#I heard that deers gets drunk with apples and I just thought it would be cute for Al to being able to smell it on Lucy XD | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

memories-beneath-the-skin · 9 months

Text

Its not a monster

*trigger warning, violence and suicide *

It's not a monster

It's not my demons

For so long I have had the time to really look inside and know what is in me.

This will be a brutally raw and vulnerable write, with some very tough subject matter. Not my usual writing that get hearts, maybe want to swipe on past.

It's me. Always has been me, used to think me at 29 but it's the me that either died or was born when I was 5. It's me, it walks a different path, but as I look at me... It's me.

At 5 I was swimming In lake, as my dad was wading and fishing, my brother 3, was playing on shore. My dad said keep behind a certain point in the water, I listened. As I did I side shifted to a very mushy place, my foot slipped and I fell into a 3 foot drop, where boat motors Rev to get on up a trailer. My feet slipped and I dropped, the water icy cold, the seaweed tangling in my legs. I didn't hold a breath at first as I didn't expect and I ended up taking a large inhale of water in my surprise. The bubbles drifted to the top and I felt my lungs breathing water, or more so going through the motions as I found no air. I struggled and the lake got dark, I was slipping off to what felt like a heavy sleep. My dad grabbed me, smacked my back as I was laid over his shoulders violently vomiting water.

That was the first time I realized I wasn't mortal.

At 12 was in upstate NY, visiting grand parents, lived on a farm near a lot of Amish. Every year they would help on my grandparents farm, so my grandmother baked things and gave out eggs every week. I was with a kid older than me, wanted to do some target practice with a 22, some short rounds, he also brought a double barrel 12 gauge which I thought had bird shot. We went out, he placed guns out of the way, but he did not follow safety rules, had two deer slug rounds chambered. He ran back to house had guns leaning on tree. I was behind tree a good ways back, just waiting. Their coon hound came out, tracked his scent, got excited at his smell on the guns and mucked about knocking them over onto a stump, it scared the dog and it stepped on the dual hammers, somehow discharging a shot. All I heard was a thunderous blast and I was knocked to the ground. Dog had spun it towards me, I couldn't hear or see but blinding pain. Felt like sweat running down my back but was blood, I'd be dead if it was the slug. The round blew apart a tree behind me sending a chunk of wood the size of an orange, glancing across the back of my head/neck. I still to this day have a small spot where I have nerve damage and it's numb when I touch.

15 We were traveling through middle lower Canada, I unbuckled grabbed an apple from back of station wagon. Just has buckled back up, I see a ladder coming at the windshield, dad yelled swerved to shoulder, car bit soft shoulder and then chunks of blasted bedrock, car flipped on roof, slide 150 feet, windshield and roof closing in, being shredded. Without thought I unhooked, dropped to roof, kicked my door open, pulled my brother out, he was screaming, I had broken his collar bone with my arm, mine was fractured. I pulled open dads door, blood all over front windows, my mom was covered in blood, face pressed against caved windshield . I watched emergency crews extract her, I watched my dad have a heart attack, my brother writhing in pain. I stayed up 3 days no sleep, making sure my mom was woken up every so many minutes to not let her slip into a concussionary sleep, I couldn't place that solely on my dad and his broken heart.

16 working at the diner, started at 14 washing dishes as my barber knew the owner, by 15 I was prep cook, by 16 I ran window, kitchen and staff at night after school and weekends. One night closing troubled dude Chad came in fucked up. Drunk and on drugs, he found a 2 foot long bread knife and was just trying to chop bread we had just made earlier that day, crushing it. He kept saying not sharp enough... Not sharp. He kept sharpening it as I scrubbed the grills clean, he was taking heads of lettuce and chopping the fuck out of them, and sharpening this fucking knife, I couldn't leave, every time I'd try he would grip my shirt and not let me pass, I thought about running and jumping through the cramped food pass through window for the servers to grab plates , but feared failing. I have always been a very big dude. Only one server was in restaurant, she was vacuuming and I also feared he would hurt her. The offspring came on the radio, You Gotta Keep 'Em Separated.... And I heard the 4th worse thing that has ever made my blood run cold and heart stop. I hear Chad say quietly.. Gotta separate your head.. I bet it's sharp.. Then louder he says hey dude come here.

Only way out of the kitchen was past him, he was in doorway, to the right in hall was freedom /front door, the left a pantry room with walk in fridge, no exit. I turned from grill to knife rack behind me, may as well try.. I saw it empty, he had taken them all, now I knew this was partially planned ahead at some point. I approached the exit, he lifted knife up and as he blocked door, caught the blade on the wooden header. I lept at him, drove into him like a linebacker, I was definitely stronger and bigger, he went into the mug storage rack in hall, and fell onto floor, sitting in broken glass and still clutching the knife he was blocking the right, I ran to storage room, he got in behind me, split second decision I grabbed a can of pumpkin filling off shelf, he swung knife, I jumped back, he caught the tip of it in my left palm, in the meat of my thumb. He raised knife again and I hurdled the can at his face, it struck his throat, dropped knife and fell to knees gasping for air, I kicked his stomach like I was punting a football and he fell on his face. I slammed steel door closed and dragged a 300 pound potato peeler and steel table to block door. By then server was shrieking as she heard the glass mugs fall and shatter, she called the police as I pressed my body against table, blood running down to floor off table from my hand, as he was stabbing door with knife, telling me that... It's just a head. I walked away with a nice little permanent scar on my palm.

*not done yet.. All 2 of you still reading.. Now is your chance to stretch, get a refreshment, or back out of post, warning next segments are very vulnerable for me to share and hard to read*

29...May

I was in carpool, early on a Wednesday, and radio said section of freeway shutdown by emergency crews as report of pedestrian accident. Was about 5 am. I made it to work, got to about 830 and HR needed to see me, I went up front, my HR leader was looking upset and waiting, her eyes sad and wet. I said Holy shit you are firing me? She said no... But to come to office. In office two police officers stood up, called me by name, I asked... Holy shit, your arresting me? No.. Sit down. They asked if I had a car.. No. They said, we need to take you to your parents house. I'm demanded to know that's going on, again its you will learn once you get there, I told them to fuck off, grabbed phone, called parents house. All my dad would say was come home. I demanded to know what happened to mom, he said she's fine, come home.

Fast forward to riding with two cops making small talk as I was fighting off panic attack.

Got to my parents they were outside, took me into back yard and told me my brother and his wife were dead. My legs gave out, I couldn't hear anything but my screams of disbelief as the world started spinning and I'm clutching the grass trying not to black out. I thought car accident.. Had to be.. They told me he killed her and then himself. That was the pedestrian accident that morning, him jumping to his death off the bridge onto a major interstate freeway (number 1 worse thing I've ever heard.) my mind further dove into panic... 4 month old baby... They said was left safe in crib.

I went into protection mode, had to get my parents taken care of, mentally and physically they were shells of hurting pain and I was all they had. I loaded up their van with clothes and crap they needed, drove them to my rides share point, retrieved my car, got them home to my house. By then it was state wide news, every channels top story for local news, pictures of him and her, the standard trope of coworkers /neighbors stating.. What a surprise, seemed so quiet. I contacted my local police in case they figured out my connection and address.

Went back down with my dad, 81 missed calls on his answering machine, all news outlets, I made two leave that drove up driveway, one lingered in street... I go down did the... Our family is saddened by the senseless violence that's occurred, our sympathy and prayers go out to both families and all affected... After that they wanted more I told them to fuck off.

No answers why just outcome.

Got my dad back up to my house, dug in for 5 days, many tense I moments, fights, painful energy, got called in Sunday to a police interrogation room they had just spoken to the victims family.

They asked if I wanted details, I did, but I told them I dreamt it all... That I already knew. Detective asked what I thought, I told him she was sleeping, he stood over her a long while and then attacked her. Detective asked how I knew, I told him I drempt it multiple times.

*graphic ahead, warning *. Detective said at some point went out to shed, retrieved hatchet, had hatchet in spare bedroom, cover was found there, no idea how much time passed, went to bedroom, struck her in head repeatedly as she slept. She got up, ran down hall to escape he struck her as she fled based on forensic details in hall....made it to kitchen he grabbed large kitchen chopping knife, and sparing details stabbed her in a very excessive, repetitive manor and fled in her car. Neighbors heard screams but did not know where, she crawled halfway out front door, into deck and couldn't go further, she layed whispering for help.

He drove around an hour, tried to cut his own throat failed, called 911 from his cell and stated that no one would understand why he did it, but had to, the baby was fine, but had to. I've only read the transcript, haven't had the courage to listen to his last words. He jumped with cell in hand, and was just an open feed of traffic noise. Police came to bridge, identified address, found her, she had a faint pulse, but passed during life saving measures.

.......

So much to unpack from the point of all this...

I have a nephew that will soon be a legal man, that I didn't fight custody for that went to the surviving brother on her side, my parents were only allowed supervised visitation when they allowed, we were invited to 2 birthdays and I Christmas and that stopped I was not allowed any. When I tried I was told that my brother took away his mom, so he won't get to know me. My patents wanted to sue for visitation, I did not, enough pain has been done. I will reach out to this man once he desires to know my side. Pains my heart he never got to know his grandfather as my dad passed a few years ago.

It hurts because I'm not a violent person, I don't have it in me. I sacrafice my time and body to protect animals and others. But the blood that runs through me, that we shared, has repercussions in life that I don't blame anyone for thinking either. People often look at my large stature like I'm just prone to be a threat. I don't blame them, I can only imagine the justified reasons they think that about me.

No one won in the event, I have spent years learning medical training, suicide identification and prevention training, and de-escalation techniques that I can apply to situations as I see them.

I can't remember his last words, guilt washes through me as I tear myself apart... Could I have fucking seen it before it happened, and stopped it?? I'd have a brother to grow old with, to care for aging family with, to do normal things and my reality turned upside down.

I've lived for 16 years empty, hurting, I can't remember out last conversation, only his final action, trauma killed that for me. I have spent years trying to remember, tried meditating, drugs... I simply can't remember that will always hurt.

I could not find a murder support group, but did a suicide support group, I never felt like I fit they had family that left them and wounded them and I dare whine about missing him.

Survivors guilt /guilt by association runs rampant in me. I know I'm not him, I know we are just related but when their family treated me with no mercy, when you see a coworker you dare think you can confide in change look at you different and pull away, it causes a man to hold that in.

I've been to 10 years of counseling, taken 5 different anti depressants, 3 different anti anxiety meds, tried church and prayer, and involved myself into other things.

I didn't trust strangers before this, I've always been that antisocial loner, I was picked on and beaten at school because my dad supported the basics, garage sales and thrift stores for clothes. School clothing was store brand, shoes off brand, I used to hate my dad as I share his name, and it's unique and rhymed with a popular mascot back in the 90s, the whole class would chant a taunting Matra at me.

I don't trust anyone, no one the comes to me first. Even when I go to them i have so much trouble, I have such deep ingrained fear of abandonment that it makes me awkward , sociality awkward.

I've been asked why I write so dark at times, it's no different than love, or sex... I write from past, from mood, emotions and situations stored inside me, sometimes I write as situations unfold, but I've lived a life of emotions, easy to use that energy, people confuse it as me being depressed and sad... No, but I have been before.

I tend to be too loyal to those I connect, I take up too much attention, too clingy.

At 34 I had a bad luck situation, I was at a nature preserve, suddenly a dodge charger police car tears through the grass, I knew they were coming for me as I was the only one there, I leaned on a pole, watched a sheriff get out, gun drawn and pointed on center mass, and screaming something. I had my hands in my hoodie, hood up and that moment I felt like my life wasn't worth continuing, I thought about death by cop. Just start running and screaming at him, pray he unloaded not wounded. The last moment my mind slowed, my mom for years has asked... Do you feel safe. I had promised her I would never take my life. So I complied, deescalating the situation, found out man with gun sighted in area, dressed similar as me.

I lived in a deep shell, no emotions. No care no joy, no laughter, no.. Nothing.

Wasn't until maybe 7 years ago I told doctor I wasn't scared of anything, I could sit in a road, watch a semi come at me and my b heart rate wouldn't even climb, I didn't care.

My sleep was non existent for years. I would stay up as late as I could till exhausted and I found success with not dreaming, didn't always work. My dreams at times has flayed me alive. Thats when I started to write on tumblr, it helped my sleep.

Something needed to change and past trauma and the event that broke my back created two things... I crave emotions, not fake staged, bland, real displays, at times even hatred to me felt better than a pretend, numb act of emotions.

To protect myself.. The me I spoke of earlier... It's had it's use for me, within seconds comes up, can act logical, emotionless. When my heart on my sleeve is too freely , I feel too much, or I feel like I don't deserve I bring me up. That other me.

If I'm threatened I go calm, logical, even I feel like I have had too much energy stimulus, I let me ride in the captains chair.

I withdraw. From all. From family, friends, neighbors, strangers, tumblr peeps. I get cold when threatened with ultimatums, as me and me agree we don't deserve what we have.

Haven't for so long. The more who care, are the more who can hurt me, the more I have around me.. The more who will leave. The ones that leave hurt me deeply, even though it's the me that pushes, and causes the departure.

I'm afraid of being alone, yet to protect I push, find fault, a reason to be... Alone.

I am aware it's fucked up.

Hurts to open my soul and have someone leave, go silent, my favorite post lately that I wrote, that meant large meaning that got a few hits was... 'silence is a murder weapon'

I want to stress I'm not the victim, I'm not playing that card, the dead are the victims, my parents are the victims, the lives changed are the victims.

I am not needing condolences, or sorries.

I am what I am today and can only be that.

It's not a monster or demons, but occasionally a different me..

I carry scars and rough edges, intense emotions and trust issues, plaqued my anxiety attacks and insomnia.

I just needed to write this out to the universe.

#original writing #writers on tumblr #vulnerability #vulnerable #raw thoughts #spilled words #spilled writing #spilled ink #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #Pain #Trust #Hurt #Care #Truth #Laying it out

24 notes · View notes

mediocre-writerr · 3 years

Text

better half of me [lexie grey]

lexie grey x fem reader

requested: hi there can I request a Lexie grey x fem reader imagine where reader is marks sister and moves from Houston where she was working previously and gets a job in Seattle so when she arrives she flirts and sleeps around with all the nurses, but then she meets Lexie and falls deeply in love with her and stops sleeping around and tries to pursue Lexie but one day sees her and mark in bed together so she starts sleeping around again, and when the plain crashes Lexie makes it out alive, because reader saved her and when they get back reader confesses to Lexie, and if it’s possible could u write a time skip where they have a bunch of kids and are happily married?

trigger warning: slight mention of alcohol addiction

*not my gif*

You don’t remember what happened on that plane. How you guys got in the middle of the woods with your plane split in half. Everything was blurry, but you saw mostly everyone: Meredith, Cristina, Arizona, your brother Mark, and Lexie?

Wait...where’s Lexie?

You immediately shot up, ignoring the pain that you felt in the right side of your body. You tried walking normally when you started to limp.

“Woah, woah, Y/N!” Mark comes over and you finally look at your foot and hand.

Your hand was impaled by the pieces of the plane metal. It was numb. Your whole hand was numb, but you didn’t care about that. So was your foot, you couldn’t feel it. But you didn’t care, all you cared about was trying to find Lexie.

“Y/N, we need to get that out of your hand. It’ll cause serious damage,” he tried to stop you from whatever you were doing.

“No, I can’t. I got to-I got to find,” you start to say, but trail off.

He sits you down on the mulch ground before you can protest, “This is going to hurt,” he whispers.

He pulled the metal plane out before you could even realize what was happening. You let out a piercing scream, he immediately ripped a piece of fabric from his scrubs and wrapped it around your hand.

Before you knew it he did the same thing with your foot, “You need to rest Y/N,” he told you, but you shook your head, pushing him away.

“No! Where’s, where’s-” you start to say again.

“Lexie!” Meredith scream and your head shot towards the sound of her name like a deer hearing the softest of footsteps.

You ran towards her to see her trapped over a piece of hunky plane metal. Her breathing was heavy as she couldn’t move.

“Y/N, is that you?” she whispered.

You nodded, immediately lying down on the floor next to her, “Yeah, yeah. It’s me. I’m right here,”

“I’m gonna die,” she whispered.

You shook your head quickly, “No, no! You are not dying. I am going to save you, do you understand?”

You started to get up from the ground when she grabbed your hand, squeezing it ever so softly. You were met with those beautiful brown eyes that you completely fell in love with. Then all the memories from when you first moved to Seattle and meeting Lexie flooded back.

“So I was thinking you and I go on a date tonight. Something casual, wine and pizza at my new place,” you asked, suggesting more to come out of the date.

The nurse had her head propped up onto her chin, “I’d really like that, but what’s for dessert?” she whispered back.

You were about to answer when someone shoved a chart in the nurse’s face. You looked to see a dirty blonde haired woman. She gave you a fake smile, “Hey, Dr. Grey?” you looked at her coat, “Have you seen uh Dr. Sloan?” you asked a dirty blonde hair girl.

She looks at you, slightly annoyed, “Another one of Mark’s suitors?” she asked and you shook your head.

“That is probably the grossest thing I’ve ever heard, I’m Y/N Sloan, Mark’s sister,” you told her, “I heard a lot about you,”

“That explains the flirting with the nurses, wait- Mark talks about me?” she asked and you nodded, “What does he say?”

“Well that depends are you the ‘dirty mistress’ Grey or ‘little’ Grey?” you return the question and she just internally rolls her eyes.

“Of course he says I’m the dirty mistress,” she whispered.

You were about to respond when someone called Meredith’s name. You followed the sound of the voice to see a beautiful brunette girl approaching the two of you. Your eyes widened slightly at the beauty of this one girl.

Her brown doe eyes caught your attention and you smiled ever so slightly, “Cristina needs you to help her with a CT scan. It’s for a patient,”

“Thank you Lexie,” she said, but before walking away she turns to you, “I’ll page Mark. Try not to flirt with any more nurses while you wait. We already had a case of syphilis, we don’t need another,”

You let out a heart laugh, “It was nice to finally meet the dirty mistress,” you teased and you knew it was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

“You know Mark?” the beautiful girl named Lexie asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, he’s my brother. I just moved here from Houston, got a call from Dr. Webber himself and was offered a job,”

“That explains the comment,” she mumbled and you just raised your eyebrows, “Mark’s known to be a player around here and by the looks of it, it runs in the family,”

“Well, you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” you said with a shrug.

She scoffed softly, “Is that my favorite Sloan?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You see Derek walking towards the two of you. You wrap your arms around them and pat his back in the process.

“I hope I’m your favorite Sloan,” you teased, “Where is my brother anyway?”

“I have no idea, but I heard you got a job here. You’re here to give me a run for my money huh?”

“Wait, your specialty is neuro?” Lexie asked.

“Yep and to answer your question Derek I am definitely going to give you a run for your money. Head of neuro will be mine,” you joked as he rolled his eyes.

“Did someone forget to tell me that my baby sister got a job at my hospital?” you heard his voice boom through the lobby. You rolled your eyes playfully as he hugged you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a job here or better question how many nurses numbers have you gotten?” he asked and the two of you laughed.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out pieces of paper, “I taught you well!”

Lexie who was still standing there scoffed as Derek just let out a sigh, “The two of you are insufferable,” she stated annoyed before walking away.

You looked at her as she walked away, “Is she single?”

“Nope, that’s off limits for the both of you. You’re not going to put her through that,” Derek stated and you let out a sigh.

You were snapped back into the harsh reality as Lexie tried her best to squeeze your hand, “Y/N, I still remember being on your service. You came to talk to me about our patient...” she was lost in thought before she started speaking again, “It was a Jane Doe after a tragic car crash and I was having a rough day because of my dad. Then you, you heard me snap at Meredith...”

She started to trail off and you nodded, “I remember,”

You were walking up to where Meredith and Lexie were talking. Meredith started to walk away as Lexie followed behind her. You posted at the nurse’s counter next to where they were standing to right down a quick note, when you heard them argue.

“My mother was born in March. He lied, he’s a liar. And I’m glad. Really, I’m glad that you found him charming. I’m sure he was delightful. He’s a blast after five drinks not so much after nine though, he gets a little weepy and mean,” you overheard her say.

You were about to walk away and find her later when she yelled, “He’s a drunk, Meredith. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How sad he is that he doesn’t get to spend more time with you. You know, yesterday he told me I was his favorite daughter. The day before I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before he wrote me a check for 20,000 dollars because he said I deserved everything life had to offer because he was so proud of me. A lifetime’s worth of proud. So you can’t listen to anything he says,” her voice started cracking and your face softened, “Because it’s not about you. It’s about a pint and a half of Dewar’s. So thank you for letting me know I needed to keep a better eye on him. Thanks.”

She started to walk away and you stood in front of her trying to get her to calm down. You noticed the tears forming in her eyes, “No please don’t,” she pushed you away gently before walking away.

You immediately followed after her to the attendants break room. You looked the door behind you as she sat on the couch, placing her head in her hands. You walked over and sat right next to her, sitting there in silence.

There were a few moments of silence before you spoke up again, “I know what it’s like to have a drunk dad. You’re not alone. You don’t have to take this on all on your own,” you whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “If you want you can rest up in here. I can handle Jane Doe until you’re ready. If any of the attendants give you shit about being here, let them know I gave you permission. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here,”

Lexie squeezed your hand, bringing you back from the memory, yet again, “That was the first time I saw you as an actual person. Not someone who just wanted to mess around with people’s feelings, an actual person,” she smiled softly through the pain, “But I didn’t fall in love with you until the night at my dad’s house. You came to pick me up to take me to Meredith’s party and my dad was drunk and he was mean and he-”

“I know, I remember,”

You pulled up to Lexie’s house. You were supposed to meet up with one of the many nurse’s you’ve been hooking up with it. But you cut it off, you cut them all off.

After you comforted her, all you could think about was her. How intelligent she was. How sweet and kind she tries to be with everyone around her. Yeah, she was beautiful, but she was so much more than that.

That’s the only time you’ve ever felt that towards anyone.

You knocked on the door, you waited patiently. One minute would pass and you decided to knock again. But no one answered.

You turned the door handle and surprisingly it opened. You looked around the room to see shattered glass all over the floor and Thatcher passed out on the couch.

Lexie was sitting on the kitchen floor. A deep cut on her forehead. Her eyes red and puffy as she swept the shattered glass with a small broom.

“Lexie! What happened?” she jumped at the sound of her voice.

She sniffled, “He-he got mean and he didn’t like that I was going out. He through his beer bottle at me, not just one either,”

You looked at the empty beer case next to the couch and you pulled her up from the floor. Immediately, pulling her out of that horrid house.

The car ride was silent as you felt your blood boil. You forgot all about Meredith’s party and went straight to your apartment. The two of you entered and you immediately grabbed your first aid kit.

Lexie sat on the kitchen counter as you stitched up her forehead. The two of you in a comfortable silence. Once you finished bandaging her, you helped her off the counter.

“Are you okay?” you whispered and she nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“I-I’m fine,” her voice cracked as tears poured out her eyes.

She let out loud sobs as she broke down onto the floor. You scooped her up in your arms to keep her from falling onto the floor.

You held her tight as she buried her face into your chest, “Shhh I got you. You’re safe now. You’re okay.”

That night she fell asleep in your arms. You picked her up and laid her gently onto your bed. You tucked her in, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I promise I’m always going to protect you,”

You started to get up when she squeezed your hand, “Please just stay with me,”

From that night on, you decided to be better. To do better. To be someone she deserved.

But once you got there, it was too late.

You were going over to Mark’s house to surprise him with takeout, when you walked into something you didn’t ever want to walk in on.

Mark and Lexie were cuddled up on the couch. Their clothes on the floor as a blanket hanged loosely over it.

It was too late. You were too late.

“I thought you hated me for a while. Your whole demeanor changed around me,” Lexie said, her breathing still heavy.

You heard shouts from Meredith from behind you as Cristina kept on yelling for her shoe, “I could never hate you,”

You walked into the attendant’s break room to see Mark and Lexie being all couple-like, “Hey Y/N,”

You have them a tight lipped smile before going to pour your coffee, “You’re not supposed to be here,” you stated simply.

“What?” Lexie asked.

You didn’t look up from the coffee pot, “It’s the attendants’ break room. Residents aren’t allowed. You need to leave,”

“Y/N, seriously?” Mark asked.

“I don’t make the rules,” you whispered.

You could feel Lexie’s stare piercing at you, “It’s fine Mark, I’ll leave,”

“What’s going on with you, Y/N?” Mark asked.

“Nothing I’m fine,”

You don’t know what came over. You gave up on trying to be better. Do better. So there you were with a nurse sleeping on top of you and the only person you could think of was Lexie.

Then of course like it always does the worst happened. Lexie came bursting through the room, “I uh I’m sorry. But Hunt wants to meet with us, Mark, Derek, Meredith, Cristina, and Arizona,”

“I’ll be right there,” you threw on your clothes and walked right past her.

“What’s your problem with me?” she asked as you guys were walking to Hunt’s office.

“Nothing,”

“Obviously there’s something, you won’t even look at me,” she stated a hint of sadness in her voice.

“There’s nothing. We’re fine,”

“Just stop and talk to me!” she yelled.

“There’s nothing to talk about Lexie. You already have one Sloan in your life. You don’t need two. Remember the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” you snapped.

“Y/N, I’m dying,” she whispered and you shook your head. The adrenaline coursing through your body.

“No, you’re not dying today, okay?” you whispered.

You started to get up again when she grabbed her hand, “Please just stay with me. I have one more thing I want to say,”

“I always thought you were-you were a player. You didn’t want to settle down, you just wanted fun. But that didn’t stop me from loving you. If things were different, if we were different,” she whispered and your eyes started to tear up, “I never loved Mark the way I loved you. And he knew that, we both knew that.”

“Stop, okay? No goodbyes. You’re going to become and amazing neurosurgeon, Lexie. You have so much more to learn. A whole life ahead of you,” you told her, “You’ll settle down with kids and a husband or wife. Someone who makes you happy,”

It was her turn to shake her head, “I don’t get that. We will never get that together. I know you hate me, but Y/N, you’ll always be my favorite what if,”

That was all it took for you to get up. You don’t know what came over you, but you stood up and you tried lifting the stupid plane metal off of her. You let out a groan as you started pushing it off.

Hysterical strength is what they called it. When your adrenaline and your hormones and body chemistry kicks in during a dangerous situation. You pushed the plane right off of her.

Then started to immediately patching her up. Not too long later a rescue plane arrived. Lexie started falling in and out of consciousness.

You sat in the emergency room as your hand was getting checked out. They rushed Lexie back to the OR, you didn’t care if your hand lost all its function. All you cared about was her.

“I always knew,” Mark whispered to you as the two of you sat next to each other in the emergency room, “That she loves you and that you love her. I don’t know why I thought that I could get into the middle of it,”

He places his hand in your numb one, “She’s going to be okay,”

“The last thing she’s going to think about me is that I hated her. I never hated her,” I whispered.

You don’t know how long it was before the doctor came out, looking straight at me, “She’s okay and she’s asking for you.”

You shot out from your bed and rushed to her room. She sat there, her hair slightly messy as she gave you a small smile, “Hi,”

You immediately ran towards her, cupping her face as gently as possible, before pulling her closer. The two of your lips finally touching. It was magic. Sparks flying as the two of you kissed.

“I never hated you. I could never hate you. I’m sorry I was just so jealous and upset about you and-“ you started to ramble as you pulled away.

“I know,”

“I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” you whispered, “Please don’t ever leave me. You’re too special to be a what if,”

Fifteen years later

“So mommy used to have super strength?” your youngest daughter turned to Lexie and you chuckled softly.

Lexie nodded, “She still does. Whenever you’re in danger, mommy will help activate her super strength and help you,” Lexie bopped her nose as the two of you told her, her favorite bedtime story.

“She’s like the Hulk!” your son added and you laughed before ruffling his hair.

“You guys really set the bar for love stories didn’t you?” your teenage daughter asked, rolling her eyes playfully after hearing the semi true fairytale story for a thousandth time.

“Oh definitely. You can try to beat us, but you’ll fail,” you teased her and Lexie pushed you playfully.

You guys laugh, “Bedtime everyone!” Lexie announced.

“Goodnight,” the two of you said to your youngest daughter, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Before hugging your son and daughter.

The two of you settled into bed as Lexie curled up into your arms. She placed her hand in yours, squeezing it ever so softly. The feeling of her hand in your once injured one was comforting.

“You’re my better half, did you know that?” you whispered, “You bring out the better half of me,”

“And you bring out mine,”

#grey’s anatomy imagines #lexie grey imagines #lexie grey x reader #lexie grey

359 notes · View notes

mc-the-bunny · 3 years

Text

Okay so hear me out this is my first ever story...

Have mercy on me please :')...

So i had the thought about lucifer being a winemom. And even though i dont particularly like lucifer i was thinking....

What if he would masterbate with the wine bottle and then mc walks 😳🍷

The story:

It had been a long tough day for lucifer.

All day he had been swarmed by paperwork,meetings, bills from mammon and Asmodeus buying things and making sure you dont get eaten or lose interest in him. After all he couldnt bare the thought of you losing interest in him or even worse you dying..

that would be the scariest thing happening to him after lilith died..

beel had also eaten everything in the house twice today. In response this had send satan in a rage, he had punched holes in cabinets and walls.

So now not only lucifer had paperwork he also had to scold satan, which was no easy task. The blonde demon had flung at him so many times (one hitting his abdominal area) before Lucifer could finally get him under control. He lifted his clothing up to reveal a nasty bruise grunting at the touch.

He would deal with satan later.

He also had to Prepare the repairing spells which required special ingredients they didnt have anymore due to beel eating everything including several dishes... So he'd have to go search for the ingredients.... Sigh* why doesnt akuzon have tge ingredients lucifer thinks while scroling to look if they did...

Akuzon had a lot from the east indian special black and red inc he used to the stuff his brothers bought. But sadly no spell ingredients... He could ask solomon if he could get some of the ingredients but he knew solomon would probably want to make a pact with him in return.... Not that he would ask for help otherwise, after all the Avatar of pride didnt need help from a sorcerer.

He walked up to his liquor cabinet

( which was massive)

First he had to drink some demonius to lighten his headache. (and stresslevels because lets be honest the poor man works way to much)

grabbed a bottle of demonius and sat back down behind his desk drinking straight from the bottle.

He hadnt even bothered to pore it into a glass because he would end up drinking the whole bottle anyways.

(bottles and time passed)

3 bottles of demonius later and lucifer finally felt at ease. His alcohol tolerance was naturally very high so if he really wanted to get black out drunk like mammon and Asmodeus sometimes did at parties he would have to at least drink 6 bottles of demonius.

No the 3 bottles just left him tipsy and on edge, feeling like he wanted to have some sexual gratification.

he took the empty bottle of demonius and looked at the shape. The bottles in the devildom (and human world) didnt look to different from those weird toys he saw Asmodeus walking with a few times.

He smirked opening his drawer he took some orgasm gel out. It was the gel he had wanted to use with mc, mc however was already wet enough on their own for him. Dripping down their legs before lucifer even entered them.

He smiled.

However he wasnt going to be dependent on some human to satisfy him.

He didnt want you to think he needed you.

No he was going to satisfy himself with this bottle of demonius, that was now covered in gel. He undid his pants, pulled off his underwear,

and let his hardening member jump out. He putting it on his desk and started to roll the cold bottle back and forth slowly.

his cock hardening at the temperature difference of the bottle. "Fuck " he muttered while pleasuring himself.

He would've been more than embarrassed if anyone would ever know what he was doing, no this was something only he would ever know about.

The only reason he didn't cum was because he didnt want the paperwork to be dirty with his cum. He would never stoop so low.

No he would never.

After massaging his cock with the bottle until it turned the temperature of his skin he looked at the bottle again.

Another idea popped up in his head.

The top looked to be the similar shape of the dildo he had bought recently for mc.

They had been very thankful and thrilled to try it out.

So curious that they couldnt wait to try it and he ended up watching them masterbate in front of him. He shouldve filmed it.

Such a gorgeous delicious sight should be filmed after all he thought.

He'd have to ask mc next time if he could film it.

Their moans of that night had flooded his senses remembering the lovely noises they had made, they seemed to feel so good with that toy inside their ass cumming on his sofa in his secret study.

He walked over to the sofa and looked.

mcs cum still visible on the dark red velvet.

He smirked positioning himself on the sofa ass up.

putting gell on the other side of the bottle now before slowly sliding the bottle in his ass.

A fairly loud moan escaped his mouth.

Its a good thing he had casted a spell to make this room sound proof for the time being otherwise his brithers might of heard him.

No that would be unbearable. They would definitely tease him over it, and his pride would be more shattered than ever.

Due to the orgasm gel his slit around it quite easily. He positioned himself feeling the cold glass reach deeper and deeper in his ass.

His body now felt like it was on fire with pleasure. Another loud moan escaped his mouth. Then he started thrusting the bottle in and out of his ass.

He could feel a orgasm going through his body at high speed.

Faster and faster rougher and rougher. As long as he was in control he didn't care how rough it was.

(nothing to rough for this sadist)

The sounds of his moan increasing in volume with every thrust.

He felt pure pleasure as he felt he was going to cum, he had preps for that to happen however and he Swiftly took the other empty bottle of demonius as he cummed into the bottle.

Putting the full bottle of cum to the side.

He was going to keep thrusting for a littke more he thought.

"Lucifer?"

Lucifer stiffened at hearing your voice, and looked at you like a deer in the headlights.

"what are you doing?"

"Nothing i i was doingbpaperwork "

"with that bottle up your ass? "

You couldnt help but laugh.

Not in a humiliation way but it was the last thing you had expected to walk into when opening his door.

After the knocking was left unanswered you had stepped in only to find lucifer with a bottle of demonius up his as and flushed cheecks as red as apples.

I can explain lucifer quickly pulled the bottle out and sad up, his pride scattered and fearfully awaiting your reaction. What was he thinking not putting a spell on the lock!?.

He would have to wash those bottles secretly later.

washing would be safer due to nosey brothers . you would never be sure if anyone found the bottles or would stumble upon it by accident.

They woukdve immediately known who the bottles had belonged to, after all lucifer was the only one having multiple bottles of demonius on him at all times.

"Lucifer, im sorry for laughing my beloved. Its just that i hadnt expected to find you.. In such state"

... Lucifer fell silent. he felt like his life was over. he was beating himself up for letting this happen.

What would you think of him now?

Would you turn away? He would never get over it if you did.

Sensing his worry you walk up to him and put a arm around his shoulder (not knowing if you should put them on his cock instead)

"Lucy i understand"

You smile at him.

With bewilderment in his eyes he looks at you.

"You do? "

"Yes lucy babe i do, you were under so much stress today. i already thought you had forgotten our date tonight so i initially came to remind you of it "

"im so sorry mc i shouldnt forget -"

"no its okay Lucy its not your fault"

You looked over to the second bottle of demonius on the ground, seeing what you were almost sure to be Lucy's cum in it.

"It is mc how can i apologise? "

"Ill take that bottle"

before he can say no or even think about it you grab the bottle crawl to the corner of the sofa and smell the liquid in it.

Now emerged with the smell of the last bits of demonius his cum smelled like some sort of delicate wine.

"hhhmmmmm it smells so good lucy darling"

He looks at you in shock for a bit but as soon as he realises you dont judge him for masterbating with a bottle he loosens up.

"Does it now my beloved? "

You look up happily

"Yes"

Lucifer chuckles he tries to take the bottle back but you see it comming and quickly run to the other side of the room.

"Nuh uh its mine now lucy"

Lucifer scoffs and makes his way over to you.

Before he can reach you however you already started drinking his cum out of the bottle. Your eyes still fixated on his to see his reaction.

He looks at you before regrouping himself and making his way over to you.

You run to the other side before you continue drinking his cum wine.

"Hmmm mm hmmmmmm, if water tasted like this i would definitely drink enough on a day"

"Mc, stop this weird behavior at once and hand me the bottle..

before i punish you."

He reaches to grab you but having spend so much time with mammon you know how to avoid getting caught. Running further.

Lucifer can't help but smirk, after all hes secretly really proud of you and himself. After all you said his cum is delicious and are getting quite protective.

it is as if lucifer has to take candy from a child.

"Be a good girl and finish it all then"

Your eyes sparkle in excitement

*Really lucy? Thank you!! "

You sit down on the sofa again tired from running around. Lucifer sits besides you rubbing your back waiting for you to finish it all.

You do finish it surprisingly fast and put down the empty bottle. You want to hug him but-

Lucifer grips your hands and handcufs them

"Lucy?"

"yes darling"

he smirks biting your ear softly.

You squeel

"Lucy what are we going to do? We have to be at the restaurant at 6 remember?"

He positions you in a way your but is sticking up. He squeezes it and this draws a moan from your mouth.

"I remember that, we still have 3 hours"

"but-" you stammer.

"i said i would punish you

so be prepared sitting might hurt a bit in the restaurant. "

He says as he takes out his whip ready to spank you senseless for not obeying him.

I hope you enjoyed.

Im sorry for spelling errors im dyslexic😣

#anime #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me texts #obey me mc #obey me dark #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me luficer #lucifans #lucifer #lucifur #lucifer fluff #obey me fluff #obey me smut

120 notes · View notes

0littlestwolf0 · 3 years

Text

Poisoned Appletini

Yandere! Eddie Longo

Ship: Yan!Eddie Longo x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, adultered drink, stalking, yandere-ish behavior

Requested by: @tomriddlessecretvampiredemigod

Don’t be out alone at night.

Be vigilant at all times.

And never accept any free drink that wasn’t sealed.

Those were three rules (out of many) to survive life as a woman. Three rules your parents, authorities, and society in general had told you over and over again until it was engraved in your brain.

And yet you forgot to put the words into action.

To be fair, you had had a very stressful couple of weeks beforehand, having to wake up extra early every morning to get ready for an awful day surrounded by people you didn’t like telling you how to do your job.

So, in the midst of all that havoc you found a little routine that made life just a tiny bit more bearable.

Every Monday and every Friday at precisely 9:00pm you’d stop by that club everyone you knew kept talking about, you’d order an Old Fashioned and look closely as it was being made while talking about nothing with that cute bartender whose shift you apparently always seemed to catch.

Those talks usually consisted on nothing of real importance, making fun of people who seemed to be way too drunk, creating interesting stories about strangers the other picked, and what you had considered harmless flirting.

It was anything but harmless.

This Friday had been way too chaotic to put much mind on anything else, you had gone with your usual routine until it seemingly out of nowhere became too much. You couldn’t even glance at your coworkers without feeling the urge to yell at every single one of them.

Your boss was no exception, and when that jerk started yelling at you instead for arriving a minute late after lunch you just couldn’t take it anymore, wouldn’t take it anymore. Honestly, if you tried recalling that moment you’d most likely see something similar to an out of body experience.

The way you almost weren’t in control when your arm threw your water at your boss, and then how your lips moved almost out of your control telling him where he could stick his stupid minute. And then a silent ride to the club in which you were now drinking your usual.

Eddie listened to your every word as you recounted your day, his eyebrows going up and down as your story progressed, every time more and more engrossed in the sound of your voice, his whole body leaning ever so slightly in your direction from the other side of the counter.

As you finished he had drummed his fingers against the polished wood and smiled “You know what this means, right?” He had the widest smile.

His excitement made you laugh

“What?” You asked fully leaning in the counter

He turned around and kept moving around under your curious glance, blocking your view of whatever he was doing, dodging your every question with soft laughter and a couple “you just wait”

And then he placed a green drink in front of you.

It looked and smelt pretty good, you realized. It even had a slice of fruit decorating it, you rose a brow at him.

“It’s a special Appletini, on the house” he explained “A congratulations on starting your new life” he added with a strange smile, one you mistakenly thought nothing of as you began downing the liquid.

It almost tasted like apple, there was something else in there though, something that made everything bitter-y but since you’d never had one before you just figured that was how it was supposed to be.

A couple seconds later you began feeling dizzy, it must’ve been a strong drink, stronger than anything you were used to, you tried to look at Eddie and ask for water, but your head was just too heavy, and so was the rest of your body, it made you stumble out of the stool you had been sitting on.

“You okay?” His question only dimly registered in your brain, but you managed to shake your head regardless.

He wasted on time on getting to your side, his hands taking a hold of both your arms as he directed you outside “I’m taking you home” was all he’d say, and you tried to reply, you really did try to tell him that you’d never told him where you lived, he must’ve been confusing you with someone else.

You can’t remember much more afterwards, only waking up with a pounding head and Eddie offering you water. You tried to scream but your body was too weak to do anything but drink water and stay in bed for the next couple of days, he didn’t even bother tying you up knowing how it would take you a while to take full autonomy of your body.

The second you heard his car taking off you’d try to move some and some more, at first your body had been too heavy, then too weak or clumsy, but sooner than he had expected you were able to move, still putting on a facade of a slow healing in front of him.

And then, one night after he’d left you got up as fast as you could and bolted to the door, which of course was locked, then you looked at a couple of windows until you found one whose lock was so old and worn out even you in your weakened state could break.

You jumped before taking a good measured look outside and began trying to run, but he had been heading back, unfortunately for you he had forgotten his wallet, and he caught you exactly like a deer on the headlights.

Your legs were much too weak to run faster than him, and in no time he had you back in the house that looked even weaker than you.

He wasn’t yelling though, not even raising his voice, but he had you wrapped so tightly in his arms it was hurting you as you tried to squirm away. Something you had noticed about him is that he rarely got mad at you, not being able to talk the last couple of days he had gone on and on about the beautiful life the two of you would share.

Making comments about whether or not he wanted children and deciding it would be up to you, but you only wanted to yell at his face and maybe spit in his direction and then run the other way.

But now he was silent, he’d never been this silent before, he let you loose momentarily as he turned around to lock the door and you tried to hit him square in the chest, I say try because it ended up being more of a slap than anything, but it took his attention back to you regardless, his eyes clouded and his breath going in and out in puffs.

The sight made you shiver and your instincts forced you to run the other way, but he grabbed your arm and twisted it in a very painful angle behind you as he forced you to walk to the bedroom he had had you imprisoned in.

“You are not leaving me” he said only once, twisting it even further with every poisoned word.

You were crying out of an ungodly combination of fear and pain “You’re hurting me!” You cried

He spun you around and forced your back against the wall getting close inside your personal space “You hurt me first” he declared with his whole face going red “pulling out of nowhere that running away shit! What the hell were you thinking! Fuck!” Every word he said made him angrier “After everything I’ve done for you?”

“You kidnapped me!” He slapped you as soon as the words left your mouth, and then he forced you to face him with a steel grip on your chin.

“I saved you!” Was his only reply “And you are never leaving me”

#tell me a story #Eddie Longo x reader #paul wesley #paul wesley x reader #yandere paul wesley #yandere eddie longo

59 notes · View notes

omgbubbletea · 3 years

Text

Dating George Weasley Would Include

Let’s get one thing straight, it doesn't matter what house you're in

Sure, it would be a bonus if you were in Gryffindor because that would mean he wouldn't have to sneak into your common room to be with you

Blood status also doesn't matter to him

If he loves you, he loves all of you

The reason you and George are together is all thanks to Fred

He had grown sick and tired of George constantly talking about you

How pretty you were

How nice you smelled

How he felt butterflies every time you smiled at him

The boy must have been in-love or something

On the other hand, Fred had found out you had feelings for George by constantly bugging you on the subject till you cracked and told him

Being the oblivious pair George and you were, neither of you had realised the others feelings

This is when Fred decided to take matters into his own hands

His plan consisted of locking both you and George in a janitors closet until you both confessed your feelings

He had told you guys to meet him in this particular closet for an emergency meeting

With the two of you being so ignorant, you walked into this closet, wondering where Fred was and why he had chosen such a weird place to meet

As soon as you guys crossed the line, that’s when Fred had locked the door

“Fred! what are you doing? Let us out!” (you and George started to yell)

“If you guys want out, then there’s something you should get off your chest first”

You both knew instantly what he was talking about

Fred’s plan was almost fool-proof except for the fact that both you and George had your wands and could just alohomora your way out

Oh, wait...

Fred had known you too well and knew you both always left your wands in the dorm during free time before dinner

“Fred this isn't funny”(George was starting to get on edge)

“Do you hear me laughing?”

The closet was small(but who said you found it a problem(; )

A couple of minutes passed

“Look (y/n)...”(George began to say slowly)

“I- I like you”

“I like you a lot, more than a friend probably should”(was that his heart pounding in his chest George could hear?)

At that moment your head shot up to meet his gaze

Did he just confess his feeling to you?

Did he feel the same?

Hope began to form in your heart

“George...”(he was ready for his heart to be broken)

“I’ve felt that way since I first met you”(a smile began to break on your face)

When I tell you that that boys smile lit up the room

Nothing more was shared at that moment except for a hungry kiss

He had been craving your lips for awhile now

Of-course the moment only lasted so long before Fred swung the door open

“Ew, gross guys!”

The two of you just grinned

If you are not in Gryffindor, then your days usually consisted of sneaking into the others common room

It’s a usual thing

Cuddling on the couch

Playing board games

Your friends(and others in your house) are used to seeing George around

Surprisingly, you guys have never been caught(thanks to the marauders' map)

He’s always waiting outside of the common room so you guys can walk to breakfast together

You guys always sit next to each other in the great hall

If you are in a different house, he will walk you to your common room at the end of the day and give you a kiss goodnight(which usually gets a bit heated)

Pet names

Darling and gorgeous are his most used

You can’t help but get butterflies every-time those words roll of his tongue

“Well hello gorgeous”

Small forms of PDA

Hand holding

Arm around your shoulder

Arm around your waist

Temple kisses

Cheek kisses

Knuckle kisses

He LOVES it when you play with his hair and just melts into your touch

I have a theory that the twins give the BEST hugs

Bear hugs that engulf you

Hugs from behind where he pulls you closer to him

(and he’s always so warm...like what?)

You love wearing his jumpers

Yes, they are always baggy on you

You love the smell of them though(strawberries, vanilla and a bit of a smoky hint)because it’s just like having George there

He gives you one of his jumpers to keep so you would stop stealing all his other ones

It’s your favourite item of clothing and you always wear it to bed

Your first “I love you” came out of nowhere

The two of you were in the common room studying for an upcoming test

You should have been in your bed by now but of-course this test was more important than your exhaustion

With papers strewn across the table and your hand cramping from writing, you continued with your work, although George had stopped

Suddenly, you had become aware of him gazing at you

“Can I help you?”

“It’s nothing, you’re just...so beautiful”

You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks

“I love you”

The phrase was just audible

You had looked up in shock unsure if you had heard right

George was yet to comprehend what he had said when it all hit him

“Oh (y/n), I’m sorry! It just sort of slipt out- I didn’t mean to say it- I mean I want to say it because I love you but not that-”

You just chuckled at his constant rambling

“George, calm down, I love you too”

“I don’t want to make you se- wait, what did you just say?”

“I love you too”(you said it gently)

“Really..?”(he didn't sound too convinced)

In gesture, you gave him a sweet kiss, melting into the moment

It seemed to calm his mind

Spending summer and Christmas at the burrow

Molly loves you

She knits one of her famous sweaters for you for Christmas

If you are muggle-born(or even half-blood), Arthur loves when you tell stories about muggle life

When Ron was younger, he had a BIG crush on you

Now when he thinks about it, he just gets embarrassed

Ginny looks up to you(and thinks you're a bad bish)

You and Ginny love to have sleepovers together and gossip about all the people in Hogwarts

You also get filled in on all her latest “love life” with Harry

Fred is one of your best and closest friends

He is happy that George found someone to make him happy

You’re Fred’s wing-women(although he doesn't agree because you haven’t done the best of jobs)

You guys love to tease George together

Although it’s mainly just Fred teasing you and George

“Can you guys get a room?!”

It was in those moments that Fred may have regretted locking you guys in that closet

As much as he loves you, he does get a bit tired of hearing George talk about you all-day(nothing changed since he confessed his feelings for you)

Lee is also a close friend to you

It was only inevitable for you guys to bond with the twins being best friends with him

Many times have the two of you tried to get back at Fred and George with a prank

Sadly, the twins somehow always manage to know what you guys are planning

Let’s just say they prank you guys twice as hard for trying to outdo the masters

The twins are always playing “light” pranks on you

From dying your hair bright pink

To slipping a small amount of love potion into your drink

It’s always a risk being around the two of them

They love to get you involved in their pranks

This usually means standing guard though):

You remember this one time in potions when you were first learning about amortentia

There was a fresh batch of it at the front of the class and everyone around the room was trying to get a whiff

“Do I even have to ask what it smells like to you darling?”

You closed your eyes and gave a sharp inhale

“Vanilla, candy apples and amber” (you had said it so innocently)

George’s face was painted in horror

“What?!”

He was in disbelief because he KNEW he didn’t smell of amber or vanilla

“CEDRIC?!” (the twins spoke rather loudly in unison)

“But- I- wha-”(George began to stutter on)

At that point, you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer

“I’m only joking!”

When I tell you how quick that boy calmed down

“Oh thank Merlin”

That was revenge for staining your teeth blue for a whole week!

In all honesty, the pained look on George’s face when he realised you may not love him pained your heart

On the other hand, Fred thought it was hilarious

(If) you play quidditch for Gryffindor, then you are a chaser, otherwise, you are whatever position you got placed into

If you are not in Gryffindor, then you are always watching the quidditch game and supporting the twins(unless it’s your house playing)

He loves to find you in the crowd

You’re his #1 fan

Steamy kisses after the game

If they win the game then it’s going to be a lot more than kissing(;

He has ended up in the hospital wing a couple of times because of the game

It has never been too serious but you still can’t help but worry for him

“You know, even with a black eye and bloody face, I’m still the better-looking twin”

Fred just cracked up

“He must still be a bit loopy from all that pain killer”

If you don’t play quidditch, then George has defiantly tried to teach you

It didn’t go too well

You ended up falling off the broom at only 1 meter off the ground

Face-planted into the grass

Ended with you having a dislocated jaw

George felt guilty for the rest of the month and wouldn't stop apologising

Meanwhile, Fred had fallen on his ass from laughing too hard

Trips to Hogsmeade

Raiding Honeydukes

Dates at the Three Broomsticks

Drinking enough butterbeer to get tipsy

Lots of puns and dad jokes

You were once learning how to produce a Patronus in DA when someone had just spelled a deer

You looked over at George to see him struggling a bit with the spell

And that’s when the awful pun left his mouth

“Oh deer, I just can’t seem to produce a Patronus”

You tried to hold in your laugh

“Shove off Weasley”

He takes you to the Yule Ball

It’s a magical night

Full of dancing

Screaming the lyrics to the songs playing

Drinking fire whisky that Fred had smuggled in

Drunk snogging to the point where Snape found you guys and took 5 points off each of you

Dancing around the common room

Sneaking into the kitchens to steal food

Tickle fights(I feel like George is very ticklish)

Swimming in the Black Lake on a dare

Snowball fights in the winter

He never fails to make you laugh

He is more of the shy, reserved twin

Sometimes you just have to remind him that he is loved and noticed

He will compare himself to Fred and it will never be positive

You will reassure him and hold him for however long he needs

If what he needs is a good vent then you are ready to listen no matter what you are doing

He is more important

He is also more of the jealous twin

Don’t get me wrong, he won't go all psycho boyfriend when he sees another guy talking to you

He respects you and knows you would never leave him for someone else

But if there is flirting going on or the guy is trying to make a move

Let’s just say his temper won't last long

“Hello darling”

Que passionate kiss between George and you

“Sorry mate, she’s already taken”

You had never seen a guys face go paler

Or seen George go so smug

He always knows what to do when you're sad

He will listen to your every last word if you have to vent

Or he will hold you in his arms for hours while whispering sweet nothings into your ear if all you want to do is cry it out

By the end of it, you can't help but feel just a little bit better because of him

He loves to hear about your day and you can’t deny that he is the best listener

He low key has separation anxiety

He LOVES to spoon

Definitely the big spoon

Although he can’t help but love to be the little spoon sometimes

“Hey um...Do you mind if we?...”

“You wanna be the little spoon?”

“Yes please...”

He’s smiling on the inside

He may be a little shy in public but he’s a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean(;

He’s usually top but it drives him crazy if you switch rolls

I feel like he’s a hair puller?

Will always make sure you’re comfortable with everything

Super gentle at times

But also can be rough...

Would never do anything that would hurt you

Lots of cuddling after

He loves to give you flowers just to see you get all flustered

One time he stole flowers from the school grounds

Little did he know, Mcgonagall had seen the whole thing

“Mr Weasley, are those flowers from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse?”

The look on his face was a dead give away

“Funny story actually Professor...”

Let’s just say it wasn’t the funniest of stories

Braiding his longer hair

Showers together

Piggyback rides to class

Studying in the library with Fred(but he usually just gets bored and leaves)

He reads to you

Basically he is perfect in every way and will love you till the end

#Harry Potter #weasley #fred and goerge weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins #hp #harry potter x reader #imagine #x reader #imagines #y/n #hogwarts #weasley x reader

368 notes · View notes

writerwrites · 4 years

Text

Little Town Street

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: A college fling with Andy Barber is rekindled when you move back to Boston and you’re both single.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Smut 18+, language, tinge of angst, Defending Jacob spoilers / all the warnings that would go along with the series, fleeting mentions of divorce and bad breakups

A/N: *THIS IS A ONE SHOT* This is the Week 3 prompt to the Optimistic Captain Donut Challenge created by @captainchrisbaby, @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho , and @donutloverxo || The Week 3 Prompt was based on All Too Well by Taylor Swift || I’m only 3 months late, minimum || Fall dividers by @firefly-graphics

Boston. Your heart raced just thinking about getting back to the place you went to college. The glide of the tassel across your cap and the memories of late night conversations over pizza and beer while elbow deep in a tort. You’d loved the smell of law books and the haze of the green lamps on the library’s oversized and ancient oak desks. The magic of that place was lost on you while you were there, as was the magic of the few relationships you managed to establish while getting your law degree. But here you were, the little suburban town just out of the city, boxes piling up in the empty living room as you settled into your newly single life at a small firm that liked your big New York City success. This was a needed change after a painful breakup. This was your clean break.

Covered in sweat with your hair in a messy top bun, tank top slithering up the steep curves of your soft sides while the sun kissed the back of your bronzed skin, you heard a honk at the intersection in front of your house. The unexpected sound jolted you and the heavy box of books slipped from your fingers and landed on your foot. Hopping to the steps of your new brick home, you looked over at the intersection. It was a near-accident that was the cause of the ruckus. Both cars now at a standstill at the center of the four-way intersection. It took a minute for you to process the shock as you rubbed at your aching foot, but there he was, thick brown hair and bright blue eyes looking at you through the windshield of a black Audi A6. Andy Barber.

With such a public court case and the subsequent car accident, every news-viewing American knew who he was and knew a little too much about him. The problem was that while you’d sat in your own office in the Big Apple, trying to put yourself in Andy’s shoes, you watched a person you once knew in a new light and while your now-ex kept bringing up the commentary of obvious guilt, you couldn't help but sympathize with the collapse of his life. It was too easy for you to slip into the heartache of a family stalked and ruined, a person left so completely exposed and judged by everyone that you’d trusted. It was, after all, why you’d left New York. It was a miracle you’d gotten your fresh start, the Barbers certainly didn’t. You could picture it, but you never speculated, never stayed on the channel when the case came on. Every fiber of your being couldn’t look at him, not because of what broadcasters said but because of the too real memories of a love lost.

You were the one that ended the stare-off, your foot aching more with every passing second. Jaw clenched and lips pressed into a line, you were just about to convince yourself that there was no way Andy Barber, your biggest competition in college and your first love, was outside your new home… and then you heard him say your name. God, it always sounded so good coming from his mouth. The last time you’d heard it he was asking you not to go, drunk outside the bar you’d had your first date telling you that what you two had was bigger than the careers ahead. He didn’t see the tears streaming down your face once you turned away to get in your cab. Maybe, after all this time, he thought you didn’t hear him scream your name.

When you opened your eyes Andy was there at the bottom of your driveway on that little town street, brows knit together with concern as he locked his car that was perfectly parked on the steep driveway like he’d done it a million times. “Don’t look so worried about me, Andrew. You’re the one who just nearly crashed a bajillion dollar car.”

He laughed, despite noticing how you’d used his full name like you two were standing on opposite ends of a courtroom- and maybe you were. But that laugh, the warmth of it wrapped you up and you were thrown back through the magic and memories of that romance once more. The plaid shirts you stole in the middle of the night to run to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Your skin was covered in goosebumps despite the heat as you remembered how Andy had peeled you out of his shirts to warm you back up with his skin on yours, the metal of the fridge pressed to your back. Every moment with him was crystal clear in your mind the smells of autumn and taste of cider and beer when your tongues met, the feeling of his beard scratching your thighs, and... It took his hands on your chin to pull you out of the pain and want of those happier days that you’d ignorantly run from scared of settling. “Are you sure the box didn’t land on your pretty little head?”

The sound that passed your lips was practically a damn purr, you mentally cursed him for pulling it out of you with familiar ease. Opening your eyes to look up at him, you wondered if the emotions of that tumultuous relationship sat at the forefront of his mind too and if it was written on your face. “Nope, definitely landed on my foot.” Swallowing at the sandpaper in your throat, you looked at the swollen discolored mess. “You didn’t have to see if I was okay.”

“First, yeah, I did. It’s been fifteen or sixteen years since I’ve seen you. Second, I saw you hop over here clutching your foot. I can’t leave a wounded deer on the side of the road, can I?” His hands were stubbornly placed on his hips and that’s when you noticed the pale indent of a missing wedding band on his left hand’s ring finger. His blue eyes followed your gaze and he rubbed at the spot like he’d not gotten used to the absence of the cool metal. A similar thin, faded line from a discarded engagement ring on your matching finger. “I guess we’ve both been through it.”

Offering him a small smile, he helped you up and as Andy’s strong hands clutched your waist you wondered if he’d remembered just how ticklish the space between your ribs and hip were when he was careful to not touch you there. When you grabbed at the perfectly tailored coat trying to hop around the man let out an amused grumble and scooped you up. “Aren’t we a little old for grand gestures?” Your head rolled back as you laughed and he turned to get you through the door without smacking your injured foot on the frame. “Jesus are you hitting the gym and benching thick girls, Barber?”

The laughter filling the house was only amplified by his unceremonious dropping of you onto the love seat. The crooked smile looking down at you made you melt. That look, it was a drug that you’d had you first taste of in a mock trial, when he knew he’d won his case and looked back at you in the seats behind him, taking notes. “Other than the box on the lawn, are there any more?”

“You don’t have to..”

“But I’m going to and I want to. Besides, you can’t.” Andy was already pulling off his coat, loosening his tie, and buttoning his shirt before you could protest... not that you were capable of it. He bit his lip when he caught sight of you drinking him in. The slacks and the undershirt that clung to him. “Like what you see?”

“It’s rude.” You stated matter of fact, gesturing to all of him. Andy raised his hands as if to apologize, heading to the door to get to work. Closing your eyes, you could perfectly picture that one picture of the two of you at your graduation. Inadvertently, you mumbled to yourself. “I miss looking that damn good.”

If your eyes hadn’t been closed maybe you would’ve seen the way he froze in the doorway, biting his tongue before stepping out. It wasn’t until you heard the hefty thunk of a box on the hardwood floor that you peaked your eyes open. A clear sheen of sweat glistened on his brow and you bit your lip, the heat running over your body was hardly from moving boxes or the summer heat pouring in the front door. “Please tell me the rest of it isn’t boxes of books, Legal Beagle.”

Scoffing at the old nickname you sighed, “Nope, it’s just bottles of wine and liquor and pictures. The remnants that I didn’t want to break or misplace in the moving truck that came a few days ago.”

“You’ve been here for days and you didn’t call.” His tone was surprisingly wounded.

“Well, Legal Eagle, you didn’t exactly shoot me an email either.” Andy’s eyes burned into you when you used his old nickname back, but you couldn’t decipher what that look really meant. Before you could ask or apologize he was turning back out the door, leaving you there to chew the inside of your cheek raw.

Andy made quick work of the boxes in your car while you nursed your bruised foot trying to unravel the feelings bubbling to the surface of your mind in memories and regrets. When the front door shut, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up, eyes fixed on the bruise while you thought about the emotional bruising you’d caused each other. It wasn’t hard to really know why he hadn’t emailed, nothing funny in the broken pieces you bother were left to pack up and move on from. When had you started crying? Cheeks wet when his hands cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him, thumbs brushing the tears away. “Hey, if it hurts that bad maybe we should take you to get it looked at.”

Reaching up you grabbed Andy’s wrists, but you found yourself hanging there, incapable of pulling him off of you. Instead, your thumbs brushed across the inside of his wrists just applying a little bit of pressure before skimming your hands up the firm muscles of Andy’s forearms. Each of you tried to translate the signals the other was putting off. If it hadn’t been for the haze of being so close to him, maybe you would’ve had the sense to pull away. With a sniffle and apologetic smile you shook your head ‘no’- or at least to the best of your ability when he was still comforting you like no time or pain had passed between the two of you. How long had you been holding on to this first love?

This close you could see it, the little creases of age at the corners of his eyes and a little salt and pepper in his beard. Despite the way those lines seemed to crease his face like words of chapters you’d not been privy to, his blue gaze was unchanged and every welcoming detail of them looked at you like you hadn’t changed either. The moment his knee pressed between your thighs to your core you realized just how needy you were, whimpering and parting your legs as he lowered himself onto you. His hands moved down your neck to your breasts and a firm squeeze and the brush of his thumb over your nipples elicited another breathy moan from your lips. How long had it been since anyone had looked at you like that? How long since you’d gotten off?

“Andy,” The weight of his name on your tongue was dizzying, but the way he said your name back was just as heavy. You pulled his mouth to yours and he parted his lips to wrap around your bottom lip. His beard scratched at your chin, sending shivers down your body.

Picking your hips up from the couch, you satisfied the ache between your legs on his thigh. Smirking against your lips Andy pressed harder into your core. “You missed me.”

“To the bone,” The confession passed your lips and all you wanted was for him to stay, the thought alone so wholly selfish. Your eyes fluttered open, scared that it had been poison on his own tongue, noticing how he’d pulled away ever so slightly. “That wasn’t fair.”

Though it seemed like a poor apology, Andy was already shaking his head to reassure you that it wasn’t. That quiet, it wasn’t a trait in him you recalled. His hands moved down your frame and he pulled you onto his lap, careful to let you move your legs to straddle him and not hit your foot along the way. “Did you think I wouldn’t care that you were coming back?”

Before you could answer, he stole your air again. Andy’s lips pressed to your neck and he hummed as he tasted the salt on your skin. Then he found the spot he used to always mark, that spot that always seemed to peak just a little out of your favorite courtroom blouse. Gasping, your nails scratched softly at his sides. He took it as a hint and pulled off his undershirt, throwing it at the boxes that had his tie, coat, and button up. “Andrew. I’m trying not to assume anything here but…”

He looked up at you so sweetly that it erased whatever logic you were trying to pull on him with that one dopey smile. “Tell me this isn’t home.”

“I..” Your mouth bobbed open and you looked at him with wide eyes. Did he mean Boston or this moment on his lap like pieces were falling into place since you’d left.

Squeezing your thighs in his palms he repeated the question. “Tell me this isn’t home. Tell me you don’t remember the promise you broke. Tell me those boxes with pictures don’t have the pictures of us all over this town.” Was this a call out? If he hadn’t been looking at you with such heartache you would have looked away. “Maybe I asked for too much and maybe I was just as scared as you were about the future I saw for us… but tell me we didn’t just find our time.”

The tips of your fingers moved up his chest and settled at the sides of his neck, innocently tugging at his beard. Leaning forward you pressed your lips to his forehead and slipped off of his lap though your whole body seemed almost unamused by the cruel neglect of his warmth, your legs staying draped over him and one arm still linked through his. Looking over the boxes you found the stack with the bright blue sharpie, ‘winter clothes’ sprawled across the top as it sat halfway between the bottom of the stairs and the closet by the front door. “Grab that one.”

Andy untangled himself from you with his fingers burning across your skin, reluctantly slipping off the couch to grab the box. When he came back with it you noticed a hesitant look on his face. His eyes moved to his discarded clothes and you sighed and pulled him back to the small couch. “Want to tell me why you’re avoiding my questions?” Ignoring him you peeled the box open and moved a few things out of the way while you pulled out exactly what you knew you needed. “I don’t break over honesty anymo-”

Words seemed to escape him the moment he saw his scarf from the first time he’d gone home with you to meet your family. He didn’t do the meet-the-parents charade and the relationship had been new, but yours had welcomed him in and made him want his own one day. Andy never thought he’d settle with someone else, but that’s exactly what he’d done when you didn’t call, write, visit, or move back… he’d settled. That little trip was a memory he’d revisited often in the torment of waiting for you to come back. The pair of you had spent most of the holiday either studying for exams on your twin sized bed or pouring over old photographs from your childhood. Now you could practically see the memories flooding back as he reached for the scarf and brushed his fingers over the soft fabric.

So, it was your turn for a confession, an apology even. “I remember it all. I miss it all. We may have been young, but we weren’t wrong. No one knew me like you did. No one ever has. We grew up, but you lingered here.” Your fingers combed through his hair and tapped his temple before moving down his body to his sternum, tapping at his pulse, “... and here.” Andy covered your hand in his, drawing your fingers lower to the buckle of his slacks. Your cheeks went red and you nodded a ‘there too’ without being able to form the words.

“Do I get a hundredth chance?” The hope in his eyes was mirrored in your own, your racing heart no longer felt like a warning sign.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” A shaky laugh passed your lips. Andy wrapped his arms around you, tender, before he laughed too, his body shaking against yours. “Oh, this is a prank? Well, damn. That’s embarrassing.”

Andy looked at you and lunging forward, mouths ricocheting in a deep kiss, tongues hungry for the lost time. Only when you came up for air, the pair of you now buried in the couch cushions, did he speak up, “You deserve all the hell I’m going to give you for waiting this long to let me love you.”

“Does that mean you’re going to stay and rub my skin raw with this beard?” Squirming under him, the pair of you frantically reached for every clasp and zipper until there was nothing left between you. His lips moved down your frame and you surprised yourself, pulling him back to your mouth. “You’re staying with me Andy Barber.” Your fingers wrapped around his length and pumped him, brushing the head of his cock against your slit, already dripping. “You’re staying so beard on thighs can wait.” Pressing your mouth back to his as you continued to tease him you whimpered, not even needing to say it but recalling how much he used to love hearing it. “I need you. Don’t make me wait anymore. I need to feel all of you. I miss-”

The begging and pawing, he couldn’t take you slowly, not yet at least. Andy rutted himself into you, growling when your tight wet heat wrapped around him. He buried his forehead into the curve of your neck as he thrust into you over and over, savoring the way you gasped at his every slight movement. Andy worshiped the new softness of your frame and none of this felt like strangers trying to figure out how to get each other off. His thumb brushed back and forth across your swollen clit and, unlike anyone else, you stuttered his name as you got closer, clamping around him, hips bucking off the couch to meet every deep thrust as he slowed his pace to draw this out for both of you.

You loved the look on his face, the way he bit his swollen lips between a million kisses left on your sweaty skin. The way he lost focus when you said his name and how he gently grabbed your chin as you stuttered his name again; so close, so wet for him, so ready to finally get off. Permission, your legs shook and you whined as he kept you right there at the tipping point, building himself up to his own orgasm while he edged you. “Come for me, lover.”

The words were so welcome, just enough to push you over the edge and quickly chased by you begging him, “Stay inside me.” Andy throbbed inside you as you pulsed around his cock, your fingers digging into the meat of his thighs as your orgasm didn’t seem to stop, the room seemingly silent as the echoing thrusts and calling out of names tapered out to the sticky collapse of you both tangled up on the love seat.

Your eyes closed, exhaustion settling in, and Andy watched you breathing. Softly, Andy nuzzled his nose against the top of your head. “If you fall asleep, I’ll fall asleep.”

With a hum you nodded, reaching up to his hand that had settled on your breast, patting it, “Would that be so bad?”

More to himself, voice so low you almost couldn’t hear him. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t lose anyone else.”

“There’s probably a lot we can’t talk about, but this isn’t a dream, Andy.” Pivoting just enough to look at him you held his hand and kissed his chin. “I can’t lose you again either. I already lost a foot.”

There it was, that cheeky little smile. You both sleepy laughed and you watched his body relax. “You almost cost me my car.”

“I couldn’t run away again, even if I wanted to.” Crinkling your nose you smiled, brushing your finger over the smooth part of his skin where the missing ring marked him. He did the same. The scarf hung over the back of the sofa and looked up at him. “I don’t want to, if that wasn’t obvious.”

His blue eyes closed, his smile went soft, and Andy Barber fell asleep in your arms. If someone would have told you that this would have happened when you left New York you would have run back to Boston and spared the pair of you a world of pain. Though you were scared of bridging the gaps caused by the many roads the pair of you had taken to get here, you shut your eyes and smile at the reality that all those roads led home- to him. Like kintsugi everything seemed hopeful, incapable of breaking like the last time, stronger and made beautiful through the healing time of quiet apologies, verbal and physical.

It had been him all along, no denying it. Neither of you would ever have to ask the other to stay again.

All Content Tags: @tom-hlover

CEvans Content Tags: @void-hoechlin

#captainsweeklychallenge #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x oc #fic: andy barber #writer: writerwrites

350 notes · View notes

annaraebananawriter · 3 years

Text

Chaos While Shopping

*Breaks down door* Heya, I’m back. Didja miss me?

Anyways...Happy Valentines Day! Or it will be in about ten minutes my time, but I’m posting this now before I go to bed so I don’t forget.

In the morning I’ll make another post announcing my return and what I’ve gotten done while I’ve been offline, but enjoy this oneshot in the meantime! I hope you have a laugh at it as i couldn’t stop smiling while writing it.

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically the UTMV

Characters: Ink (Who belongs to Comyet), Dream (who belongs to Joku) and Blue (Who belongs to P0pcornPr1nce)

Pairings: Intended queerplatonic Drinkberry, but it’s kind of ambiguous, so you can read it as that, platonic or romantic, whatever you want!

Warnings: None, but let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1560

~oOo~

Blue turned from the cart, only to lock eyes with a grinning Ink and the eggplant he was holding up.

"No."

Ink pouted. "I haven't even said anything yet."

"You were going to." Blue shook his head, ignoring the smile twitching at the ends of his mouth. He wasn't going to give Ink the satisfaction of making him smile at a stupid immature joke.

Again.

For the fifth time already.

He gave Ink another look and his squish sighed, a drawn-out Fiiiine. "Thank you." With the threat of the joke out of the way (for now, at least. When they move aisles he was sure there would be another one), Blue glanced at his list. They still needed to get lettuce—but that was right beside him, so he grabbed it now and placed it in the cart, crossing it off. Now all they needed was cheese, milk, apple juice and...that's it.

Great. Then they can all go home, put the groceries away, make Dream drink some water and rest so that he gets sober, maybe even watch a movie before going to bed tonight. That'd be nice. Although, they'd have to find a balance of horror and comedy elements for Ink, romance and sadness for Dream, and adventure for Blue. It'll be tough but—

Hey, wait a second.

Dream was in his thoughts, but a glance around proved that he wasn't in his sights.

Blue froze for a moment. This was like a nightmare becoming reality for him. He should never have let Ink persuade Dream into getting drunk, even if it was funny to watch. If he hadn't, then they wouldn't be out this late getting groceries and one of them wouldn't be wandering off drunk, not thinking rationally and in a very, very vulnerable state—but also.

Ink was supposed to be watching Dream.

...He must've cursed them all when he asked that of him, knowing that his squish didn't have the best memory and was definitely not the best person to put in charge of another living thing.

"Ink."

Ink looked up when Blue called his name. "Yes?"

"Where'd Dream go?"

Ink froze, a deer caught in the headlights vibe coming off of him. "Uh...well...he may have said something about being bored and he may have, perhaps, disappeared out of the aisle?"

Blue stared at Ink.

Ink stared back, sweating.

"So Dream said he was bored and left?"

"Yes."

Blue put his hands together in front of his mouth and inhaled. "Okay, let me rephrase that." His hands fell to point at Ink, palms pressing together harder as his frustration grew. "Dream, who may I remind you is drunk, thanks to somebody, said he was bored, walked away with you knowing he was drunk and that leaving him alone in a store is probably a bad idea...and you let him??"

Ink looked away, rubbing the back of his head. "Well...it sounds bad when you say it like that."

"It's bad no matter how I say it!"

"Okay, fine!" Ink threw his hands in the air. "I'm sorry for letting Dream out of my sight, is that what you want?"

"...it's a start."

"Well, there you go. I'm sorry." Ink crossed his arms, rocking back on his heels. "Don't see how that helps right now. Dream's still missing."

Blue blinked. "Right, yes." He turned to grab the cart and started to walk towards the end of the aisle. "Let's go find him." At the end of the aisle, there was still no sign of Dream. Other people were browsing around, but no yellow-clad skeleton with a crown on his head. And a golden blush. And visibly drunk.

Blue turned to Ink. "Are you sure you didn't see where he went?"

"I'm sure. He left my sight when he rounded the corner."

Blue sighed. "Alright." He looked around a bit more before pointing to a random aisle. "Let's start over there—"

"BLUE!" Dream suddenly shouted, making Blue whirl around, only to be met with a mouthful of fur as something was pressed into his arms. He stumbled under the new weight, but wrapped his arms around it and pulled back, meeting the orange eyes of a cat, one that had a distinctly happy expression on its face.

"Where'd you get a cat, Dream?" He heard Ink ask.

Lifting his head, Blue watched as his other squish giggled, replying "At the Pet Shop, silly." As if it was obvious. Which, well...it kind of was. But...

Blue frowned. "The...the Pet Shop down the street?"

Dream nodded happily, seeing no problem with what he was saying.

Blue just stared back.

Ink picked up his thought process. "You left the store? Dream, you weren't supposed to do that."

Dream blinked, tilting his head. "Why?"

"Because you're drunk."

"Yes. But it was only down the street."

"Maybe, but you still shouldn't be walking around by yourself when you're drunk."

"Wait," Blue said, cutting into the conversation, even though he was grateful that Ink took over his lecturing duties for now. "I agree with Ink about you leaving the store, but how did you get the cat, exactly?" With the cat in one arm, he pointed to himself. "I have the wallet."

"I walked in, found Arson, and left."

Ink blinked. "Arson?"

Dream glanced at him. "Yes. That's his name."

"You're naming a cat Arson?"

"The most beautiful thing in the world is watching fire burn." Dream said seriously, reaching to take Arson back.

Blue let him. "But Dream." He waited until his squish looked at him. "I have the wallet. How were you able to leave with Arson if you never paid for him?"

Dream didn't give him an answer, just looked at him blankly while scratching Arson under his chin.

"HEY!" Blue startled at the shout, again whirling around as a woman with two security guards approached. She had an angry look on her face. When they reached the trio, she pointed at Dream and Arson. "That's the guy that stole one of our cats!"

The guards moved to step forward.

Blue raised his hands, stepping between them and Dream. "Whoa, hold on!"

"Don't hold on!" The woman hissed. She was wearing one of the vests the workers at the Pet Shop wore. "He walked into the store and completely ignored us when we tried to tell him he couldn't just walk out without paying."

"I'm sorry about that, but there seems to be a misunderstanding here." Blue stepped forward again as the guards tried to move past him. "My friend here is drunk, and before you say anything, I know it was a bad idea to let him go off on his own, but I'm sure that he didn't mean to steal one of your cats."

The woman sniffed. "Well, if that's the case, if he gives our cat back, or you pay for it, then I guess I can let you go with just a warning." She glared at Blue. "But if he comes into the store alone again, he will be arrested on the spot."

Blue nodded, letting his arms down as soon as the guards stepped. "Okay." He turned to Dream. "Dream, pass me Arson—"

"No."

Blue paused. "What? Dream, we only came to get groceries. I know you know this. Maybe in a few days, we can go back and get him but for now, he should go back."

"No." Dream shifted, clutching Arson back to his chest defensively. "I'm not giving him back. I already took him out of the shop, so he probably thinks he'll be staying. Giving him back would break his heart."

"Dream—"

"Blue." Dream stared at him, eyes looking watery and big, and was his mouth trembling at the corners—

Oh no...not the puppy-dog eyes.

Blue quickly looked over to Ink in a panic, asking him silently to do something. Ink shifted and scratched at his neck, glancing from Dream to Blue to Arson and back to Blue. "I mean..." He smiled sheepishly. "...I wouldn't mind getting a pet?"

Blue's face fell to a neutral position. "Not. Helping." He glanced back to Dream, whose puppy-dog eyes had doubled. Clenching his teeth, he looked down to Arson, who looked to be reflecting his carrier's eyes. Muttering a curse under his breath, Blue broke.

He turned back to the worker and her security.

~oOo~

That night, when they were all back home and Ink and Dream were in bed already (Dream had fallen asleep in the ride home and Ink crashed the minute he laid down), Blue sat down on the side of the bed. He smiled at his two squishes sleeping and looked over as Arson jumped up and settled in between the two.

Dream shifted, subconsciously reaching up and placing a hand on him.

Arson looked over at blue, a smug look on his face.

Blue glared at him. "Yeah, yeah. Don't look at me like that."

With that, he joined the pile and turned off the lights.

~oOo~

The next morning, Dream was sitting on the couch watching a show with Ink and Blue when Arson jumped up and settled in his lap. He blinked down at the new member of the household.

"Hey, when'd we get a cat?"

He was very confused when Ink started laughing, Blue just sighed, and Arson started purring.

#my writing #my fanfiction #oneshot #utmv #undertale #dream sans #blue sans #swap sans #ink sans #queerplatonic drinkberry #drinkberry #fluff #this makes...two oneshots i've written be fluff #which means i clearly need to try and balance that out #with all the angst ive done

46 notes · View notes

saelwen · 4 years

Text

Beleg x Mute!Reader

Masterlist

Request from a lovely anon:

How about Beleg or Maglor with Mute reader? I can't choose again which character to go with.

Summary: You are a mute human girl who lives in the woods, away from any kind of civilization. Living at peace in nature without the noise of the drunk men and noisy women. But your life change when a certain sindar elf appears at your door, asking for a cup of water.

Warning: ANGST ALERT!!! Prepare to cry!! Violence

Words: 2,500

“STOP CRYING!” the sound of your father's angry voice echoed through the house.

Your large e/c eyes pouring all your tears and your small body shiver with fear and sadness, trying to contain your sobs but failing miserably.

You and your father had just finished burying your beloved mother. She had died from an illness that took almost everyone living in your small village. Your father was the healer of your village and try everything in his power to save her but he failed.

Luckily you and your father hadn’t gotten it and were healthy... but with your mother death, your father wasn’t the same.

“I swear to the Gods that if you continue to cry, I will force you to shut it!” he said while punching the table with all his strength, making you cry even harder. “That’s it!” with that he stood up from the chair where he was sitting and grab a kitchen knife.

Your eyes widen and you run to the corner of the small room, your tiny form shaking violently. “P..Please! D..Daddy! I will be good!” you plead, your eyes fixed on the sharp blade that he had on his hand.

Your father ignores your pleads and grab you by the arms roughly, pulling you to the dinner table. Your small body collides against the wooden table and a whimper fell from your lips. You begin to trash when you felt the cold blade in your neck, piercing the soft skin there.

Your scream echoed in the house and in its surroundings, making the birds fled away.

----

You shot up from your soft bed. Your h/c hair stick on your forehead from your sweat, your breath was coming in small puffs and your heart beat like a drum war.

Another dream. You thought.

You close your eyes and sigh, rubbing your hand on your face. You could hear the light song of the morning birds outside your window. Taking a deep breath, you stood up from the warm bed and walk to your mirror, seeing dark circles under your eyes. Your gaze follows the line of your jaw, down to your neck. There, was two large scars made by your own father. He had taken your voice when you were only eight, saying that he couldn’t hear anymore your voice since it reminds him of your mother.

You pass the rest of your childhood hiding in the shadows, away from your once loving father. When you turned fifteen, you had run away from home. Taking with you your personal stuff and some money from your father.

You had been in various villages and towns, working in odd jobs to survive. When you got enough money, you had ordered a group of men to build you a small hut in the woods. It was small and cozy and far away from civilization, perfect for you.

You pour water in the small bowl in front of the mirror and begin washing your face, smiling gently as you felt the cold water in your face.

After cleaning up and change into a green gown, you walk outside into your garden. Not caring about putting shoes. You grab the old basket and begin picking up some berries and apples for your breakfast.

A while you were picking up the fruits, you heard a sound coming from a bush in front of you. You stop your movements and stay very still, looking closely at the spot where the sound was coming.

Maybe it’s a deer. You thought, trying to push away the thought of an orc coming out from the bush.

The sound suddenly stops and a slim figure appears in the shadows of the forest. Your eyes narrow at the sight of the stranger, noticing his long silver hair and a beautiful, well-crafted bow behind his back. His clothes looked like armor but light and delicate, with leaves decorating it.

“Hello, My Lady. Could you please give me some water?” his voice was rich and soft, a little tired from his trip.

He took a step forward and you could see better his features. His eyes were bright blue and sharp. His cheekbones and jaw were razor-like, making him look almost like a feline.

An elf! You thought excited but it vanishes quickly when you open your mouth to talk and no sound coming out.

“I will not hurt you, my Lady. I only wish to rest for a bit,” he said while lifting his hands, showing you that he wasn’t a threat.

You only nod and wave for him to follow you inside, which he did. Inside your small house, you put your basket of fruits on the table and go fill a cup of water for your new guest. You put it on the wooden table in front of him and nod to him.

“Thank you, my Lady.” he grabs the cup and drank the water like there's no tomorrow.

You look at him in awe and smile softly at him. You turn back and begin preparing yours and his breakfast, cutting the apples nicely.

There is a long silence in the room, the only thing you could hear was the sound of the knife and the stranger playing with his cup. You could sense his curiosity but you try to ignore it.

When you finished making breakfast, you put his plate in front of him and you sat down on the table with your plate. The elf thank you again and begin eating his food, humming in pleasure when he gave a bit on a piece of apple. You two ate in silence, your gaze fixed on the plate in front of you.

As you were about to finish your food, you saw in the corner of your eye his bright blue eyes staring at you.

“My name is Beleg!... May I ask yours, my Lady?” his voice was now calmer, sending a wave of relaxing through the room.

You nod and stand up from your seat, grabbing your notebook from the counter of the kitchen. You return to your seat, seeing Beleg looking at you with a puzzled look. You gave him a shy smile and begin writing on the yellowish paper. Then you put the book on the table and push it towards him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Beleg! My name is Y/n.” he read it out loud. Beleg looks up at you and his eyes soften, noticing now your two large scars on your neck.

“Y/n... What a beautiful name!” he said softly, grabbing his and your plates and taking them to the sink. “Do you live here alone?” he asked while looking around the house.

You nod and grab the notebook, follow him to the living room. You sat on the small sofa and wave for him to also sit. You open the note and begin writing on it.

“Where are you from Beleg? I’ve never seen elves in this woods.” he chuckle dryly and look to the window beside him, seeing black clouds hiding the bright sun.

“My friend has been kidnapped... I’m in a quest to find him and take him back home...” his voice was distant and cold like his eyes. You notice his hands shake in rage and sadness.

“What’s his name?” you asked.

He sighs and looks down at his hands. “His name is Turin... I’ve practically raised him up myself,” he said with a faint smile of his memory.

You nod and told him to take some rest, giving him your sofa for him to sleep. You go out and begin doing your daily tasks, cleaning your garden and feeding the chickens and horse.

A while you were petting your horse, Kelpie, a storm came. Blowing strong winds and heavy rain. You quickly put Kelpie in his stall and run inside, trying to not get soak but it was in vain. When you walk inside, you were met by a lovely smell of warm bread. You peek into the kitchen and saw Beleg taking a large loaf of bread from the oven, putting it on the table.

He looks up and smiles gently at you. “You better change clothes or else you will get sick,” he said while looking at your soaked dress.

Blushing, you nod and run to your bedroom. Changing into a dry lovely red dress, that hugged your curves perfectly. You step out of your room and go again to the kitchen, seeing that Beleg had made orange juice and prepared the table for you two.

“You must be hungry from all the work you did outside. Come! Eat something!” his rich deep voice made your body melt into the floor.

You took your seat and begin eating, closing your eyes in pleasure as you took a bit of the warm bread. It was sweet and soft, melting into your tongue. You have never eaten such good bread in your life.

A blush covers your soft cheeks when you saw Beleg smirking at you, seeing you devouring your food. “I’m glad that you like it! I was afraid that it wasn’t of your taste,” he said gently while sipping on his orange juice. “I notice that a bid storm had arrived... I’m afraid that I need to stay a little longer if you don’t mind of course!” you nod quickly...a little too quick and begin writing on your notebook.

“I don’t mind at all! You can stay as long you want.” you wrote with a soft smile on your lips.

He nods and you two eat the rest of the meal in silence, hearing the strong wind blowing outside and the rain hitting the roof.

----

Weeks have passed and you and Beleg had become really close. You can say that you had grown feeling for the elf and you think that he had too.

The raining days had become your favorite ones, cuddling into Beleg in the sofa while listening to his stories from Doriath. Hearing the pranks that he and Turin made in the palace and of how Melian beauty could make anyone speechless. A while he was telling you his stories, his fingers would trace gently on your scars. Spreading goosebumps all over your body.

He never asked you how did you get mute and you are glad about that since it is a hard topic to talk. Beleg only wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a soft embrace, kissing gently your scars. After that, he would return to his adventures.

And today was no different, you thought...

When you got off your room in the morning, prepared to listen to his wonderful adventures. You were meet by a full armor elf standing in the middle of the living room, ready to get out.

“The storm had calm down... It’s time for me to take my leave, Y/n” Beleg said with one small tear fall down his cheek. “Turin needs me...”

You took a deep breath, trying to contain your tears but failing. You let out a soundless sob and nod, looking down to your feet. You heard him taking a step forward and his arms suddenly wrap around you, pulling you to his strong chest. Letting you sob against his cold armor.

“I’ve never thought that this would happen to me but... I love you, Y/n!” he whispers quietly, hugging you harder. “And I promise you that I will come back for you... back to your warm embrace.” his gentle words only made you cry harder.

He pulls back and crushes his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. You return the kiss gladly and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. You two pour all your love into the kiss, making a silent promise.

An oath that can’t be broken.

You two broke the kiss and say the last goodbyes. You rip a piece of paper and put it on his hand.

“I love you, Meleth nin.” you wrote, making him let out a breathless sob.

Beleg gave you one last kiss and run out of the door, disappearing into the dense woods. You stay there for a moment, hoping to see him come back to you... but he didn’t.

----

Three months had passed and no sign of your beloved Beleg. You always hope to wake up on the morning and see him at your door, waiting for you but that didn’t happen.

Open your eyes, you let out a small yawn and stoop up from your bed. You bathe and put a bright blue dress that reminds you of Beleg’s eyes.

As you were about to prepare your breakfast, a light knock sounded on your front door. Excitement runs through your body as the image of Beleg flashed in your mind.

Running to the door, you open with a big smile on your face but quickly vanish when you were meet by a tall man with medium-dark brown hair. His face was tired and fragile, two large dark circles under his brown eyes.

Turin...

“Lady Y/n?” he asked gently.

You nod slowly and look behind him, trying to see if Beleg was behind him but you saw nothing.

Turin let out a sigh and took a bow which was very similar to Beleg’s, and gave it to you. Putting on your small hands gently. A small note wrapped around the delicate bow.

“I’m sorry... It was my fault.” his voice was dark and full of guilt, his dark eyes look away from yours. “His last words were your name...He loved you very much.” tears were running down as you listen to his words.

You unfold the note with your shaking hands and look down at the paper, letting large tears fall down to it.

I’m sorry for breaking my promise, Meleth nin... I love you with all my heart, Y/n.

You fall down to the ground and let out a soundless cry, hugging Beleg’s note and bow tightly. You felt Turin putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you to a hug, resting his chin on your head. You cry into his chest, feeling like someone had ripped your heart in two.

You look down at the note and kiss it softly.

I will only love you, Beleg.... with all my heart.

Hey Guys!!! Here’s a new one-shot with Beleg! Yeah, i know it was sad but i haven’t written anything sad lately. 😂 I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

70 notes · View notes

ladyboltontoyou · 5 years

Text

Arthur Morgan x Reader: With Love, Karen.

Ask: Aw, I love this. I'm a sucker for Arthur and a sucker for angst with happy endings. I have a request. I'm a sucker for cute stuff too, so I'd love to read one where the reader is the typical badass, heavy drinking, gun-slinging, trouser wearing, sarcastic archetype we all know and love. But when it comes to Arthur she's a stuttering, blushing, clumsy mess and everyone notices except Arthur. Naturally, someone has to step in and gets them some alone time, which initially starts out with her as the typical mess but when he asks whats wrong she trips and falls on her ass, which leads up to a cute moment. Thanks xx

Warning: Cursing.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: So sorry this took me a month! Since this was requested on Ao3 I forgot about it.

There were very few things in life you had a problem doing. You could kill a man with your bare hands without blinking. You could rob someone blind and not feel the slightest bit of guilt. You could drink everyone in the Van Der Linde gang under the table, no problem, and wake up without a hangover. You could shoot and handle a gun better than most gunslingers could.

But man, you could never keep your cool around Arthur Morgan. It was like your legs turned into jelly and you forgot how to do simple things.

There was one night the whole gang had been celebrating something and you had made a complete fool out of yourself. Somehow you had been seated next to Arthur around the campfire and that was a recipe for disaster. First, you had broken a beer bottle when you tried to open it against the edge of a table. Then you cut yourself cleaning up the glass. To top it off, when you went to clean your wound you tripped over your own two feet and knocked over a barrel of apples.

Another time you, Arthur and Sean were out hunting deer. Normally you could shoot a penny from far away without even trying. But around Arthur ,you were so nervous that landing a hheadshotwould be impossible. You had missed the deer five times and when you finally did get it, you had blasted it right in the spot where the best meat was.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sean asked as Arthur went to skin the mess of a deer you made.

“What?” You pretended not to notice that you had been doing an awful job.

Sean snorted and threw his hand out to Arthur and the deer. “Your aim is shit today, (Y/N). You’re one of the best shots I know. You sick?”

“No. Jeez. I’m fine.” You sighed and leaned against your rifle. “I’m just…” You couldn’t help but stare as Arthur walked back to the wagon with the freshly skinned deer over his shoulder.

Sean followed your gaze and you almost heard it click in his head. “Oh!” He let out a loud laugh and slapped his knee. “How did I not know! It’s because of him, isn’t it? Yeah, course it is! Everytime you’re in a mile proximity-”

You hit him in the stomach with the butt of your gun and climbed back on the wagon. It was already full with deer, all killed by Arthur and Sean of course. You were embarrassed that your only contribution was a shitty carcass.

“You two ready to head back?” Arthur asked after he slung the carcass into the back of the wagon.

“Yeah!” You said a little too loud and with much more enthusiasm than needed. God, why did you have to be so awkward around him?

Later that day while everyone was having dinner Karen told you there was something up in the local saloon you needed to check out. She said someone who owed a debt was staying in one of the upstairs rooms and it was specifically asked that you were the one to get it.

Well, no problem. You had been wanting to get out anyways. The humiliation from the earlier day was much too distracting for you to rest comfortably.

You loaded up your guns and headed out to town. The sun had set and everyone was already either at home in bed or getting drunk at the saloon. It was perfect, almost too perfect.

“Derick Cook. Derick Cook.” You repeated under your breath as you walked into the almost empty saloon. A few people were drinking at the bar but other than that there wasn’t much of a crowd.

“You need to rent a room?” The bartender asked as you made your way towards the stairs.

You shook your head and walked up the long staircase. The adrenaline had set in and you were ready to get shit done without making a fool of yourself.

Since there were only four rooms you checked them quick. A woman was alone in the first room, she definitely didn’t look like a Derick Cook. The next two were locked and empty. When you got to the last you cocked your sawed off shotgun and gave a few rapid knocks to the door. “Open up, Derick! We got a few things to talk about!” You teased in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Shuffling was heard inside the room before the door opened to reveal a confused Arthur Morgan.

You lowered your gun and furrowed your brows. “Wh…. What are you doing here? Karen told me they wanted me to-”

“Karen told you that too?”

Around his form you could see the room was already turned upside down. “No sign of him?”

He shook his head and backed up so you could walk in. You almost tripped over a pillow on the floor and in an attempt to steady yourself you grabbed awkwardly onto the bed frame. “Guess,” You stopped to laugh nervously. “I guess he pulled a fast one on us.”

Arthur didn’t seem to notice how cringe you were being. Instead, he walked over to the other side of the bed and started searching the last dresser. There was nothing in there besides a few extra blankets and pillows.

“We should question the bartender.” You suggested and stood back up on your own. “I mean, it’s the only thing we can do now-”

“Hold up.” He shushed you as he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. At that same moment you noticed how many damn candles were everywhere. There had been at least a dozen in the room, some on the bedside tables and the rest placed on the dresser across the room.

“What in the hell…?” Arthur muttered and you looked back to the man standing on the other side of the bed.

“What does it say?” You asked, carefully walking over to him.

He shook his head and flipped the paper over to see if anything was written on the back. When he saw it was blank he handed it to you before scratching his chin nervously. “I uh, I’m not… I don’t really understand what she means…”

You took the paper and flipped it right-side up.

‘Dear Arthur and (Y/N),

Use this time and talk, goddamnit! It seems everyone in camp beside Arthur notices how much of a clumsy fool he turns her into! Kiss her, you idiot!

With love, Karen.

P.s, the room is rented for all night. You’re welcome.’

Oh, god. Of course, she did. That sneaky woman. Of course, she did! You turned to hide the blush on your face and crumpled the paper into a ball. What did Arthur mean, he didn’t know what it meant? It was pretty obvious, Karen didn’t bother sugarcoating it at all.

“It must be a joke, I have no idea what she’s talking about!” You laughed and threw the paper in the trash. “She doesn’t have any idea what she’s talking about.” The last sentence was full of enough attitude for Arthur to know that Karen had struck a nerve with you, leading him to believe that she wasn’t completely lying.

“You can be honest, you know,” Arthur said as he stepped over the crumpled comforter on the floor in front of him. “I mean, now that I think about it,”

“Don’t you go embarrassing me too, Arthur.” You warned him as he stepped closer to you. “She’s just making it up. You know how silly girls are.”

He didn’t believe it. But the way you were getting so defensive made him smile. “You’re cute when you get like that.”

Your head snapped to him and your eyes widened. “What? Cute? When I, what? Arthur, shut up.” If you weren’t a stuttering mess before you sure were then.

Arthur chuckled and took another step towards you. You were pressed against the foot of the bed and had nowhere to go even if you wanted to. Being so close to him was intoxicating. “(Y/N), it’s alright. If anyone should be embarrassed it’s me, I mean, how did I not notice before? Everyone tells me about how dangerous and skilled you are. Why didn’t I wonder about how the only side I saw of you was the clumsy blushing mess you are now?”

“Wow, Arthur. Dig my grave while you’re at it.” You muttered sheepishly, looking anywhere but at him.

He took your chin in his fingers and tilted your head up so he could look at you. When he saw the deep red splotches on your face he had to smile. “Listen, (Y/N). I’m sorry you couldn’t have told me yourself, but, I’m glad I know. Makes me feel less weird about my own feelings.”

A wave of relief and shock crashed over you. You were relieved that he took the news well, but you were shocked to hear he thought of you the same way. Before, you thought he barely even knew you existed. Now, well, now you didn’t know what to think.

“Your feelings?” You swallowed and continued avoiding direct eye contact.

He chuckled again and let go of your chin. “I don’t know why anyone would be so flustered about me. Why don’t we go get a drink and talk about it?”

You nodded and let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “Alright. Yeah. Yeah. That sounds fucking great.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan imagines #arthur morgan imagine #Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption imagine #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 imagines #read dead redemption imagine #request #myfanfic

184 notes · View notes

spoopyredacted · 5 years

Text

call me al

there was a tumblr post that said:

"no offense but two characters running from the authorities and then on of them pull the other in dark, small alley to shake them off and they're both breathing hard and there's not mush space there and they're looking at each other while trying to hold back chuckles and one of them brings their finger to their lips playfully in a 'shhh' motion while smirking and oh no now they're looking at one another's lips and one of them whispers 'i think the coast is clear now. we could leave.' and the other says 'yeah. we could' but they're still looking at the other person's lips and neither make a move to of and they can feel each other's breath against their skin"

masterlist

arthur morgan x alayna [ofc] 1.8k

It’s after noon when Alayna comes riding her into camp on her all black thoroughbred, with a deer on the back ready for Pearson’s stew that night. Lifting the heavy carcass onto her shoulder she carries it over to the cooks wagon.

“Thank you Al, it’s about time someone contributed today.” Pearson’s scratchy voice can be heard behind her. As he walks up, he takes the dead animal from her and hangs it up to be skinned.

“What do you mean? Hasn’t Arthur brought you anything yet?” Walking around the man, she goes to the water basin, scoops some out and rinses off her hands, “He’s usually the first person to bring you game.”

Pearson takes out his knife and begins to skin the deer, “He’s off drinking it up in town,” He stabs a little rougher at that, “Dutch's' orders.”

Alayna hums in acknowledgement, swipes an apple. Taking a bit she makes and her way to the man himself. Dutch is sitting outside his tent reading his beloved book by Evelyn Miller.

“Whats this about Arthur drinking in town?”

“Ah! My dear Al,” Dutch looks up from his reading and a smile blooms on his face. After all these years she was still a sucker for his smile.

She remembers when Hosea and him picked her up. She was about 15 and living on the streets. She ended up pickpocketing the man they were trying to con. Dutch charmed the man, sent him on his way, and then turned and charmed her as well. And here they were, 14 years later and she was still falling for his craft. That man had a way with words that she could never resist.

“Yes, poor Lenny came riding in here this morning saying something about Micha getting locked up in Strawberry and is to be hung—”

“Let’s hope so.” She mumbles taking another bite of her apple. The pointed look Dutch gives her lets her know she was heard but he keeps talking anyway, getting up and leading her towards the horses.

“Yes, well Arthur took him into Valentine to go drink and calm him down. Why don’t you go check on them? We don’t want to cause any more trouble than we already have.” They stop at her horse and Dutch gives her shoulder a pat dismissing her.

“Well Beef it looks like we have to go babysit some boys.” Alayna feeds him the rest of her apple and gives him a couple of pats and makes her way into town.

The various sounds of the saloon can be heard as Alayna rounds the street corner of Valentine. She takes moment looking around trying to spot Arthur and Lenny’s horses, once she does she hitches Beef up beside them and makes her way into the saloon.

Music and laughter fill her ears and very particular laugh makes her smile softly. Arthurs laugh has always brought a smile to her face and had done so often before the Blackwater mess.

Growing up with John and Arthur was defiantly a challenge, John was practically a brother, and the two of them teased each other as such. But Arthur, Arthur always had the potential to be something else entirely. Yet the two could never find themselves quite on the same page, Alayna had had dalliances before and of course Arthur had Eliza and Issac at one time, and then Mary. But there were still stolen glances, lingering touches the went just past a normal amount of time, flirting teases here and there that always built up a tension between them. It never helped that even the gang members could see that there was something between them, even if they didn’t acknowledge it themselves; Hosea had a couple of times sent Alayna down to the river to look for Arthur, on the pretense that he was fishing, just to find him bathing instead. They had both come back beat red from the river and avoided eye contact for the next couple of days every time they fell for it. Hosea would always find it amusing though.

Alayna spots Arthur and Lenny at the far end of the bar and heads over to them, the two men are laughing and taking shots of whiskey, as the younger one takes the shot he throws his entire body back, in turn bumping into a drunk behind him, he turns irate and begins throwing slurs at Lenny.

“Lenny!” Alayna reaches them patting Lenny’s shoulder and putting herself between the two men, who on closer inspection she realizes is one of the men for the bar fight earlier in the week.

“Sorry sir! Here have a drink on me!” Turning to charm the drunk and defuse the situation, Alayna plasters on a giant smile, “Get my friend here a drink!” She motions to the bartender and tosses him some coins hoping that would be enough to earn the mans silence. Its works and the man takes his drink and moves to a table away from them mumbling something about women. Alayna rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the two clearly drunk cowboys she calls family.

��Al! W-w-what are you doin’ here?” Lenny slurs a little, his head cocked to the side in confusion, “But thannnk god you were. I did not wanna fight him.”

Alayna motions to the bartender again and orders herself a beer and takes up the spot next to Lenny, “Well someone has to take care of you boys—” She can see that Arthur is watching her, not paying attention to what she's saying. But instead he's captivated by her lips. She takes a swig of her beer and a little bit slips out past her lips and flows down her neck, he watches it, finding himself wondering what is would be like to trace the path with his tongue.

“Besides Arthur isn’t the only here who knows how to have a good time.” At his name he’s jolted out of his thoughts and makes eye contact with Alayna, realizing he's been caught, a blush forms across his face and going down his neck.

“What?” Finally catching Alayna’s teasing,”Oh you mean like that one time you got drunnnk and convinced yourself you could ride a pig?” He tries to hide his smirk but it gets the best of him and grows into a wide smile.

“As I remember it, we got drunk and you tried as well!” Lenny lets out a hearty laugh “You did what!” and all three of them start laughing harder as Arthur tries to defend himself and Alayna retells the story.

L E N N Y ! Y N N E L !

The rest of their time carries on like that, swapping stories, drinking, and causing mischief. As night rolls around Alayna and Arthur lose Lenny a couple of times.

The first time the lose him they find him on the upper level of the saloon trying to balance a tumbler on his forehead. They go to join him leaning against the railing drinks in hand.

“Say Arthur, why you haven't been married yet?” Lenny asks, completely oblivious to Arthur going ridged at his question.

“Oh, no one will have me.”

“Tha’ss not true” Alayna slurs, turning to Arthur she grabs on to his bicep, “Any women, hell some men, would be happy, veeery happy, to have a big, strong, c-caring…man,” She loses her voice not wanting to say more under Arthurs heated gaze. She can feel her face heat up, she's unsure if its embarrassment or the alcohol doing it. Probably both.

Or maybe.

Something else.

E L N Y N ?

They some how lose Lenny again, Alayna fears it’s going to be a pattern tonight, but doesn’t worry to much about it because of the drink and because it just means more time with Arthur.

Alayna watches Arthur from her table walk back in from taking a piss outside. He stumbles into a working girl at the base of the staircase, “You want some company cowboy?” He looks to be taking a second to see who was talking to him but he answers, “Umm, no thank-k ya’ ma’am.”

He makes his way back to Alayna, “She looked like Lenny, didn' she?” She chuckles at his statement at he sits down with her going back to drinking his beer.

“You were still ever the gentlemen Arthur.”

“She’s not the kind of company I want.”

W R E H E I E H S ?

All three of them stumble into the street laughing, drinking, and yelling. Lenny throws up near some horses hitched up in front of the saloon.

“Hey—!”

The sheriff and some deputies are marching towards them from up the road.

“Lenny! Run!” Alayna laughs and pushes him towards the bank. Grabbing Arthurs hand she starts to run down the alley trying to lead them behind the saloon, they end up stumbling, Arthur wraps his arms around her catching her, giggling and leaning into the crook of her neck sending tingling shivers up and down her body. They both end ups laughing as they stumble down and around the end of the alley.

“There they are!” A deputy rounds the general store, pointing at the two laughing drunk idiots.

“You’ll never catch us alive!” Arthur yells turning and dragging Alayna by the hand in the opposite direction. They end up running and jumping fences all along the back of Valentine, laughing and trying not to fall over anything.

They manage to escape and hide behind the church at the end of the street. Alayna pulls Arthur behind the building, Arthur leaning against the building Alayna’s forehead leaning against his chest, hands still clasped together as they try to catch their breath.

Alayna can feel Arthur chuckling to himself, shoulders shaking. “Shush,” She looks up, putting a finger to his lips and peaking around the corner to check, “They’ll find us.”

He’s staring at her. Hard. His eyes darting around her face. Her lips. Her eyes. They way strands of her hair have fallen out of her plait and have fallen in front of her face. Does she realize what she doing? Being this close? Finger still on his lips? Oh, now she’s looking at him, and theres a dawning look on her face. Now she realizes.

Her finger slowly traces his parted lips, they’re chapped from being in the sun everyday. But still very much kissable. If either one of them were to lean in just an inch or two their lips would touch. Does he want that? Alayna looks up from his lips to see his pupils blown wide, she can hardly see they hazel that surrounds them. Yes. They’re breathing each other in. Arthurs hand that is not clasped in hers comes up and cups her neck fingers brushing into her hair, they lean into each other.

So close.

*F W E E T!*

It was like a spell was broken. They snap apart and begin their run again.

Hands still clasped together.

#arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan #fanfic #rdr2 #this is it i wrote this #julia tries writing #fic

26 notes · View notes

fearofaherobrine · 5 years

Text

Roleplay Server Log #394

"Zly Checks In, Grocery Shopping, Cn Kidnapped, The Firebird and the Sphinx”

[Zly Wilk] - makes his way back to the path he was on before meeting up with Lazur. They make their way to the general direction of the bar, passing near Lie and CP's place.

[Aether] Is crying because CP briefly put her down-

[CP] - It's okay, I'm just getting you some fresh clothes

[Zly Wilk] - hears Aether as they get close - Oh, that's right, Lie had her and CP's baby.

[Lazur] -looks uneasily at the house - Uh... good for them?

[CP] - Come on kiddo, don't cry. Do you wanna go see the dogs? Let's go see the dogs- He starts carrying Aether towards the door as he also works on getting her dressed

[Zly Wilk] Oh, come on... we should stop in and offer our congratulations to the new family.

[Lazur] -unsure noises-

[CP] Steps outside and watches his daughter fuss at the sunlight- You're fine, it's just a little light

[Zly Wilk] - Walks up but keeps a respectful distance - Hey, CP.

[CP] - What?- He's heading for the dog pen

[Zly Wilk] Just passing by, wanted to congratulate you and Lie and meet the new addition.

[CP] Turns so they can see Aether better- Yeah, she's arrived alright, and is being fussy right now

[Zly Wilk] -smiles- Awww... she's adorable. Babies can be a handful, even when they don't have powers.

[Lazur] - is standing back slightly with a polite smile trying to hide her 'I'd-rather-be-anywhere-but-here' feelings.

[CP] - She can already set herself on fire

-The wolves are crowding the fence to sniff at Aether-

[Blake] Follows Cp out of the house and gives the newcomers a decisive - Urf.

[Zly Wilk] so I've heard. Well at least the flames aren't setting anything else ablaze... yet. - he moves his gauntleted hand around so that the light makes the gem on the back and the gold sparkle but doesn't shine on the baby

[Aether] Was reaching for Blake but gets distracted by the shiny-

[CP] - So where have you been hiding as of late?

[Zly Wilk] we built a little place in one of the wooded biomes. Been farming, growing those glowing apples doc and Yaunfen and I created. Been rather relaxing.... -sly look- took up making alcohol too... everyone needs a hobby.

[CP] - Alcohol, that's a good idea

[Aether] Stretches towards Zly-

[CP] - What are you doing you little silly?

[Zly Wilk] -chuckles and lets Aether grab onto his gauntlet hand's fingers - yeah, I've been working on a hard cider just for Brines... with a little more kick than a Steve could handle.

[CP] - Doubt it would do much for me, but for Lie? Would probably make her drunk

[Zly Wilk] - produces 3 differently shaped and clearly marked bottles from his inventory- feel free to try them yourself sometime. Let me know how it goes.

The skull shaped bottle with the white eyes is the Brine Cider, the one that looks like an apple is a little less potent, but still alcoholic, and the baby bottle shape is just regular apple juice from the native apples... in case you needed something for the baby.

[CP] - Well we are starting to introduce her to new foods, I'll have TLOT make copies when he comes back

[Aether] Tries to put Zly's fingers in her mouth-

[Zly Wilk] - keeps his fingers just out of reach - I don't think those fingers would taste very good, little lady. -at CP- Just be careful with the skull bottle. I have a slight immunity to its effects and I was still knocked out for a couple days testing that batch.

[Lazur] -crossly- I thought he was dead, the jerk,except he never despawned....

[CP] - I can handle most alcohols, so we'll see- He shifts Aether so she can't reach the gauntlet anymore

[Aether] Fusses-

[Zly Wilk] well, we're off to the bar. Going to unload some of the mild and non alcoholic stuff on Sam if they want it for the collection. Tell Lie we said congratulations as well if we don't see her.

[CP] - When she comes back from irl I will

[Zly Wilk] - waves at Aether - bye bye, little one.

[Lazur] - already fast walking away -

[Zly Wilk] - catches up - What was that about?

[Lazur] ....What was what?

[Zly Wilk] -gives a look-

[Lazur] Ok...ok.... I don't like kids, ok? Not. My. Thing.

[Zly Wilk] Ok! Ok! Forget I asked.

[CP] Calms Aether down and heads back inside with Blake following. He puts Aether in her crib and watches Blake lay down in front of the crib as she falls asleep- Sleep well my precious little girl

[Lie] Has a decent selection of fruits and veggies in her cart for the server as they head for the meat department-

[Doc] Is just eyeballing everything. - This is all so much....

[Lie] - I know, and I guess you're not used to seeing so many cuts of meat...

[Doc] Not really no... I kinda skipped this when I went out with Cp. He's always in such a hurry.

[Lie] - Well, out here you get different bits of meat from different parts of the animal- She points to a chart on the wall behind the counter showing where each part comes from

[Doc] Pokes a package. - It's the sheer amount of plastic that unsettles me.

[Lie] - Well the plastic does help keep the meat from contaminating stuff

[Doc] I understand... but I still hate it.

[Lie] - I know- She moves a little farther down to the bacon section- Hey, here's something you and Deer might like- She holds up a red box with a black label with bacon inside

[Doc] More bacon?

[Lie] - A specific type, maple bacon

[Doc] I don't know what maple is? I presume it's just flavored differently?

[Lie] - Maple is... It's similar to touchie syrup, but it comes from tree's

[Doc] Oh, okay? I'll try it. - They take the package and glance to one side. - That's odd. What's wrong with these eggs? Are they dirty?

[Lie] - You mean the brown ones? No, that's how some eggs are. Egg's can come in a variety of shapes and colors

[Doc] Puts them in the cart - Hmmm.... Can you think of anything else?

[Lie] - Well, we still need to get something sweet for Yaunfen, and maybe some cereal for Aether

[Doc] I was hoping for suggestions, you lead, I'll follow. What else is there out here that's sweet that we don't have?

[Lie] Leads the way to the cereal aisle and to where the brightly colored boxes are- Let's see here...

[Doc] Geeze... these characters look rather crazy. Everyone is super excited to eat whatever is pictured. Do these things have energy boost effects???

[Lie] - Er… In a sense? They're packed with sugar. The characters are mostly to attract children... Fair warning, there are plastic bags inside of the boxes just to keep the cereal fresh- She picks up a box of honey nut cheerios

[Doc] Frowns- I'm sure I'm going to have to take out the trash once I unwrap all this other stuff anyway. -hir fingers graze several brightly colored boxes.

[Lie] - Take your pick Doc, they're all equally sugary

[Doc] Settles on a box of Froot Loops. - I like the rainbow one. And if it's sweet, Yaunfen will most likely love it too.

[Lie] - Usually you eat these with milk for breakfast- She spots some baby puffs and grabs an apple flavored one of those

[Doc] Milk we have plenty of thankfully.

[Lie] - Exactly, shall we check out?

[Doc] Absolutely.

[Lie] Heads for the check out and spots an open self check out and goes there-

[Doc] Gives the plastic bags a dirty look. - Don't get any. We'll take the cart out and I'll carry the stuff myself.

[Lie] - Okay, we still have to put the stuff in the bagging area though- She moves pretty smoothly as she scans things until it's time to pay- Your turn

[Doc] Pulls out hir card and blazes through the small menu. - Getting better... These are really simple little computers.

[Lie] - Yup, it doesn't take very long to learn them, but some people who can't read signs still have difficulties

[Doc] I believe it. - They take the handle of the cart and push it towrds the door. - So how are you feeling Lie? Physically or otherwise?

[Lie] - Fine, other than exhausted and sexually frustrated

[Doc] Oh dear... I know you hate TLOT's coffee. Should I be working on something that won't set off your allergies? I also know you don't want my help with the other issue.

[Lie] - I think I'll be better once Aether is on an actual sleep schedule

[Doc] So... maybe something for her? How do you relax a baby so they'll sleep better? - Xe pushes the cart around the side of the building and bends over it to start putting things in their inventory.

[Lie] - I don't even know

[Doc] Maybe a noise she likes?

[Lie] - She does get sleepy when I sing to her...

[Doc] I could make you a record for a jukebox? - They're just putting the last few things away.

[Lie] - Maybe, but I think it's about time to head home

[Doc] Agreed. I need to finish this little update. Hopefully I won't get beat up when I'm done. It's a fix for some of the water physics errors and might break a few small things.

[Lie] - I'm sure you'll have plenty of help fixing it. It's a clean copy from the office, right?

[Doc] Yes, thankfully. - They use some nearby electronics to make a hole and hop through before reaching back for her.

[Lie] Takes Doc's hand and follows-

[Doc] Closes it behind them and they're back on Lie's lawn. -I hope we didn't miss anything important.

[Lie] - I wouldn't hope so- She heads for the front door of her house

[Doc] Just show me where you want your part of the stuff.

[Lie] - Right, we've got a spare chest set up just for Aether's food so we won't be scrambling to find it- She let's Doc in and finds CP in the main room- Hey, where's Aether?

[CP] - Sleeping, everything go okay?

[Lie] - Yeah, everything went smoothly

[Doc] We got lots of new stuff. - They sit down on a block and start ripping open packages and transfering food into normal Minecraft containers before making copies and trunking them.

[Lie] - I'm going to check on Aether real quick

[CP] - Alright, just don't trip on Blake, he was right in front of the crib when I left them

[Blake] Is in the crib with Aether and curled around her protectively.

[Lie] Heads for the room and opens the door quietly, upon seeing the predicament she quickly pulls out her phone and starts recording- Blake? What are you doing?

[Blake] Opens one eye to regard her and parts his jaws ever so slightly to let out a very quiet 'boof'.

[Lie] - Blake... You don't belong in the crib

[Blake] Rrrrrrrrr.......

[Lie] - Don't give me that, that space is too small for you

[Blake] Curls up around Aether a bit more and gives her a defiant look.

[Lie] - Oh my god... You are being ridiculous...

[Blake] Huffs-

[Lie] - Alright, alright, just make sure she stays safe and warm

[Blake] Eyebrow - Since he is extremely fuzzy. Being a wolf and all.

[Lie] Stops recording and heads back to the other two, laughing to herself-

[Doc] Has a little pile of plastic, cardboard and styrofoam nonsense at their feet. - I split the eggs and bacon with you too. That cereal is.... really fragrant.

[Lie] - Yeah, it can be. Hey Doc? Do you mind sending something to Dawn's computer for me?

[Doc] Sure, what is it?

[Lie] - A video I just took, feel free to watch it yourself

[CP] - Just wanting to update Dawn or?

[Lie] - Go look at our child CP

[Doc] Takes the phone curiously and watches the clip before laughing quite hard. - Well Dawn did say he was clingy....

[Lie] - I think Aether has her first friend

[Doc] Sends it to Dawn with a smile. - A kid needs a pet anyway. And he'll help keep her safe.

[Lie] - Oh absolutely

[CP] Teleports into the bedroom and back- Really? I'm not even sure how he got in there without knocking the crib over

[Doc] You should see some of the places Waffles gets into. Lh too, but I kinda wonder if he can no-clip sometimes because of his glitch.

[CP] Groans a little-

[Lie] - Let me know what Dawn's response is to the video, I don't think she has my number

[Doc] I will. - They gather up the garbage and start aggressively melting the pixels into a single block-shaped glob.

[Lie] - Need any help with that Doc?

[Doc] No... just compacting it so none of the bits stray off. I can't think of any way to use it so I'll just take it out when I'm finished with my work.

[Lie] - Okay

[CP] - I think it's time for us to take a nap...

[Lie] - That does sound good...

[Doc] Yeah, I have coding to do anyway. You guys enjoy. - They start heading outside-

[Lie] - Thanks for going out with me Doc

[Doc] Anytime Lie. - They head down the steps into the rosy late afternoon and ride Gir back to the castle.

[Yaunfen] Has dozed off with their head on the kitchen table-

[Waffles] Is laying on the counter, covering most of it. Their giant paws and stump of a tail twitching a bit as they dream.

[Deer] Is cleaning up some dishes, humming softly to herself-

[Waffles] Rolls over to open a sleepy eye and give her wrist a little lick.

[Deer] - Good kitty Waffles- She gives them a little ear ruffle

[Waffles] Happy - Mow.

[Doc] Comes downstairs witha little click of metal on stone. They see Yaunfen tuckered out and speak to Deerheart quietly. - It's Fru isn't it? TLOT and Steve and even Stevie went out to get more iron.

[Deer] - Yeah, I'm not sure what we're going to do about them...

[Doc] Block them in until they can be tamed. Our friends are all over it.

[Deer] Gives Doc a quick kiss on the cheek- Come on, let's get our little one to bed

[Doc] In a minute, I brought food. I want to put it away. My inventory is super full. - They start unloading and the heavy sweet smell of the froot cereal fills the room as it's moved into the trunk.

[Yaunfen] Sniffs curiously in their sleep-

[Deer] - That's a lot of stuff

[Waffles] Sniffs one of the purple carrots and makes a face at it.

[Doc] No sense in wasting a trip right? - They show her one of the brown eggs and the dragon fruit. - Weird stuff.

[Deer] - Lie's world is certainly filled with curiousities

[Yaunfen] Rubs their eyes sleeply- Mom? Mada?

[Waffles] Hops down and streches.

[Deer] - Yes sweetheart?

[Yaunfen] I smell something weird.

[Doc] I brought you some cer-ea-l. You can have it for breakfast if you want.

[Deer] - It's from the real world

[Yaunfen] Oh, that sounds nice- Yawns-

[Doc] You should go strech out in your room. You're gonna get a cramp snoozing on the table.

[Yaunfen] Sudden start- Fru???

[Deer] - Sleeping

[Yaunfen] Oh.. good. -They get up and shuffle towards the stairs. - Goodnight mom, mada...

[Deer] - Good night

[Doc] Poor kiddo...

[Deer] - They're so worn out...

[Doc] I know the feeling. Randomly destructive responsibilities can really wear you down. - Thinking of Cp...

[Deer] - We should get some sleep too- She takes Doc's hand

[Doc] I want too, but I need to do the little update. I'll join you soon, just go to bed my love.

[Deer] - Alright- She kisses Doc's hand and leaves for the bedroom

[CN] He is sitting curled up in Firebirds lap, having listened to his elder explain calmly and patiently what had happened before. The small NOTCH fiddles his fingers a bit as he works up the nerve to ask a question-

[Firebird] -Can tell CN wants to ask something and waits patiently for him to get the courage to do so-

[CN] - Um... Firebird? Could you... Um... Could you maybe... Show me?

[Firebird] I... -He purses his lips- If.. you want me to, CN. I suppose so...

[CN] - Please? I just... I just can't wrap my head around the destruction you say you've caused...

[Firebird] -Sighs a bit- If you're certain.. -Stands up and tucks CN under one arm. It's actually kind of comical looking-

[CN] - Um, we should probably let Lie know we're leaving...

[Firebird] I know, I needed an available hand.

-In chat- [Firebird] I'm going out for a bit with CN, Lie.

[Lie] Sleepily- Just make sure he comes back safe, I trust you Firebird

[Firebird] Well that's handled... -There's a bit of a ripple as he opens a way, and in no time at all they're stepping into another seed. The point is grand ruins, overgrown with vines.-

[Firebird] Hm... Time's really taken it's toll here... -Sets CN down-

[CN] Looks around at the ruins- Is there anybody even around here anymore?

[Firebird] In this old place? I doubt it. You're free to look around, if you'd like. -He steps carefully to the doors at the end of the hall, regarding a painting on the wall with a frown. He shakes his head and pushes the door open to step out-

-The place seems to have been some kind of altar or similar, and if you judge the motifs around the building... probably to Firebird himself.-

[CN] Follows Firebird, distracted by the images around him- What was this place?

[Firebird] One of my last temples.

[CN] - Why'd you destroy your own temple?

[Firebird] I'd come to my senses around then and.. I didn't want to see this wretched place again. -He's looking out at the horizon and a single tower in the far distance that stretches toward the sky-

[CN] - But you were still blue?

[Firebird] Yes... It took a long time for the color to fade. Lets see.. If Teran is that way.... -Steps out onto the ruined steps to stalk around to the side of the building and look for another tower- It took me a long, long time to change. And an even longer time for my colors to change.

[CN] - But last time they started going blue, you just pulled them out!

[Firebird] Not the best way to deal with it, but it worked. There... Let's go. -He transforms into a bird and waits for CN to do so too before taking off into the air-

[CN] Shifts and flaps up into the air-

[Firebird] -Guides him along past a few ruined husks of villages-

[CN] Would remark on their saddened state if he could in this form, noting the absolute lack of life-

[Firebird] -Flaps hard into an updraft, and soars over a hill, and an expansive, ruined city comes into view in the distance. A broken tower is visible in the center of it-

[CN] Is not prepared for the updraft and tumbles through the air a little-

[Firebird] -Swings around to flick a wing under CN to make it easier on him-

[CN] Rebalances himself and soars alongside Firebird, looking down at the ruins, wondering if any life remains at all-

-There are ruined buildings, vines covering everything, and--- Is that a villager? Surely not. It was probably CN's imagination. The most damage is in the city's center, near the tower. Firebird alights to land near the thing-

[CN] Follows suit and shifts back- Whoa... It's still so big! Even though it's ruined!

[Firebird] -Stays as a bird for a few minutes before shifting back too- I believe this was the biggest city back then, beside any current ones...

[CN] - Cool!

-Once again, CN thinks he sees a villager in the distant ruins, but they're gone before he can blink.-

[Firebird] I.. suppose so. I never thought of it much.

[Firebird] -Rests hand on the ruined tower, and the stones flicker golden and then blue, he quickly retracts his hand with a frown- It was just a place, back then.

[CN] - And now?

[Firebird] Now It's not much of anything.

[CN] - Oh...- He wanders a little to look through broken windows inside of the abandoned homes

- There's a rustle behind Firebird-

[Firebird] -Starts after CN only to pause, head turning to look behind him.-

[CN] Turns to look at Firebird only to get pulled through the window behind him as Firebird is looking away-

[Firebird] -Doesn't see anything so he turns back only to find CN missing- CN? CN?!

[CN] Struggles as he's pulled father away from Firebird- Hey! Let me go!

[Firebird] -Hackles rise a bit as he rushes toward where he heard CN from-

[Villagers] -Frantically pulling CN further through the building-

[CN] - What are you doing? Stop!

[Villager] - I think the better question is what you are doing with Ra foolish child

-There's a bit of panicked yelling from Firebird outside as he's deterred by villagers brandishing spears. CN can just barely make out "Move! Don't make me hurt you!"-

-It makes the Villagers inside hurry CN out the back entrance and into another ruined street-

[CN] - Wait! Where are you taking me!?

[Villager 2] Away from here! Away from HIM!

[CN] - But he's my friend!

[Villager 3] Friend?! As if that monster could have such a thing. A toy, maybe, but friend?

[CN] - Yes! He... He's taught me to read and write! And... And a bunch of other stuff!

[Villager] - Quiet! You'll make it easier for him to follow us!

[CN] - No!

[Villager 2] -Digs around to try and find an available cloth to cram in CN's mouth to shut him up-

-Firebird's yelling is growing incoherent, but louder-

[Villager 3] Be glad he hasn't taught you to kill and maim, child.

[CN] Struggles as hard as he can- Firebird! FIREBIRD!

-He can't lose him like this. He can't lose him like this. He shouldn't hurt them.-

-He can't lose CN like this.-

[Firebird] Forgive me, -Flames burst from the bird, knocking the villagers around him back in a wave of hot agony before he surges into the air-

-The Villagers are rushing between half crumbled buildings and mostly destroyed streets, starting to get headway from Firebird-

[CN] Tries punching and kicking, but he doesn't have the leverage he needs to do anything other than irritate- Let me go!

[Villager] - Stop that, he is already angry enough. He will likely hurt us

[Villager 3] Likely? We'll be lucky to live! -Hushed whisper as the bird goes zooming by overhead. Slaps hand over CN's mouth to keep him quiet-

[CN] Tries to pull his head away-

[Villager] - Stop that child! Or are you suicidal?

[Villager 2] - Ties cloth over CN's mouth once the other villager removes their hand. They're reaching the cities edge now, and the desert beyond.-

[CN] Makes a face and in a bit of desperation flares his tail a little-

[Villager] Hisses in a breath seeing the blue feathers-

[villager 3] What has Ra done to you child? Believing him a friend, bearing the colors of his true form...

[CN] Muffled response-

-They've managed to get out of the city into the desert, but they don't head far. A sandstone temple past the city limits that blends in with the sand seems to be where they're going. -

[CN] Struggles, trying to get at least a hand free from their grasp to remove the gag-

[Villager] - Stop that child! We do not want HIS attention!

-Firebird doesn't seem to have realized that they escaped the city...-

[Villager 2] We're almost there...

[CN] Gets his arm free and starts pulling off the gag, ready to scream Firebirds name as loudly as he can-

[Villager] Turns around to grab his arm again- Stop that! You'll end up killing us!

-The villagers rush into the temple with CN and shove the doors shut behind them. The temple is plain and a few villagers in the entranceway look at the group bewildered-

[CN] Looks around, scared and unsure-

[Villager] - Ra has returned... He had this child with him

[Villager 4] Take the child to the Sphinx, let her judge him! If that child came with Ra... Who knows what's wrong with him... What that monster did to him.

[CN] Is confused over who the Sphinx is, Firebird never mentioned her to him-

[Villager] - You're right, she will be able to discern the truth

[Villager 4] She is in the tapestry room, last we saw of her.

[Villager] Starts dragging CN along- Then that is where we're going

-The other villagers that aren't necessary for this separate from the villager dragging CN along-

-They pass through a few other rooms before going down stairs into a room full of tapestries. At the end, staring up at the biggest one is... an actually familiar shape.-

[CN] His eyes widen in recognition as he notes the familiar shape-

[Villager] - Lady Sphinx? I have brought someone for your judgement

[Sphinx] -She turns and, Oh yep. Just like Firebird had offhandedly mentioned, she is shirtless. CN has seen this lady in a few pictures Firebird showed him.- Oh? And why is that? -She stalks over and bends down to regard CN with a calm expression.- Why is he gagged?

[Villager] - Ra has returned and this child was with him, he kept screaming for him and drawing his attention towards us. It was for the safety of the group

[Sphinx] Ah. Well, this far down he cannot hear us. -She removes the gag from CN- And what is your name, hm?

[CN] - Your the one Firebird said he always had to put a shirt on!

[Sphinx] -Taken aback- Wh. What?

[Sphinx] Who?

[CN] - Firebird! He's the one you guys keep calling Ra, but that's not his name...

[Sphinx] -Purses her lips before giving a wave of her hand to dismiss the villager.- You say he calls himself Firebird now, hmm? What a... plain name.

[Villager] Hesitates but does leave-

[CN] Shrinks down a little, getting nervous again at being alone with Sphinx-

[Sphinx] At ease child, I am no risk to you. Come, tell me of him now. We haven't seen Ra in hundreds of years after his defeat, and if he has changed, I wish to know of him now. Of what he stands for, if he stands at all. -Coaxes CN further into the room and to two cushions by the large tapestry. They almost vanish into the tiles color wise.-

[CN] - I... He's my friend, he's always nice! He, he's taught me how to read, and write...

[Sphinx] And that is all? That is not much to be proud of.

[CN] - He... He taught me how to fly! And build nests too!

[Sphinx] To fly? Are you like him? -Her tail curls into her lap-

[CN] - Yes?- His tail feathers fluff a little

[Sphinx] … Interesting. But you only speak of what he's done for you. Not of how he is, child. Are you sure you even know him?

[Sphinx] He never even told you his true name, after all.

[CN] - He, he didn't want to scare me... Flowey was the one who started telling me, all Firebird told me was that he had done a lot of bad things in the past... And... And my brine trusts him! And so do the others!

[Sphinx] Or maybe he just didn't want you to know. Thought you too weak, child. Ra was a tricky one, after he changed. His ire could be drawn with but a word, at times.

[CN] - He's only turned a little blue once! And that's when he was fighting DN, otherwise he hasn't gotten into any fights!

[Sphinx] Hm... -Her head turns to regard the big tapestry, of the bird himself, seemingly... falling down? The edges of his wings in the cloth are blue.- I see...

[CN] Fingers Firebirds feather amongst his bundle of feathers at his waist- He's not bad... He's not a meanie

[Sphinx] Maybe not now, he isn't. But I have my doubts. You never told me your name, child.

[CN] - Uh... C... CN

[Sphinx] CN, huh...

[CN] - Can... Can I go back now? Firebird is probably wondering where I am...

[Sphinx] Hm...

-There's a distant.. boom.-

[CN] Immediately turns towards the noise-

[Villager] Comes running back in- Lady Sphinx!

[Sphinx] -Already getting to her feet- How far from the temple is he?

[Villager] - Not far at all

[CN] - Firebird?

[Sphinx] Well, we best go greet him, hmm?

[CN] Nods quickly-

-They go up the stairs, and several villagers with spears are rushing out the entryway, probably to deter Firebird, but judging by the increasing booms and the sudden heat.. you could assume it's not going too well.-

[CN] Tries running ahead-

[Villager] Grabs his arm- Are you insane!? Stop!

[CN] - LET GO!

[Sphinx] Let him run to his "friend". See if he even recognizes him.

[Villager] Gives her an unsure look before letting CN go-

[CN] Bolts forwards, pushing his way through the weapon bearing villagers- Firebird!

-Firebird is blue, and also stamping a villager out of existence a mere 10 blocks from the temple. A ball of flame is cradled in his hand, and scattered about is the remains of others who had tried and failed to stop him.-

[CN] Runs right for him, grabbing his tunic- Firebird! Please... Stop... I'm right here, I'm okay

[Firebird] -Comes to a halt as CN latches onto the front of his tunic, and the wild expression he'd been wearing previously comes to a more... expressionless look.- ...CN? -The ball of flame remains in his other hand, while the other one drops and slowly pats CN's shoulder-

[CN] - Please, it's okay... I'm okay...

[Firebird] -Looks up at the Villagers that are still bearing spears and pointing them at him- …. I was worried.

[Sphinx] -The villagers part for her easily, and as soon as she gets an eye on Firebird she purses her lips.- Interesting.

[CN] - They didn't know... They didn't know you're okay now... You're not a meanie

[Sphinx] Judging by the senseless murder, I'm less inclined to agree. How's it been, Ra? I see you finally decided to put a shirt on.

[Firebird] Oh shut your mouth, Sphinx. -The ball of flames is flung at her, to which she easily sidesteps- I should have you all beheaded for that, you know.

[Sphinx] I'm quivering in my nonexistent boots. The child says you've changed.

[CN] Presses closer to Firebird-

[Firebird] And what of it?! Do you want to try your luck next? -Slowly calming down as he rests both hands on CN's shoulders-

[CN] Is still trembling a little after everything he's gone through-

[Villager] Is watching with a critical eye- Lady Sphinx, what are your orders?

[Sphinx] I personally would like to see the so called change in attitude our once god has had.

[Villager] - And how would you plan on doing that our lady?

[CN] Is sniffling a little, feeling safe enough with Firebird to cry-

[Sphinx] -Ignores the Villager's simple question- So, where have you been? I can see you've sunk your claws into some poor child, for him to care so deeply about you. Mind control?

[Firebird] -Scoffs a bit and gently picks CN up, holding him to his chest- There is no mind control at play. You already know I have no abilities toward that, unlike Fl..... Set. As for where I've been... Another seed.

[CN] - It's private... Caused my spawn to end up in the void...

[Villager] Watches Firebird carefully, certain that he'll hurt the child in his arms-

[CN] Quietly- Firebird, I wanna go home...

[Firebird] In a moment CN, in a moment.

[Sphinx] If not mind control, what power does the child hold that compels you to care, hmm?

[CN] Snuggles in closer, hugging Firebird-

[Firebird] -Purses lips a bit- … None. He has nothing that would have compelled me to care, unlike you. No truth finding, no devouring of men, no ability to turn day to night, nothing. But that doesn't matter. Now. We're leaving. You'll be free of me again. -Turns on his heel with a heavy sigh-

[Sphinx] I think I'll join you, see if you've truly changed. Brother Horus can take care of the villagers. He should be returning soon, after all.

[CN] - You can't, the server has a white list. You have to get Doc's approval

[Sphinx] Is that so? I don't believe that's quite true.

[Firebird] -Raises his other hand to open a way, a few villagers gasp-

[CN] Sticks his tongue out at Sphinx-

[Sphinx] I'll eat that tongue of yours, child. I'm not beyond devouring pesky children. They're so soft and chewy...

[Firebird] You touch him and I'll kill you myself.

[CN] - Lie would be mad too

[Sphinx] At least others care for you than this old mess.

-Firebird steps through back to the server and Sphinx follows-

[CN] Relaxes a little being safely home-

[Doc] Is already heading to the spawn in a huff- Can't get any fucking work done without some jackass stupidity---

[Firebird, still very much blue] Troubles, Doctor?

[Sphinx] Very bright, very colorful. Already quite promising...

[Doc] YES. Did I tell you it was okay to let a half-naked cat person in? No I did not!

[CN] - Told you!

[Doc] And you dyed your feathers? Having a spa day??? Is this some lady of the late evening?

[Firebird] -Opens mouth before shutting it a few times-

[CN] - Firebird got angry...

[Doc] sarcastic- Brilliant.

[Firebird] -Clearly suppressing the initial response to bark out "I'd have you killed for that"- And what exactly crawled up your ass and died? Hmm?

[Doc] Indicates the shirtless person next to him-

[Sphinx] -Looking everywhere but Doc-

[Doc] Do I get an explanation? Or did you just adopt a cat?

[CN] - Her people kidnapped me!

[Firebird] Oh, so it's alright for others to bring people in willy nilly? She followed me in to make sure I wasn't murdering CN somewhere quiet.

[Sphinx] To be fair, if your murderous ex god returned with a child, you'd be concerned too.

[Doc] If that's been happening I'm not aware of it. No one has come in without permission in quite some time, and for good reason! Firebird is here because Mix vouched for him. This is still primarily a Herobrine sanctuary.

[Firebird] -Takes a deep breath before calmly setting CN down- Well, I'm sorry for not giving you a heads up. [Sphinx] Mix? -Vaguely familiar expression- About yeyy high? -Gestures at roughly Mix's height- Cute?

[Doc] huffs at Firebird - Yes. A cute little Herobrine that yeets dinosaurs?

[CN] Moves so Firebird is between him and Sphinx-

[Sphinx] I was wondering where she went. What a delightful little butt.

[Firebird] -Startled choking noise- Don't say any more, I think I might puke...

[Sphinx] -Bark of laughter-

[CN] Tugs at Firebirds clothes- Firebird... Let's go...- He does not want to be alone right now

[Doc] Will she vouch for you? Firebird didn't ask permission so I'm not taking his word.

[Sphinx] I'm not quite sure, but I suppose I should hope so?

[Doc] If not, I'm tossing you back out. I don't like uninvited guests. - In chat, - hey Mix?

[Mix] -In chat- Yes?

[Doc] I've got a lady at the spawn who says she knows you. Wild hair, cat tail, no shirt?

[Mix] Oh nooo, the shirtless lady? She's still shirtless?

[Doc] Mind if tp you? I know you're quite a walk away. I'm tossing her out if you say she's trouble.

[CN] Shifts to his bird form and flits up to Firebirds shoulder-

[Mix] If she's still shirtless I'd like to not. I know exactly what lady you're talking about. Beside not putting a shirt on ever, she's fine. The worst she'll do unless provoked is be shirtless near you and pester you with riddles if she gets bored.

[Firebird] -Pets CN a bit- What, no devouring people anymore?

[Sphinx] That fell out of style not too long after your fall from grace. Sure, it's entertaining, but out of style.

[CP] - WILL YOU FUCKERS PLEASE SHUT UP!

[Doc] Grumbles- Mix says you're acceptable but annoying. I trust them well enough to let the barging in slide. - their hands skirt over the command block they're holding under one arm- You're locked in for the moment though. Consider it a probationary period. And eating people will get you stomped by me personally.

[Sphinx] That's completely fine, I had no plans to leave so soon. And eating people is out of style anyway. -Hand wave-

[Firebird] Can I go now?

[Doc] Yes. Just don't do that again. I'm trying to do an update dammit. Everyone keeps intrupting me.

[CN] Ducks his head a little, knowing it's actually mostly his fault-

[Firebird] You could have just... Done the update. -Shrugs before skirting off with CN-

[Sphinx] -Stands there for a hot second before trailing after Firebird-

[Doc] Considering the last few times have ended up with things being majorly glitched, I'm not inclined to hurry! - eyeballs Sphinx- And where are you going?

[Sphinx] To observe, unless you are going to station me somewhere, of course.

[Doc] Has realized Cn is still really upset. -Let him comfort the kid alone dammit. Just... come with me. It looks like it might rain anyway.

[Sphinx] -Looks at Firebird and CN for a moment before turning to return to Doc's side-

-There's a little rumble from above and Doc starts heading back towards the castle. -

[Doc] Who are you anyway?

[Sphinx] I'm Sphinx, Speaker of Riddles and the only one to harass Ra more than Horus and not lose an eye. Wait… Uhh… Firebird is what he goes by now, yes? -Taps chin- I think that's what the child said. What an unoriginal name. Why not just name yourself phoenix?

[Doc] Because it's hard to spell? I'm Doc. By name and nature. - They open the door for her and head down the steps beside the horse pen just as the first drops begin to fall.

[Sphinx] -Shuts the door behind her and pads down too. Her claws make little clicky noises. Nice.-

[Doc] So... are you a glitch? - Xe shifts the block to hir other arm and passes down the second stairs near the shower and fireplace.

[Sphinx] Hm? Oh no, I don't think so. I am what I was meant to be. … probably. -Taking everything in as she follows Doc-

[Porygon] Makes a happy beeping noise as it trundles around the corner to see who's come in.

[Doc] Do you have a home game? - They reach down to pat the birdlike pokemon but don't attempt to pick them up. Obviously.

[Galvantua] Peeks at them from high on the wall as they pause in the vine room-

[Deer] Starts coming up from the bedroom, completely naked-

[Lh] Runs in front of Deerhearts hooves and sashays-

[Sphinx] The very same we stand in. Although I've seen a few others following in Firebird' footsteps... -Same hat Deer, same hat. Titties out.-

[Doc] Now I'm confused. You don't look like a NOTCH and you don't have a glitch.

[Deer] Yelps as she trips and face plants on the stairs-

[Sphinx] Yess?

[Lh] Squeaks in alarm and bolts upstairs-

[Doc] Hears the noise and puts down the command block to check on her- Deerheart! Are you okay???

[Deer] - I'm fine, why haven't you come to bed yet?

[Sphinx] -Pokes the block with a foot before traipsing down the steps after Doc-

[Lh] Comes back to sniff Sphinx-

[Doc] Unexpected guest- xe helps her up and thumbs at Sphinx-

[Deer] - Oh, hello!

[Sphinx] -Tail wiggles as LH does the sniffy- Hello!

[Deer] - Love are you still working on the update?

[Lh] Mew???

[Doc] Trying too. I was almost done... - they look her up and down- Were you amusing yourself waiting for me my darling?

[Deer] - Of course not!

[Doc] Okay... Deerheart, Sphinx, Sphinx, Deerheart. And I suddenly feel overdressed...

[Deer] Tugs on Doc's coat- Then maybe you should remove some things

[Doc] Ah-hems- They take her gently and lead her back up so they aren't crowded in the stairwell. - When I'm done I will because, barring other emergencies; I'm going to go to bed.

[Lh] wiggle butt and tries to bap at Sphinx's tail.

[Sphinx] -Calmly swooshes tail out of LH's reach-

[Deer] - So the only thing that needs to happen is the update getting installed?

[Lh] Little backflip-

[Doc] I just have to cross my fingers and toes and let the files in. - They're heading for the command block again-

[Deer] - Alright, so Sphinx, what brings you here?

[Sphinx] My murderous ex god, who seems to be living a surprisingly peaceful life here.

[Deer] - Murderous ex god?

[Sphinx] He goes by Firebird now, apparently.

[Deer] - Oh! Yes Firebird has been very helpful here, especially when it comes to CN, he's taught him a lot and has untaught some things a... Not so nice NOTCH taught him

[Doc] Winces at the mention and arranges a few things before hitting several keys simultantously. Theres a little ripple and hum and the change spreads out in a gentle wave across the server.

[Deer] Shivers-

[Sphinx] Hm... Interesting.

[Deer] - Yes, CN's grown a lot under his care, and you can see Firebirds attached to him as well. I don't think Flowey interacts with either of them very much though

[Doc] 18w10c is in play. Lets see how it works... - they take out a stair block and place it in a little pool of water against the wall. The water flows smoothly over the step- Well it looks better at least.

[Deer] - Oh good, now we can sit in the water without going so deep

[Sphinx[ That would explain why he murdered about 20 people in his search for the child, definitely.

[Deer] - I'm sorry, he what?

[Doc] HE DID WHAT????

[Sphinx] I do believe the child told you he "got angry".

[Deer] - Oh dear... Well, he wouldn't be the first here to have a relapse

[Doc] Grinds hir teeth - 'Getting angry' does not mean going on a murder spree.

[Sphinx] Well, from what you've stated, it's quite understandable.

[Deer] - He practically see's CN as his own child at this point Doc, what would you have done if it was Yaunfen instead?

[Doc] Steadying breath- He's a NOTCH. I get upset when NOTCHs murder people okay? I expect it from the creepypastas, and even a few of the brines. You tell TLOT he did that and you won't see him for days.

[Sphinx] -Calmly Swishes tail back and forth- If it soothes you, back in the day it would have been well over 20.

[Doc] Pacing a bit - No, that doesn't help at all actually. No wonder Flowey was trying to kill him.

[Sphinx] Hmmm.. Well, it's the truth. -Shrugs apathetically-

[Deer] - Doc, you've seen how often Firebird has helped us since coming here, fighting DN and Harvestman

[Doc] I know.. I know.. I'm not proposing anything. I'm just... irritated.

[Lh] Makes another grab for Sphinx's tail.

[Porygon] Rolls over to lean on Deerheart's left hoof.

[Sphinx] -Swishes tail again, bopping LH on the snoot-

[Deer] - It's alright Doc, you know Firebird will help us if we need it

[Lh] Mew! - chuffs!

[Doc] Rubs hir temples - And we can't even just avoid telling TLOT since he can read minds... I am not looking forward to this....

[Deer] - I'll talk to him, you know he trusts me explicitely

[Doc] That might be for the best...

[Deer] - But for now, bed. Do you need a room Sphinx?

[Doc] Thumbs at the hallway behind hir. - There's an empty room here, one at the top of the stairs at the other end of the room, and another where we came in. Take your pick.

[Sphinx] I'll find somewhere.

[Doc] The kitchen is down there, help yourself if you're an early riser. - yawns-

[Sphinx] -Gives a nod before vanishing off into the house-

[Deer] Takes Doc's hand- Come love, let's sleep

2 notes · View notes

zabchan · 6 years

Text

watching mlp s7

and a giraffe showed up at the veteranarians office?!? like wait, a giraffe should be a sentiant being in their universe, he should be going to a pony doctor...unless the vet isnt a vet per se but more like a xenobiologist who treats all non-strickly-pony creatures who wouldnt be seen by your average pony doctor? like how spike tried both the regular pony doc and the veteranary hospital when he had that out of control growth spurt?

and deer should be people too! in the comics the deer are like wood elves and live in deer-lothlorien, speaking and writing in english/pony. but i think i saw deer included in fluttershy's "animal" rescue???

and dont get me started on whatever weird arrangement cows have, to live on applejacks farm and be herded & milked like they do.

i have to assume ponies developed whatever adaptation we humans did to be able to digest the milk of other species. (the show has shown them milking and drinking the milk of the cows). and if you thought it was weird that a human one day woke up and said, you know imma squeeze the teets of a Whole Nother Species to gain sustinance and while we're at it, store the teet juice till it skums over then eat THAT, then let it ferment and EAT THAT...imagine how much weirder it must have been for a TINY HORSE who could CONVERSE with the cow before imbibing the teet juice?

although maybe that would be less awkward. ive heard if a cow isnt milked regularly it gets incomfortable for them because they overproduce so maybe it was more like, "hello fellow herbivore you have small flexible and oddly dexturous hooves do you think you could relieve me of my extra milk, for you see my calf is already drunk their fill and my udders are still quite distended" and the pony was like "you want me to put what where now?"

and WHY do the apples raise pigs? do they sell them off to predator nations? do they use them to hunt truffles? are they just living garbage disposals? it cant be for the fertilizer, theyre goddamn HORSES. horse shit is Fantastic fertilizer, better than pig shit if i remember my pig-farming grandma right. cows and chickens i get.

#mlp #my little pony #season seven #liveblogging #this almost makes me wanna go back to 4chan to discuss this #also makes me wanna play sims3 where i was working on making replicas of all of ponyville #season 7 is bound to have added more information on ponyville buildings #i gotta make twilights castle #it was hard enough making her library #i think ill keep twilight a witch though #i usually make winged characters into fairys #except discord the genie #but twilight wouldnt be twilight without magic #i made celestia and luna fairies though #i think

1 note · View note

canyonemoon · 7 years

Note

AHH OKAY SO #11 for Speirton pleeeeeease 💕

As youwish!

11.”Don’t you dare throw that snowba- goddamnit!” for Speirton

If you wanna join in on the fun, send me a number from this post and a ship of your own choice :)

The war ended in Austria, and just like that the daunting prospect ofhaving to jump into Tokyo had been removed. The world war that hadplagued the world for so many years, too many years, was over, andleft was the soldiers and the civilians affected, forced to find away to go on. Forced to find a new meaning with life.

The soldiers of Easy Company was no different in this prospect, andthough they’d fought together, bled together, suffered together,lived together, they’d have find their way in life and in the worldalone, on their own. That was the prospect, at least, but their mottohad always been, ever since Toccoa and the son of bitch that wasSobel, that We Stand Alone – Together.Easy Company was special, had always been special, in the yearsthey’d fought together, they’d become brothers.

“What’re you gonna do when you get home?”, was the question that went from mouth to mouth. Someanswered with confidence, others had no answer, and a complete thirdgroup was too stunned or too happy to even say anything.

Easy Company was special, and so noone said anything as men, stoic men, tough soldiers, ran to eachother as the news of the Japanese surrender was announced. MajorWinters turned his blind eye to thedesperate way Liebgott and Webster clung to each other, to thecomforting whispers Luz gave Malarkey, and instead concentrated onsmiling at Nixon like he was the goddamn sun.

They’d all be just fine, Liptondecided as he watched his men shred some of their worry for just atiny, blissful moment. And, as he turned to find Speirs looking athim with a soft smile, he’d be just fine too. Speirs, he knew, hadalways known, would stay in the army, that had always been the plan,was something he had confided to Carwood in the dark knights atHaugenau, but at least he wouldn’t be sending him off to thePacific. The war in Europe and the war in the Pacific was over, so hefelt nothing but calm at the prospect of having to lend him out tothe military even after they came home to the States.

Civilian life was easy, easier thanwar had ever been; for one, he could write letters to Luz, he couldvisit Luz, and the only news he’d be able to deliver was how hiscareer was faring, and how his new cat, Eddie, was doing. No longerhad he the burden of having to deliver the heavy news of anotheryoung, bright soul lost in the thick of battle; nolonger did he have to worry about mortars falling in his sleep. Allhe had to worry about was the nightmares that crept into his dreamsas he slept, and they were all soothed away as soon as Speirs waswith him again, whenever he returned from his military base.

Harder, though, was Christmas beingspent alone. Christmas, in the military, in the war, had never been ajoyous affair, but at least, he’d never been alone. He’d alwaysbeen surrounded by his friends, even in the cold, cold, cold,freezing hell that was Bastogne, was he surrounded by his comrades,his friends, his brothers in battle. He had never required gettingpresents, eating good food; all he had wanted for Christmas was tonot be alone. Being all by himself was something he’d never quitelearned how to properly deal with, not in the holidays, at the veryleast. He had, of course, thought about inviting Luz, his best friendin Easy, but he’d written Lipton a few weeks before telling him ofhow he for the first time had been invited over at Malarkey’s forChristmas, and how he was worriedfor his friend, or whatever they was – they never discussed suchmatters in their letters, because Christmas was always a hard timefor Malarkey. Lipton knew better than to try and intrude.

So here he was, on Christmas Eve,staring blankly at the letter Webster had written him, telling him ofhow he and Liebgott were doing, and he couldn’t really concentratebecause reading about someone else’s happiness, however close theywere to his heart, while he was feeling this lonely and abandoned wasnot really what he was looking for. But he didn’t really haveanything better to do; he wasn’t really that hungry, and he hadn’tbeen shopping for a Christmas dinner either, so all he had to eat, ifhe did get hungry, was a couple of apples and some left-overs fromlast night.

He thought of writing to Winters,ask him how Nixon was doing, and how Nixon was like to work in, andwhether he thought the house prices were reasonable or not, thendecided against it. He liked where he was living now, the only downside was that he was alone in this big house bought for two.

At halfpast seven, four Christmascarollers came to sing at hisdoor. He gave them a few bills, and the four children flashed himbright smiles. He waited in the door, watched the children go fromdoor to door; something compelled him to stay in the door, despitehow cold the blowing wind was, he just couldn’t get himself to goinside. Only when he could hear the water for tea was whistling, didhe turn inside.

The door, though, he left open. Younever know, with miracles on Christmas Eve.

At nine, he heard a knock on thedoor, and he all but sprinted out to the front door with an umbrellain his hand – if it was a burglar, he had combat training and couldeasily take the bastard down, only stopping when he saw who exactlywas standing on his porch.

“Ron,” he whispered, voice awedand surprised, a soft smile slowly spreading on his lips.

Speirs turned to look at him, hisdark eyes crinkling with happiness, fondness, amusement, andmischief, and it’s the last thing that stops Lipton midstep inrunning to his… boyfriend, lover, paramour, partner in life,whatever he is, and embrace him in God knows how long, and insteadsurveying him for potential threats.

And there it is, in his hand, agoddamn fucking snowball, how old is he? Is that the Captain thathad the reputation of having killed six PoW’s, and having shot oneof his own for being drunk? Lipton cannot believe this, so he justputs up his finger, tries to look at him sternly.

“No.”

Speirs smiles, and Lipton tries notto feel affected by that beautiful, world-brightening smile, becausehe’s trying to be serious and reproving, god damn it.

“No?”, he inquires innocently,while holding the source of Lipton’s anger in his hand, like it’sa fucking flower.

“No,” Liptonrepeats, eyes never leaving the shitty white ball, “don’t youdare throw that.”

Speirs lifts his eyebrows beforeaverting his eyes from Lipton to the snowball in his hands. “Ohthis?”

“Yes,” Lipton grits out, hecan’t quite believe this is how his Christmas Eve is gonna pan out.Him having to tell his boyfriend off after not having seen him inmonths. “Don’t you fuckingdare, Ron, throw that snowba-” and then it happens, “goddamnit!”

The snowball hits him in theshoulder, and he’s averting his gaze to dust the snow off of hisshoulder and his new jumper – it had been a gift from Webster, forGod’s sake – before he heard the front door shut and in a matterof seconds, two strong, warm (though one slightly more than theother) cup his face.

“Hey Lip,” and he’s staringinto the chocolate brown eyes of Ronald fucking Speirs, and he’snever really heard from any credible sources that anyone has everbeen able to resist those deer eyes. “Merry Christmas, yeah?”

He shakes his head, unbelieving. “Ican’t believe you, you pri-” and then a pair of lips are there topromptly shut him up, and well, it’s Christmas so who is he tospread discord? After all, atChristmas, you forgive and forget, right?

#i hope this was good?? it's my first time ever writing speirton so hopefully i got some of their dynamic right? idk #but here it is!#speirton #my writing #insightfulinsomniac #kat gets an ask #prompt time

10 notes · View notes

saintflandus · 7 years

Text

Day is Gone: Part 5 - Gone

Masterlist

Ship: Reader and Daryl (eventually)

Synopsis: You wake up the next morning next to an unwanted guest with some news that could change your relationship with Daryl.

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,068 words

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of Mitch. I want to add some tension between the Reader and Daryl without getting too off canon with characters. If anyone wants to be tagged in future posts, message me so I can be sure to add you to the list!

Your POV

You woke up the next morning and you had no idea where you were. You sat up fast, but the headache had already caught up with you. Hungover. You leaned back into bed and landed on what felt like a human arm. You looked down and realized your clothes were missing and all that was left on the bed was a sheet. Slowly you turned to see who was next to you, but deep down you knew. Mitch. You cringed and covered your face as bits from the night before began flooding your memory. You remember there being a bottle of Jameson between the two of you while you sat on the porch. But whose idea was this? “Oh god,” you softly said as you remember kissing him first. You looked out your window and saw the sun rising. You heard movement downstairs, meaning everyone was waking. You were horrified at the thought of your family seeing Mitch leave. You pushed him until he woke up. “Time for you to leave, Mitch,” you hissed.

His eyes opened and landed on you. “Good morning to you too,” he replied as he stretched. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him. You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself free. You grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around you as you walked around the room gathering your clothes that were thrown everywhere. You glared at him as you picked up your shirt and jeans and went to the closet to get dressed. “Oh, come on,” he said, “it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“Shut up, Mitch!” you sang through your closet door.

Once you were dressed, you picked up his clothes and threw them at him. “Get dressed. It’s time for breakfast.” You grabbed your knife off your dresser and beckoned for him to follow.

He pulled on his jeans and shirt and followed you down the stairs. Your dad and brother were already outside tending to the garden. You didn’t see your mom anywhere, so you believed that he’d sneak out safely. Mitch noisily made it down the stairs as you grabbed some bread and fruit to give him before he left. “Here,” you said as you shoved it into his hands.

“Woah. Do you want to talk about last night?” he asked as he wiped the crumbs off his bare chest.

“Last night was a mistake, and can you at least button your shirt.” You refused to look at him.

“If I’m not mistaken, you were the one that led me up the stairs.”

“I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

You heard the growl of a motorcycle coming up the drive. “Shit.”

Mitch smiled and took a bite of his apple. He followed you out to the porch and stood behind you, leaning against the railing, the wind blowing his shirt open. Daryl was riding up to the house on his bike. He brought it to an abrupt stop once he was in front of the steps. Mitch threw his arm over you as he welcomed Daryl. “Good morning.”

You shrugged his arm off your shoulder, so he wrapped it around your waist. “Mitch was just leaving,” you said.

“Ain’t none of my business,” Daryl said.

Mitch leaned down and kissed you. “I’ll see you later.”

You sighed. “Goodbye, Mitch.��

He stopped when he passed Daryl and smiled. “Looks like our score is even.”

Daryl looked up at you and then back to Mitch, who was stepping into his truck. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

As he drove away, you cringed and turned back into the house. You rested your forehead on the doorframe. “I’m such an idiot,” you said to yourself. “Stupid ass.” Remembering that Daryl was there, you turned back around, however, he was gone. You walked off the porch and towards the field where your brother and father were working on the fence. There you found Daryl.

“Mitch gone?” Your dad asked.

“Thank god,” you said, watching them pull the barbed wire tight.

Your dad shook his head and walked to the tractor. Lucas turned to look at you with a teasing smile on his face. “I’m sure you’re so disappointed he’s gone.”

“Why didn’t you try to stop me?”

“I was asleep by the time you both stumbled in. Or at least that’s what I’m assuming, since I didn’t hear a thing last night.” He winked at you.

You fell to your knees with your hands in your face, groaning. “Well at least he’s not coming back.”

“Dad told him to come by later and we’d talk about the move.”

Daryl perked up and looked at your brother. “What move?” he asked.

“Mitch is trying to convince Mom and Dad to move to this sanctuary he’s at until this is over. He said the leader of his community says it’s too dangerous out here to be alone and unarmed. Besides, with winter coming, we’d be smart to find allies.”

“We have allies!” you exclaimed.

Your dad came back to the group. “Not enough. Mitch said his leader can provide for us all winter.”

“The Greenes! Daryl’s group!”

Daryl looked at you and back to your dad. You could see he was growing concerned about your fate. “Can they come with us?”

“Mitch said he could only bring the four of us.”

You felt your face turn warm as your anger swelled. “Of course he’d say that.” You stood up and walked into the woods that the fence was separating from the rest of the field. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were going to do. You just felt the need to walk off your frustrations that Mitch always seemed to create. You came across two walkers feasting on a deer carcass. Quickly and quietly, you took them down. You continued walking until you came upon the tree you used to climb as a child. It had wide low hanging branches that twisted around each other. It was still just as easy to climb as it was 15 years ago. You climb up to your favorite spot about 7 feet off the ground, so it was easy to jump down from. You had been sitting there for a while before you heard the twigs and leaves break and crack. You looked down and saw Daryl walking through the woods. No doubt your dad sent him after you. “Daryl!” you shouted, “It’s 4-3 now.”

He looked up and saw you. He threw his crossbow over his shoulder and climbed up to stand on the branch under yours. He was able to lean against the one you were sitting on. You looked off into the distance thinking about leaving home. “I guess I always figured if something like this would ever happen,” you began, “that we’d just live off the land and make our own way.”

Daryl looked up at you. “You still can,” he said.

You looked down at him. “Not if my family leaves here. I can’t just abandon them, even if I don’t want to live near Mitch.”

“If you can’t stand him, why did you….”

“Why did I sleep with him?” You finished his sentence. “Let’s just say old habits are hard to quit, and I hate myself for it.”

Daryl’s POV

He looked at her. She was clearly struggling with the stupid mistake she made the night before. He smiled at the thought of her regret. To him that meant she was done with Mitch. Daryl didn’t think she needed him. He couldn’t be trusted; plain and simple. He wanted to say something to comfort her, to make her stay, but he knew nothing would help; she would still leave in the end.

He jumped down. “I think we should go back.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed as she climbed out of the tree. Daryl watched her as she fixed her knife holstered on her hip. He could feel his guard coming up. He was not about to get attached to someone he would never see again once she moved to Mitch’s sanctuary. He straightened his posture and shifted his crossbow. He wanted to suggest they band together, but her family wouldn’t trust a group of strangers. Daryl started back towards the farm when he heard her stumble. Quickly, he turned around and saw she had fallen over something hidden in the leaves. She sat on the ground laughing at herself. He smiled and reached down to grab her hand. She grabbed it and stood up, dusting off her pants. She looked behind him and smiled. “Look!” she pointed.

He stiffened and turned, expecting to see a walker. However, he there was nothing moving behind him. Instead, it was a Cherokee Rose bush. He let a small smile spread across his face as he watched her run over and pick two. She handed one to him. “I know you don’t want to think about Sophia today,” she began, “but…”

He grabbed it and said “thank you,” before she could finish. He put the bud in his chest pocket and turned back toward the farm.

“Daryl,” she said.

“What?” he replied, not turning to look at her.

She sighed. “Even though my family is going to live in the sanctuary, I’m sure we can still go on runs together.”

He shrugged. “Yeah…”

“You and your group could live here, until this is all over.”

“We’re fine where we are at,” he scoffed.

“You’re living in a makeshift tent.” Her voice had grown concerned and irritated.

The last thing he wanted to do was live in her house as a constant reminder of never seeing her again. Ever since he met her, he had felt responsible for her and an annoying amount of concern towards her well-being. He wasn’t used to caring this much about anyone, except for Merle, but she had quickly become important to him; he wasn’t ready to lose her yet. He turned to meet her gaze. “I can survive in a tent,” he replied, “don’t worry about me.”

She knitted her eyebrows together and glared at him. “Don’t worry about you? Daryl, you’re my friend! Whether you like it or not, we are friends, so I’m going to worry about you.”

“Why? After you move in with Mitch, you’ll never see me again.” Immediately he regretted saying that to her.

She was taken aback by what he had said to her. “Is that what you want?” she asked.

He didn’t want to answer her question, because he knew any way he’d try to answer would make matters worse. Instead he huffed and turned back towards the farm. “Daryl,” she said. He didn’t stop to reply. “Daryl!”

“I don’t like getting close to people,” he said, spinning on his heel, “so yes, that is what I want.”

Your POV

You felt a sting in your chest when you heard him say that. You caught up to him and grabbed his arm. “Daryl, I’m sorry, but you of all people should understand that I’m not going to abandon my family.”

He sighed and continued walking towards your farm. You weren’t entirely sure where this was coming from, and you weren’t about to give up. “Is it Mitch?”

He stopped. “I don’t trust him. I’ve told you that,” he said.

“I know you don’t, but I don’t get why? Even though he’s a mistake I keep making, I trust him to not lead us astray.”

Daryl shook his head and looked away. “So long as you think you can take care of yourself, since I won’t be there to cover your ass,” he said.

You smiled. “Since when did I need you to cover me?”

He kept walking forward, but stopped at the edge of the woods before returning to your father and brother. “Since Mitch came into the picture,” he said.

You remembered the day before when Daryl shot that Walker sneaking up on you and Mitch just outside the small strip mall. You reached out to touch his arm, but he swiftly turned and joined your family once again. Frustrated, you watched the three of them working. What’s the point of fixing this fence if we are leaving? you thought to yourself.

Your father saw you staring at them, confused. “Best to mend things now, so it’s still intact when we get back,” he said.

You rolled your eyes at the annoying metaphor hanging above you. You knew only you were making the connection, but you knew he was right. Despite Daryl’s new found attitude toward you, you were going to make him see that you cared for him; after all you did save his life. You watched him grab a post off the back of the truck to put into the ground. His arms flexed under its weight and glistened in the sun light. You could see his strong shoulders working diligently under his plaid cut-off shirt as he lifted it off the truck and into the hole in the ground twenty feet away. You saw him look in your direction out of the corner of his eye as he shifted and turned the post to stand even. “Enjoying the show?” he asked soft enough that only you could hear him.

You snapped out of your hypnosis and looked at him. “Sorry,” you began, “I was just thinking. If this sanctuary isn’t far away, maybe we could meet here every week.”

“For what.”

“Supply runs. Walker sprees.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s wait to see how you like your new life,” he replied.

“I’ve never been one to sit idly. I like being busy; I like traveling. I’m not going to like being trapped in a sanctuary. I need the open road ahead of me from time to time.”

You didn’t see him smile as he dumped concrete into the hole. You didn’t know this made him feel better knowing you’d want to come back, regardless of what waited for you with Mitch. All you saw was the nod of his head. “I can’t have you leave with you ahead of me anyway. 4-3 just ain’t fair. I wasn’t with you when you killed those two walkers.”

“Well now you’re just making up rules, Dixon.”

“Rules that make it fair.” He smiled at you.

“Clearly you’re intimidated by me, so you’re making up rules to restrain my talent.”

“I guess we will have to just continue our competition next time to see who is really the talent.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t stand a chance.”

You grabbed the knife off your hip and threw it into the post next to his head. He looked at you, eyebrow raised, with a small smirk on his face. “Close call,” he said.

You smiled and retrieved your knife from the post. You hopped into the bed of the truck and watched as they continued to work. No matter how much they joked about things, you were still upset about having to leave your home. You saw the logic in your father’s argument, but you didn’t want to leave behind your friends and allies. You had grown to care for Daryl and felt slightly responsible for his well-being. You didn’t want to leave him behind, not knowing what the next day might hold for him. You only hoped that the sanctuary wasn’t far so you could still make it back to see everyone, especially him.

***

At the end of the week, Mitch came to retrieve you in the early morning. You were to pack light and leave immediately. You didn’t have time to say goodbye to Daryl or the rest of the survivors. You managed to scratch a quick note to Daryl in case he had decided to visit in the near future. You rode with Mitch to his new home. You watched in the rear view mirror as the farm behind you disappeared into a cloud of dust. You could have sworn that you saw a motorcycle pull into your drive as you drove over the hill that would cause you to lose view of the farm for good.

Daryl’s POV

He pulled into the drive and saw how empty the house was. He felt a tightening in his chest as he began to panic. It was quiet and still. He imagined the worst had happened. That was until he found her note tacked to the door.

Daryl,

I wish I had the chance to say goodbye, but Mitch came and we were forced to leave immediately. I’ll be back in three days. Meet me here. Take care of yourself while I’m away, Dixon. I can’t win a competition against you if you’re wounded. There’s no honor in that. See you in two days!

Sincerely, XOXO Your Friend,

--Y/N

He felt his anger rising as he cursed Mitch for taking her away. He knew he did this to keep her away from him. Neither of them trusted the other, but Daryl knew Mitch didn’t have good intentions for Y/N. He was going to hurt her somehow, and Daryl knew he had to stop him. He crumpled the note and threw it. “Fuck Mitch,” he thought, “I’ll get her back before it’s over.”

He shuddered at the feeling of caring for her. He didn’t like that she felt like his responsibility. He preferred being alone, but as soon as she came along, everything changed. He refused to admit it outloud, because if he didn’t say it, it wasn’t real. She was important to him, and he couldn’t explain how or why that happened. He told himself that she was just filling the hole Merle left behind; companionship. However, he knew his feelings for her ran much deeper. He felt a little disgusted with himself for getting so close. “Maybe this will be good for me,” he thought, “With her gone, I can go back to focusing on finding Merle.”

He shook the feeling and headed back to his bike. The best thing he could do now is go on a supply run or walker spree before heading back. This allowed him to avoid the inevitable twenty questions about Y/N a little while longer. Just as he turned toward the highway, he took one last look back at her farmhouse. “She’ll be back,” he thought, “she has to.”

@jodiereedus22 @yellowtheremarvelfan @journeysthroughplanning

#Day is Gone #TWD #The Walking Dead #Daryl Dixon #Daryl x Reader

14 notes · View notes