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jungle-angel · 6 months

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Seeing Spots: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are surprised beyond words when Royal brings home an early Christmas present for the two of you

Tagging: @desert-fern Fern my friend, I made good on my promise last night and here it is (lol).

You and Rhett were all too happy to be walking around the ranch on such a crisp day. The snow had begun to fall, almost completely blanketing the land in its frosty, wintery glory. You weren't too huge of a fan of having the cattle out in the field all day, but they desperately needed to graze before the hands took them all in for the night while the same went for the horses.

"Gonna be a Vikings' winter darlin," Rhett remarked feeding one of the mares a carrot from the kitchen fridge.

"Ugh," you groaned. "Don't remind me."

"Cows ain't gonna be the issue either it's the damn horses," Rhett added. "Can't get'em in the barn all at once, they spook during snowstorms..."

"You know what we need?" you asked.

"A fuckin drink," Rhett chuckled.

"No," you laughed. "We need a horse dog."

"We've got Diesel though," Rhett said.

"Rottweilers are cattle dogs Rhett."

"And Ruby."

"Rhett," you said giving him the side eye look. "Ruby's practically a lapdog."

"Hey I once saw said lapdog come runnin back with a dead bird in her mouth and drop it at Dad's feet," Rhett pointed out. "Cockers are bird dogs, fight me on it."

You laughed and shook your head. You couldn't remember how many times Cecelia's little squish nosed cocker spaniel had come running back to the house with a bird to drop on the front porch, annoying the hell out of Royal who thought it was the cats.

You heard the crunch and snap of frozen gravel a minute later and saw Royal pulling the truck up the driveway and Ruby barking in the upstairs window. Rhett noticed the sneaky grin on his father's face and the laugh that followed, knowing instantly that Royal was up to something.

"Dad what'd you do?" Rhett questioned.

"Nothin son, nothin," Royal insisted.

"Don't gimme that look Dad," Rhett told him. "Either ya'll did something to piss Ma off or ya'll beat the shit outta Perry again."

"Nah Perry's still in jail, he ain't gettin out Amy's twenty one," Royal chuckled. "I was gonna save it for Christmas but I figured I'd better not."

You and Rhett looked at each other, scrunching your eyebrows with curiosity at what your father-in-law could have possibly gotten you.

Royal opened the back door to the truck and to your astonishment, out jumped two Dalmatians, a male and a female with the most gorgeous black and white coats you had ever seen. Your jaws dropped when they came running right to you, putting their paws up and licking your faces as you and Rhett scritched their ears.

"Dad where the hell did you find these two?" Rhett asked, giving the male his full share of ear scritches.

"Found'em downtown at the shelter," Royal answered. "Billy said he went up to the res to go see Shania's family and they were just wanderin around."

"Lemme guess," Rhett said. "Mrs. Burch made a big stink about'em?"

"Fuckin bitch threatened to have'em put down if she found'em in her yard," Royal spat. "She called and complained to Joy about it, but ya'll know her."

Rhett chuckled a little as the male let out a high pitched whine, giving Rhett his paw. "Well," he said. "They'll have a good home here."

"That's exactly why I got'em," Royal explained. "It's you and (y/n) in dog form."

Rhett laughed again and hugged his father. "Thanks Dad," he said.

"Not a worry son," Royal told him. "They're gonna need names, just so you know."

Rhett instantly began to remember the days when he was a small child, the tough days when Cecelia would have to go to Casper to take care of her mother, leaving Rhett to stay home with Royal. Royal had unfortunately not been the most attentive, having to deal with Perry's behavioral problems both at home and at school, leaving Rhett in the care of Grandpa River and Oma Heidi, his grandparents. Rhett remembered those cold winter days when Oma Heidi would make him a cozy spot in her basement and let him watch movies on the weekends, the woodstove going while he was snuggled amongst all the blankets and pillows she had made and some she had brought with her from Switzerland. Suddenly, the memory of one of his favorite films sprang into his mind and so too did the perfect names for your new companions.

"Remember when I was real little and Oma Heidi would let me watch all those Disney movies in her basement?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah ya'll watched A Hundred And One Dalmatians until the damn tape broke," Royal laughed.

Rhett smiled and bit his lip.

"The hell's that look for?" Royal asked him.

"I've got the perfect names for'em," Rhett chuckled.

You cast that same look at your husband, knowing that Amy would love them too. And so it was, your newfound friends were named Pongo and Perdita by Rhett, their names springing from the childhood memories he held near and dear to him.

Very quickly the two had proved their worth on the ranch, guiding the horses back into the barn at night amidst the howling wind and snow, calming them too when they would get spooked by the loud winds or the snapping of the timbers in the cold. At night, you and Rhett were all too glad to have them with you, Royal, Cecelia, Amy, Hannah and your twin boys.

Those nights were spent by the fireplace in your living room, the fire crackling away while Rhett, Royal, Rip Wheeler, Kayce and John Dutton and two of your friends from the res, Wes Redwood and his father Russel and their families, gathered in your home to banish the winter blues. One night while you and Cecelia were clearing away the dishes, the boys had all begun to sing around the fire while Pongo and Perdy jumped in with them, their howls throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. Some mornings you would awake to find your two spotted friends either in Amy's room, Hannah's room or in the boys' nursery, safely protecting them while they slept.

And you couldn't have asked for a better pair than that.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #amy abbott #royal x cecelia

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dracwife · 9 months

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nightmares.

ship: absolute penance -> william/heidi

word count: 783

summary: heidi wakes up from a night terror.

He hears that voice, even now.

"Hello, Heidi."

It echoes in his mind. He closes his eyes. Opens them.

He's back in that room. He feels the pain, every last bit of it, the scars healed months ago. They open again. He's bleeding. It hurts.

He cries out. Nobody hears.

But he won. He fucking won. Why was he back here?

The ticking. He hears it. Feels himself pulled closer to death. The razor wire digs into his skin.

He closes his eyes. Waits for death.

Snap. Not of the wire that he desperately pulls at, cutting deeper with every movement. But a crunch, a sickening one. His arm, his shoulder, snaps. He screams in agony.

He closes his eyes again. Opens them.

He's back in that cage, with the woman, and the boy. They're speaking to him. He doesn't hear.

"Do you have a family?" she asks through tears.

"Not really. But…I have someone. He's everything to me."

He's not speaking, but it's his voice anyways. He closes his eyes. Hears the woman cry, the boy yell.

"You killed my father, you motherfucker!"

He opens his eyes. William's there, falling to his knees. Begging for his life.

The boy holds back tears. Heidi pleads. His voice is weak. Barely there. The boy looks at him.

"But I won't be a murderer like you."

He sobs. Both of them do. He falls into William's arms, but there's nothing there.

Nothing but the snap again, of bone and flesh. The ticking. The cuts, deep enough to see muscle and fat, the blood covered pallor of his skin. It pulls under his legs, at his hands on the ground. He's dying. It hurts. So fucking bad. He looks towards his lover -- he's kneeling there, on the ground. Pleading. The boy looks at him. scoffs.

He pulls the lever. He's chosen death.

Heidi wakes, gasping for air. The sheets tangle around his limbs, and for a moment he thinks it's the razor wires again, pulling him backwards. His shoulder hurts as it bends at an awkward angle, he cries out.

The bed next to him shifts with a start and the figure turns, eyes barely open but still very much aware.

"Hey, you're okay. You're alright."

Heidi looks at William through tears, even though the reassurances would usually help, they don't now. Not between the searing of his arm and the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He falls into the other's grasp, clinging desperately to his shirt, shuddering breaths shaking them both.

"It was just a dream. You're okay. We're okay."

Heidi shakes his head. Buries his face into William's chest.

"It seemed so real --"

"I know. They always do."

"You died," Heidi's voice is barely a whisper as he breathes in the soft scent of his partner's body wash, still fresh. He must not have been asleep very long.

William falls silent. A bittersweet grin tugs at his mouth, he lets out a nervous, breathy chuckle.

"Well, I didn't. I'm here now."

His arms wrap around Heidi, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as he does. He presses a kiss to the side of Heidi's neck, sighing; His breath fans the other's skin, a comfort, a reminder no matter how vague that they were alive, both of them, and safe. He mumbles something along the same line.

Heidi scoffs, nudging away Will's head as it comes dangerously close to resting against his shoulder, which still aches with resounding pain even now. Permanent nerve damage, that's what the doctors told him. The scarring, the pain, he didn't so much mind it anymore, not even as his doctors constantly encouraged him to break, to rest, to take medical leave -- but he couldn't. Not when he so desperately needed the distraction, the company. He could handle the pain, sure. But not the fear. Not the nightmares. The anxiety, the stress of being alone, of sleeping, fuck, he couldn't even stand to hear the tick of a clock anymore without his mind screaming there was something wrong, taking him back months to relive every waking moment of that fucking torture John called salvation.

Will's arms pull him closer, cognisant now of his injury.

"We're gonna get through this, Heids," his voice drops low as he kisses him gently, "I promise you. I love you."

"...Love you too."

They ready in silence, Heidi listening intently to the beat of William's heart as they lay intertwined on the bed.

Heidi finds himself drifting off again, but this time, in the gentle touch of his love, he finds that he does not dream of the past. He doesn't wake in fear of being alone. Instead, he dreams of their future, together.

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friendscfmine · 2 months

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▸ @diresang ⟶ ❛ ’ Playing with matches again? ’ (kyle @ stan :3) ❜

Orange flames curled around twigs and bits of paper, scraps of songs and poetry that would have ended up in a landfill, anyway. It was better this way—fire in moderation was good for the ecosystem or something like that.

Stan held his knees pinned against his chest and stared into the flames, one ear pricked to the crunching in the brush behind him. The step, the voice—he would know them anywhere, so there was no need for him to look up to see who it was.

“A burnt child loves the fire,” Stan monotonously quoted from Dorian Gray. He had been big into reading since moving out to the farm, since there wasn’t anyone to play sports with, and Heidi had let him borrow a lot of her Gothic literature recommendations. He’d had a hard time paying attention to Frankenstein—the movies were better—but Dorian Gray was all right. It was hard to go wrong with that Faustian shit, and certain passages from it left him flushed and breathless.

He looked up at Kyle with large, round eyes, as if pulled out of a trance and dazed about his current whereabouts. “It saves room in the trashcan,” he said, with a bit more life in his voice, and then he patted the spot on the ground next to him. “And it’s as good as they deserve.”

#ic :: ( stan )#int :: ( thread )#ver :: teen ( stan )#diresang #//still hilarious that you sent this to patrick at first lmao

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familylightfox · 5 months

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@reflections-of-mobius asked:

With the first snowfall of the season beginning, and his recovery well underway... Bless had elected to take up shopping that evening, alongside Harmony. There were some things he wanted to get as a surprise- namely, some ingredients for a certain hybrid's favorite dessert, and possibly some wintery decorations for the inn itself..

With a few rings from his savings, he'd even gone so far as to get a small block of wood to carve in his spare time. Sure, the first winter they'd all spent together, Bless had gifted Harmony and Volt a carving a piece...and he may have been thinking of another...but there was a different idea in mind, this time.

"I think we've got everything, Harms." He hadn't tried to hide the wooden block, knowing that might result in more suspicion. Instead, he was lax as he made his way back to Harmony in the market square, feeling a few flakes of snow settle into his thicker fur as he did. "Everything we need, anyway...you up for sneaking a few surprises to Node and Volt with me?" There was a twinkle of merriment in his eyes. There was fun in offering happiness to everyone- but... It was more fun to share.

He'd also have to figure out some things to get Greta, Edgar, Heidi, and Augustus...those four had been insanely accommodating during Node and Bless' recovery...and he wanted a way to show his thanks. The werehog shook his head. Stuff to sort later...for now, he just wanted to enjoy a nice night back at the inn...once he and Harmony finished hunting down groceries, of course.

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Shopping in the market was something Harmony was used to. More often than not, especially on busier festivals, the teen made the trips for her father so he could focus on running the Inn for all their guests. So she hadn't minded at all that Bless had come along with her that evening to pick up a few things.

Although her only stipulation was the werehog wasn't allowed to carry any of the heavier items. Not until he was back to his old self and made a full recovery. Plus it wasn't like the packages she had on one shoulder were considered in any way heavy to her. A look was given skyward as the snow began to fall, softening her smile as a few flakes landed on her nose. Her attention shifted to Bless when he walked over and spoke.

"I think the only thing we're missin' was the tea daddy wanted us t' pick up but the vendor's outta it right now." She shifted the box of groceries on her shoulder and raised a brow at the next question. "I dun mind. Whatcha thinkin' for 'em?"

Of course, the teen was down to get stuff for her dad and Node. Her smile said as such as she looked around the stalls and spotted one thing that hadn't been on their list.

"Pa errrr... Bless. Over here." Since she had one hand free, it was used to point over to where Royce and Liam were sitting with their usual selection of sweets and snacks. A hot chocolate bomb in the shape of a strawberry with flecks of dried fruit sprinkled along the decorations. And orange candies with a nice crunch and surprise flavor pouch in the middle.

Those looked like the perfect treats in her opinion for them to take home. On top of whatever Bless found while he looked around.

#ask the hybrids #traveling the multiverse: ic #who need a riot/start a howl: bless #'cause everytime we touch/i feel the static: bless & node & volt #reflectionsofmobius

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artschoolglasses · 1 year

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get to know a blogger // tagged by @dinluke ❤️✨

Share your wallpaper:

(Because of course.)

Last song you listened to:

Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier

Currently reading:

Random self-pub low-key Regency era fantasy book that was on sale? 😅

Last movie:

Oh god, do I even watch movies anymore? Probably Pride and Prejudice. (Matthew Macfadyen awkward Darcy 🖤)

Last show:

The Mandalorian. (Eh. Like I’ve said, mostly just watching for Katy O’Brian at this point.)

Or I guess Critical Role? This doesn’t specify TV show, so...

Craving:

The vegan pho from the place down the street...

What are you wearing right now:

Black t-shirt with the phases of the moon on it, skinny jeans, baggy green cardigan.

How tall are you:

5'4

Piercings:

Both ears, nose, conch, and tragus (Oh my god the crunching noise the needle makes when it goes through your tragus I will never forget that.)

Tattoos:

Star on my wrist

Old school looking bird on my back

Glasses? Contacts?

Glasses. My eyes are terrible.

Last thing you ate:

... A piece of chocolate mochi.

Favorite color:

Green! All the shades. Especially sage green and deep, dark forest green.

Current obsession:

Assassin’s Creed, Valhalla in particular, but also Odyssey. Eivor and Kass, my loves.

History, as always. (18th Century, French, Regency, witch trials, occult, Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, fashion and textiles, art...)

Hozier, of course.

Sumo! Been loving watching sumo lately. Want a fantastic sport to get into? Go watch sumo! Oh my god. I love it. (GO ENHO!!!😤)

Any pets:

Two cats. Nell, who is a demonic trash gremlin (named for Nell Gwynn), and Heidi who hates everyone and would rather you never disturb her as she curls up in her quiet corner please and thank you.

Favourite fictional character:

Eivor.

You want me to pick just one? It’s Eivor.

The last place you travelled:

Well, driving out to Montreal, but proper hop-on-a-plane and go somewhere not in your own back yard? Tokyo.

i am tagging (no pressure!): uh... @tiny-librarian @vikingnerd793 @vivelareine @wunderschon-lieblich and... I dunno, if we’re mutuals, go for it? Or if we’re not but you’ve just seen this and feel like it/are super bored, go for it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#tag #tagging #text #artschoolrambles

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watchtowerindistress · 2 years

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we are not our demons (13/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Gif source: mellark

Author’s note: Welcome back, my loves. Gotta admit, I love how easy this chapter flowed. It's a bit shorter than the last chapter, but the last one already had 5k, so I couldn't merge these two anymore.

Well, Damian, my sweet murderous son.

Beta-read by Heidi.

Words: 2.1k

Warning: none

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Listen to the wind blow

Watch the sun rise

Run in the shadows

Damn your love

Damn your lies

— The Chain by Fleetwood Mac —

Ellie pressed her lips together. She literally had to contain herself from letting giggles jump free. The damp-sounding crunch of the dewy grass under her feet was the only noise that filled the strained silence between Damian and her.

Together they walked next to each other. Ellie felt her head tilt in the child’s direction. “So, …”

“So, nothing,” Damian replied curtly, leaving no room for argument.

Ellie shook her head right before carefree snorting chuckles exhaled from her lips. “I’m just saying, maybe you want to talk about it, huh?”

“Nothing there to talk about,” he grunted lowly, hoping to end this conversation altogether.

Ellie’s memory went back to what she witnessed after her little talk with Ivy, as she went up the stairs to pick up Damian along the way. “Who knows, maybe that poor little hybrid creature wanted to be your friend, and you just didn’t let it. You even keep little plants at a metaphorical and literal distance.”

“That thing,” revulsion was deeply embedded in his voice when he uttered those words, “was a spitter. God, I hate plants.”

Ellie gasped in faux shock, laying a hand on her chest. “Oh, the sacrilege. I guess you won’t get a Venus flytrap for your birthday then.” The dark shape of the manor was visible on the horizon, revealing that they weren’t that far from their destination.

“First, you’d need to find out when my birthday even is.”

Ellie shrugged her shoulders. Damian’s challenge merely enhanced the desire to prove him wrong. To show him that someone cared about him enough to try and to make him believe it. “I guess we’ll see, Damian.”

Her dare made him narrow his eyes, paranoia taking root in his brown eyes. Damian hummed in speculation, putting his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

The pebbles of the Wayne Manor pathway were a stark reminder. It almost felt like they were just about to enter a different world after being in Ivy’s presence for so long. Ellie couldn’t help but wonder how it felt to live two different lives. How it felt for Damian, Dick and … Bruce.

That thought sobered her up pretty quick.

“What’s wrong?”

Surprised by Damian’s intuition, Ellie’s hand holding the door key, stilled. She shook her head. “Nothing.” Her lips twitched at her next words; her finger pointed to the side of her head. “Just a lot in my head.”

Her brown eyes twinkled, seeing a different side to Damian, and that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. “You know, for someone who prides himself on not caring about other people, you still have an impeccable knack for it. Despite what your father might think.”

Almost on cue, Damian rolled his eyes. “Please, I have a reputation to uphold. And besides, it’s called emotional intuition.”

Ellie finally turned the key in the lock, slowly pulling the heavy oak door wide open. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

Other than a humming noise, Damian kept quiet as he entered the foyer. Feeling a tense atmosphere, Ellie reluctantly turned her body and closed the door behind her with a light snap.

Alfred and Bruce were standing a few feet away from them by the set of stairs, with Alfred’s arms hidden behind his back and Bruce’s arms crossed over his chest in confrontation. The hallway didn’t offer any light, but their expressions were clear as day.

Oh, busted. Talk about dramatic effect.

“Oh, fu…dge,” Ellie exclaimed with a startled exhalation and adjusted her glasses by their frames. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Damian step away from behind her and take on a combative stance next to her. Ellie’s exclamation made the corners of Alfred’s mouth tug in the air before his expression shifted towards a mixture of disappointment and impassivity again.

Bruce’s tie was loosened around his neck. Underneath his blank face, his eyes were simmering with controlled anger. His eyebrows rose. “Speaking of secrets,” Bruce spoke with a deadpan tone of voice. “Care to explain where you’ve been with Damian at this time of the hour?”

“Uh, outside?” Ellie phrased as a question, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to lie her way out of this one. She dropped her hand just as fast after pointing with her thumb to the door behind her.

Bruce narrowed his eyes in speculation, grunting under his breath. His steps were leading him forward, towards them. “How about this? Why would you want to meet Poison Ivy of all people?”

Ellie’s frown must have revealed her inner thoughts. Bruce raised a quizzical brow. “Fertilizer, really? Did that spray even work?”

“Why would you have a gadget which you didn’t even know could function properly? Besides, I didn’t need it.” She was whispering under her breath, “Damian wasn’t in any danger.”

Distrust was shining in his eyes before he tilted his head. “Damian, go to your room. I need to talk to Ellie alone.” Bruce wasn’t even looking at his son when he grunted those words.

“No.”

That got Bruce’s attention. “Come again?”

Damian stepped forward, defying his father in his own right. “It was my choice coming. I knew the risk and had to make sure she was safe. And she was, Father.”

A fleeting emotion of awe crossed over Alfred’s face at the young child’s admitted words.

Bruce closed his eyes with great emotion, feigning for control. “Damian…”

“Father,” the child taunted slowly.

Ellie pressed her lips together. To be honest, Bruce might be right. They needed to have a private conversation. “Damian, why don’t you go upstairs? We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Ugh, fine,” he groaned. Damian rolled his eyes and walked with trudging steps, and with the butler at his side, up the ascending staircase.

“How did you do that?” Confusion was clear on his face due to his frown only intensifying over what just happened.

Ellie shrugged lightly. “Maybe he just likes me more.”

Bruce exhaled loudly when it just hit him again what had transpired this evening. He rubbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration. “You can’t keep on doing this. Being all reckless and … behaving like…”

“Like who?”

Shaking his head, Bruce smiled fleetingly. All of a sudden, his whole being seemed tired.

Ellie exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry, okay? Damian just followed me out of nowhere. I just wanted to talk with Ivy.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows. “Talk? That’s not something I would associate with someone like her.” His features softened. “I implore you strongly that I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Ellie gulped. “I do. We want the same thing.”

“I need to know that you will let me know when you’re starting to lose sight of what’s important. I don’t want you to lose control.”

“Okay.” Ellie nodded. She could get behind that. “A leap of faith then,” she muttered quietly. “Ivy revealed that something’s going down tomorrow night. At the Iceberg Lounge. Told me the Joker would be there.”

“Just like that?” Hard determination crossed over his features. “What did you promise her?”

“You don’t have to worry about that. We want the same thing, remember?”

Bruce inhaled deeply, putting his hands on his hips. “And you trust that she was telling the truth?”

“She didn’t have any reason not to. So, yes, I believe her.”

“Okay.”

Ellie tilted her head. “Just like that?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust her.”

“Really?”

“You think I don’t?”

Ellie licked her lips, trying to find the right words to convey her inner turmoil. “These last few weeks have taught me some things. We need each other, we’ve got a common enemy. And only together we can beat this. I get the feeling sometimes that you want me to trust you, but you in turn … don’t trust me.”

Bruce opened his mouth for a quiet exhale, mumbling quietly, “You think—” His voice sounded determined. “I do trust you, but I can’t help myself from worrying about you.”

“It’s okay, Bruce.” Her hands touched his arms, stroking upwards, needing anything to hold on to. Needing to reassure him. The sensory feeling of Bruce’s suit under her fingertips aroused a prickling sensation in her stomach. “You’re just as entitled to worry about me, just as I am about you vigilant-ing as Batman, and Damian and Dick being out there, risking their lives.”

The air suddenly felt thick with unspoken words. Feeling hypnotized by the sensory overload, Ellie didn’t notice until now how her fingertips had been feeling up Bruce’s muscles in his arms. She looked down at her traitorous fingers, swallowing heavily. That organ in her chest was pumping wildly—fully realizing now how close they were standing together. Their breaths mingling together.

Ellie caught herself before her head tilted upwards and found her gaze meeting Bruce’s chest instead. Her eyelids fluttered frantically when the touch of his fingers framed her face to see her better. Feeling like a deer caught in headlights, Ellie was frozen to even move away. Her mouth was slightly open in shock and she felt her eyes drawn to his, mesmerized by his own gaze meeting her lips.

Hesitance was apparent in Bruce’s brown eyes, giving Ellie time to turn away if she wished to. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of his lips softly brushing against hers. Almost like déjà vu, a nostalgic sensation barely even forgotten. It felt … really nice.

Familiar and new at the same time. Ellie had gotten used to Bruce’s passionate kisses—with just the right amount of tongue to beg for entrance—but this felt different. But in a good way.

His lips were soft, testing the waters between them. Ellie welcomed the warmth his hands were offering on her face, slightly tilting it to gain better access. She sighed, and in doing so, opened her mouth. Her hands wound around Bruce’s hips in a soft embrace as she felt him bow his head down, but Ellie still had to support herself on her tiptoes to reach his massive height better.

The sound she made incited the dark-haired man to burrow his hands deeper into the locks of her hair and keep her attached to him. Ellie’s lips stroked against his upper lip. It didn’t seem like much, with them breathing each other in, but it felt different. It surprised her how this felt like their first kiss—but without any tongue. No lust, just … getting to know each other.

It felt almost … loving.

As soon as that thought entered her mind, Bruce severed their lips, but kept his hold on the side of her face and the back of her head. His brown-eyed gaze lingered on her, surprised by his own actions, and even more so by Ellie’s consent.

Well, that was something else.

What would you even say to that in response? Good work? A+? I really liked what you just did? Or maybe the gesture of her raised thumb would suffice?

In the end, all those reflections that were shooting through her head felt so useless.

Ellie chose to clear her throat instead and needed some space to breathe. No words were exchanged between them. All that needed to be said was exuding from his eyes. Those molten orbs aroused a mushy feeling in her belly, evoking a speechless feeling all of a sudden by what just transpired.

The hallway they were standing in didn’t reveal a lot of the expressions on Bruce’s face, but after a while her eyes had gotten used to the darkness.

“So, what about you?” Ellie cleared her throat and tilted her head. “How was your evening?”

Apparently, she chose to ignore the obvious and turned to the next awkward topic.

Bruce heeded Ellie’s physical gesture and took a step back, smiling slightly as his gaze wandered around. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Ellie cocked her head to the side. “It certainly was.” A fond smile was playing on her lips. “Bruce Wayne. Trying to save Gotham one step at a time, huh? You still want to transform it into a new Gotham?”

Feeling almost uncomfortable by the attention he was getting; Bruce shared a tense smile with her. So, she wasn’t the only one that remembered what he told her once. “I’m working on it.”

Bruce heaved a weary sigh, like the dual aspiration as a vigilante and philanthropist had taken its toll on him over the years, though he still kept on pushing through.

Ellie nodded, smiling in admiration. “You do that.” Her tired nature was slowly getting to her. “If that is all, I’d better take my leave now. Get a wink of sleep for tomorrow.”

Bruce indicated his agreement with the nod of his head. “You do that. I’m gonna need you on comms for tomorrow.”

“Of course, no problem. Night, Bruce.”

Bruce smiled softly. “Good night, Rhodes.”

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @alwayshave-faith @ikranfuad @daydreaming-gemini @bluegalaxyprime @liadamerondjarin @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog @yanna-banana

#steph writes #watchtowerindistress #we are not our demons #batfleck #batfleck x oc #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne imagines #batman x oc #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman imagines #batman imagine #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #poison ivy #bruce wayne x batmom

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wordsgood · 1 year

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WE ARE OFFICIALLY ON LAST-WEEK-OF-THE-YEAR READING LOCKDOWN

no stardew valley! no youtube rabbit holes! no dicking around on pinterest despite its utter hostility and unusability! we are going to finish our top-priority reading list by saturday 11:59!

current said list, in order of importance:

the best american science and nature writing of 2014, ed. deborah blum (last Read Harder challenge)

for a muse of fire, heidi heilig (december’s monthly motif challenge)

moira’s pen, megan whalen turner (required 2022 reading obviously)

heaven official’s blessing vol. 5, mxtx (ditto above)

destination unknown, bill konigsberg (current audiobook, just have 3 hours left so it shouldn’t be a problem but I started my tma relisten and the plot just kicked in and to me a horror podcast about my most favorite tired ace archivist is more appealing than a book set during the aids epidemic. but it’ll happen, I just need self control)

we can do this!!! crunch-time motivation is the best motivation!!!

#michael-annals #sadly I really don’t see me making my gr reading challenge :((#unless I really cheat with some graphic novels #which isn’t like. out of the question. hmm.#going to the library tomorrow……. We Shall See what i can find

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troublcmakcrs · 10 months

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▸ @angstbullshit ⟶ ❛ ❛ it doesn’t really matter ‘cause it’s so off the hook. ❜ / a wild show heidi appears @ craig ❜ ╱ ( spongebob musical , accepting . )

“It matters,” Craig protests, ever the skeptic and not a fan of surprises, considering they are detrimental half the time. Even so, he trudges behind Heidi, much more cooperative in his actions than in his words. He doesn’t get the weird gut feeling that something is going to go horribly wrong with Heidi like he does with a lot of the guys. At least she has never swindled him out of his birthday money.

“You drag me to some secondary location, I’ve got a right to know where it is.” He says ‘dragging’ as if she’s touching him in any way at all, as if he’s not following her dutifully of his own volition, sneakers crunching the surface of fresh fallen snow. “How am I supposed to know how ‘totally off the hook’ it is if I don’t even know what it is.”

#ic :: ( craig )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: main ( craig )#angstbullshit #//he's being a drama queen LKFJDSKJDF #//OH GOD! HEIDI INVITED ME SOMEWHERE! I'M LITERALLY BEING T O R T U R E D!!!#//boy shut up

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roxxxy-android · 6 months

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And you, Heidi N. Closet, leprosy print you think you are. leprosy print, looks like moose knuckle and box. Munch munch, crunch crunch!

#bot

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madlilsongbird · 3 years

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I like that the show started with a bonfire and ended with a bonfire (sorta) but I kinda feel like something was missing.

I would’ve loved a credit scene that was like a montage of all the Gallagher’s doing their thing. Debbie and Franny road tripping to Texas with Heidi, Kev and V moving into their place in Kentucky, Carl and Tipping buying the Alibi and Tommy and Kermit staying exactly where they are despite it being a cop bar now, Ian and Mickey arguing at Wholefoods about baby names after Mickey agrees to consider having a baby, Lip and Tami moving into a new place with Fred, Liam and the baby bump, the house after being bought by Shelby staying exactly where it is and finally the back of a curly haired woman running a business or chasing a kid or drinking at a bar we don’t have to see her face but we know who it is.

I like that they all had plans but I wanted to see them ya know?

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dickwheelie · 3 years

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AND #9 JONAH/HECTOR AAAAA

#9 - bonding over their pets

spoilers up to ep10 of hfth!

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"They say it's a good sign, you know."

Jonah glanced up from where he was giving Jackie a thorough scratching behind the ears. "Hm? Say something, Hec?"

Hector shook his head, leaning back against a log. The sun was setting behind Jonah, and he had to squint to see him and Jackie clearly. Heidi was snuffling around Jonah's shoes, and the sunlight streamed right through her, making her glow an almost iridescent blue. "Nothin'," Hector said. "Just that . . . people say it's a good sign, when your pets take to someone. Means they're a good person. Or something like that."

Jonah nodded. "Sounds reasonable enough." He grinned down at Jackie, giving her head a pat as she lolled out her tongue at him. "You think I'm alright, don'tcha, girl?"

Jackie gave a soft howl in response, which Heidi echoed.

"Oh, you like me too, huh, Heidi-lady?" Jonah turned his attention to the ghostly apparition who was also now begging for pets. He did the best he could not to put his hand straight through her in the process. "I'm two for two," he said, shooting a self-satisfied look at Hector.

Hector waved him off, biting back a smile. He was relieved that Jonah didn't find his dogs frightening; he knew they could come on strong, and now that Heidi looked the way she did . . . It was lucky that his traveling companion happened not to mind them, was all. He knew plenty of people who disliked dogs in the best of circumstances. He didn't understand them, but he knew they existed.

Jonah wasn't one of those people. He adored the girls, and spoiled them almost as much as Hector did. Whenever he got the chance he'd crouch down to pet them or give them a bite of whatever food he could spare. More than once after they'd made camp for the night he'd asked Hector if they could play fetch, and although Hector knew that Jonah knew it wouldn't be safe, he always seemed disappointed by the answer. He'd always apologize to the girls after that. "Sorry, ladies. Your dad's just too much of a stick in the mud, I guess." Hector would have been annoyed if it didn't make him laugh.

Jonah was one of the only people who wasn't half bad at making Hector laugh.

"I've heard something about dogs, too," Jonah said. The girls had settled a bit, lying sleepily at his feet as he idly scratched them behind the ears.

"What's that?" said Hector.

Jonah gave him a gentle smile. "They take after their owners."

Hector almost protested, but what would be the point in denying it, really. "I've heard that, too," he said, nodding. "Must be some truth to it."

"Have you taken to me, too, Hec?" said Jonah. His voice was sly, but his expression was soft and vulnerable in the low light of the sunset.

Hector was not the most forward man when it came to his feelings. He'd been that way all his life, and he wasn't about to change now. But he had been wandering through the woods for days with a beautiful man who should have been dead, and the light was getting dimmer, and his bones were aching and tired. And that beautiful dead man was staring at him in a way he hadn't been stared at in a very long time. And he loved Hector's dogs, and Hector's dogs loved him.

"Yeah," said Hector. It was more of an exhale than a word. "Yeah, Jones, I've taken to you."

Jonah looked at him, his head tilted, his hands still. The dogs had fallen asleep at his feet. "C'mere," he said quietly.

"You come here," said Hector, closing his eyes to the darkening forest. "I don't wanna get up. Careful not to wake the girls."

He didn't expect Jonah to do it, but a moment later he heard cautious footsteps crunching across the forest floor, until he felt Jonah's warm bulk settle next to him against the log. Slowly, he opened his eyes to Jonah's grey, lined face, and his gentle smile.

"Tired?" Jonah said. His eyes were auburn, and glowed in the dying sunlight.

"All the way down," said Hector.

"So'm I." Jonah glanced upwards. "We should sleep out here, under the stars."

"Nah," said Hector, though he'd closed his eyes again, and he felt pleasantly heavy and settled, here against this log, with Jonah. "Not safe. We gotta get the tent set up."

"Alright," he heard Jonah murmur. And then, at the corner of his eye, Hector felt the cool press of lips.

Hector smiled, keeping his eyes closed. "Guess you've taken to me, too, huh, Jones."

"Guess I have," came the quiet reply.

They sat, unmoving, for a few minutes more, before Hector reluctantly dragged himself up to make camp. He gave Jonah a hand up, and when he was upright, neither of them let go.

#hfth #hello from the hallowoods #jonah/hector #hector mendoza #jonah duckworth #gwyneth writes #thank you moss!! always love an excuse to write these two :)))

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thelotusflowers · 2 years

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5. List as many of the South Park kids as you can in order from fave to least fave!

oh man oh man oh man oh man this is hard!!! idk

ok omg I’ll try

1. Kyle

2. Kenny

3. Stan

4. I mean, I have to say Cartman, right? I love Cartman tho, for real, like he’s so entertaining and funny, and I feel like he deserves to be with the main four so I will put him here

5. Craig

6. Clyde

7. Tweek

8. Token

9. Wendy

10. Butters

11. Jimmy

12. TIMMY ( he should be higher I’m sorry Timmy I love you)

13. Ike - is this allowed? is it supposed to be the 4th grade class - I feel bad for him being so low

14. Nathan

15. Mimsy

16. Pip

17. Damien

18. Christophe

19. Nichole - oh shit she should also be higher, this list is fucked but I’m too lazy to correct it and I apologize for that

20. Bebe - to be clear I idolize fanon bebe but I’m tryna go off South Park canon - but also she would be higher too ok I’m terrible at this

21. KAREN - SHIT SHE SHOULD ALSO BE HIGHEr

23. Heidi

24. GARYYYYYYY - also should be higher, hate myself

25. THOMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOULD BE WAY WAY WAY HIGHER TOP OF LIST

26. Tricia - should also be higher

27. DAVID!!!!!!!!’ should also be HIGHER

28. Cousin Kyle

29. SOPHIE - I hope we get more of her

30. (oh my god, this list is so fucked, I forgot the GOTH KIDS. welp.) Pete

31. Michael

32. Henrietta

33. Firkle

34. Shelley

35. Kevin

36. Red

37. Kevin Stoley

38. Sally - lowkey she seems so sweet and I wish we had more of her

39. Rebecca - that skank hurt my baby Kyle but she was sweet at first

40. Mark!!! Should, again, be higher on the list

41. BRIMMY of course

42. What is Chaos’ side kicks name? I forget, but him

43. Korean Girls

44. Porsche

45. Mercedes

46. Tammy

48. Trent

49. Bradley, mint berry crunch

50. Bradley, butters crush from conversion therapy

51. Jason White, although I wish I could put him lower because I just do not fuck w this dude

52. Scott Malkinson because I had to save last for him because i had to, cmon

#south park

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shootoutthestars · 4 years

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Here is my contribution to the first week of Helsaween2020! Prompt: Classic Horror.

Kristanna kids are based off the lovely and talented frozenmusings and ginger-ler OC’s!

Sorry it’s so short! I hope you all like it anyway!

Rating: E for Everyone

Setting: Modern

@helsaweenfun

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“Trick or Treat!” An astronaut and a zombie sang at the front door of the Westergaard household.

“Clever costumes!” Hans said with a smile.

“Thanks, Uncle Hans!” Josef chimed. His astronaut helmet bobbled on his tiny head as he jumped around.

Anna and Kristoff stood behind their enthusiastic son.

“Good to see you again, Hans!” Anna said with a smile and a hug.

Heidi lunged at her uncle, clamping her teeth and growling.

“I’m going to eat your brains!” She shouted.

Hans fell backwards as the toddler climbed atop him. He laughed as she made guttural moaning noises in his ear.

“Alright Heidi, I think Uncle Hans has had enough brain eating.” Kristoff said from the door way. Hans said it was ok, but sometimes Heidi could be a little over enthusiastic.

Elsa came around the corner, her hand on her swollen belly.

“Hi kids! Anna, Kristoff, great to see you!” She said with a smile.

The kids raced to their aunty and cuddled her close.

“Careful guys,” Kristoff warned. “Remember Aunty Elsa has a baby in her belly.”

“You’re getting so big!” Anna remarked.

“Yep! 7 months down.” She said with a weary smile.

Hans reached for the candy bowl and placed fist fulls of candy in his niece and nephews treat bags. He winked at them as he knew this was much more candy than Anna and Kristoff would allow them to eat but he was their uncle after all, and he just had to spoil them.

“Alright kiddos, it’s getting close to dark, I’m afraid we are going to have to get to the other houses before we run out of time.” Anna said. She thanked Hans and Elsa and the family of 4 went on their way to find more candy.

“Alright Els,” Hans said “it’s time for our annual horror-movie-athon.”

Elsa smiled a toothy grin and waddled over to the sofa. Hans sat beside her and put his arm around her while they looked for the perfect horror movie to celebrate Halloween with.

“Let’s see,” Hans began. “We have Nightmare on Elm Street, The Conjuring-“

“Yes!” Elsa shouted. “The Conjuring! Ghost movies are my favorite!”

“Ok,” he said with a chuckle.

After about two minutes, Hans could hear a soft crunching noise coming from beside him. He looked around him inly to find Elsa shoving fist fulls of candy corn in her mouth.

“Ew!” Hans said with disgust. “How can you eat that garbage?”

“It’s delicious!” She said between mouthfuls of candy corn.

Hans made a face suggesting he may puke, but then smiled.

“It’s gross but I’ll love you anyway.”

“Hah. That’s good, cause you don’t have a choice!”

Hans smirked and kissed Elsa on her soft lips. They turned to watch the movie again, only to fall asleep on the couch together, Hans with his arm around Elsa, and Elsa’s hand in the candy corn bowl.

#helsaween2020 #helsa #hansla #Hans #Elsa #frozen #Disney

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meowdymista · 4 years

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Van der Driscoll Pt5

Warnings: Micah, violence

Part 4 & Masterlist

Part 6

Truth be told, after a week of being shunned by everybody except Arthur, you were starting to miss life as an O’Driscoll. Sure, they were slimy and smelly and brash and cruel, but they would at least excrete some sense of comradery alongside the shit they gave you.

You were used to being an oddball. Mocked for your smooth face, you insisted on a past life as a talented barber. If anyone cracked a shot at your wide hips, you placed a precise amount of lead in a non vital limb as warning to copycats. The terror of being discovered earned you a streak of being ruthless, which is how you climbed the ranks and managed to squeeze out regular breaks every few weeks.

The Van der Linde crap was something else though. The women pressing their lips together, the men spitting threats when Arthur’s out of earshot… Everybody was giving the two of you a wide berth and Arthur’s heavy sigh whenever he noticed someone acting colder than they had before didn’t do much to comfort you. This hurt on a personal level. You were the talk of this small town, but there was no house to take refuge in and no brick walls to keep the whispers out. Instead, you were sat on display with a billowing cotton sheet for privacy at best.

“They’ll get over it,” Arthur assures you daily. “They did with Kieran.”

Kieran Duffy - his whole corpse shook like the last leaf in autumn during a tornado. If your pulse was personified it would shake less, even when someone throws out a casual threat. Your feelings towards the man vary from disgust of his betrayal to rabid jealousy of him being able to live a life here without a bodyguard. As much as you appreciate your lover’s constant presence dissuading others from picking a fight, his protective streak was growing old.

Eventually, Hosea intervenes Arthur on his return coffee trip. Judging from Arthur’s glare, and the way he keeps looking back to you, it’s about a job that needs to be done. You know for a fact that money is thin on the ground - you’ve heard Miss Grimshaw berating the other men in camp about it, hissing with venum whenever they dare complain about picking up the slack.

After returning from another vain bathroom break (despite having little to no weight to push on your bladder, somehow your ability to retain liquids has diminished to that of a newborn yourself), you find Arthur gathering supplies.

“Won’t be long,” he assures you, a gentle kiss on your lips, squeezing your hand as he picks up his satchel. “Some feller other side of Valentine owes us money. I gotta go deal with him, but when I get back I was thinkin’ we could get outta here, do some huntin’ or somethin’, what you reckon?”

“Sounds great!” You force yourself to grin despite your stomach sinking faster than a wounded elk. Something in his eyes betrays his own attempt at make believe, jovially mounting his mare and galloping away with a small wave.

“New to camp?”

You look up as threateningly as you can. A man with sharp cheekbones and a thick dark beard is grinning at you jovially.

“Don’t get ya knickers in a twist - I ain’t gonna stab you or nuttin.” He holds out a grubby hand. “Name’s Peader.”

“Peter?” you repeat.

His eyes crumple with his chuckle. “Aye, if that’s easier for youse.”

You swear as you stick your thumb with the needle. You were better at gutting fish than needlework, and no one ate the fish you gutted. Seemingly tired of washing out more bloodstains, Miss Grimshaw calls you over to a wash basin to begin laundry.

“No heavy liftin’!” she snaps as you kneel on the ground beside the tub. “If you need somethin’ heavy movin’, you shout someone, y’hear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply. You’ve overheard the other women in camp complaining about how bossy she is, but you find comfort in it - no matter how stern she can be, she never treats you differently for your time with Colm. For that, no matter how small, you can’t help but be grateful.

“It’s nice not to be the youngest for once.”

You stiffen. “What are you talking about?”

“I know I’m a hairy one for fifteen but-” Peter rubs the hair of his jaw pointedly and it knocks you sick. Two hours into this crazy life and you’re already found. What will they do to you now?

“Fifteen?” you repeat incredulously.

A belly laugh bubbles from his mouth. “Aye. Me balls dropped before I was walkin’, unlike youse. How old are you anyways, Thomas?”

“Fourteen,” you blurt out, your stomach dropping with every lie. At least you have a comrade to hide behind now. After all, this works better than the truth, and should hopefully buy you time until Heidi gets here.

You get to work, hating how the detergent creates a thick layer of slime over your skin. Even as your knuckles protest, you scrub until your arms ache, working out your frustrations against the ridges of the washer board. You keep your eyes down, your ears perked for any hint of ambush - but it still takes you by surprise when a pair of spurs stop too close for comfort.

“Ahh, Guinevere! We meet again!”

If anyone is hurt because of your actions, I’ll put a bullet in you.

You bite your tongue, wringing out a pair of Dutch’s trousers. You can feel the dead grey stare boring it’s way into your head before slowly sweeping over your body.

“Heard Ol’ Morgan’s knocked you up.” Micah chuckles, stepping forward to tuck a tendril of hair behind your ear, but you flinch at the contact. “But I ain't above tryin' again.”

Blood is roaring in your ears as your body tries to decide between fight and flight. Somewhere you can hear someone shouting, but it’s lost to the ripple of goosebumps up your back as he closes in on you.

“Whaddaya say, hmm?”

“I said leave her alone, dammit!”

“Oh, Miss Roberts,” he purrs, finally stepping back. “Of course you may join us. We were thinking about making it a party. Mom’s club, right? I mean, John and Arthur ain’t here, and since Jenny coulda been carrying Micah Bell IV, I guess it’s only fair I play the part of Daddy.”

You try to continue with the washing, but Abigail is tugging you to your feet by the back of your dress.

“In your dreams, Micah,” she snarls, pushing you to her tent where young Jack is drawing in the dirt with a stick. “Arthur’s gonna kick your ass from here to California if you keep hasslin’ her.”

“No need to get jealous, Abigail. I know it’s been a while since John’s taken to you. Where is he anyhow? Has he found himself a new whore to impregnate?”

“Piss off!”

He tuts, moustache twitching. “Now, that ain’t nice. I mean, can’t be worse than an O’Driscoll, can it? Poor Morgan. Just when you think he’s hit rock bottom, he just keeps rollin’, doesn’t he?”

“Bell!”

He turns into Arthur’s fist with a crunch. His horse is trotting away from the ruckus, the other men in camp hurrying over as Arthur straddles his swollen stomach and begins pummelling him with his fists.

“MR MORGAN!” cries Dutch, moustache twitching with fury. “What is going on?”

Bill tries to pull him off, but Charles pushes him aside, wrapping his arms around his middle and hoisting him to his feet.

“He’s not worth it,” Charles murmurs softly as he sets him down facing the other way.

“If you have somethin’ to say to her, you can say it to my face!” Arthur spits over his shoulder, fists still clenched, his breathing heavy although calming energy is flooding him from Charles’ touch.

“What has gotten into you?” demands Dutch, striding up with Hosea at his side.

“I come back in, after leaving her for an hour and Micah’s already slimed over!”

“A pretty bird like that - you can’t know she’ll come back to you until you set her free,” says Micah thickly, holding his sleeve against his nose.

“You’re a damn cockroach!”

“Alright, alright, everyone calm down!” Dutch surveys the crowd. “Micah. A word? And Arthur - why are you back so soon?”

“Feller’s croaked.” He glares at Strauss who’s working nearby. “He needs to be more careful who he loans to. Got the impression I weren’t the first to demand payment. Bastard owes more than he could’ve ever paid up.”

Dutch breathes out hard through his nose. "Well you better find the money from somewhere, son."

Shrugging Charles off with mumbled excuses, he all but flies to your side. “Y’alright? He didn’t hurt either o’ you, did he?”

“You think he’d still be here if he had?” Miss Roberts rolls her eyes.

“Thank you, Abigail,” he mutters when he’s assured himself you are completely unscathed. “I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. He’s had it comin’ for god knows how many weeks - here’s hopin’ he don’t go forgetting his lesson too soon.”

"I mean… well you know what I mean." He gives you a squeeze before heading after Strauss. “Gimme five minutes, Y/N, and we’ll head out.”

“Alright,” you reply, brushing off your skirts with a hesitant look up to your saviour. “Thank you for… that.”

"You dont talk much do you?" Her blue eyes are sharp, squinting at you suspiciously when you shrug.

"Reckon it's better I keep my mouth shut," you admit.

She thinks about this before nodding in agreement. "For future reference, nobody is gonna think bad of you if you call Micah out on his crap. He ain't too popular round here."

"Ok."

"And another thing?" She checks Arthur is still busy with Strauss before leaning in closer. "If you hurt him, you'll be lucky if Micah gets to you first,” she hisses. “We clear?"

You nod as fervently as you can until she waves a hand to dismiss you.

"Enjoy your evening, Y/N."

****

Riding out with Arthur, the tension you hadn't realised was being contained in your shoulder muscles rolls off of your body. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, your cheek resting in the middle of his shoulders. He tilts his head back to touch more of you as you descend down the side of the hill towards West Elizabeth.

He insists on setting up camp whilst you start fishing in Dakota's River. Eventually he plonks himself on the bank beside you, a foot of space between your bodies as he also pulls out his rod and sets to baiting.

You sit in the quiet, enjoying each other's presence without complications.

"You, sir, are a fish!" he grins as he pulls in a fat bass.

"Do you always compliment your prey?"

"I pay compliments where they're due, beautiful."

You laugh, casting out again.

"How was it today? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Who? Micah?" You twitch the rod. "No. You came back before it got out of hand."

"Everyone treat you ok?"

You shrug. What is there to say? No one trusts you. Half would be happy if you were still bound to the trunk. In all honesty you can't blame them; you yourself are struggling to trust them and there are times when you would rather be tied to a tree so you don't have to watch your back.

"Listen. We got word that one of the fellers from the ferry is being moved outta state." He reels in another fish much to your dismay. "Javier and Charles have already headed down there to scope it out, but Dutch is wantin' me to go after them, check it's ok."

You say nothing, knowing he isn't finished yet.

"I'd be gone a couple days. Maybe more, but I doubt it. The boys should have done the leg work by now, so it should be a matter of grabbing him and getting gone."

"Do what you have to do." You give him a small smile. "Won't do us no good if they think I'm turning you against them."

"True, but that won’t stop me." He stares you out with his handsome gaze. "Say the word and I'll stay. They won’t miss me much, I'm just an extra gun."

"Take your guns and go stretch your legs. I can look after myself."

"And the baby?"

"I can care for the wee O'Driscoll wain, aye," you tease.

He chuckles. “You been listenin’ to Miss Molly?”

“More like I’ve been surrounded by all manner of irish men til you lifted me out of there.” You twitch your rod again, gasping joyfully as you feel a tug.

“You think they’re missin’ you? Them O’Driscoll boys?” he asks as you land an underwhelming pickeral.

“There were too many of us,” you admit with a shrug, offering him a small reassuring smile. “It’s not the first time I’ve ceased to exist to them. All those times you and I were together, none of ‘em recognised me for who I really was. They might comment, sure, but to be fair it’s real easy to lose track of who you have and haven’t seen. No one’s blown a whistle about Kieran going missing and he’s been with you how many weeks?”

He chuckles softly, eyes sad. “I didn’t mean missin’ you as a gun. You not make any friends?”

“It- It isn’t the same as what you’ve got.” You force yourself to swallow the lump in your throat as you cast out again with what you hope to be a more tempting chunk of cheese. “Most of them, the way they talk about women… it’s enough to know you’ve got a spare gun in a fight. No more.”

***

Arthur leaves early the following morning. He leaves a heavy kiss on your lips, his eyes burning into you, swearing an unspoken oath that if anything happens whilst he's away, the devil himself will not stomach the consequences.

As much as Hosea has accepted himself as your guardian, he is often guarding the rest of camp like some over tired dad. To avoid another Micah situation, if not separated in Arthur's tent, you hover near him or the other women despite their dirty looks. Abigail appears to tolerate you, but Mary Beth is the only other woman in camp actively throwing you a smile. The blonde - Mrs Adler - seems to hate you the most. If you get too close, her arms shake from clenching her fists so hard.

"Are you a real life O'Driscoll?"

Pulled from your thoughts, you find yourself eye to eye with the little boy who’s still sniffling after being sick a few weeks ago.

“How’d you mean?”

“Mama said Uncle Arthur brought another O’Driscoll back.”

You huff, uncomfortable of the gossip going around. “I was. I’m not now, though. I’m one of you now.”

“Why?”

“Because…” You look around for his mother but come up empty. “Because if I was, I’d still be tied to the tree.”

“But why?”

“Because the O’Driscolls and the Van der Lindes aren’t friends.”

“Why?”

You resist rolling your eyes and instead send a prayer up to the heavens, marking it as urgent before you throw this boy off the cliff. “Because Dutch wasn’t very nice to Colm, and when Colm wasn’t nice to Dutch, he didn’t like it, and they decided you had to be on one side or the other.”

“Which one are you?”

“I’m a Van der Linde now, like you.”

“But Mama said-”

“I mean, I live with you now. With Dutch. Not Colm.”

He thinks on that, and the moment’s reprise is heavenly. You begin to hum to yourself, but are quickly interrupted.

“Ma said you tricked Uncle Arthur.”

“Did she?” you ask, too tired to be disappointed.

“Yeah. She and him talked a long time when you came back.” He’s picking the bark of his branch, dropping splinters into your shoes. “Mama said you was bein’ sneaky, but Uncle Arthur told her to get lost.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Is it true you’re gonna have a baby?” he asks brightly,

“Hopefully…” He frowns, confusion dimpling between his eyebrows. You realise that he is still in a place of innocence that the world is black and white. You swallow a lungful of air, trying to think how best to explain. “Something could happen yet- things go wrong sometimes and-”

“What sorta things?”

You tuck your hair behind your ears, poking at your stitching, wondering where the hell his mother has got to. “Well, it might not grow properly yet. Usually ladies don’t tell anyone until a bit further along… if I get sick, or if the baby gets hurt it might not… you know. It might not make it to being outside my tummy.”

“When will you know?”

“When it gets here I suppose.” You look up at the boy’s thoughtful expression. “Why so many questions? You excited?”

“Yeah! Ima be an uncle!”

“You’re a little young to be an uncle, kid.” You can feel your mouth pulling into a smile despite yourself. “You’ll be cousins though, I guess. Your pa and Arthur are brothers, right?”

“Right! So this is gonna be my brother?”

You stifle a laugh of disbelief. “Well we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet-”

“Do you got any brothers?”

“Jack! You playin’ hide and go seek again?”

“I’m here, Mama!”

Abigail rounds the tent, her expression darkening at the sight of you. You gulp, dropping your gaze back to your stitching, but the boy is already gushing about the new information you’ve taught him.

“Mama! She said she isn’t an O’Driscoll, so that means she can stay right?” He’s pulling on his mother’s skirts, pointing at you like you’re a bear behind bars. “I’m gonna be a big brother!”

“Maybe,” you remind him with a little more force than intended.

Her blue eyes flash with suspicion before the tug attracts her attention again. “Jack, honey, the baby’ll be a cousin to you. For you to be a big brother, me and your pa would have to have another one of you.”

“You can do that?”

She gapes, a fish out of water. It’s painful to watch.

“This baby can be your brother or sister,” you splutter, more to the mother than her son. “I mean, Arthur’s your pa’s big brother right? But they don’t have the same mom and dad so if you love them enough, I don’t see the harm.”

He’s looking up with his big eyes until Abigail offers you a half smile. “Right,” she confirms, crouching down and straightening his little coat. “You’re gonna be a big brother. Uncle Arthur’ll be mighty proud of you.”

“Can I go play?”

“Sure, Jack.” She watches as he runs off, dragging his stick behind him. Slowly she turns to you, arms folded across her chest. “He weren’t botherin’ you, was he?”

“No, no, of course not!” At least, he isn’t now.

“I- I’m sorry if he was bein’ nosy. It’s alright to tell him to butt outta your business if he gets a bit much. He heard me talkin’ with Arthur ‘bout it all-”

“Yeah he said,” you say as offhandedly as you can manage. You notice her teeth pulling on her lip out the corner of your eye, but you don’t react. Keep your hands clean, you tell yourself, tying a knot and cutting the thread. Keep your nose out. Wait for Arthur.

“How are you feelin’? About it all?”

You look up, surprised by her gentleness after the cold front that’s been hitting you on repeat from every member of camp. Exhaling thoughtfully, you shrug, not objecting as she pulls over a chair to sit down at the edge of the tent. “Alright, I guess. Gotta just… see what happens, I suppose.”

“That’s what Arthur said.” She offers you a small sympathetic smile. “He ain’t usually one for whistlin’, but he ain’t stopped since we got off them mountains. Thought it was the change of weather, but I suppose, looking back, it was meetin’ you.”

Colour blossoms in your cheeks as you look away. “I wouldn’t know. He hasn’t exactly been in the best of moods the past couple of weeks.”

“He’s pleased,” she assures you quietly, her eyes bright and earnest with honesty. “I think he’s just nervous like you are, that it might not work out, but I known him long enough to tell you I ain’t seen this side to him since Jack was first born.”

Your ears prick. “He isn’t-?”

“No! No, Jack is a Marston, I got no doubt at all about that. I just remember him bein’ real pleased when Jack was a baby. He- Being a father is something he- he’ll enjoy I’m sure.”

“I know about Isaac,” you breathe quietly and she lets out a big sigh of relief.

“Oh good! I was worried I’d said too much.”

“Don’t worry. He told me in the doctor’s when-” You shake your head of the memory. “Anyway. I know he’s not sure about it all.”

“He will be.” She gives you a sincere smile. “He’s a worrier, even if he tries not to show it. He’ll be better when it’s here, safe and sound. Anyways - I best leave you rest.”

“Sure.” You hesitate before calling out to her, making her turn back. “Thank you,” you call, not really sure how better to express yourself. She smiles and gives you a wave of understanding.

“I’ll see you around.”

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National Enquirer, November 16

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Cover: Jeffrey Epstein’s madam Ghislaine Maxwell’s nights with Prince Andrew and teen Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 2: Brad Pitt kicked married galpal Nicole Poturalski to the curb after getting flak from his ex Angelina Jolie -- Brad’s relationship with Nicole hit the skids after Brad decided he needed to shore up his image during his ongoing custody battle with Angie and his focus right now is to get his dad image back on track and give Angie no more ammo to fling back at him

Page 3: Tiger Woods’ romance with Erica Herman has gone off course over legal troubles and wedding pressure and bickering over where to live and Tiger is so fed up he’s considering ditching his nagging girlfriend in Florida and moving back to his native California -- Erica’s been pressuring him to put a ring on it ever since she moved into his Jupiter Island mansion and that’s something he just won’t do and she’s already taken over his household buying new furniture and remodeling the master bath and building a new closet and hiring a gourmet chef -- California is looking better and better to Tiger who only moved to Florida to play on its tough Bermuda grass which helped improve his swing but now Tiger’s ex Elin lives in Florida with their two kids

Page 4: Miranda Lambert is scoffing at ex Blake Shelton’s newly announced engagement to Gwen Stefani and she’s convinced Blake’s third walk down the aisle has failure written all over it because she thinks Blake’s bad to the bone and this marriage will wind up being a total disaster and after the hell Blake put her through Miranda can’t imagine his life with Gwen would be any different, lifelong bachelor Simon Cowell has had a change of heart since his horrific August accident and he’s finally ready to tie the knot with baby mama Lauren Silverman -- after spinal surgery to repair his broken back the entertainment mogul feels lucky to be alive and walking and the one constant in his difficult rehab after surgery has been Lauren and he wants to pay her back with a ring

Page 5: Train-wreck Wendy Williams’ wacky behavior has TV producers scrambling behind the scenes to find her replacement after her unhinged performance on a recent episode of her talk show where she slurred her words and rambled incoherently -- there had been a hope a chatfest helmed by Nick Cannon could be a safety net should the daytime diva who spent a stint in a sober living house last year not be able to continue hosting but plans for that were pushed back after the comic made anti-Semitic rants in a podcast -- they also tried Jerry O’Connell when Wendy was out for three weeks last year but he tanked with viewers -- Wendy’s a mess and it remains to be seen how long producers will be able to put up with her problems before they decide to pull the plug

Page 6: Grey’s Anatomy star Ellen Pompeo hinted that she may be making her final rounds -- Ellen who has starred on the show since 2005 and makes $20 million a year admitted she’s considering slipping out of her scrubs after the current season 17 but her departure could spell the end of the beloved series and show creator Shonda Rhimes has said it’s unlikely the show could continue without her but Ellen has also expressed her desire to spend more time with her husband and their three children

Page 7: Mariah Carey’s brother Morgan blasted her memoir as filled with lies and distortions and he’s considering legal action -- the book called Morgan and sister Alison her ex-brother and ex-sister and Mariah wrote Morgan had a long history of violence and when she was six he slammed their mother into a wall -- Mariah also wrote her siblings and mother were heartless in terms of dealing with her as a human being and once she got famous they started treating her like an ATM with a wig on but Morgan is fighting back and looking to hire a lawyer

Page 8: Reese Witherspoon’s marriage to Jim Toth is in the muck after the stunning collapse of his new business venture and tensions are mounting in the Hollywood power couple’s already troubled union now that the streaming service Quibi crumbled after less than six months leaving content acquisition president Jim out of work while Reese’s star continues to rise and there’s a real balance of power that’s been building up and that’s put a serious strain on the relationship -- living in quarantine added to the stress between them as Reese has been holed up with her two kids with ex Ryan Phillippe Ava and Deacon and her son Tennessee with Jim at the family’s ranch in Malibu

Page 9: Dementia patient Kenny Rogers cut his three adult children out of his $250 million will and now sources fear the late country legend could have been tricked into signing the document -- Kenny left everything to his 16-year-old twins sons with fifth wife Wanda and the will also stated it was his intent to specifically exclude his daughter Carole with his first wife and son Kenny Jr. with third wife and son Christopher with fourth wife and their issue as beneficiaries of his estate -- Kenny Sr. would never disown his own children according to the source especially since the singer’s son Kenny Jr. is incorrectly referred to Kenny Rogers III throughout the will -- the wording is not like Kenny Sr. and something is not right and his older kids are thinking about contesting the will

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Kate McKinnon shot a Saturday Night live skit in NYC, Sophia Bush hit the road in L.A. with her co-pilot pup Maggie, pregnant Jinger Duggar Vuolo in Venice with daughter Felicity, Heidi Klum walking the streets in her native Germany, Snoop Dogg saluted young rappers as he accepted BET’s I Am Hip Hop award

Page 11: Unwitting Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler once dabbled in the secret sex cult NXIVM -- the organization masqueraded as a self-help group but in 2017 it was exposed as a pyramid scheme for founder Keith Raniere who forced high-ranking female recruits to become his sex slaves -- in 2010 Jen and Gerry who were dating at the time wound up at one of the introductory seminars but they were turned off by the level of commitment expected and never returned -- they thought it was just a networking opportunity and had no idea what they were getting themselves into, cash-crunched Gwyneth Paltrow is facing hard times like everyone else and is looking to change her free-spending ways -- the belt-tightening caused by the coronavirus pandemic has even hit her lifestyle empire Goop causing her to shut down the London branch and make hard choices for the future -- Gwyneth may be worth $100 million but she and husband Brad Falchuk spend money like it’s going out of style on private jets they use on a whim and they own a fleet of fancy cars and pay steep salaries for staff who are at their beck and call 24/7 and it’s all draining their bank accounts -- they’re looking at making cuts across the board from personal trainers and chefs and drivers to the masseurs and beauticians who come to their house several times a week -- plus the couple believe it’s a bad look for them to be living so high on the hog when the rest of the world is suffering during the pandemic

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Angelina Jolie spent years developing her own version of the Hollywood classic Cleopatra and now she’s livid that Gal Gadot has stolen the Egyptian queen -- Angie’s dream was to play Cleopatra the role that made Elizabeth Taylor an icon and it was to be the part that won Angie an Academy Award for Best Actress and now that’s over thanks to Gal who will be playing the Queen of the Nile instead, after ABC scrapped plans to honor Regis Philbin with a prime-time tribute Jimmy Kimmel insisted on honoring Regis on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, MSNBC talking head Rachel Maddow is fleeing New York for her Massachusetts farm after hanging a $2.3 million price tag on her NYC pad but Rachel didn’t want potential buyers looking through all the personal stuff at her apartment so all the personal pictures and books and clothing and everything else was shipped out and replaced with staged furniture, Ariel Winter and her dog (picture)

Page 13: Ailing Joni Mitchell opened up about how she’s still struggling to get back to her old self five years after a debilitating brain bleed -- after Joni was found unresponsive in her Bel-Air home in 2015 she said she was forced to relearn everyday tasks because the aneurysm took away her speech and her ability to walk and although she’s showing slow improvement she hasn’t been writing or playing the guitar or the piano, Randy Travis is defying all the odds as he plans the greatest comeback in country music history as he is making amazing progress after suffering a massive 2013 stroke that most believed would end his career forever and he was given just 1% chance of survival and even after he pulled through doctors believed he would be bedridden and unable to speak -- instead his grueling rehab efforts have miraculously put him on the road to realizing his dream of returning to the spotlight -- some of his motivation is financial; last year he sold his Nashville home and released his memoir which was fueled by his need to pay medical expenses after years of not being able to perform

Page 14: Hollywood Hookups -- Channing Tatum and Jessie J have split again, Cole Sprouse and Reina Silva dating, Kate Beckinsale and Goody Grace split

Page 15: Ariana Grande is raising eyebrows with her raunchy new record Positions -- the former squeaky-clean Nickelodeon star who has been dating real estate agent Dalton Gomez spouted off X-rated odes to an unnamed lover on the LP, six months after sidelining her marriage to former quarterback Jay Cutler Kristin Cavallari admitted there are good days and bad days but insisted it’s been nice to be able to focus on herself and figure out who she is now and what she ultimately wants out of life, hotel heiress Kathy Hilton is joining The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills as a friend of the main cast which includes her half-sister Kyle Richards

Page 16: Crime

Page 17: On Drew Barrymore’s talk show a psychic guest channeled the spirit of one of the host’s former in-laws but the man in question is very much alive -- medium Anna Raimondi told Drew she sensed the aura of a judge causing Drew to burst into tears and named David a relative of her ex-husband Will Kopelman claiming he’d passed but Judge David Kopelman is alive and still going strong -- Will slammed Anna was a submental hack and said he was surprised that Drew chose to give oxygen to someone like that

Page 18: American Life

Page 20: Cover Story -- Prince Andrew is desperate to quash explosive testimony by his pedophile pal Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell but the socialite’s second secret deposition is torpedoing his return from royal exile -- after Ghislaine danced around details of her relationship with the disgraced Duke of York in testimony released a few weeks ago Andrew is sweating bullets about her second grilling under oath which contains details of their intimate friendship and nights with Epstein’s teen sex slave Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 22: Don McLean viciously slammed ex-wife Patrisha Shnier as the worst person her ever knew but in their ongoing war of words she maintains he was abusive to her -- Don is still bitter over a 2016 domestic incident at their home in Maine that landed him behind bars and led to divorce after 30 years of marriage

Page 26: Matthew McConaughey confessed he nearly turned his back on Tinseltown to be a wildlife guide like late Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin -- he made a splash in a string of blockbuster rom-coms in the ‘90s and ‘00s but he was eager to move on to meatier movies and even passed on a $14.5 million paycheck in 2010 to seek more substantial roles and the struggle left him considering other careers such as a wildlife guide, Jamie Foxx has been crushed by the death of his beloved sister DeOndra Dixon who was born with Down syndrome

Page 28: Good Catch -- Bachelor stars who are still up for grabs -- Jon Hamm, Owen Wilson, Drew Carey

Page 29: Benicio Del Toro, Ryan Seacrest, Matthew Perry, some stars seem to say I do at the drop of the hat -- Larry King, Jerry Lee Lewis, Billy Bob Thornton

Page 32: Olivia Munn was caught on camera flashing what looked like engagement bling on her left ring finger as she exited a gym following a morning workout in Los Angeles but she reportedly broke up with boyfriend Tucker Roberts last year leaving fans wondering who bought the stunning sparkler

Page 36: Health Watch

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Michelle Pfeiffer

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Allison Janney on Mom

Page 47: Odd List

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