the pasta with her hands next to him.

And it’s then that she finally gets to see his face. A breath catches in her throat as their eyes meet. Hazel upon bright green, it’s as if life stops for a second (no matter how cliché she thinks it sounds).

His cheeks are red and flustered now that he knows he’s had an audience for god knows how long of him making a fool of himself. If anything the blush makes him look even more attractive and for a second she looks completely gormless because she can’t stop staring at that gorgeous face.

He looks shocked, like a deer caught in the headlights, but his eyes turn back to the floor in a flash. His cheeks are tinged pink as he continues to pick up the pasta with shaky fingers.

“Thanks for that,” He says once they’ve finished. He throws her a sheepish kind of grin that she can’t help but blush to in response. She would have hardly called it helping, but gives him instant brownie points for being polite.

She intends to whisper back a quick ‘no problem’, but her throat closes up, dry, and she ends up croaking out the words instead. Her hopes of being cool and suave are out of the window. She’s wearing old leggings and worn out trainers for goodness sake.

The boy says nothing. Instead he just stares at the mess of tomato sauce on the floor for a second before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of superman pocket tissues.

Lily doesn’t know what to think.

This guy just pulled out a packet of superman tissues like they were his magic wand. He doesn’t even seem embarrassed by the fact he had them in his pockets, he just kneels to the floor again and starts wiping like a mad-man.

This is such a bizarre and unusual experience for her, and yet part of her feels like it’s completely normal. Watching this guy make a fool out himself and then clean up his mess with superman tissues.

His tongue lolls out the side of his mouth in concentration as he wipes and he doesn’t stop until it’s as clean as he can get it. He ends up using the whole packet before he gives the floor a satisfying nod.

She doesn’t realise he’s talking to her until he taps her shoulder with a new packet of tissues. Her shoulders flinch, Henry Cavill’s face is pressed against her and she doesn’t know how she feels about that.

“Sorry, what?” Heart hammering against her chest, she tries to breathe as slowly and as calmly as possible.

For some reason this guy is making her feel like she’s got butterflies fluttering around the pit of her stomach and she doesn’t know what to make of that. Or about anything for the time being.

He grins, and repeats his question. “Do you want a tissue?”

The answer is pretty obvious; her hands are covered in the red sauce but she finds it commendable that he felt the need to ask her. She accepts one, refusing to let her shaky hands get the better of her. Deep breaths.

“Sorry about your pasta, are you going to get another?”

They’re still crouched next to each other on the floor, their heads almost touching. The boy clears his throat and moves to get up, stretching all the while. His knees click as he stands and Lily scrambles up to follow his lead.

“Nah,” He shakes his head. “I think it’s best if I do nothing, before I end up doing something else stupid.” She’s relieved to hear humour in his voice..

He says nothing as he places a tenner into the machine and waits for his change.

Honestly, she doesn’t know why she’s still standing there next to him. She feels drawn to him, like a magnetic pull is between them.The space between them is tingling so much that the hair on the back of her neck stands up on edge.

She can’t help but just stare and stare and stare at him. Her tongue clicks against her lips, watching his long fingers fiddle as he places his wallet back into his pocket.

She should say something...

Something witty so this meeting can be something like in the books or movies. A meet-cute.

He’ll realise that she’s gorgeous and amazing and that life is complete now that he’s found her. He can whisper sweet nothings in her ear as they walk out of the store never looking back-

Her daydream is interrupted by the checkout machine. It gives out a loud and dangerous whirring noise before countless amounts of coins sputter out and the two of them stare at the machine in horror.

In true self-check-out fashion The Handsome Boy gets the majority of his change in 20ps but at this rate it looks like he doesn’t even care anymore, he glares at the machine and it's like the two of them are having some sort of stand off. When the machine is finally finished he grabs all of his change in one swift movement, hurriedly catching a 2p coin that manages to escape from his grasp before it decides to roll away under the counter, never to be seen again.

He’s not even bothered; he pours the coins into his pocket which is now so stuffy and bulky that she’s tempted to offer to carry some. But that would be weird… and she realises she’s been staring at his crotch area for longer than she had intended. She snaps her head forward and meets The Handsome Boy’s eyes.

He’s smirking at her and she tries her hardest not to blush. Her heart shivers, pounding against her chest as she watches him pick up his bag of shopping. The handles stretch against the weight and Lily holds her breath- waiting for it to snap and for his shopping to crash all over the floor.

Luckily, it doesn’t.

“Well,” The Handsome Boy lets out a deep breath, as if he had been expecting the same thing to happen, and gives her a firm nod. “You really helped me out there, so thanks. Hopefully my night is changing for good now.”

When he smiles his eyes shine like constellations and his face seems to brighten up the dimly lit store.

Sweaty hands. Dry mouth. She must look like an idiot as he waits to see if she’ll say something.

“Cool, see ya.” She finally manages to choke out, all the while wanting to slap her face onto the counter. What kind of a response is that?

The Handsome Boy’s smile falters a little, hands tightening against his bag. His face is free from any emotion and Lily instantly regrets the words that slipped out of her lips in panic.

Then he’s turning around and she can’t help but breathe in a gasp, shocked at how much it hurts when it feels like there’s no air left in her tight, collapsible lungs.

Why can’t she say something? Her body is shaking, her fingers itching to just reach out and pull at his sleeve and bring him back to her.

She doesn’t even know his name. And she realises with a shock that he doesn’t know hers, either. She’ll forever be just that girl at the grocery store that helped to pick up his dirty pasta… she’ll fade away into his memory until one day he won’t even remember the moment that they shared together at all.

And then, just like that, he’s gone. The last bit of his body is hidden behind the aisles and shelves of the store and Lily has never hated herself more.

Someone coughs behind her. There’s a grumpy looking woman waiting rather impatiently with a basket full of food behind her and suddenly Lily remembers where she is and what she was doing here in the first place.

She scans her items with ease and no problems (honestly, how the heck did He make it look so difficult?!), trying not to think about the distinct smell of tomato pasta coming out of the bin nearby. Then she’s following in his footsteps, it’s as if he’s still next to her.

She can hear the thunderous downpour before she’s even left the building and quickly thanks God that she remembered to bring her umbrella with her (you can never trust the weather forecast these days).

It’s chucking it down outside, the rain hitting the pavement so heavily that puddles are already forming and the cars that are whooshing past spray the sidewalks even more. It’s as if the skies are tormenting her, the pathetic fallacy making her feel even more pathetic than she already feels. With a scowl her brolly goes up and she releases a deep breath before stepping out into the rain.

The sound is so harsh, like bricks falling from a great height and flattening anything in its path. She lets out a surprised shock as her feet tread into a puddle and her socks and shoes become an instant soggy wet mass against her feet.

She stops.

Either her mind is playing a dirty, rotten trick on her or... the guy that had just suddenly turned her world around on its axis is standing underneath the store roof, frowning up towards the sky with his arms folded against his chest.

Dirty and soggy feet are not going to stop her getting her second chance and before she has time to think against it hurries towards him, a smile growing wider and wider on her lips. The giddy feeling in her gut is back and it’s like she’s walking on clouds to get to him.

As if he sensed her presence (or just heard her, but she prefers the former) he glances up in her direction and there it is again: his bright smile that just dazzles her beyond words.

“This has been one of the worst days ever!” He shouts over the intense downpour, his voice sounding so angelic and harmonic that it gives her goosebumps.

She can’t hear him properly against the harsh sound the rain makes against her umbrella, so she has to move forward towards him, not that she’s complaining.

“Huh?” Once again her words fail her, she’s never had a problem with eloquence before. Her throat just instantly dries up and she can’t help it.

She dives under the small ledge that’s covering him, their shoulders inches apart. He has a rain droplet running down his cheek and Lily gathers all of her inner strength to refrain herself from wiping it away with her fingers.

“I’m going to wait until the rain stops,” The Handsome Boy says, glaring at the sky again. Judging from the large dark grey clouds that cover the sky like a blanket it’s something that won’t happen any time soon.

“Because I just realised I forgot my umbrella and there’s no way I’m going to go out in that.” He shakes his head, another droplet falls on his face but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s got this beautiful smile etched onto his lips, his eyes glowing as he mutters out, “Knowing me I’d probably fall on my arse into a puddle.”

Lily swears, it’s at this moment that she is one hundred percent certain that he has just stolen her heart.

The poor guy is drenched and yet it looks like he just walked out of a magazine shoot, clad in perfection but like he’s had a sexy dance in a waterfall or something. And when he lets out a little shiver and wraps his hands tighter against his chest she has already made up her mind.

“You can come under my umbrella,” She says as smoothly as she can, trying her very hardest not to copy Rihanna and go ‘ella, ella, ella’.

“You’re a lifesaver, you know that right?” He flashes her a grin and she feels light and giddy on her feet. His feet shuffle, avoiding the puddle and he ducks under her arm so he’s under her umbrella.

She catches a whiff of fresh lemons and lavender before she has to hold her breath.

Did he look like this before? Tousled black and wavy hair with hazel eyes as bright as a thousand star constellations… and a smile so soft she feels like he could break at any second.

He’s so much taller than her; he stares down as she stares up and he has to bend his legs slightly so he’s covered by the rain.

“Would you mind if I…”

His voice trails off and he puts out his hand, asking silently if he can be the umbrella holder.

She hands it to him in an instant, words failing her anyways so there’s no point in even trying to speak, and gulps as their hands brush. His fingers are cold like ice but they feel… right? Soft and delicate, like she could hold them forever and never get bored of entwining hers against his.

“I’m James, by the way.”

James.

Finally. Finally.

She knows his name. It echoes inside her head and she can’t help but smile; the name fits him perfectly. Although ‘Handsome Boy’ does have a nice ring to it.

“I’m Lily,”

She insists that she walks him home and is relieved when they find out they live in the same student residence halls. It’s about a ten minute walk back.

What would have been a walk of silence and full of dull boredom becomes a walk full of laughter and joy.

James swears he’s not usually as clumsy as he was today, but does recall an incident where he twisted his left ankle after going down some stairs, thinking there was an extra step.

“My friend, Sirius, thought it was blinking hilarious. He wouldn’t let me live it down for the whole week… until he was swinging a computer chair in the library and it toppled over and he fell arse first on the floor.” James laughs, shaking his head at the memory.

The ten minutes have gone in a flash and they’re both standing by the entrance of the student village. James directs her to his halls, building E, floor 4, and she makes a little mental note of it (she’ll have to make a friend in the building and hopefully find him again and call it fate).

“You have definitely been like a knight in shining armour tonight, Lily.” Her name on his lips causes her heart to swell and she smiles.

Her chest still feels tight, her voice giddy and shaky still. How does he have this kind of effect on her?

“The pleasure was all mine,” She says, hopefully not too eagerly. “I had fun.”

“Me too,” He puts a hand in his pocket and pulls out his key, handing her back the umbrella. “Maybe we’ll see more of each other.”

Ten minutes isn’t enough.

She wants their talks to be endless. Hours and hours of talks; the kind of conversations where your words trail off, yawns fill the empty spaces and silences and you fall asleep next to each other and wake up and smile because you can talk again.

Lily grips onto the umbrella tight, blinking hard. There are hundreds of students in these halls, almost a thousand.

Suddenly the words don’t seem to bring that much hope to her at all.

“Yeah, maybe.” She says regardless, wanting it more than ever.

It can’t end like this.

They’ve just had the most bizarre encounter; one that she can see telling her kids and grandkids ‘and that’s how Grandpa James and I met’. And yet here he is now, walking away from her.

James gives her a little wave and then he turns the key into the lock and the doors open.

He looks back and smiles and waves again and she feels like a hopeless idiot, standing there and watching him like a stalker as he goes inside the doors.

Maybe he’ll turn back, maybe he’ll be feeling the same way and not want it to end either.

But he doesn’t look back.

He climbs up the stairs and then he’s gone.

Lily stands there, dumbfounded.

The rain has stopped but still she stands there, watching the door of the E building with her umbrella up, no doubt looking like a wally. The handle is still warm from his touch and she can’t help but sigh.

God Lily, she thinks with a grumble. She finally turns her back to the door, takes a deep breath and walks down the small hill to her own building, P.

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.

#jily #jily fanfiction #hiddenpolkadots #alrightevans #jily fic #txt #part 2 coming soon #when i have the strength to

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LG V60 ThinQ with Dual ScreenReview: It Might Not Be Mr. Right, but It Could Be Mr. Right Now

The first device to offer an optional LG Dual Screen case was the LG V50 ThinQ, which was soon followed by the LG G8X ThinQ. While I liked what LG was trying to do by adding the optional second display to both of those earlier models, it wasn’t until the LG V60 ThinQ with Dual Screen — mixed with the crazy times that we are living in — that it all finally made sense.

Let’s be clear, even on the more pocketable LG V50 ThinQ and G8X ThinQ smartphones, the addition of the Dual Screen case made for a device that was at all times a bit bulky and heavier than normal. The LG V60 ThinQ on its own starts as a super-sized device; at first glance, it would seem that putting a Dual Screen case on such a large phone would result in a veritable brick. Well, it is but it isn’t, and right now the size is just fine with me.

The LG V60 ThinQ

Maybe it’s because — other than weekly grocery and post office runs — I’ve been isolating in my home since March 9th, but pocketability and portability just haven’t seemed particularly important these days. Much more desirable? A large, bright screen and a fast processor — both of which are present in the LG V60 ThinQ.

Included in the box are the V60 ThinQ smartphone, a microfiber cloth, a USB Type-C to Type-C charging cable, a wall charger, a SIM tool, a quick start guide, and a product safety and warranty information booklet.

On its own, the LG V60 ThinQ measures approximately 6.7″ tall by 3.1″ wide by 0.35″ thick, and it weighs 7.6 ounces; it other words, it’s a beast. The display features a 6.8” OLED FHD+ with Cinematic FullVision, 2460×1080 resolution, and a 20.5:9 aspect ratio. The phone’s body is composed of Gorilla Glass 6 on the back with a Gorilla Glass 5 display on the front; a gold-colored aluminum frame wraps around all of the sides. The phone feels solid in hand; while its edges from the top appear steeply vertical, the glass on the back is curved so that you won’t have sharp edges digging into your palm when you’re holding it.

Although the V60 ThinQ is on the larger side, it manages to not feel too unwieldy. The display has a very thin ~1.2″ long speaker embedded in its center top. Directly under that, there is a punch-hole camera; otherwise, it’s just a big slab of glass. The front display has slightly beveled, 2.5D glass. I’ve mentioned before that I prefer a flatter screen like the one on the V60 ThinQ versus one of the curvier 3D glass displays. On the left side of the phone, there is a microphone, the volume buttons, and a dedicated Google Assistant button that seems largely superfluous since you can’t reassign it and you can access the assistance by swiping up from either bottom corner or saying “hey, Google …”.

On the bottom of the V60 ThinQ, there is a 3.5mm headphone jack, a USB Type-C port, a microphone, and a speaker. The headphone jack seems like a bit of a throw-back at this point, but LG has really stayed vigilant with its support for those who prefer wireless headphones. LG continues to support its Hi-Fi Quad-DAC features that can only work with wired headphones, and the digital-to-audio converter (DAC) produces a rich and immersive music audio experience. I’m pretty sure that the V60 ThinQ is the only current flagship still offering a headphones jack, so if you care for wired headphones over wireless, this is the phone for you. Since I’ve been sheltering in place for the last two months, I have been able to rediscover the joy of using some of my nicer wired headphones with this phone; so in its own little way, the V60 ThinQ has managed to spark joy in a trying time.

On the right side of the phone, there is a power button. Okay, I have a quibble … if I were designing my perfect phone, I would have the power button on the right side with the volume buttons directly above or below. I realize that this is a personal preference, but it really makes sense when the Dual Screen case is on the phone, as we’ll discuss later.

At the top of the phone, there is a microphone and a combination of SIM and microSD memory card tray.

In most markets, you can get the V60 ThinQ in either Classy Blue or Classy White. The blue combined with the gold trim is surprisingly pretty, and it’s too bad almost everyone will either keep theirs hidden in the Dual Screen case. Even though the v60 is MIL-STD 810G tested, with so much glass exposed it would be prudent to also keep a slim case on hand for times when you’re not using the Dual Screen case. You can see the full specs for the LG V60 ThinQ here.

On the back, you’ll find the rear camera array lined in a single row, similar in appearance to the Samsung Galaxy S10. Most phones seem to be moving to a square or rectangle camera array shape; I don’t have a real preference, but some might see a row array as dated. The rear cameras include a 64-megapixel main camera, a 13-megapixel wide-angle camera, and a time-of-flight sensor for depth and 3D photo features. As you can see, the back is a huge slab of glass; the V60 is prone to showing fingerprints and random smears. If it’s covered in a case, you won’t even notice, but you’ll be glad for that included microfiber cloth when you are carrying it naked.

The Display

Take a look at these photos and tell me if you see any obvious deal-breakers? Some might not like the black bezels around the V60 ThinQ’s screen; the bezels measure approximately 3mm on the sides, 4mm on the top, and 7mm at the bottom. The 10-megapixel front-facing camera is just a hole-punch design, so there are obviously not multiple cameras or sensors present. It’s also worth mentioning that unlike many other phones, the LG does not offer face unlock security; your options are swipe to unlock, using a pattern, using a numeric PIN, entering a password, and in-display fingerprint scanning (which works very well). One last thing that might be a deal-breaker is the V60 ThinQ screen’s refresh rate. If you’re used to using a phone with a 90Hz or 120Hz screen (like a newer OnePlus, Pixel, or Samsung flagship), you might notice that the scrolling isn’t quite as smooth. If you haven’t been regularly using a device with a higher refresh rate, or if you are able to appreciate that a lower refresh rate means the battery will last even longer, the 60Hz display will not bother you at all. Otherwise, the display excellent at showing deep blacks and vivid colors; it can also be made almost blindingly bright

Battery Life, Speed, and Operating System

The V60 ThinQ has a very generous 5,000mAh which can get me through a day and a half of steady use before a charge is absolutely necessary — but that’s only when the phone is being used without the Dual Screen case. Using the Dual Screen case knocks off at least a third of the expected battery life. When it’s time to top it off, the V60 supports Qualcomm Quick Charge 4.0 through the USB Type-C port as well as the convenience of Qi wireless charging. The V60 ThinQ is loaded with the top-of-the-line Qualcomm Snapdragon 865 Octa-core chip (the same one that’s in the Samsung S20 series), and the phone has a respectable 8GB RAM with 128GB user memory and microSD memory card expansion possible. The LG V60 ThinQ runs Android 10, which is the latest version of Android available … right now. I’m a little bit concerned because, in the past, LG hasn’t been great about regularly pushing security or feature updates. However, the latest update on the V60 ThinQ is April 29th which is on par with the Pixel 4 XL’s May 5th update and OnePlus’s May 6th update. To be fair, Samsung hasn’t updated the Galaxy S20 series since March 27th (on my AT&T version, anyway). Hopefully, LG is going to continue to do better with updates.

The Camera

The camera is usually the point where a phone that I’m reviewing will either set itself apart from others or it will slide into a mediocre pack. The ideal camera on any phone, at least for me, is one that can take consistently good photos without a lot of fiddling around and without taking too long. While I haven’t been able to use the LG while traveling, as I usually try to do for reviews, I have used the V60 ThinQ all around our home and yard during this quarantine, taking photos of daily life as it happens. These photos were resized to 2500 pixels and renamed, but otherwise, they haven’t been retouched. Some have an @geardiary watermark on them because the V60 ThinQ has a camera setting that will automatically add them on its own; this feature is fantastic for perfectly framed shots, but it’s not so great if you have to crop. Even so, automatic watermarking is a surprisingly handy set-it-and-forget-it feature that I wish every camera on every different manufacturer’s phone had. You can click on any one of these photos to start a slideshow.

All this photo needs is a little cropping and tweaking, and it would be ready to use in a post; that’s a handy feature for a blogger!

And while it may seem like a little thing to some, I like that you can set Google Photos to be the default gallery over the included LG app; that is impossible to do on the Samsung Galaxy S20 Ultra.

On its own, the LG V60 ThinQ has been an enjoyable phone to use, but it happens to have an ace up its sleeve when it’s in the Dual Screen Case.

The LG V60 ThinQ Dual Case

Why would I want to go out of my way to add extra weight and bulk to my already chunky LG V60 ThinQ? Ordinarily, I might have to take a hard pass. Sheltering at home for the past 2+ months has given me a new perspective on what I find useful and what I don’t. Suddenly portability isn’t as huge a deal to me, and the ability to multitask is now most important. The LG V60 ThinQ Dual Screen case has made it a cinch to handle two tasks at once, although the experience isn’t without caveats.

One of the first caveats I’ll bring up is that LG has once again made the Dual Screen case hardware so that it covers up the USB Type-C port on the bottom of the V60ThinQ.

LG G8X ThinQ in Dual Screen case on top of the LG V50 ThinQ in its Dual Screen case.

I’m not sure why they discontinued the open bottom with POGO pin design of the V50 ThinQ and its Dual Screen case when they made the Dual Screen case for the G8X ThinQ, but once again, for the V60 ThinQ, we are left with having to use an easy-to-misplace magnetic plug that snaps onto the end of a Type-C cable. For a better look at what I’m talking about, take a look at this shot comparing the open bottom of the V50 ThinQ in its Dual Screen case versus the closed bottom of the G8X ThinQ in its Dual Screen case. The good news is that you can wirelessly charge the V60 ThinQ while it’s in the DualCase on any Qi-enabled charging pad.

The Dual Screen case is 6.96″ tall by 3.4″ wide by 0.6″ thick, and on its own, it weighs 4.7 ounces; with the LG V60 ThinQ installed, the combo weighs a whopping 12.3 ounces. Yeah, that’s not a typo. :grimace:

In return for that extra weight, you get two matching 6.8″ FHD+ OLED (2460 x 1080 and 395 ppi) displays that can allow you to become a master multitasker. The only front-facing camera is on the main (right) screen, but the identical screen on the right has the same hole-punch camera. It’s symmetrical, and it doesn’t bug me.

You can personalize the second screen to match your main screen’s wallpaper. You can add dock apps, widgets, and app folders to it; in other words, it’s like having a second phone that can communicate (almost) flawlessly with your main phone.

Now, are you going to get the full-sized tablet screen experience you get with a folding display smartphone such as the Samsung Galaxy Fold or the Huawei Mate X? Obviously not. The bezels on both screens make that impractical and ugly.

But what you can do with the second screen is have your email open on one side while you watch YouTube videos on the other. You can peruse Instagram while on a Zoom call. You can have messages open while you’re reading a book. You can have a game with obnoxious ads open on one screen while you read the news on the other screen. Yes, you can use the second screen as a gamepad; yes, you can use the second screen as a live viewfinder when taking photos, and yes, you can use the LG Smart Keyboard as an edge-to-edge keyboard for a cute little on-the-go mini laptop. But let’s get real. The main benefit for some people will be that they can have a dictionary open on one screen while they are playing Word with Friends on the other.

When you’re using the Dual Screen features, you can swap screens from the main to the second screen, you can put the main screen to sleep, or you can turn off the Dual Screen completely. The Dual Screen case folds 360º so you can fold the second screen behind the main screen when you need to reply to emails or answer texts with both thumbs; it’s a bit difficult to manage actual keying when the Dual Screen case is open, otherwise, unless you are proficient at typing with your pointer fingers.

The last thing I want to bring up is the handy cover display on the front cover of the Dual Screen case. It offers built-in notifications, the date, and time, as well as battery information. It’s very handy to have this info available when the V60 ThinQ is in the Dual Screen case.

Pandemics are weird. The things that seemed important a few months ago, like pocketable phones with cute little displays, aren’t quite as appealing anymore. Needs and wants change, and right now — a phone that can give me two large, fully independent and functioning displays without having to switch back and forth between two apps on a single screen seems like a no-brainer. With the Dual Screen case installed on the LG V60 ThinQ, I feel like I am functioning at a more efficient level than normal. Right now, that’s priceless.

The LG V60 ThinQ with Dual Screen Case retails between $800 and $999 depending on where and how It’s purchased; it is available directly from LG, as well as AT&T (expect plenty of pre-loaded bloatware), Sprint, Verizon, and other retailers.

Source: Manufacturer supplied review sample

What I Like: 5G support; 3.5mm headphone jack; The LG V60 ThinQ in blue with the gold accents is gorgeous; The screen is brilliant; The phone is responsive and fast; You can add a microSD card to expand storage; The Dual Screen case is easy to activate, personalize, and control; Excellent battery life (when not using the Dual Screen case); IP68 dust and water-resistance; Excellent Quad-DAC features that work with wired headphones

What Needs Improvement: Battery life takes a huge ding when running both screens; Phone will be too large for many — one-hand use is practically impossible — even without the Dual Screen case; Adding the Dual Screen case makes the already large LG V60 ThinQ bricklike; No face-ID; The proprietary magnetic charging attachment needs to go; The bezels are still just a tad too large between the phone and the second screen when the LG V60 ThinQ is in the Dual Case — If LG can ever get the bezels eliminated when the phone is in the Dual Case, they will have a solid folding phone alternative; No option to enable 90Hz or 120Hz

from Joseph Rushing https://geardiary.com/2020/05/17/lg-v60-thinq-with-dual-screen-review/

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Best Dog Clippers for Cocker Spaniel 2019

Cocker spaniel make great friends. They are alert, lively, and smart. These outgoing pooches even seem to have a sense of humor.

Unfortunately, they have lots of hair and shed. This means their hair falls out most of the time. He will leave fur on your upholstery and carpet if he is not properly groomed and clipped.

Clipping a cocker spaniel takes a lot of time and effort. But you can make the process easier with the best dog clippers for a cocker spaniel.

Choosing the most effective clipper for your cocker spaniel can be challenging, especially if you have no experience with dog clipping.

Hopefully, our unique and informative product reviews and buying information will help you make a profound purchasing decision.

What Kind of Clipper is Suitable for Cocker Spaniel?

When it comes to dog clippers, you are basically paying for clipping power as well as comfort. Different brands claim to deliver superior cutting power.

It is important when choosing a clipper for your cocker spaniel to feel the weight and comfort of the hold in your hand when using it.

With that said, here are the main factors that we insist you take into consideration.

Motor Speed & Power

When clipping your cocker spaniel, the clipper should cut smoothly through the coat. For this to happen, you need a clipper with powerful speed. Speed is normally determined by strokes per minute (SPM).

Most professional clippers deliver high SPM and a lot of power, but high speed unavoidably creates more vibrations along with needless noise.

High SPM normally leads to hotness, which can cause clipper burns. We recommend a product with medium SPM and torque.

The best dog clippers for cocker spaniel are also available in single speed, two speed, or variable speed. Choose a speed that is ideal for your clipping expertise and experience.

Corded and Cordless

Cordless clippers come with a built-in battery that requires charging whenever it is depleted. This is a suitable choice for planned or infrequent grooming sessions.

The most resourceful feature of cordless electric trimmers is portability and flexibility. You can choose to groom your cocker spaniel indoors or outdoors without worrying about the cord length.

However, there are a few demerits. First, you need to recharge the battery every time it runs out. Second, the lack of additional speed settings, which can be a problem when cutting through a dense coat.

Corded clippers provide a constant speed and power without slowing down. You do not have to worry about a depleting battery or reducing speed.

The motor of a corded clipper gets the power it needs to cut through a dense coat. In fact, most corded models feature variable speed settings, allowing you to adjust the speed with respect to the coat’s thickness.

Size and Weight

Clipper size doesn’t refer to the unit size, but the blade size. It is the blade size that determines how easy or difficult you can clip the coat of your cocker spaniel.

The blade sizes range from #3 to #50. We recommend a size #7 for summer clipping and a size #10 for under tail, hind legs, and stomach areas.

But you should consider a smaller size (such as #4 or #5) for a winter cut. You can consider a higher blade size when clipping denser areas, such as #15.

Also, consider the weight. A lightweight model is easy to maneuver, especially when dealing with longer grooming periods.

Our List of Top 5 Dog Clippers for Cocker Spaniel

Product Name Feature Blade Size Andis EasyClip Pro Variable speed setting, easy blade cleaning #10 Andis Super 2-Speed Quiet & cool running, easy blade cleaning, highly versatile #10 Wahl Arco Professional 5-in-1 blade setting, lightweight cordless design #40, #30, #15, #10, #9 Oster Power Max Antimicrobial coated blade, lightweight design #10 Oster Volt Cordless High torque, lightweight cordless design #10

Reviews of the Best Dog Clippers for Cocker Spaniel

Andis EasyClip Pro Animal Detachable Blade Clipper

Our overall best dog clippers for cocker spaniel is the Andis EasyClip. It is ideal for complete body grooming on a thin or thick coat.

Its five-speed settings allow for a quick and effective full body grooming. Use the lower rotary speed for clipping sensitive parts and the higher rotary speed for attractive coat finish.

It is outfitted with detachable blades that are easy to replace as well as clean. Its four by four blade drive provides excellent blade torque for the toughest grooming.

Unlike most regular clippers, the Andis EasyClip comes with a contoured housing that offers a soft, anti-slip grip. Also, the casing has a sparkle color that’s attractive.

Pros

Heavy-duty motor offers superior grooming results

Variable speed setting allow for effective clipping at low and high speeds

Break-resistant housing improves durability

Detachable blades are easy to clean

Ceramic blade has superior edge retention

Cons

Does not come with guide combs

Andis Super 2-Speed Detachable Blade Clipper

This clipper works quietly and it is suitable for all types of coats and breeds. It will make you and your cocker spaniel happy as well as satisfied.

It is outfitted with a fourteen-foot long-lasting power cable that allows you to move effortlessly around your pooch during clipping and grooming.

The Andis Super has a shatter-proof housing that makes the trimmer withstand repeated use. The housing is also chew-proof in case your pooch tries to take a bite.

Detachable blades provide ultimate grooming and clipping versatility. You can easily and effectively clean or replace the blades.

Pros

Quiet operation that will not distress your pooch

Detachable blades are easy to clean and change

14-foot power cable allows for easy maneuvering during clipping

Powerful two-speed motor ensures excellent performance

Shatter-proof casing improves durability

Cons

The package doesn’t include guide combs

Wahl Arco Professional Clipper

If you are in search for the best cordless dog clippers for a cocker spaniel, look no further than the Wahl Arco.

They are perfectly engineered for fully body clipping and trimming ears, feet, face, legs, and rear ends. It grooms sensitive parts with ease.

It is fitted with a detachable blade design that allows for a seamless blade change between #40, #30, #15, and #10.

The unit comes with two rechargeable batteries that deliver 80 minutes of nonstop runtime. When depleted, the batteries take around 75 minutes to fully recharge.

Its powerful motor produces 5500 SPM that ensures the blades glide quickly, effortlessly, and efficiently through thin or thick coats.

Pros

The cordless design does not restrict your movements during clipping

5-in-1 blade design allows for easy changing of blades

5500 SPM glides efficiently and quickly through thick coats

Ergonomically made to provide a soft and non-slip grip

Cons

Not made for international use

The blade may get too hot after some time

Oster Power Max Clipper

The Oster Power Max Clipper takes the spot for best value. This uniquely engineered trimmer is all you need to achieve professional clipping results for your cocker spaniel at an affordable price.

The Oster Power Max is ideal for trimming, touch-ups, and whole body grooming. It is specially made for fine to thick coats.

This clipper’s patented rotary motor delivers substantial power and SPM (4200) without making any additional noise.

A feature unique to the Oster Power Max is its antimicrobial-coated CryogenX blade that eliminates bacterial buildup. The blade design is also detachable for easy and quick change-outs.

Pros

Antimicrobial-coated blade prevents bacterial buildup

Two-speed setting is suitable for tough clipping and trimming

Contoured housing allow for easy grip handling

Detachable blade system allows for easy and quick change-outs

Cons

The clippers are a bit bulky

Blade gets hotter during extended use

Oster Volt Cordless Pet Clippers

The Oster Volt Cordless Pet Clippers made it to our top five choice position because it provides a good array of features that deliver exceptional performance.

The most favorite feature of this particular trimmer is the fast charge. It only takes about 60 minutes to get to full charge. It offers 2 hours of non-stop runtime on a single charge.

You will find this trimmer really easy to use. Even though it is powerful, it is actually pretty lightweight. So, it will not cause hand fatigue during extended use.

This model comes with some standard additional accessories, including a little clipper brush and lubricating oil.

This trimmer is also pretty versatile. It should work with all A5 detachable blades. Generally, it is a superb choice for anybody who is looking for versatility.

Pros

Cordless design allows for superior maneuverability

Battery takes only an hour to recharge and delivers 2 hours runtime

Motor delivers 2400 SPM for quick and efficient cuts through the matted coat

High torque and low speed deliver quieter and cooler operation

Cons

The kit doesn’t come with guide combs

Why Clipping Blades Get Hot?

There are a number of reasons why your clipping blades will get hot.

High Motor Speed

Heavy-duty motors deliver powerful motor power and superior SPM, but the result is friction and noise. The continuous friction between the blades will cause them to overheat.

Lack of Oil

The lack of oil between the blades and the adjoining parts lead to excessive friction. As a result, the blade will heat up and cause clipper burns on your dog’s coat.

Dull Blades

Not only will dull blades lead to poor grooming results and loss of time, but they will also get too hot. You should either sharpen or replace dull blades immediately.

A Dirty Dog

You should consider washing your dog if he is dirty before you use the clippers. A dirty coat will wear out the edge of the blades, causing them to heat up.

Expert Tips for Clipping a Cocker Spaniel

Avoid Cheap Products

There are many cheap dog clippers that can do wonders on your cocker spaniel’s coat. However, they come with a number of shortcomings and one of them is getting hot too fast and clipper burns.

Choose a product that will not only yield excellent results but will be comfortable for both you and your dog. The best dog clippers for cocker spaniel should have a range of detachable blades.

Groom Your Pooch before Clipping

You may not find it necessary, but it is advisable to groom your doggie before clipping. This way, you will be able to get rid of any mats and tangles.

Using the Clippers Skillfully

When using a clipper, you need to practice moving your wrist and arm in a wide range of angles. This way, you can use the device to clip not only his body but also delicate parts, such as the groin and ears.

When holding the clipper, try to keep your thumb on top. This will minimize the strain on your wrist. Keep your hand fairly low down and spread your fingers to balance the weight easily.

You should never force the blades through the coat, but allow the clipper to do the work. Always keep the blade flat on the coat and do not dig the blade in, as this may cause clipping ridges and possible damages to the skin.

While clipping, you must remain aware of the temperature of the blades as they can get hot very quickly, especially in the summer.

Additional Accessories

Make sure you have a pair of scissors for grooming sensitive areas. Choose a pair that is comfortable to use. You should also have a comb and a slicker brush that are suitable for dense coats.

Conclusion

You can only achieve the best clipping results if you have the best dog clippers for cocker spaniel. You will be surprised at the cost saving if you buy the right stuff.

Don’t go out there and buy the cheapest model. You may curse yourself when you get the worst results because the blades are not the right size and sometimes not sharp.

Clippers must be oiled and greased inside regularly. It is also convenient to have a number of blades and guide combs, of different sizes, for your dog clippers.

Clippers should never be dropped, and they should not be stored in a damp environment. And always brush the loose hair away from the moving parts on a regular basis.

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Like most photographers these days, I have some pretty intensive power requirements when I’m out shooting: phone, tablet, mirrorless cameras, flashes, lights… the list goes on and on. When I’m near an outlet, it’s no problem, but when I’m not? We’ve all been there. In the airport, where six people are already huddled around the lone power outlet on the concourse. In an old bus across Morocco, or a cross country flight in coach for that matter. On the train from Cologne to Prague. In a tent on the Olympic Peninsula, with work to do, and a battery icon that has just turned red.

These are the times when I’d rather be rescued by the PowerElf than Legolas.

The PowerElf is a 46.8Ah power-bank that is currently being launched on IndiGoGo for $129. That’s 46,800mAh… a lot of power. For comparison, the expensive batteries ($80) in my Sony A7RIII, hold about 2.3Ah each (2280mAh). It holds seventeen times the capacity of an iPhone X. It has a variety of outlets to power small devices like phones and also larger ones, like laptops and tablets.

I got an early production model to test out[1. The manufacturer provided this unit to me for free, but I never provide positive reviews in exchange for money or goods. This review is as honest and objective as I can make it. I have not and will not receive payments for any sales of this unit, but as always, if you purchase any products through my ads and affiliate links on this site, you we will hopefully get a commission]. Let’s take a look.

What Can the PowerElf Do?

There are four power outlets on the PowerElf: 1 x 12v cigarette-lighter port, 2 x Standard USB ports, 1 USB-C Port (45 Watt), and 1 x 9-12v output for a standard barrel adapter plug (and a cable is included). There’s an input jack of the same size to plug it into the wall and charge the thing. It also has a built-in LED flashlight (modes: on, flashing, red, red-flashing[7. Be aware that when flashing red, the light sends a morse-code SOS signal. This is an international distress call, and should not be used lightly.]) and it has a power-button.

Charging my phone via USB.

The PowerElf has about 20 times the capacity of my Sony batteries (2 in grip).

The USB ports will work like the much smaller power-banks that you probably already own, but it will last longer. The standard USB ports offer 2.4A at 5v. The USB-C is Quick Charge 3.0. (Incidentally, the red, braided-nylon USB cables in these photos are made by Anker, and I love them).

Where this thing gets really cool is the cigarette-lighter jack. This puts out enough current to power and charge my Microsoft SurfacePro tablet, no problem, and it’s always my first device to go dead when I’m away from a power outlet. Awesome.

[/media-credit] This is the only power bank I’ve found that can charge my Surface Pro.

Need more options? This seems to work: I plugged in a little 100W power inverter, and then plugged in a little table lamp. No problem. Of course, there will be a limit to what you can power, but you’ll be able to power a fair number of household items with this setup.

The 9-12v barrel jack can power/charge a laptop with the same size jack. If you want to use this for a Surface, you can also buy a cable that fits here. It turns out that the jack is a pretty standard size, so I tried it with a variety of things around the house. All of these things powered on.

Charging my Eneloops with the PowerElf was possible, but required a hack.

Here, the PowerElf is hooked up to a desktop-sized external hard drive. This worked nicely, and I could have powered the Surface at the same time, but didn’t. More practically, my power goes out, I can power my cable modem/router.

Attached to a phono pre-amp for one of my turntables.

Finally, it’s worth mentioning that the PowerElf is designed to be charged quickly with a 60W solar panel. Fold-up solar panels are pretty common on Amazon, though they cost around $150. The PowerElf requires one that puts out 14-25 volts through a DC5521 plug, and most of them do.

Does it Work?

Yes.

With a couple of caveats. First, the 9-12v barrel jack output works great for high-power consuming applications, but for low ones (less than 150mA, currently), it will not always recognize that a device is connected and the PowerElf will automatically power down after about 30 seconds (though there are workarounds[5. To keep the power from shutting down, you can plug in a device to one of the USB ports, like your phone.]). So, it’s great for laptops, not so great for small electronics like an Arduino. I’ve spoken at length with the developers about this, and they’ve explained that they’ll make the production version more sensitive in this regard.

[/media-credit] Attached to an Arduino alternative. I could also have used the USB input.

Second, and this is just quibbling, the LED light on the front of the unit works, but it does flicker visibly. If I had to read by it, I suspect it would cause fatigue.

Build and Design

The PowerElf is designed for safety, with 10 layers of protection[6. Various instances of short-circuit protection, over-charging and over-discharging protection, reverse voltage protection, etc.] and an IP64 housing (water, dust, and shockproof), but alas, I didn’t put it to the test. It’s supposed to withstand water spray from any direction, but I wasn’t about to pour a bucket of water on it. I’ve seen what lithium ion batteries can do when they’re mistreated.

That said, the case is nice and sturdy and all of the ports have rubber doors that seem pretty water resistant. The outer case is a sturdy plastic, but I didn’t drop it on a concrete floor to see how it would hold up. For normal usage, though, it should last just about forever.

Problems? Nothing major. The rubber top cover has to be pushed into place pretty firmly to get a good seal, and it’s easy to push the power and flashlight buttons in the process.

Who is this For?

Let’s face it: if you’re a backpacker and going on a hike across the Andes, this is probably not going to be in your pack (and neither is a laptop) unless you have some serious production obligations. If you do, it absolutely will be. It weighs 2.7lbs and is a little bulky. It fits nicely into the slot in my camera bag for a 70-200mm f/2.8 lens, and it weighs just a little less (this Canon 70-200 weighs 2.9lbs).

[/media-credit] The PowerElf weighs 2.65 lbs, and the Canon lens weighs about 2.88 lbs.

Photographers who are camping a reasonable distance away from their cars will love the PowerElf, as will photographers who are traveling in areas with questionable power availability. If you’re going to be on a long flight to India or Australia and your plane doesn’t have a power outlet, the PowerElf will be your dream come true. And if you’re one of those young, fit photographers who doesn’t mind the weight of an extra 70-200 lens in your pack, then the PowerElf will let you work wherever you happen to be. And of course, journalists and travelers of every sort will appreciate the access to reliable power when away from the desk.

Value

At $129, the PowerElf is a pretty remarkable value, especially because nothing out there on the market seems to match its feature set. There are a couple of similarly sized chargers out there that have built-in inverters and household power outlets, but they’ll hold less than half the power of the Elf and still cost $80–90 or more. Units with similar power capacity generally have a much larger footprint than the PowerElf, and cost significantly more ($160, in this case). Other power banks have similar capacity and price, but lack the output options (no cigarette-lighter port, no USB-C).

If you only need USB outputs, then smaller devices likt he Anker PowerCore 26800 will provide a little more than half the power in a smaller, more portable format. It won’t be able to help with your laptop or Surface, though.

Conclusion

The PowerElf will be a fixture on all of my future photography expeditions. As photographers become more and more dependent on battery-powered devices, having access to reliable power can mean the difference between getting the job done and missing your only opportunity. The PowerElf can provide that power, and in a very safe, sturdy, and portable package.

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Review: The PowerElf Power Bank Like most photographers these days, I have some pretty intensive power requirements when I'm out shooting: phone, tablet, mirrorless cameras, flashes, lights...

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Peugeot 308 GTi review

For: Handsome, understated looks, agile, fun handling, decent ride qualityOur Rating: 4 Against: Lacks drama, driving position won’t suit all, less desirability than certain rivals 2017 The Peugeot 308 GTi is a good-looking if slightly conservative hot hatchback with a premium feel that’s also fun to drive The Peugeot 308 GTi is a stylish but understated hot hatch that offers plenty of fun for the enthusiast driver, even if its performance is shaded by more powerful rivals. It’s not without its quirks, including an unusual i-Cockpit dashboard layout, and while it’s comfortable and roomy up front a 308 is no match for a VW Golf in the all-round practicality stakes. The boot is big but a little awkward, and the back seats are cramped. It makes up for a lack of power through being lighter than most competitors, and feels agile on the road as a result. Grip is excellent too, and the ride quality is decent for the level of performance on offer. 9 Aug, 2017 3.7 The 308 was launched back in 2013 and received a mild facelift in 2017 with a more obvious front grille, tweaked headlamps and a revised bumper. You’d be a bit of an anorak to notice, though. The standard five door hatchback is generally considered pretty if a little understated, and the GTi version doesn’t go to town with the flashy styling mods like some of its more ostentatious rivals. The most obvious giveaways to the GTi’s status include sporty bumpers, a rear diffuser and twin exhaust pipes, but there’s also a gloss black chequered grille, and exclusive 19-inch alloy wheels with red painted brake calipers peeping out from behind them. Inside you get a full-grain leather wheel with red stitching, GTi bucket seats with Alcantara trim – including a massage function – and a special GTi instrument display. Those who find this all a bit, well, unobvious, will doubtless opt for the special Coupe Franche paint option. This exterior colour scheme combines red or blue in a two-tone combination with black rear-quarters, and is applied by hand in a special workshop. Sat-nav, stereo and infotainment The in-car entertainment set-up for the Peugeot 308 GTi is the same as that offered in the mainstream Allure spec. That means facelifted cars get MirrorLink with Apple CarPlay and Android Auto, and the Peugeot i-Cockpit system with a 9.7-inch touchscreen and 3D Connected Navigation powered by TomTom. Older cars use a more rudimentary setup devoid of any phone mirroring applications. Image 14 of 21 Image 14 of 21 Like other models in the 308 line-up, the i-Cockpit may take some getting used to, with the high set dials forcing you look at over the top of the steering wheel. Meanwhile, the standard audio system features six speakers, and you get DAB radio too. 4.2 The 308 GTi offers understated looks compared to some hot hatch rivals. It’s down on power compared to many of them, too, but it’s still plenty of fun to drive. A small steering wheel provides a quick and nimble connection to the front end, and although the steering lacks any meaningful feel, it gives you plenty of confidence when throwing the car into corners. The combination of tweaked suspension, limited slip differential and sticky rubber means it’s possible to lean very hard on the car before it starts to slide. It’s even impressive in the wet. Less impressive is the action of the six-speed gearbox, which has a long throw and feels a bit too woolly. Image 3 of 21 Image 3 of 21 The ride is surprisingly good for a hot hatch, though, especially when you’re not driving it like you stole it. For suppleness we reckon the 308 GTi is beaten only by the VW Golf R, in fact, and the French hatch is really relaxing to drive over some of the UK’s most troubled tarmac. Some drivers will doubtless want their hot hatches to demonstrate a bit more ‘drama’, but others will appreciate the benefits. That said, there’s also a Sport button, which increases throttle response, turns the instrument pack from calm white to angry red, and amplifies the engine noise into the cabin. Braking performance is perfectly up to the task, thanks to a set of ventilated Alcon discs at the front with four pot callipers – painted red and adorned with the Peugeot Sport logo, for added effect. Engines Despite also offering a lower-power 247bhp engine at launch, there’s now only one option in the 308 GTi. On brand-new cars you’ll find a 266bhp 1.6-litre four-clilidner unit that’s been massaged with Mahle lightweight racing pistons, higher fuel injection pressure and a twin-scroll turbocharger. It’s not the hottest of hot hatch motors, but thanks to a meaty 330Nm of torque and a low kerbweight, it’s enough to impart vigorous performance. Peugeot claims a 0-62mph time of 6.0 seconds dead, and reckons the 308 GTi’s power-to-weight ratio is one of the best in its class. Top speed is 155mph. 3.5 The 308 was crash tested by Euro NCAP back in 2013 when the model was launched, and it scored impressively, bagging the full five stars. Adult protection was awarded 92 per cent, child safety 79 per cent, and pedestrian protection was rated 64 per cent. The roster of standard safety equipment includes Emergency Braking Assistance, tyre pressure sensors and a speed limiter, while optional safety packs include such features as Lane Departure Warning and Lane Keeping Assist, Blind Spot Monitoring and even Speed Limit Recognition – albeit beware if you’re relying on the cruise control to match vehicle speed to the posted limits, as it happens after you’ve entered the new speed zone. From the reliability standpoint the 308 has fared pretty well in our Driver Power surveys, with decent build quality reported. Warranty Peugeot offers a standard three-year warranty across its line-up, but only the first two years come with unlimited mileage. As soon as you pass the two-year mark a 60,000-mile limit comes into play for the third year. Servicing Service intervals are long, with the GTi needing a check-up only every 20,000-miles. It means owners shouldn’t be unduly troubled by the schedule. 4.2 While the standard 308 comes as both a five-door hatchback and an estate model, the GTi is only available as the former – and there’s no ‘sporty’ three-door option anywhere in the line-up. The five-door body provides plenty of accommodation for passengers in the front, although as already mentioned the driving position can feel odd at first. You need to set the steering wheel low to be able to view the instruments, and if you can’t be doing with that then reading the dials can be an issue. That said, the sports seats are comfortable, and the general interior ambience is good. The touchscreen looks great but is a bit fiddly – as it controls all the car’s functions from radio and sat-nav to the air-con and phone connectivity. Equipment levels are good too, so you can enjoy climate control and cruise control, plus parking sensors and an electric parking brake that removes the need for a bulky lever. Overall, we’d say the 308 GTi has a pleasingly premium feel. Storage space isn’t so good though, as the glovebox is tiny due to the bulky fuse box. Size Surprisingly, the 308 is one of the smallest cars in its class. It’s a full 100mm shorter than a Ford Focus, for example, and more than 200mm shorter than a Mazda 3. One of the benefits is a highly competitive kerb weight, but you do pay a price in rear seat practicality. Image 16 of 21 Image 16 of 21 Leg room, head room & passenger space There’s plenty of room up front in the Peugeot 308, but whether you’re comfortable depends how well you’re prepared to adapt to the i-Cockpit set-up. Headroom is fine at the front and rear – except on models equipped with the panoramic glass roof option. Leg and knee room in the rear is not that impressive, however. Boot Rear seat space may be limited, but Peugeot doesn’t short-change 308 buyers on boot space. You get a spacious 470 litres rising to 1,185 litres if you want to fold the rear bench down. Unfortunately, it’s not as practical as it sounds, because the boot is awkwardly shaped. 3.9 The Peugeot 308 range is pretty efficient across the board, and the GTi model doesn’t fare too badly either. It’ll emit 139g/km of CO2, which means a benefit-in-kind company car tax rate of 28 per cent in 2017/18, but it will rise to 31 per cent by 2020. VED or car tax comes out at £200 for the first year, and £140 for each year thereafter. Fuel economy will very much reflect your driving style, which is true for any performance model, but the officially quoted ‘combined’ mpg figure of 47mpg gives the Peugeot plenty of potential for frugal motoring. Servicing should be affordable too, and with a power output that’s not as monstrous as some plus a chassis that’s light on its feet, the 308 GTi should hopefully eat fewer tyres and brake pads than other rivals. Image 4 of 21 Image 4 of 21 Insurance groups An insurance group rating of 34 is reasonably competitive for the class, but still means sizeable premiums – especially for young drivers. For comparison the 2.0-litre VW Golf R is also group 34, while the Golf GTI is group 29. Depreciation In spite of its obvious charms, the Peugeot 308 GTi struggles to find buyers against many of its higher profile hot hatch rivals when new. This relative lack of demand translates to hefty depreciation at resale time, and your new £28,000+ car may be worth as little as £9,000 after three years and 30,000 miles. You would expect a VW Golf to do a little better than that.

http://www.autoexpress.co.uk/peugeot/308/100407/gti

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Peugeot 308 GTi review

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