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Never Miss a Dose Again with the Ultimate Medicine Organizer

Administering medicine at home, whether it's for adults or little ones, can be quite the chore. Has it ever occurred to you that you might have dispensed the wrong dose? It's a mistake we've all made in the chaos of managing numerous medications without a proper organization system. But now, there's a game-changer in town – the medicine storage box. Yes, you heard it right! A medicine organizer can be a lifesaver, especially for those juggling multiple medications daily. It's your ticket to seamlessly managing your doses and ensuring you never skip a pill.

The world of medicine organizers offers an array of options to suit your specific needs. Whether it's a daily or weekly routine, or even a 7-day organizer with three units for morning, noon, and night – the choice is yours.

Benefits of a Medicine Organizer

Medication Accuracy: Bid farewell to medication mix-ups.

Cost Savings: Watch your medication budget breathe a sigh of relief.

On-the-Go Support: Stay on top of your meds, even while traveling or during busy days.

Peace of Mind: Rest assured, you'll never miss a vital dose again. Now, let's delve into the features that make a medicine organizer a must-have: Crafted from durable ABS Plastic, a BPA-free material, it's built to last. The smooth exterior boasts a double-sealant feature, ensuring your tablets remain safe and secure. Plus, each pillbox features clearly marked prints to guide you precisely when your next dose is due.

But wait, there's more! Here are some pro tips for harnessing the full potential of your medicine organizer:

Size Matters: Choose an organizer that suits your medication volume. If you have an extensive regimen, opt for a larger organizer.

Visibility is Key: Place your medicine organizer in a spot where you'll encounter it daily, serving as a reminder for your meds.

Prep in Advance: Save time in the long run by filling your organizer either weekly or monthly, depending on its design.

Stay Stocked: Regularly check your organizer to ensure you're well-stocked for the upcoming week or month. If you haven't already embraced the magic of a medicine organizer, it's high time to consider one, not only for your elders but also for yourself. It's a straightforward and efficient method to take charge of your medication management and maintain your well-being. Never again will you let a dose slip through the cracks.

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A Perfect Beard in Minutes: The Magic of Beard Pencil Fillers

Beards have become a timeless symbol of masculinity, representing strength, confidence, and style. Many men aspire to grow a full, luscious beard, but not all are blessed with the genetics or patience to achieve it naturally. Thankfully, beard pencil fillers have emerged as a game-changing solution for those who want to enhance their beard's appearance quickly and easily. In this article, we will explore the magic of beard pencil fillers and how they can transform your facial hair game.

What is a Beard Pencil Filler?

A beard pencil filler is a cosmetic product designed to fill in sparse areas in a beard, creating a fuller and more defined look. It typically comes in the form of a pencil or a pen with a waxy texture and is available in various shades to match different beard colors. Beard pencil fillers are made from safe and natural ingredients, such as beeswax, shea butter, and other nourishing oils, and are easy to apply.

How Does a Beard Pencil Filler Work?

Using a beard pencil filler is a simple and straightforward process. Here's how it works:

Prepare Your Beard: Start with a clean and dry beard. Gently comb or brush your beard to remove any tangles or knots and ensure that your facial hair is well-groomed.

Choose the Right Shade: Select a beard pencil filler that matches your beard color or is one shade lighter for a natural look. If you have a salt-and-pepper beard, you can mix different shades to achieve the perfect color match.

Apply the Filler: Use the pencil or pen to fill in sparse areas of your beard. Apply short, light strokes in the direction of your natural hair growth to mimic the appearance of real beard hair. Start with a light hand and gradually build up the coverage until you achieve the desired thickness and shape.

Blend and Shape: Use a beard comb or brush to blend the filler into your beard for a seamless finish. You can also use your fingers to gently pat and shape the filler for a more natural appearance. Make sure to blend the edges of the filled areas to avoid harsh lines.

Set the Filler: To ensure long-lasting results, you can use a beard balm or wax to set the filler in place. Simply warm up a small amount of product between your palms and apply it to your beard, focusing on the areas where you applied the filler. This will help lock in the color and hold the shape of your beard throughout the day.

Benefits of Using a Beard Pencil Filler

Instant Results: One of the biggest advantages of using a beard pencil filler is the immediate transformation it can provide. Within minutes, you can go from having a patchy beard to a full and well-groomed look. This can boost your confidence and enhance your overall appearance.

Natural-Looking Results: Beard pencil fillers are designed to mimic the appearance of real beard hair, creating a natural-looking result. When applied correctly and blended well, the filler seamlessly integrates with your existing facial hair, making it difficult to detect that you are using a cosmetic product.

Customizable Coverage: Beard pencil fillers offer customizable coverage, allowing you to control the thickness and shape of your beard. You can fill in specific areas that need more density, define your beard's outline, or create a unique style that suits your face shape and personal preference.

Convenience: Beard pencil fillers are convenient to use and can easily fit into your grooming routine. They are compact and portable, making them ideal for travel or on-the-go touch-ups. Plus, they require minimal time and effort compared to other beard grooming techniques, such as using dyes

Confidence Boost: A well-groomed beard can significantly boost your confidence and self-esteem. By using a beard pencil filler to enhance your beard's appearance, you can feel more confident and proud of your facial hair, which can positively impact your overall image and interactions with others.

In conclusion, beard pencil fillers are a game-changer for men who want to achieve a fuller and more defined beard quickly and easily. With their natural-looking results, customizable coverage, and convenience, they have become a popular grooming solution for those with patchy beards or sparse areas in their facial hair. If you're interested in incorporating beard pencil fillers into your grooming routine, consider Awike branding as your private label beard pencil filler supplier.

Awike branding is a trusted and reputable private label cosmetics manufacturer that offers high-quality and customizable beard pencil fillers. As a private label supplier, they can help you create your own brand of beard pencil fillers, tailored to your specific needs and preferences. With their expertise in cosmetic formulation and packaging design, Awike branding can provide you with a premium product that reflects your brand's identity and meets your customers' expectations.

By partnering with Awike branding as your private label supplier, you can take advantage of their quality products and services to elevate your beard care business. Whether you're a barbershop owner, a grooming salon, or an online retailer, offering your customers a premium beard pencil filler can attract more customers, increase customer satisfaction, and boost your sales.

Invest in the magic of beard pencil fillers and partner with Awike branding to create your own brand of high-quality and effective beard pencil fillers. With their expertise and commitment to excellence, you can confidently offer your customers a top-notch grooming product that helps them achieve the perfect beard they've always desired.

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 2 )

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Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: Continuing my little experiment here with chapter2, a bit more filler for the story. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count:  2,903

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name 

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

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   The suitcase made a slight thumping sound, when you laid it down on the floor next to your desk. Wasting no time books found their new home on the empty shelves, notebooks fell asleep in the dark drawers. Pens, pencils, markers and all your stationary soon followed suit and found their own little space to rest.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the silence in the room finally got overthrown by the voice of its new owner, asking for some help in the matters unfolding 

Yes Miss Y/N

“Would you put a timer for 5min from now please?” still focused onto your stuff, finding them a visible but safe from damage storage. Nothing could destroy as well as time and dust did.

Timer set for 5 minutes from now.

“Thank you.” The only thing left to do now was to get the clothes in the closet and move the tech to the lab. Hopefully Dr. Banner wouldn’t mind waiting a bit more, not like he seemed to but who knows, Hulk lived inside him after all. You didn’t want to take a chance and play with his limits. The closet was hidden inside the wall, stealthy I must say. Toothpaste and toothbrush, essentials and cosmetics. All was done, now.

      Ding Ding Ding.  

Timer is going off  Miss. Shall I turn it off or restart it?

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y. You can turn it off. “

  Your laptop and small bag were safely nestled under your arm, making your way outside the room.  For a moment you thought you got lost, but the orange tint of the sun’s rays soon pulled your attention in the right direction. Around the corner your nose caught the smell of caramel. Your head hesitantly protruded behind the pillar, as you called out to the man holding 2 cups in his hands firmly.

“Oh.” He jumped a bit, reaching out offering one of the mugs “ I hope you like it, we don’t have much selection when it comes to tea here. Coffee addicts you know.” he laughed out

“It is ok. Thank you very much.” Your leg levered and you swung onto the bar chair like it was nothing, taking a sip from the hot drink. You felt it warm you up slowly as it went down, melting away a bit of your anxiety. Once again your sight was captivated by the view. No one knows how much time passed since you got lost in the sunset, but it was nice. You could barely hear the bustling city from the 134th floor. It was only you, the sun and the room. Quiet almost like a safe serene space.

“Beautiful isn’t it.” Bruce shook you out of your little mind palace

“Mm? Ah, yes. Very much so. “ you puffed out some air with your smile, eyes forming little crescent moons “I feel like a cat, my attention keeps drifting to the glass unintentionally.”

“I understand you. I keep doing that myself and I have lived in the compound for quite some time now. “ the conversation was lighthearted, easily drifting over the main reason for your arrival “One would think I would be used to it by now.”

“Mr Stark made this place so calm. Big yet homey.” Your head scanned the area, words intriguing the doctor “ In a way it contrasts the inner state of most of the Avengers.” realized what just came out of your lips, your body stiffened. Oh man, way to ruin it - you thought to yourself “I am so sorry.” The mug clanked under the table, sending a vibration to his palm, as you bowed “I spoke out of place.”

“I think you might be on to something.” Your neck pulled your head up, a few strands of hair falling down next to your soft cheek. Bruce was still looking at the setting sun with a soft smile, his jaw exposing the beard to the light, coloring it a deep fiery yellow hue. There was something nostalgic in his dark eyes. “Most of us here have some sort of troubled past- lets sugar coat it a bit. This whole building, on the levels we use., is like a constant Zen state. It calms us down unintentionally. How do I say this...” He turned towards his coffee, laughing out almost silently.

“Maybe it offers you the peace you couldn’t have on the inside, masking the pain from past trauma. A way to indirectly cope with all that had happened, offering a haven to heal the past.” Bruce was listening to you, taking in your way of thinking and how right you were about something that had always been in front of his eyes ,but he had never noticed it before. Such a young girl, so much pain in her manner. He couldn’t bring himself to ask you about the weight inside your voice. It felt too close for him to do so. He had just met you after all, it is not like he could just straight up ask you about all your deepest and darkest secrets, that you might be hiding underneath your mature façade.

“Well, enough about our depressing past.” He pushed off the table “Lets get you situated in your new place.”Dr. Banner began walking in the direction of the lab, turning towards you from time to time. He was make sure you were close by and not lost somewhere in this maze of halls, corridors and who knows what else Tony could have hidden in these walls, for some unsuspecting person to stumble upon.

“I am sadly not familiar with your work like Tony is. He told me about you literally a few hours before you arrived, so you would have to excuse me for that.” You nodded with a smile, accepting the apology he didn’t even need to speak of 

“The lab is pretty big.” He unlocked the door and turned the lights on. It was exactly as he said and nothing like you had expected. The color pattern was the same tints, maybe a bit of blue mixed in as well, a dash of red. The tables and tech inside were state-of-the-art, high-quality and very well kept. Some weren’t even yet released or known to the public. Talking year 3054 up in here.

“This will be your desk, right next to me.”Bruce plopped onto his chair and waved at you “Hi, Hi.”

  He gestured for you to get yourself as comfortable as possible, which you almost couldn’t wait to do. Your fingers gently ran over the material getting familiar with it. Just with one look you already knew where everything was going to go, like it knew it’s own home. You had a tech bay, where you could check how systems worked, if they didn’t and building anything. It was amazing, just an arm’s length distance was possibility and creation itself. Excitement boiled inside you, eyes wide. Reaching inside the bag, you pulled out your work computer, your project tablet and made sure they were all connected to the internet and matched the Stark system interface. As soon as you saw the company logo you were all set up.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the silence danced hand in hand with your voice

Yes Miss. Would you like a run down on the desk functions?

“Yes please.” In a matter of minutes you realized that this wasn’t just some random fancy desk ,but a whole machine of its own. Interactive hologram functions, building station and program 3D design. It had it all. Bruce was shocked how easy you worked with F.R.I.D.A.Y. , naturally taking a lead and informing yourself at 100% capacity about what you will be working with. For a second Tony flashed before his eyes.

“What made you apply here?” he cut your investigation “I don’t mean to be rude but I saw some of your pre-university work.”

“No problem. I was mostly out of the country for a very long time, maybe most of my life. When I came back the Avengers were something I loved watching on the news.” The praise went over Bruce’s head unnoticed “ There was something nostalgic when I looked at you guys. Mr. Stark’s tech, the way everyone fought with ease, I don’t know how to explain it. I craved that in my life, almost like a forgotten world I was striving to immerse myself back into. “ a gentle crook of the neck and a smile eased Bruce from the question

“Well you made it here, so congratulations.” loud joyous clapping followed his words” I think I am talking for all of us, we will love having you around. So-” His face became serious, glasses finding the bridge of his nose onto his face, eyes sharp “Would you like to start with your job here miss intern?” he winked playfully waiting to see your reaction. Like a mirror ,you pulled your hair away from your face, rolled up your sleeves and flashed back the same look of determination. “Introduce me to your train of thought and your projects.”

“I work mainly with the structure and characteristics of vibranium. At first, I was focused on making prosthetics that pack a punch the same way the Iron Man suits worked and Sergeant Barnes’s arm- of course on a smaller scale. But then my mind started drifting towards the process before amputation, which was for a certain percent of people the healing factor. Maybe inside strength as well. ”

“As in incorporating it into medical technology?” this sounded too simple of an idea coming for someone Tony chose, yet Bruce kept listening. He was judging the book by its cover way too soon.

“Not exactly. Vibranium has a metal crystal structure that possesses ‘memory’ the same way other metals remember being indented even after getting fixed or straightened eventually. My theory has a few parts before I reach the main plan. Going on an atomic level, even deeper to its base structure, I change the connections between the atoms. They have the same functions as in keeping the shape, but missing that molding memory.”

“You are saying you can mold the bonds, selecting freely what function to remove?” Bruce pushed back off his chair, letting the idea enter his ear and stay there, feeding the interest on his face.

“I am not saying I can.” he was listening more and more with each passing minute “I am saying I did it. I am in the final stages of my project.” Your hands pulled out a flat disk of vibranium  “F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you do a double scan before and after I bend this?”

Affirmatively Miss. Scan done. Shall I offer a hologram?

“Please do.” Right between your two bodies you could now see the basics of the metal “ See how the bonds are thicker? I noticed, metal bonds just have to keep  the shape of the crystal structure. Not only did I make vibranium stronger than it originally was, but now if I bend-it.” Your voice strained in pair with your muscles, as you folded and unfolded the sheet. The second scan showed no memory intake not even deformed the shapes “I call this metal healing.”

“That...that is amazing, not even a crease to be noticed! But where are you going with this?” Bruce rubbed his face, still shook from what you just showed him

“It might sound stupid, but this isn’t even my main idea. You see, if we look at matter as one and the same, things start to add up. Everything on a molecular level has no difference. Bonds, and atom-placement dictate what the object will be, look like and how it works- properties if you wish. I looked at vibranium and human flesh as different parts of one thing, which lead me to believe enhancing people could be done without super soldier serums.”

“That is… truly amazing, but won’t the testing period be a sadistic thing. We are not HYDRA thankfully.” As great as this was Bruce had a point here “Human experiments are not a politic the Avengers will ever lean upon. As fellow humans nonetheless.”

“I am not planning to make another Winter Soldier. I already have control over vibranium on levels outside and inside hyperspace.” You pulled out a bottle of metallic looking dust. The top unscrewed easy and you spilled the contents like heavy silvery snow all over the floor. “If I take quarks from the human body and use them to make 1 proton from the atomic nucleus, I can theoretically program it to answer to the human body using the unbroken rule of our system.”

  Bruce blinked a few times understanding exactly where you were reaching “All work in favor of the body.” He said out loud, glasses sliding off his skin

“Exactly. If they get programmed correctly the metal will work for the body, under the command of the main system- the nerves and brain. Post that success I would be able to inject them with a liquid medium directly into the bloodstream. As they make their way to all parts of the body, they will get acquainted with the cells. I want to change them so they will be susceptible to hormones as well. Basically I want to make a metal compound that reacts like organic matter. It would be able, upon will, to pile around bones, create fibers, strengthening muscles ecc. Some could even carry other substances with them, or isolate toxic ones. Now their size and ability for diapedesis is still questionable. So far I can move them at a certain extend.” You swung your hand and the dust lifted off the floor cleanly in one swoop 

“That is amazing!” Bruce pitched his voice after seeing the floating cloud “Are you using some kind of device ?”

“No, this dust was modeled after me, I am the only guinea pig so no one was harmed in the making. I have to say though, it was quite painful till I got it right.” You laughed out uneasy, scratching your arm  

“ I could only imagine, taking your own tissue for this. What else could it do?”

“Well. I know that Mr. Stark isn’t into weapons anymore, so I pitched him the enhancing technique only. The dust’s only function right now sadly is shaping.” Your fingers danced as the vibranium cloud formed Captain America’s shield, before turning into a sword. “As long as I have enough information of structure, function and the way the object works I can make it.” Your footsteps were confidant and strong.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. the window if you please.”

Certainly Miss

   The clicking sound of the metal around the glass flung the object open. Your hand reached outside and pointed towards the sky. “My uncle had a deep interest in weapons so naturally I learned as well by listening to him.” The dust wrapped around your hand and formed a Heckler Koch pistols. With the pull of the trigger you shot into the air, making Bruce jump from the sound.

“I am sorry about that, I should have warned you.” You giggled stepping in

“That is a completely functional firearm. His breath normalized as his body took him right up to you, running his hands over the gun “ This is, something I can’t even imagine.” Eyes scanning every inch of it looking like a perfect mold “How does it look so solid? Smooth, no trace of it even being made from any smaller particle. ”

“Oh that, intra-atomic pressure. Kind of like gravity times 100 or more. If I pitched this to Mr.Stark I think the selling point would have been…”your fingers gently pulled the weapon out of Dr.Banner’s hand as the vibranium flew from the outside to the magazine “ It doesn’t run out of ammo since I call it back at anytime AND once in the body I can infest it.”

“It could travel through the blood stream and form clumps in certain organs!” he gasped

“I could have gone a bit more sadistic with this one, but I will stop talking now.” You laughed out sending your project back to its jar, securely tightened up. 

“How far is your limit? I mean is there a distance at which you can’t sense the partials, any mental fatigue or physical? You are amazing! This is something out of this world truly, no wonder Tony accepted your application. I wouldn’t be able to come up with anything closely resembling…wow.” He kept praising you each time his mouth opened

“Banner.” Light and confident footsteps accompanied the familiar playboy voice inside the lab

Welcome back Sir

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. medical bay on standby please.”

As you wish Sir

“I would appreciate it if you stepped back from my new intern and helped out a bit. We have injured coming in stat.” Tony waved his hand and Bruce pulled away from you, cleaning the couch on his side “You too miss intern. No slacking off just because it’s your first day. Treat it as orientation.”

“Yes Mr. Stark.” Panic rose up inside you again as you tried to follow what Dr. Banner was doing. Injured? Were the rest of the Avengers on a mission this whole time? It didn’t matter, you were mobilized as well and for a second it felt kind of cool, like you were also an agent fighting crime. The grunts and groans pulled you back to Earth as Captain America’s large frame stepped inside.  

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Red Beard Wall Turn Loose New Single “Go Forth” from Forthcoming LP ‘3′

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

Review by Tom Hanno

I love the positivity that comes from RED BEARD WALL mastermind, who is a fine gentleman that goes by the name of Aaron Wall. His drive to create an atmosphere of love, respect, and community is one that touches my very soul, as does the music he creates. In that spirit, we are going to heap some communal love on the new Red Beard Wall album, 3, which is available through Desert Records on July 2nd.

Sleeping Village Reviews recently said that "The Red Beard Wall experience has been--and always will be, I suspect--a deliberately jarring one.", which is a statement that I completely agree with. The band is also one that I feel has grown from album to album, but never so much as on this new effort.

I've always liked Aaron's vocals, which occasionally remind me of Dixie Dave from Weedeater; the sharp, brutal rasp he gets is the perfect counterpoint to his cleans. Aaron uses much more of those clean vocals on 3, and they mesh with his harsh vocals in a way that showcases dynamics, melody, and power.

We also have the powerhouse drumming of Roderick Pink, who's playing holds everything together, while keeping the parts super interesting; something that is really key to a two man band working for me. I really like what he adds to all the great things Aaron is doing on the guitar.

This is the part where I'm probably gonna piss off some guitar players, but they'll get over it. I can't stand what most guitarists do for tapping, it's overrated filler material that can really take away from the song if done improperly. That's why the first track on 3, "Tap", sticks out to me, it's tapping done with melody, and isn't a blur of fingers across multiple strings and frets; in other words, it's not overrated filler material.

The rhythmic flow is extremely hypnotic as Aaron slowly taps out an extremely memorable melody line; I will find myself repeating it in my head for hours after hearing it last. Everything about this section is amazing to me, and it grabbed my attention immediately.

Once "Tap" transitions into chords, and a seemingly quicker pace, (I don't believe the tempo increases much, if at all), the intensity increases, and, therefore, so does the head bobbing in time with the track. This section exhibits a ton of power, with super clean, heavy riffs before sliding deftly into "Move Forth."

If you've been paying attention, it will come as no surprise that Aaron is super positive about, well, everything. Even while talking about the current state of human affairs in "Move Forth", Aaron is able to put a positive spin on things by offering up some common sense; we all need to be banding together to crush what's crushing us.

Can't you see, together you and me Will make them shudder. Believe you me, I can see clearly, We'll make it better, Burn the Monopoly down!

This track is very typical of the Red Beard Wall style, but shows more of the clean vocals directly contrasting Aaron's more abrasive vocals. The end result of that is awesome, and I hope to see more of it used on future albums. This goes without even mentioning the full on assault of badass riffage!

The best track on 3 has to be "My Brothers", with it's important message of feminine equality, and that as men, we need to realize that women are not the "weaker" sex.

It's not unmanly, to lift up women, Quite the opposite in my honest opinion, I know no one stronger, than my wife and my daughters Why for centuries, have they been sheep sent to slaughter? How can they be less than, if they birth our sons and fathers? It's truly oxymoronic.

I truly love everything about this song, from the melody line, the lyrical content, the great guitar parts, and the perfect drum parts. The message though, that's the important takeaway from this one, it's factual, and something we all should keep closer to our hearts; "We're gonna do better for you, we promise to do better for you!"

A close second for best track is the heavy, yet melodic, "Leave Me Be." Lyrically, this one is really fitting for me. I can't tell you how many times I have felt exactly what Aaron has penned for this song.

Solitude has continued to be Calm for me, sweet serenity, No one do I care to please, Leave Me Be, just Leave Me Be, Alone where my thoughts complete, Leave Me Be, just Leave Me Be.

The riffs are palm-muted for the intro, which helps add that thud we feel in our chests when the music is pumped up loud. As the vocals come in, so does the riff open up, and begin to flow with the vocals. There is no shortage of heavy throughout, and I'm sure that won't disappoint anyone.

This track is also one where positivity seems to be sparse, but a positive message can still be inferred from what is sung; we're not alone, we all feel this way sometimes, and it's not wrong to take the time needed to "Move Forth".

There are five other songs on the album, five songs that I'll leave you in the dark on, but rest assured, there isn't a bad song on the entire album.

Red Beard Wall has grown in their songwriting, and 3 exemplifies the chances that are being taken. The addition of more clean vocal work is a pleasant surprise, and it really helped to push the band forward as a whole. 3 is available on July 2nd, yet CDs are actually out there now (mine came about three days ago), with vinyl releasing soon. So do the smart thing, and head over to Bandcamp for pre-orders. Enjoy!

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Out Of The Woods Chapter 2

 A/N: Alrighty, here's a filler for you guys. Yes it’s going to be one of those slow burn stories. But trust me it will be worth it. I have not proof read this I apologize for any mishaps. I am very excited to show more of this story as it progresses. Also thank you so much to @jtargaryen18​ she has definitely helped me move this story along.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: No big spoilers. Just some of the things you hear off of the trailer.

Word Count: 1468

Chapter 1

Andy Barber appeared on the outside like any other family man, a good paying job, a nice home in a nice city, a beautiful wife and a very smart son. He had it all, but on the inside his life was on the brink of collapse. He and his wife Laurie never slept in the same bed anymore, he had begun taking up residence in the guest bedroom. His son had become distant and moody, though his son was a teenager and most teens start to become moody, it was very unusual for his son. Then there was his sex life, which since he and Laurie had been fighting that part of his life had become non-existent. Which left him lusting after a co-worker, one that was younger than him and hadn’t been in the firm for as long as he had but was already fantastic at her job; which led him to bump heads with her. He had never met such a strong willed woman, she was the extreme opposite to his wife. Y/n spoke her mind didn’t let people including the men around the firm push her around, she never took no for an answer when it came to cases making her one of the best DA’s in the firm. He loved his wife, but recently things had changed. His feelings for her had changed, it wasn’t because they were getting older. It was because there was no spark left in their relationship, though he was determined to try to make it work for the sake of their son. But damn Y/n Y/l/n out of his head, though she didn’t know it and he was way too proud to admit it; but she had him hooked. So there she sat on the other side of the meeting table, pen between her lips. What was she thinking about? He hadn’t realized that he had been staring until their boss came in to announce that he and Y/n were to be leading any new cases along with other colleagues. Andy gave a smug smile towards Y/n. “Looks as though you’re in with the adults now kiddo.” He gave her a wink before walking towards his office. He already had plans to get home so he and Laurie could talk, it would be the best time because his son Jacob was out with friends and wouldn’t be home until around dinner time. As he was walking out of the building he couldn’t help but over hear a colleague talk about asking Y/n out on a date. Andy couldn’t help but scoff, like she would go for some loser like Jack Louis. She wouldn’t right? Why was he even concerned about who she dated, she wasn’t his. But, he needed her to be.

Walking into his house, he could smell that his wife had been cooking which meant he was in for a long night of either arguing or silence. He desperately hoped for the latter, but life isn’t nice to men who long for someone who is not their wife. “Nice to see that you came home early Andy, we need to talk.” Laurie said turning to look at him her hands resting on her hips. Andy sighed running a hand down his face, as he hung up his coat and bag before grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Alright Laurie, what do we need to talk about?” He said popping off the cap of the cold bottle. “I want to make things work. If not for us for Jacob.” Laurie stated walking over to her husband resting her hands on his shoulders. “What do you say? Why don’t we rekindle this flame?” Andy sighed softly taking a long sip of his beer. “Let’s talk about this later.” He spoke before tilting his head towards the sound of the front door. Upon seeing their son Jacob enter the room they put on forced smiles.

Andy heard his alarm sound from his phone, groaning he turned it off and ran his hand over his face. He knew Laurie would be out running and he obviously knew that Jacob wasn’t up yet, so he got up walking over to his sons room and knocked on the door. “Jake time to get up.” He spoke as he opened up the bedroom door. “Come on Jacob, let me see those eyes.” After a bit Jacob finally popped his head up from under the covers and groaned to let his dad know that he was up. Once Andy finished getting dressed, he headed down to the kitchen seeing the normal sight he usually saw. Laurie pouring two cups of coffee and Jacob eating breakfast. Little did he know, his life was about to turn upside down. That morning he got a call saying he needed to be at a certain location, there had been a murder and they needed him and his co-worker Y/n Y/l/n to be at the scene. He let out a sigh and pulled out his cell before calling Y/n. “Y/L/N, we have a new case. They need us at the scene as soon as possible.” When she spoke his breath hitched a bit. Y/n told him she would meet him at the scene, and with that he headed on his way to the crime site. Andy got there before Y/n and soon noticed that the weather had become colder, the sun could no longer be seen like it had been earlier that day and it had seemed like it was going to rain. But when Y/n arrived it was as if his body became warmer, like he was borrowing her body heat it wasn’t sexual; it was more comforting. Andy snapped out of it as the two of them ducked underneath the yellow police tape. “Nothing worse than a kid.” Spoke a detective when he heard the victim’s name he stopped in his tracks, the kid went to the same school as his son. Andy seemed to have spaced, he didn’t want to think about it and didn’t want to be one of the parents that would be thinking it could’ve been his own kid down there. He snapped out of his daze when Y/n called his name. “Hmm?” He hummed and turned his gaze towards her. “Any leads to go off of?” She asked her head tilted slightly. “No. None yet.” He sighed heavily rubbing at his beard. “You know him don’t you.” She spoke a bit more sternly her arms folded over her chest. “He and Jacob went to school together, know his parents but not much.” He said shaking his head.

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You sighed softly, Andy had just revealed to you that he personally knows the family of the murdered boy. “Are you sure it’s wise for you to be on this case Andy? Lynn might not agree when she finds out.” You spoke softly but enough to make him know that you were serious. “Um. Yeah it shouldn’t be a conflict.” He said before disappearing. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed out in frustration, you knew what you were about to do was something that could break any trust with your work partner. Taking out your phone you called Lynn. “Lynn we have a problem.” You said.

Here you were sitting in your boss’ office 3 days after the murder, you knew this was going to break your co-worker but it needed to be done. When he walked in, he definitely wasn’t in a good mood. You chewed on you lip nervously. “Andy, we found a print on the victim it’s partial but it’s a print. The finger print that has been lifted from the victim is your sons. Y/n will be taking over the case.” Lynn spoke calmly. Andy looked at you and then back at Lynn. “You’ve arrested my son?!” He spoke loudly.  “Not yet, but they are preparing to get a search warrant.” You spoke up, when his eyes met yours. You felt uneasy, his usual bright blue eyes seemed almost grey. It wasn’t until he stormed out that you noticed that you had been holding your breath.  “Y/n are you alright.” Lynn asked you. “Yes ma’am I’m fine.” You spoke before leaving to go to your apartment that you shared with your roommate Diana. “Hey loser, I ordered take out. I figured you hadn’t eaten yet.” She yelled at you from the kitchen. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, it had seemed as if you were sighing a lot lately and for many different reasons. You walked into the kitchen and gave a small smile to her. “That rough huh?” She said raising a brow at you. “You don’t know the half of it.” You said jumping onto the counter and grabbing the beer she had handed to you.

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Linked - Part 3 (E.D.)

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A/N: A bit of a filler chapter, but part four should be coming sooner than later! (next day or two)

A crick in her neck was the first thing Anna felt when she woke up the next morning, along with a dull pain between her legs. She was quick to roll over in the bed, momentarily forgetting where she was. Until she noticed the empty bed next to her along with completely untouched sheets - Ethan didn’t sleep here. 

The soft rumble of voices from the other room let her know he was at least in the room. She wasn’t going to let last night ruin the rest of the week - this would probably be one of the only times she would ever leave Hailette. Throughout her entire life she had been shot down - reminded of her place as a woman - it had never dwindled her grit. 

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“Would the two of you like breakfast to be served here, Mr. Dolan?” Jonathan questioned Ethan, his hand gripping a pen and paper to take orders. 

“Yes, please.” Ethan nodded, pausing for a moment when he heard the shower in the bedroom turn on - she was awake. “Just - um - order one of everything.”

“Of course.” Jonathan smiled, bowing before stepping out of the room. 

Ethan had no idea what Anna would want for breakfast. Did she like pancakes? Maybe bacon? Was she not a breakfast person? He knew nothing about her and yet he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with her. 

A few moments later, Anna emerged from the bedroom - now donning a red sundress. She felt odd exposing her knees - it wasn’t against any rules, but it was usually cold in Hailette, so longer dresses were more common. She had left her hair free - something she had to do if it had gotten wet in the shower - otherwise it would dry strangely. 

“Good morning.” Ethan quipped, taking a sip of his coffee and leaning into the sofa. “Coffee?”

“No, sir.” Anna shook her head, sitting down across from him and crossing her legs. “Wives having caffeine is frowned upon.”

“Oh, yes.” Ethan nodded, somewhat rolling his eyes. He had never been a stickler for rules - especially those he found useless. Wives not being able to have caffeine seemed exceedingly useless.”Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, sir - did you?” Anna responded, her eyes resting on his shoulder - not wanting to look him in the eyes, but knowing she should give him attention. 

“I did, thank you…. Jonathan came by to take our breakfast order. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I asked him to bring one of everything.” He spoke casually. 

“Oh.” Anna nodded, so confused by the man sitting before her. One moment he seemed so cold, the next he was trying to be caring. “I’m not too picky, but I do prefer something sweet - thank you.”

The pair ate their breakfast in silence - Anna secretly wished she could’ve asked Jonathan to stay when he dropped off the food. She had never deemed herself a quiet person, but she just didn’t know what to say to Ethan - he was a mystery to her. 

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Anna and Ethan spent the rest of the day lounging by their cabana that was situated on the water - Anna was sure it was the most beautiful place she had ever been. The water was so clear she could see straight to the bottom. Ethan, on the other hand, had spent most of the day speeding around on a jet ski - a vehicle Anna wasn’t allowed to ride. Ethan wouldn’t have cared if she had said she wanted to, but she wouldn’t have dared to ask even though she desperately wanted to. 

Anna wasn’t too disappointed that she got to spend an entire day alone, lounging on the wood paneling behind their cabana. This was the most privacy she had had in years. She dipped her feet into the clear water occasionally to cool herself off, but she wasn’t sure if Ethan would allow her to wear the bright red swimsuit in her suitcase. 

Jonathan had brought the pair lunch and dinner, giving Anna a knowing look when he noticed her move to eat both meals alone on the patio. Jonathan had been Ethan’s assistant for the last four years - not every upper class man had one, but the Dolans were a very important family. Learning the family business while trying to make the most of freedom was nearly a full time job and Ethan didn’t have time to be wasting on mundane activities. With that being said, Jonathan knew Ethan quite well and he knew whoever his poor wife would be would not be receiving any sort of affection from him. 

“Would you like to return to the suite to sleep tonight?” Ethan interrupted Anna’s thoughts as she traced a small pattern on the wood she was sitting on.

“This cabana would be so beautiful to wake up in…” Anna sighed, staring down at her lap as Ethan contemplated her words. 

“That’s fine - you can sleep here and I will take the master in the suite.” Ethan shrugged, thinking nothing of the compromise - he wasn’t planning on sharing a bed with her while they were here. 

As badly as Anna wanted to say something, she held her tongue. Ethan wasn’t her mother and she knew she couldn’t get away with some snarky comment. “Yes, sir.”

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The rest of the week went similarly - Anna spent her days alone - as did Ethan. He jet skied, scuba dove, went cliff jumping - anything he could to feel free again. The last day of their vacation, Anna decided she was going to swim in the ocean before they left - this could be her last chance ever. Ethan had only been coming to the cabana every few hours to use the restroom, he had left only thirty minutes ago, so she felt as though she was in the clear from seeing him. 

She slipped the red suit up over her bare body, pausing for a moment to look into the mirror. Truthfully, she’d never spent too much time observing her body. Her mother had taught her to not expect much from her body aesthetically. Upper class women were not allowed to exercise aside from walking - after having a baby, it was nearly impossible for women to get their figures back. Anna was taught not to dwell on how she looked - and she tried not to - but right now, she couldn’t help but stare at her curves. The suit accentuated her hour-glass shape and the swells of her breasts and bottom; she knew she looked beautiful. 

“Red really suits you.”

Ethan’s voice made her jump, a small shriek leaving her mouth as she turned around to gawk at him - unsure how he entered the cabana without her hearing. 

“Don’t worry - I don’t mind you wearing that.” Ethan gave her a tight lipped smile, slipping into the bathroom quickly. As he shut the door behind him, he let out a frustrated sigh - she looked good, as fuck. She had an ass on her and the way the red fabric contrasted with her skin made his heart race; he didn’t know what to do. He wanted her, he truly did - but she didn’t want him and he wasn’t the type to force someone to do something they didn’t want to. Lower class women threw themselves at him in hoards, he’d never dealt with someone not being absolutely enthralled about having sex with him. 

Anna let out a shaky breath as she hurried out of the cabana, eager to get into the water before Ethan came out of the bathroom. She eased herself down the stairs into the water, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving her mouth as she felt the cool water lap up around her waist. Hailette upper class women weren’t taught to swim, their husbands were to protect them if they were ever in a dire situation where they needed to swim. Truthfully, Anna had never thought much of needing to swim - Hailette was landlocked and Anna had no desire to swim in lakes or public pools. Right now, however, she wished desperately that she was able to sink into the water with ease. She would settle for shuffling down to the lowest step that led into the water and sitting with her shoulders submerged. 

When Ethan stepped out of the cabana, he glanced around at the water, his eyes landing on Anna’s curly hair that she had clearly let out of its usual tight bun. Her head was just barely poking out of the water. 

“Why don’t you get in?” Ethan questioned his wife, heading down the steps to sit next to her. He knew she would want to be alone, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“I don’t know how to swim.” Anna glanced up at him, a small smile on her lips. It was painful how handsome Ethan Dolan was - his beard had gotten thicker over the past few days and his skin had gotten darker as well. 

“Oh yea.” Ethan remembered the rule - something Cameron had screamed and cried about for years as she had to watch her younger brothers have fun in the family pool. “I could help you?”

“That’s against the rules.” Anna whispered, her eyes still on his as he moved closer to her. 

“I’m not going to tell anyone.” Ethan chuckled, his right arm slipping behind her back to pull her to his chest. “Just relax.” His other arm slipped under her knees, fully supporting her as he stepped off into the water. He couldn’t stand, but he knew how to tread water. 

“Ethan - I-” Anna looked up at him with wide eyes as he spun around in the water, letting her feel the pull of the ocean. 

“Shh.” Ethan smiled genuinely, the twinkle in her eyes sent a rush of happiness through him - she had looked so miserable this entire week. “Do you want to get your head wet?”

“Yes.” Anna whispered, trying to control the wide smile she felt playing on her lips. 

“Trust me.” Ethan spoke softly, gripping Anna tightly in his arms before plummeting under the water. He felt her arms clasp around his neck tightly under the water, he pumped his legs to push them both back up. When they resurfaced, Ethan shook his head quickly to get the water out of his hair and eyes. Anna was still holding onto his neck, breathing heavily - trying to gather herself from the feeling. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She breathed, finally opening her eyes to see the tan - wet- man holding her. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” Ethan smiled softly at her again, kicking his legs to move them back over to the stairs. “I didn’t realize your eyes were green.” He spoke casually, tilting his head to stare into them - the sun reflecting the green and golden hues of her eyes. 

“Oh - um - yes.” Anna nodded, feeling herself blush under his stare. “I got my mother’s eyes.” She explained, running her hands through her hair to squeeze the water out of it. 

“They’re quite beautiful.” Ethan nodded at her before pushing himself out of the water and stalking back off down the patio, ready to head back to the hotel for the night. 

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Mr Solomons - Part 3

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Paring: Modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader  Word Count: 1.4k Summary: With your article ready to be published, you can’t keep your mind off a certain handsome distillery owner.   Warnings: swearing A/N: This chapter is a bit of a filler chapter, sorry about that but I promise the next few chapters will make it worth it. Hope you enjoy and if you do please think about leaving a comment!

Sitting in Quinn’s office usually comes with a handful of feelings, pride at a job well done or excitement at the offer of a new piece to work on. But today there’s a different feeling sitting in your stomach as you watch your editor reading over your profile on Alfie. Ever the old-fashioned editor, Quinn insists on reading pieces with a hardcopy, her red pen in hand ready to attack with any corrections that it will no doubt be required before it’s up to her high standard.

You’re usually sure of your work, confident in your ability to capture a person or event or even a place with your words but capturing Alfie in his entirety wasn’t easy and you’re afraid you couldn’t quite describe him well enough, that others would read the piece and come away with a different view of the man you had gotten to know.

After spending time with Alfie at the dog park, you saw a different side to the man, a side of him that made you go back and edit the piece on him not to add what he told you about his fight with Sabini, but to change the way you described him.

“There’s no mention of the fight he got into with his business rival, any reason for that?” Quinn asks without even looking up at you.

“He told me about it, but I didn’t think it was worth including. He doesn’t strike me as a violent man, he was just defending a friend, I don’t think that’s what people need to know about him.

Quinn turns her gaze to you, her grey eyes watching you over the top of her glasses one eyebrow arched above the other.

“Well it’s your piece so it’s your call, it works without it but people who recognise the name will be expecting to read about it,” she says, finally dropping her red pen to her desk and looking at your properly. “You’ve done a good job y/n, you should be proud,” Quinn says, dismissing you as she turns in her chair.

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Just days before the article on Alfie is set to come out, you struggle to keep the man from your thoughts, Alfie the ultimate destination each time your mind wanders from the task at hand. Sitting at home with nothing to do and Nancy’s chattering doing nothing to take your mind off him.

So, you decide to take the day and treat yourself, starting with a manicure, because your nails desperately need it, followed by a cup of coffee from your favourite coffee place and a walk through the park to make the most of the sunny day.

Making your way from the nail place you cut across the street, mouth dropping open at the sight of the man ahead of you. Pulling your headphones from your ears, you are faintly aware that the podcast you had been listening to is still playing when you open your mouth to get his attention.

“Alfie?”

The man in question’s attention turns from his phone in his hand to where you stand in front of him, his eyes widening in surprise. His cane is held in his hand, though he doesn’t appear to be using it, and as you glance at the building he’d just walked out of you notice the word Physiotherapy on the door.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” he asks.

“I live around here, I was just going to get a cup of coffee,” you explain. You glance at his leg, before forcing your eyes back to his. “Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Physiotherapy helps a bit with the pain, gotta keep it moving so it don’t get all fucking stiff yeah?”

“Did you… would you like to get a cup of coffee with me? There’s a park not too far from here, we could go for a walk. For your leg,” you quickly add.

“Yeah, why not?”

Alfie turns to follow by your side down the street, you slow your natural pace down discreetly to give him a chance to keep up with you especially when he starts to use the cane, the wood clacking against the pavement beneath your feet the only way to know he’s started using it.

“You can ask about it. Won’t bite your fucking head off,” Alfie says, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two of you.

“Why do you need it?”

“Sciatica, it’s a pain in the fucking arse,” he grumbles, running a hand through his beard. “Should see Cyril when I need the cane, won’t fucking leave my side, growls if anyone gets too close.”

“That’s sweet, he loves you.”

“Wasn’t sweet when he tried to bite Ollie. First time I had to use the cane after I found Cyril, wouldn’t fucking leave my side all day, Ollie comes over and Cyril tried to bite him as soon as he got too close. Took us months to figure out what was goin’ on,” he explains.

Once inside the coffee shop, you insist on buying his drink to make up for the last time, and while he looks like he wants to argue with you, he doesn’t bother trying to change your mind, simply ordering his drink and letting you take care of the rest.

While waiting for your drinks you notice a few people side eyeing his cane doing your best to keep up the conversation to keep him from noticing though you have no doubt he’s used to recognising odd looks from other people when he uses it, considering how insecure about it he seems to be.

When your name is called it’s like a flood of relief and you lead him quickly from the shop, carrying both cups until he insists he can carry his own. You’re sure he noticed why you rushed him out of the shop, but he doesn’t say anything as you make your way into the park, a comfortable silence hanging between you.

“I found a few of your other profile pieces to read, figured I’d find out what I can expect you to write about me. You’re really fucking good at what you do,” Alfie says, breaking the silence.

The compliment feels like a rush coming from him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you try not to grin outright at him.

“I have to admit, I’m a little nervous for you to read it.”

Alfie grins, running his hand through his beard.

“I ain’t that scary, am I?” he says, his tone playful as the two of you sink into an unoccupied park bench.

“You’re not scary, you’re a big softie,” you tease, earning a laugh out of him as he leans back into the bench, resting the cane over his knees.

Alfie seems more at ease when he smiles like that and you can’t help but smile at the way he crosses his arms over his chest his muscles looking even bigger. Your eyes run along the tattoos that decorate his arms, catching sight of the edge of the one for his mother.

“Who else do you have tattoos dedicated to?”

“Hm? Oh uh, got one for Ollie over ‘ere,” he says, pointing out another one just above his elbow. “And one for my sister up on me shoulder.”

He pulls up the opposite sleeve of his t-shirt, showing off a large tattoo over his shoulder.

“You have a sister?” you ask.

“Yeah, Hannah. She’s younger than me,” he explains, a fond look on his face as he looks at her tattoo.

Everything about him confuses you in the best way. On one the hand, he’s the man who growled at you for no apparent reason, the one who punched a business rival and broke his nose. On the other hand, he’s also the man who took in a puppy who had been abandoned and has tattoos for his mother and his little sister.

“Give me your phone,” Alfie says, holding his hand out.

“Why?”

“Just fucking do it,” he mutters, his tone making you laugh as you unlock your phone and slip it into his hand.

You watch as he opens contacts, creating a new contact for himself.

“You already gave me your number,” you point out.

“That’s my work number, this is my personal number,” he explains.

He sends himself a text, two wink emoji’s before handing your phone back with a grin.

“I look forward to reading the article on Monday, see you round y/n.”

Alfie stands with a soft groan, stretching out before resting the cane against the pavement as he winks at you.

You laugh, waving goodbye as he walks away eyes unable to look away from him until he has disappeared from your view.

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Magical Science (Title In Progress)

If you believe in myth, magic, dragons, and climate change, then lend an ear. Many believe the core, human aspects to a tale such as King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table to hold truth.

What if someone told you that Merlin himself was real? That magic, was real? Avery Daniel Addair has always believed in such things, but who would ever believe him? Could his mentor and professor prove useful in such inquiries?

(Avery) “ I’ll have you know Professor Danes is a very busy man, the school is not his only priority."

(Anna) “ I hear he’s looking for something Arthurian, I hear he’s putting a team together for the spring elective. Please, I need this if I’m going to prove anything in this field. Especially as a woman”

(Avery) “ Look, i’m all for equality and there’s plenty of good women doing what you aspire to do, but it’s not up to me. His methods of choosing his candidates are his own and it matters not what I say. “

*Anna stays her ground, and scrunches her face about to escalate the conversation*

(Avery) “*sigh* If you’re that desperate, try going around him and talk to one of the scientists he’s hired to be on the ‘team’. Marks or Hanlen might hear you out”

(Anna) “ While I’d prefer the head, I guess i’ll take one of the legs….that came out weird..I-”

(Avery) “Good evening Miss Collins”

Closing the red oak door to his small yet efficient office, Avery runs his fingers along the inside, covered in scratch marks and other multitudes of 200 year old wear and tear, poorly covered up with wood filler and stain. He saunters over and slumps down into his old leather chair. The one his father gave to him as a congratulatory present after hearing of his new position at the University. Old but comfortable, it’s cracks telling stories on the ridges of the bottom, nearly visible. But it’s tough tan exterior proved worthy of those long nights at the typewriter. Probably just as old as too. Professor Danes insisted that everything be typed out that way; never trusting technology when it came to his soon-to-be published works.

Avery was always the type of TA that could look the part one minute, and come across as a college/university student the next. Wavy auburn hair never out of place as if by magic, button nose and eyes as green as the grassy meadows of his homeland.

He was a short in stature burly farm boy, plus the charm. Complete with tattoos, hipster beard and deep blue horned rim glasses. Hidden away in layers under Cardigans and denim shirts.

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(Danes) “ As you know I’ve been searching for candidates to assist my team of Scientists, Historians, and Archaeologists..n’ so forth. I would like each of you to tell me in a 600 word essay, as to what it is about Arthurian lore that intrigues you the most”

Mr.Avery and I here, will grade, evaluate and discuss, and determine 3 lucky chosen individuals to accompany us on our journey as assistants in archival and analysis, par example. We aim - we hope, that there shall be evidence suggesting King Arthur and his knights, were in fact real people. I wouldn’t dream of going as far as to suggest that the magical aspect of it all is real, but there’s always people.

There’s always science, and to some that science could be viewed as a form of magic.

My - our goal is to unearth such mysteries.

*Danes looks at the time nervously*

Well, alright, that’s it for today. Hop to it!”

Danes respected Avery on equal terms perhaps, 85% of the time, if he’s lucky. If only people knew that half of the professor's dissertations were written by Avery. And whenever a curvaceous prospect crossed Danes’ radar, Avery caught their attention instead. Could it be that Danes is too old for this generation of students? Or is it that he’s just not as attractive as he thinks he is.?

Greying hair, Danes’ makes a point to keep it short, but long enough to fluff on special occasions. Brown eyes with glints of honey amber dancing around the pupils and partially deaf in his right ear. Otherwise tall, fairly toned, and had a story for every scar he gained in his adventures. Early inspirations include Milo from Disneys' Atlantis, and Indiana Jones. It never fails to amaze anyone either, at the amount of tweed this man owns to don every day for work.

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(Unknown Elf) "D’ah’lell “ Ní mór an Fhoireann a aimsiú riamh. Coinnigh slán é, coinnigh i bhfolach é, agus ná nocht tú féin ach nuair a fuair tú é. "

(Translation) "The Staff must never be found. Keep it safe, keep it hidden, and only reveal yourself when you've found them."

As a swinging ax nearly takes his head off, Avery runs towards the bridge, not knowing who this elf was but unaware of what was happening wasn’t real. Out of breath, and terrified, Avery makes way for an old bridge in view. It's moss covered stone bricks barely strong enough to carry the weight of man at a glance. But with no choice his feet, rendering him light as a feather, hurtled him towards escape. A flash of orange light blinds him and soon as his eyesight returns, it appears he has landed in another unrecognizable part of the forest. Howls of wolves became louder and closer every second he stood still with the dying trees. Looking at his hands, covered in rings of gold, ruby, emerald, and sapphire, they were not his own.

Another flash of orange light and the screaming of a name, Avery whips his head to view a mystery woman cloaked in shadow and red velvet. Running towards her he trips on an elevated root, a searing pain emits from his leg. His eyes locked with that of a wolf of enormous size. It's teeth covered in blood and drool with a crazed glint in it's gaze, a snap of it's jaw and a lunge towards him, death was assured. The Last flash of familiar light is at it's brightest.

Avery springs from his drenched pillows and sheets feeling as if he'd lost a year off his life. Looking around in a panic, as if documenting each dark form from his desk, to his reading nook. The sites and smells were both foreign and comforting to him. It felt like he was living in two different worlds one moment, then back in his bedroom the next.

Coaxing his legs to move, Avery makes it to his desk, rummaging for a pen and paper before a name was gone from memory. Seis.

(Avery) “Seis? That means Melody in irish Gaelic. Why the hell would I dream up something like that?”

A cold and numbing feeling flushes over his face as if he’s about to expel every ounce of bile from the current day, only to find it hard enough to walk to the bathroom in time. His body convulsed at an alarming rate, falling to the ground, flashes of other unknown images flood his thoughts. Nothing comes out. Neither the sickly feeling nor mixed up narrative whirring in his nightmares left him.

Pins and needles slowly faded from his extremities, yet an itch on his left ankle remained, becoming too unbearable not to sate. As he started to scratch a confounded pain shot through his left leg. Pulling away as fast as he had reached, the tips of his fingers appeared to be covered in blood. The wound continues to bleed down past his foot.

(Avery) "Th-That was a dream...wasn't it?"

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Pairing: Albert Wesker x Original Female Character (Shelby Hartford)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A gamer from another universe gets sent to the world of Resident Evil, to the volcano where Albert Wesker was killed. To her horror, the madman survives and the two fall into each other's lives, as much as they didn't want to.

Notes: This chapter is kind of boring, more of a filler than anything else. No warnings, besides Wesker being a dick.

Shelby woke to the sound of the motel door opening, and she groggily opened her eyes, blinking to get the sleep out of them. She saw just blurs for a moment, before her vision cleared and she turned her attention upwards, as Wesker closed the door and locked it behind him.

“Hello, sleeping beauty. You were out for quite some time.” the blond spoke, walking around her bed to place the few bags he had on the little table in the corner.

“What time is it?” she asked, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes from sleep.

“1 in the afternoon.” he replied, searching through the bags. He pulled out a bag of McDonald's and also had a four tier tray with only two large cups in it. He brought over the bag and handed it to her, as well as the cup. “I was not sure what you liked, so I got you hamburgers and fish sandwiches. I can guarantee you are starving.”

“Thanks.” she yawned quietly and took a sip of the liquid, tasting the bitter taste of black coffee. She normally liked sugar in her coffee, but black wasn't bad. She set the cup down on the night stand next to her, and pulled out a hamburger, unwrapping it to eat.

“We'll be changing our appearances today. I got you red hair dye, and myself black. There's no need for contacts for either of us, since I can change my eye color.”

“You.....what?” she asked, her mouth full of hamburger.

“My body has accepted the virus inside me. No longer will I be held down by a serum every day, and such the serum won't affect my abilities. This means I have complete control over the virus inside me, as well as Uroborus.”

Shelby suddenly began choking on her food as the older man said that. She coughed and hacked, finally able to swallow down the food in her mouth. The blond turned his head to look at her, arching a curious eyebrow.

“I-I'm good....” she coughed, quickly taking a sip of her coffee.

Wesker went back to rummaging through the bags, and Shelby felt her chest tighten. If he was infected AND bonded with both the prototype virus he first injected himself with, and the Uroborus virus....then that might've been the reason he survived a fucking lava pit. This made her nervous. What if he turned his back on her? He could kill her with just a flick of his wrist.

But he didn't seem malicious towards her. She couldn't really describe what this really was. Was she even a prisoner? A hostage?

She took the next half hour to think and eat. When Shelby was done eating, Wesker called her into the bathroom and she sighed, getting up and going into the bathroom. She was wearing just a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top....and no bra.

I don't think he would.....he's a guy for fuck's sake. But he hasn't tried anything so far....and it's been a day. She thought, shaking her head before she entered the bathroom, and glanced at the chair Wesker had set up for her, in front of the sink.

“Sit.” he said.

Shelby didn't bother protesting and sat down in the chair that was placed in front of the mirror. She was quiet as he laid a medium-sized towel across her shoulders, his bare hands just barely brushing against her pale flesh. She quietly thought to herself as he mixed the bleach together and slipped on a pair of plastic gloves. Once the substance was mixed up, he poured a considerate amount into his hand and began to soak her locks in the wet substance.

Shelby felt goosebumps form on her flesh from the contact. Her head was incredibly sensitive and it was an easy way to get her to calm down or fall asleep. Wesker's hands were insanely warm to the touch and she had a hunch that was from the mixture of viruses in his system.

“This will be easier than expected, since your hair is rather short.” the blond spoke, smoothing her bangs away from her forehead as he got them coated in the substance.

Shelby didn't speak for a moment, only tilting her head when she was told to. It wasn't until he was halfway done with her hair that she began to get curious, and finally spoke up. “Why am I here?”

Wesker paused, and his covered eyes seemed to glance down at her since he had tilted his chin down a bit. “A rather interesting question. Why are you here?”

“Don't be so cryptic.” she muttered. “Am I a hostage?”

“No.”

“A prisoner?”

“No.”

“Then why am I here?”

“You already know the answer to that question.” he replied.

Shelby rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly. “What do you want?”

“However do you mean?”

“Just answer the question.”

“What do I want?” he repeated the question, thoughtfully. “More or less, to find that organization that wants myself, and you.”

“Any idea why they would want me?”

“I haven't the slightest clue. Perhaps because you appeared in a volcano and have no idea where you came from.”

Yeah, and it happened to be the same volcano that you supposedly died in. Shelby thought with a scoff.

“Why did you appear in the heart of a volcano, girl?” Wesker's voice broke through her thoughts.

“How should I know?” she sighed. “My memory is fuzzy....I don't remember much except I know who you are, and what you've done.”

“It seems to be rather suspicious that you know who I am, but not where you came from.” he said, running his hands through her locks once more before he pulled his hands away. “1 hour. I will set a timer.”

Shelby got out of the chair and went back into the other room, sitting on her bed. She watched as the blond cleaned up the mess from the bleach kit, and put the remaining items into a small zip lock bag. She remained quiet for the briefest of moments before she spoke again. “What's going to happen?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?”

Her stomach churned.

His question, or comment made her rethink her actions. He sounded quite annoyed with her questions, and it made her insecurities bubble up to the surface. She always had been a bit sensitive to the way people thought about her, or when she had heard them whisper about her behind her back. She once had a friend who pretended to be her friend for an entire year, and had spoken about her behind her back the whole time, causing Shelby's massive distrust in strangers.

Wesker was no stranger, but he didn't know her, and she didn't know him personally, only who he was through a television screen.

Nonetheless, his comment made her go quiet and she went to her notebook.

Once the timer went off, Wesker called for her to come into the bathroom and she did so without speaking. She was quiet the entire time her hair was rinsed, and the silence was absolutely deafening. But she couldn't bring herself to speak up. It was only when they were putting the red dye in that he finally broke the silence.

“You're awfully quiet. Is something wrong?”

Yeah, you're an asshole who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings but your own. Shelby thought, but refused to speak up.

Wesker didn't ask her again. He remained quiet as well, working on her hair until it was coated in the red dye and put a timer on for thirty minutes. She went out to the other room while he worked on his own hair, and it wasn't moments after that he called for her.

“I'm afraid I need your assistance.”

“Fine.” she said, walking into the bathroom and searching for the plastic gloves. “Is there another pair of gloves?”

“I have them on right now.” he spoke. “I'm afraid there's no spare pair.”

Shelby sighed in irritation. Her hands would be fine, but dye was a bitch to wash off. “Just sit down and don't move.”

To her surprise, the blond didn't argue and sat down in the chair. She came up from behind him and squirted some of the dye into her hands, and began to scrub the substance into the blond-turning-black locks. It was going to be odd seeing Wesker with black hair. Now all he needed to do was grow a beard and nobody would recognize him.

She felt his gaze on her when her fingers remained a bit close to his forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat and had to resist the urge to dig her thumbs into his eyes.

That red, cat-like gaze unnerved her.

A while later, Wesker came out of the bathroom, hair completed. She blinked and he arched an eyebrow at her. “It just looks odd. Blond suits you better.” she said.

“Hm.” was all he said and walked to his bed, cleaning up the mess from the dye kits.

Shelby finished writing down her thoughts in her notebook and closed it, snapping the pen into the binding and tossing the notebook onto her backpack on the floor. She heard the older man shuffling around as he cleaned up, and her hazel gaze slowly maneuvered around the room, and then stopped.

There was a gun sitting on the end table next to the chair by the window.

Shelby side-eyed the older man, and when she realized he wasn't looking, she turned her gaze back to the gun. The safety was on, but she knew how to use a gun, so she could easily turn the safety off without making a fool of herself. She glanced to Wesker again, and she stood up when he turned towards her slightly.

“Something the matter?” he asked.

Shelby didn't speak. She bolted. The fingers of her good hand wrapped around the gun and she picked it up, her index finger resting on the trigger (of course, after she took the safety off). Her body turned towards Wesker, and she saw the slightly surprised expression on his face, before it softened to a calmer one.

“And what do you plan to do with that?” he questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“I don't know yet. But I feel safer with it.” Shelby replied.

“You won't pull the trigger.”

“Try me.”

Wesker went quiet for a moment, before he spoke again. “You wouldn't survive on your own.”

“I have, and I will. I don't need protection.”

“You do seem perfectly capable of defending yourself.” he commented. “However, this is not a mere thief we are dealing with.”

“I know. But I also know that you're equally as dangerous as the people after us. Who's to say you won't just kill me after this is over.”

“I have no intention of killing you, girl.”

“Shelby. Not girl. But again, you don't care about anything except yourself.”

“You happen to know an awful lot about me for someone who lost their memories.” he said.

Wesker began to approach her, and Shelby swore she saw a flash of red from behind those sunglasses. It unnerved her to no end, even though he wasn't supposed to exist.

“Stay back.” she warned.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No. Don't come any closer. I'll shoot you.”

“If you are so informational about me, you know that a bullet won't hurt me. It will only annoy me further than I already am.”

Shelby paused, considering his words. A bullet wouldn't hurt him, but he could hurt her if he wanted to. Hell, he already did. A broken arm and part of her shoulder gone. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt hot, calloused fingers curl around her wrist in a firm grip. She froze upon feeling suffocated, and remained frozen when his free hand slid up her left shoulder, fingers curling around the back of her neck and brushing against the short hairs there.

Wesker was too close and it made her anxiety rise to dangerous levels.

“You're trembling.” he spoke softly, yet in such a tone that made her realize she was shaking.

“No.” she said quietly.

“Perhaps you're afraid of me, but you're too prideful to admit it.” he said, and she could feel his breath hot against her earlobe.

Her fingers trembled. They loosened the hold they had on the gun. Her fear grew.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No....I'm afraid of what you can do.” she admitted.

“Is that so?” he asked. “And what do you believe I can do?”

Shelby is quiet for a moment. She's not sure how to respond. She doesn't want to tell the truth, not yet.

“I don't know.” she murmured.

Wesker released her, taking the gun from her grasp. Shelby finally turns away from him, now actually noticing her trembling.

“I would suggest you sleep. We'll be leaving at midnight.”

Shelby closes her eyes, and exhales shakily. She wasn't sure if she could sleep after that.

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