#i have explanations for all of these if you wanna hear em

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Scout x reader who's never been to a baseball game before (ROMANTIC)

(I was bored and wrote this, I actually have been to multiple baseball games before but my ass still doesn't know anything about it. Reader's gender neutral as always. Trying to get better at writing oneshots so have this ig :/ Word count: ~1400)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

It was strangely calm that day, it was one of the occasional days off that the mercs had. You sat on your bed, reading through some random magazine you’d picked up here or there when your boyfriend Scout barged in. “Hey doll!”

You continued flicking through the pages of the magazine, not flinching. You’d gotten used to this after a year of knowing him and two months of dating him. The door might as well not have existed at this point. “Yes?”

“Wanna go to the game today? With me?” he said, flashing you two tickets in his hand.

“What kinda game?” You looked up.

“Only the best game to be created,” he said with a smirk. “Baseball.”

You shrugged. “Sure, I don’t have anything else to do—” you barely got out before you were tackled with a hug by Scout, your magazine falling somewhere on the bed as you were wrapped up in his arms. “Jesus, you’re that excited, huh?”

He only chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Hell yeah I am! I get to have my two favorite things, baseball and you, dollface.” 

You roll your eyes and give him a kiss on the cheek back, relaxing into his arms for a moment as you soak up his warmth. “...wait, am I below baseball?”

“Uhh…”

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“Bye Engie! Thanks for the ride!” Scout yelled out as Engineer drove away in his pickup truck, leaving the two of you to the sea of people waiting to get in despite the insufferable heat. 

“Geez, are there normally this many people at these things?” you said as you held onto Scout’s hand to not lose him as you walked to the back of the line for the ticket booth.

“What, ya never been to a baseball game before?” he said with a laugh. It was a rhetorical question from his perspective, but not for you. 

“No.” Scout’s jaw dropped. 

“W- whaddya mean you’ve never been to a baseball game before, w- why? How?” In his mind, baseball was the most amazing game in the world, and it was simply a crime that the most amazing person in the world had never seen it.

You shrugged. “Just never did.” Scout was full of feelings about this. On one hand, you were his dollface and it hurt that you had been deprived of one of the greatest pleasures life could offer. On the other hand, he got to be the guy to introduce you to your first baseball game, which had the same significance as a first kiss. In his mind at least.

“D’ya at least know the game? Like, how it works?”

You thought for a moment before saying: “Um, you hit balls and run a lot?”

Hoo boy. Scout sighed. “I mean- you ain’t wrong but ya ain’t right. Listen doll, so there’s nine guys on each team, right? And one of the guys is the pitcher for the inning. The pitcher, he’s the fella who . . .”

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“. . . and then the outfielders, once you have those fellas you can get somethin’ called a line drive where it hits right to ‘em without touchin’ the ground–”  

It had twenty non-stop minutes of Scout explaining the entire concept of baseball to you, and if you heard another way a ball can be thrown you were gonna snap. You took his face in your hands and kissed him before another move could be explained. 

His ears flushed red and he froze for a moment after you pulled away. “Uh, what was that all about, doll?”

“I love you but if I hear another word about baseball I’m gonna lose it. Can I just watch the game with you and enjoy it that way?” you ask. 

“Fine, fine—” he cuts himself off as the two of you are both hit with the realization. You said I love you. Shit, shit, shit shit shitshitshit!

Before you can stammer out a sorry or any other form of explanation, the woman in the ticket booth says “Next!” and you’re left to panic while Scout gives her the tickets.

We’ve only been dating for a few months, is that weird to say? It must be, he didn’t say it back. Maybe he didn’t hear me? No, he definitely heard me. Oh god, I fucked this up bad, fuck—

“Hey dollface, she said we can go in, c’mon,” he said with a smile, squeezing your hand and leading you into the stadium. You two found a spot in the bleachers, luckily under the shade of an awning. You nervously bounced your leg as you prepared for the game to begin.

He’s not treating me any differently, maybe he’s just gonna ignore that I said that. Please, god just ignore it. 

“Geez, real anxious to see the game, huh doll?” he said to you with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” Maybe this would all be okay, another normal date. Just ignore that gross feeling in your gut and it’ll be fine.

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It was not all fine. Everytime the word ‘love’ came out of Scout’s mouth you couldn’t help but feel a growing annoyance. And he said it a lot.

“Man, I love that guy!”

“ —fuckin’ love this hot dog—”

“Love the view, right doll?”

It’s like he was rubbing it in. The gross feeling, the loud noise and the tight packed crowd all teamed up to give you a headache. Great. You distracted yourself from the feeling by leaning into him and eating your popcorn, desperately trying to understand the game in front of you. Maybe you should have listened a little more to your boyfriend’s explanation. “You cold dollface?

“Nah, just tired and have a little headache, ‘m fine,” you said as you popped another piece of popcorn in your mouth.

He wrapped his arm around you so you could have more support. “We, uh, don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, y’know. It’s the bottom of the fifth if you wanna get out of here.”

“No, no, it‘s fine, gotta stay for my first baseball game. Besides, isn’t that rude to just leave?”

“Naw, it’s fine. ‘S pretty normal not to stay the whole nine innings for your first game. ‘Sides, I don’t want you to feel like shit. We could go to a game some other time, how’s that sound?”

You smiled softly. “Sounds perfect.”

“Good, now c’mon,” he said as he picked you up in his arms to carry you out of the stadium.

“Jeremy, my head is the thing that hurts, not my legs. I can still walk, you doofus,” you laughed. He kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, sweetcake, but I’m still carryin’ ya.”

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It was dark out, and Jeremy had just finished calling Engineer on the pay phone while you sat on a nearby bench: Scout’s jacket draped over you. Only a few people milled about, leaving to their cars underneath the street lamps.

Jeremy sat down next to you, reaching to hold your hand. “Engie’s gonna be here in ‘bout ten minutes...you alright doll?”

You delicately took it. “I dunno…”

“Did anything happen?”

“I mean, kinda? It’s stupid though, dunno why I’m getting so focused on it.”

“Can you tell me?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the concrete. “Well, I don’t know if you actually heard me, but earlier I accidentally said that I love you. I- I mean, not accidentally, I do, but it just, y’know, slipped out.”

“I heard you doll,” Scout said, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Then why didn’t you say anything? I mean, I get if you don’t love me yet, I’m not gonna blame you, but just say something.”

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if you were bein’ serious, doll,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Y’know, you’re amazing and sweet, and almost every time I’ve liked someone this fantastic they’re just with me for laughs.”

“Jeremy…we’ve been dating for two months, did you really think that I don’t care about you?”

“Well I mean, two months right. I kinda thought you would’ve already said ‘I love you’ by now, so just- I dunno. . . do you actually love me?”

“Of course I do, Jeremy, I just was nervous because I thought I said it too early,” you said, leaning closer to him, looking at how his face caught the light of the street lamp.

“I love you too,” Scout said with a dorky smile before pulling you close and kissing you. You probably would’ve kissed for much longer but the sound of a truck horn interrupted you. 

“Hey lovebirds, get in!” Engineer shouted from the truck.

Scout pulled away and blushed before getting in with you, holding your hand tight the whole time. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #scout tf2 #scout tf2 x reader #scout #scout x reader #fanfiction

[ddejavvu]

Can you do one where you’re new at school and you sit with hellfire bc you met one of them in your class earlier and Jason tries to scare you away from them but you tell him off and Eddie is so impressed?

"Thank you again for inviting me to sit with you," You smile at Gareth who nods politely at you, grateful that your chemistry lab partner had taken pity on you after hearing you were new.

"I can't believe he hitched up his big boy pants enough to offer," Eddie speaks from the head of the table, smirking condescendingly at his friend, "He's not exactly a lady killer."

There's an eruption of laughter at Gareth's expense and you monitor his reaction, a good-natured roll of his eyes even though he picks uninterestedly at his food. You can tell they're all comfortable enough to tease each other, another piece of their dynamic you now know.

"So mean!" You laugh incredulously, bumping your shoulder gently into Gareth's as he blushes bright red. A curly-haired boy across from you, Dustin if you remember the introductions you'd gotten at the beginning of lunch correctly, leans over to whisper something to Mike. The boys giggle over it in secret, and you shoot them a sweet smile.

"It's true!" Eddie charges on, munching on an almond, "There was this one time last year, he was so into this-" Eddie's teasing anecdote about Gareth and his flirting skills is cut short before it gets any good, a stony silence falling over the table as someone looms over the vacant end opposite Eddie.

"You're new, right?" A boy in a varsity jacket raises his eyebrows at you, the table tensing as they recognize him.

"Um, yeah." You're immediately uncomfortable with the stiff atmosphere, "Why?"

"I'm Jason Carver." He offers that as his only explanation, "Come sit with us."

"I.. I'm sitting here." You lamely offer, not understanding the awkward request, "I don't want to switch seats."

"They're freaks, y'know? Devil worshippers." Jason narrows his eyes at you, "'S that really who you wanna sit with?"

"Devil worshippers?" You echo, "What are you talking about?"

"Y/N," Eddie warns, his hand barely ghosting over your own as it lays on the smooth lunch table, "Don't-"

"Don't what?" Jason spits, "Don't ask? You don't want 'em to know? You don't want me to tell them that you're all satanic monsters?"

"We play DnD," Dustin pipes up earnestly, "It's not satanic!"

You glance down at the shirt he's wearing, the shirt that all of them coordinated for the day. It has two dice on it, a devil in the middle, and various weapons scattered around. They'd mentioned the name Hellfire when you'd sat down, welcomed you to it. But you hadn't quite grasped the nature of the club before now.

You don't know much about DnD. One of your friends back home had played it, had invited you a few times, but you'd been too scared of ridicule during the learning process to ever take her up on it. One thing you do know, though, is that it's not satanic. It's a game, for fuck's sake, it's not a ritual.

For just a moment, you play along. You let faux-fear flood into your eyes, widening them slightly, "Oh no. Not Dungeons and Dragons. Really?"

"Really." Jason nods, pride puffing up his chest as he reels you in, "There's a reason they always sit alone. They sacrifice anyone new who tries to join. Come with me now and we'll keep you safe."

"We don't-" Eddie tries again, but you slip your hand out from under his, placing it on top instead. It silences him, and he glances down at the touch uncertainly.

"Do you have any tinfoil left over from when you made your hat?" You cock a condescending eyebrow at the basketball player, "Or do I have to go buy my own?"

Jason's face, once the picture of arrogance, drops to an unreadable expression. Then anger fuels a sneer over his lips, his fists clenching at his sides.

"You know what? Fine. Stay," He scoffs, "See if anyone cares when you turn up missing in a few weeks." He stomps away, akin to a toddler scorned, and you shake your head dismissively at his insane theories.

"Hey if we're sacrificing people," You turn back to your new friends, noting the surprise and amusement on each of their faces, "Can I lead his?"

"You-" Eddie starts, an incredulous chuckle falling from his lips, "You just.. shit!"

"I don't think I've ever seen him get embarrassed," Mike muses, "Good one."

"Does he really think you guys are in a cult?" You pick at your cold fries, popping one in your mouth and speaking through it, "That's so dumb."

"He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer." Eddie quips, his hand shifting under yours, reminding you that you were still touching him.

You feel a strange sense of pride curling in your chest, the reaction of your new friends warming your heart. You smile bashfully at Eddie, lifting your hand under cover of grabbing your drink, but he takes it and squeezes it instead, keeping you in his grasp.

"You, however," He grins brightly at you, the cool metal of his rings sending a shockwave down your spine, "I think we're gonna keep you."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Celebrating your birthday with the BSD boys!

(this is part 1)(pt2{tmrw})(pt3{Wednesday})

scenario:- its your birthday and you're celebrating with the bsd bois!

pairings:- dazai x gn!reader,kunikida x gn!reader, ranpo x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

↪️Dazai Osamu

I feel like dazai would open with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOURE NOW ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DYING A NATURAL DEATH”

*proceeds to throw around double suicide ideas*

But jokes aside,if you’re not that thrilled at the prospect of aging (and honestly valid) he’ll definitely hype you up.

Like this man CANNOT take a compliment to save his life

But DAM can he dish em out

Probably has a full day of fun activities planned

But if you’re more an introverted and indoor person hed organise a full fun day for just the two of you at his place,movies,presents,couple-y stuff;The Whole SheBang!

Thered definitely be some dangerous activities in there

But hey! Its dazai, he probably knows what hes doin rightt???(spoiler:he doesnt)

The day ends with fireworks (whether by like using actual ones or junichiros light snow ability,we may never know)

And he tells you that theres no one else he’d rather go out as beautifully as the fireworks with~

↪️Kunikida Doppo

Has a DETAILED schedule for your day

Ofc it consist of stuff that he KNOWS you’ll love

If you’re kinda down abt the fact you’re gettin older he’ll just tell you that it’s inevitable and that it is nothing to be worried about

If be sees that that didnt help,(buddy come on) he says that time seems to have frozen for you and that you look as beautiful as the day you met

(WAN tachihara voice:WHATS THIS???? A COMPLIMENT FROM KUNIKIDA??????)

Also when you guys cut a cake at the agency,he gives you a book-shaped package and asks you to open it in private

It was a book of poems, he’d been writing them since the day you first met.and lemme tell you,theyre sweeter and sappier than anyone would ever think him capable of writing

When you thank him for it he just kinda shrugs it off but you can CLEARLY see the blush creeping up his face and can hear the lil crack in his voice

Also uses doppo poet to make you a smol bouquet of your fave flowers

Could he have bought em from a shop? Yes. But did he wanna woo you? Also yes.

What can i say,he’s surprisingly romantic

(Ps:- DO NOTT LET DAZAI GET HIS HANDS ON THAT BOOK OF POEMS!!)

↪️Edogawa Ranpo

Showers you with snacks

Like

Literally AND figuratively

Also allows you to eat some of his(its your special day after all)

Gets you the most insightful and heartfelt gift but also something that you’ve wanted for a while

When you ask him how he knew youd wanted it,he launches into a huge explanation of how he used his special ability to analyse your body language and-yadayadayada

Please tell him ur impressed cos he loves hearin ur praises

Asks poe to write a birthday themed mystery and yall solve it together

(Ofc he doesnt out right asks,he just kinda dares poe that he cant write it...ranpo be ranpo-ing mann)

(But when poe finds out its for you he does it with even more determination than before!!{howww is that eveb possible???})

Karl also gives you a gift cos poe really likes you(you’re nice to him and say his stories are great) (future angst piece???)

Your day will end with a huge ass movie marathon

SOO MANY SNACKS

like u thought he gave u a lot in the beginning

But DAM boi is STOCKED

will feed you throughout the movie and cuddles you close

He just loves spendin this much time with you tbh🥺

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone who wants!

#bungou stray dogs comfort headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd x gender neutral reader #dazai x reader fluff #dazai x reader #dazai headcanons #dazai fluff #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida headcanons #ranpo bungou stray dogs #ranpo edogawa #ranpo edogawa fluff #edogawa ranpo x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo fluff #📚jaya’s tales #ranpo headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #bsd hcs #dazai x y/n #kunikida x y/n #ranpo x y/n #dazai x fem reader #ranpo x you #kunikida x you

[slutforsnow]

New Beginning

(Part 1)

Tw/CW: Guns, talk of whoring, Violets SA trauma

Summary: Violet and Billy starting their new lives as outlaws

A/N: I've had a pretty bad headache lately so I'm splicing this chapter in half & bc i wanna work on my other drafts🫡

Violet stretched as her horse and Billy's trotted by the river of the Arizona territory. She was tired, hungry, and in need of a bath but she didn't complain. She knew what she was getting into when Billy agreed to try and rob the Chinese Laundry place back in Silver City. The question was if she would accept it, and she did without complaint. There was no room for outlaws who complained about the life they chose.

"Hey, Billy," She called, grabbing his attention from his thoughts to her. "You ever reckon why other women whore their bodies to other men?"

Billy blinked, scowling in confusion.

"No.... why?" He asked slowly while raising a brow at her. As the days went on, just ridin' away from their home, more Violet's than his, Billy was getting used to the random questions from Vi. The questions he never thought of until Violet would ask it. He didn't mind it, though, as he learned she was a very closed off person growing up.

Hidden away from everything else, raised to be a housewife and nothing more, Violet only started to explore the outside when she was 15. She had met Antrim while he was on a so-called "business trip," and he began to seduce her. Convince her that he was the one for her. Hearing how easily Henry had fooled Violet made Billy's blood boil.

Violet was a good person, and Henry tried to trap her into a marriage when he was married already with a child of his own.

The thought alone of Violet being forced to carry a child she didn't want pissed Billy off. He wanted to find Henry and shoot him between the eyes. He didn't deserve life.

"Billy? D'you hear me?" She asked him, bringing her horse, North, to a stop.

Billy stopped his horse as well and realized he hadn't heard her at all. "No, sorry, what'd you say?"

"I said the reason I think they do is 'cause men typically won't take 'em seriously. 'Specially if they have a real pretty face," She told him with a gentle shrug. "Unless they prove themselves worthy of workin' hard, a lot of men won't take 'em seriously and pay 'em less-hell, maybe even pay 'em nothin', so they'd choose to be a whore instead because that pays more if you're a good and experienced fuck."

Billy nodded in agreement with her explanation. It was no secret that women were paid less, almost nothin', compared to men unless they were a good fuck and real good one.

"Seems reasonable 'nough. You've given this a lot of thought though, Vi," He replied, a tad curious. "May I ask why?"

Violet blushed a little, looking at her hands embarrassedly.

"I, uh... considered goin' down that path after what happened when i turned seventeen" She admitted, looking back at Billy, whose curious expression grew to horror and anger.

"Vi-" He began, before Violet held her hand up, quieting him.

"Calm down, cowboy, I ain't thought about that no more. Trust me, the next time anythin' intimate like that is happenin' if and when I get married," She reassured, letting North continue down the path with Billy in tow.

"Good. I don't want you to ever have to do that; some of those men ain't the most polite," He replied, letting his body relax after she assured him that she wouldn't go down that path. She had blushed at his words, tucking some of her curly locks behind her ear. Billy had a way with words that made Violet's heart flip and twist in so many ways that made her feel as if she was spin dancing.

They sat in a comfortable silence as their horses continued onward, having small talk happening to avoid losing each other or going to far from the other, when they both suddenly stopped.

"You hear that?" Billy questioned, glancing over at her as he slowly reached for his gun.

"Yeah. Think it's a critter?" She answered, going to grab her makeshift dagger from her belt when they both stopped, hearing someone shut the safety off their rifle.

They slowly looked towards the newcomer. Violet's eyes softened seeing him, the older man (who looked maybe 40 or 50 years old) and was relieved it wasn't some guy like Antrim or a small critter. She wasn't fond of killing animals for food and understood it was a necessity to live, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

Violet's eyes switched between Billy and the mysterious man as they exchanged words. More focusing on the rifle that was still pointed towards Billy.

"And you? What are you doin' with him?" The man inquired, pointing his rifle to Violet. She took a deep breath, putting her dagger away slowly.

"He's my friend. I helped him get away and outta jail. I'm stayin' with him to keep his ass in check," Violet explained calmly, taking her hat off to the older man, showing him respect. The older man looked at both of them before lowering his gun slowly, believing them.

"You two hungry?"

Violet sat next to Billy as he watched the chicken cooked over the fire, spinning her hat on her finger as the three of them sat in silence; well, Violet wasn't really sitting. She was leaning back against Billy, whom was sitting a log. She occasionally glanced back at the horses, smiling softly and seeing North chilling with Billy's horse. She hadn't been sure if North would get along with the horse she had stolen for Billy but was happy to see that he was just chilling.

"You two got names?" The older man asked as he rotated the chicken.

"Sure do; I'm Billy the Kid," He introduced, refusing to use the name Antrim. Violet quirked up a smile towards Billy, a mutual understanding passing between them to never speak of or use the last name.

"And I'm Violet Evans," She finished, setting her hat on the ground next to her and sitting up properly as the old man offered them each a piece of chicken, which they took gratefully and ate.

"I'm Alias," the older man said in response, earning a puzzled look from both of them. Neither of them questioned it, but were a little bit concerned.

"So what's your plan now that you're living the life of outlaws?"

The duo looked at each other, realizing they never discussed what they would do now.

"Well, shit."

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[ouppypio]

wooooooooaahh lots of ppl wanted to hear about the au so uh explanation ( also sorry it was late at a party rn)

Magical Girl Au Explanation Thinggy..

Before everyone chose to be a magical girl, they were once all human untill meeting Caine. Caine is some magical being along his buddy Bubble who he made. Caine has good intentions but due to his lack of understanding human emotions, does intentions back fired. He seen how humans have suffered, either by pain,depression,ect. He wanted to help the humans by either turning their lives more fun n stuff. I haven't thought on what he does but the idea was there are the Abstractions and creatures (example like the gloinks) that wreck people's lives but nobody can see them. As they live in this sorta circus themed world thats you can only kinda can get there without magiccccc....n stufffffffff. Caine decided to gather people who were willing to destroy those monsters, again this au is going through construction so I haven't figured out for some parts like why Caines intentions backfired so if yall wanna give out ideas I'd be happy to hear em. Back to what I was saying, Caine manage to get a few members for his group or whatever u wanna call it. Alot on who he gathered got abstracted ( alot of this is inspired by Puella Magi Madoka Magica so alot of it will be similar to that anime) so the previous members are now Abstractions (like previous magical girls turn into witches) All of the members were once human, but apon meeting Caine. Caine came to the conclusion that the human body was just to weak for them to fight so he came with a solution. By using his power, he turned their human body to these magical forms, essential what they are in the digital circus. But these body aren't human at all, they don't have organs or look anywhere near human like that so that strikes another problem. Since they can live in the human world anymore, Caine decided to create a new home for them, The Digital Circus. All of the members were devastated to learn that their lives were taken away and now having to live in some circus well just like the show... they abstracted. I might go for an idea that Caine erases all of their old memory to help with their sadness but again with it backfiring with them going insane n stuff. Again feel free to leave out ideas.

So now we begin with our story starting with Pomni. Pomni or whatever her human name would be (Pammy? Pamantha? Poppy?) She's is a depressed,overworked, and very much hates her job, office worker. Working for a company ( maybe for a game uh again not sure) who desperately wants to change herself, to prove the people around her that she can do something, that she can make a change, to have a purpose. That goal could spark the interest of Caine, so one day appearing in front of her to make a deal. Maybe possibly one of the monsters attack her. Either by accidentally going to the magic world thingy on mistake ( she maybe noticed a weird group of them going to this portal, or by just peer dumb and bad luck...she would have lots of bad luck) Possibly Caine saves her or the group instead. Which ever I go for Caine strikes a deal with her and she goes along with it because of the desperation to be something. And once she actually learns the horror of this new body and new home, she regrets it...as all the others during there first times. Now me meet the group, starting with the oldest

Kinger, the one who's been apart of the group the longest and most wisest. He's somehow been able to stay somewhat same but due to so much time dealing with all the craziness and losing someone dear to him. The magical girl gig has kinda broken him away so especially he's the plan/ smart guy in the group. Telling information for the group for missions and strategies.

Then Ragatha who's the second oldest member. She is essentially the mom friend, who often aids her friends during battles and keeping check of anyone (especially after someone abstracts) She tries to put on a happy face and cheerfully personality to keep her sanity, as it's her way to deal with her forever situation.

Jax is the third, he's the playful and prankster as always. Often teasing and annoying his teammates whenever he has the chance to. Jax often doesn't wait to attack during missions and ignores everyone's warning, unless Caine gets him to sit down and listen. But all of the sass and humor is his way to cope with the situation.

Gangle is the fourth member of the group, she's quite soft spoken and scared. As she still struggles a bit of her situation, and relys on her mask to deal with her emotions. Although she isn't weak, she can find herself to cower over some missions if they get to much. Mostly when she doesn't have her happy mask on, and that mask helps her with confidence. Although her emotions help her boost her strength if in very strong emotions.Her coping is practically relying on her masks to keep her happy,although a certain someone keeps breaking them.

Zooble is the fifth and came not long after Gangle. They are a distant and "idgaf" type of person, often trying to not get close with anyone and to just get over with it. Zooble sorta chills there untill they go to another mission, and their distancing is their way of coping. Not wanting to make connections to people in fear of losing them, just over all wanting to do the missions and nothing else.

The basic plot of it is Pomni and everyone else going to mission while they slowly start to find out more and more about everything to who they are, Caine and his secrets,and the universe itself. Anyways that's what I'm going to leave off, have a sketch of Pomni and Ragatha designs. I do plan on finnish it aswell with everyone's else but im tired and I wanna go to bed. Also credits to @massivemilkshaketale giving me ideas for this au, ily all and gn :33

designssssssss

#tadcmagicalgirlau #the amazing digital circus #tadc #the amazing digital circus au #tadc au #tadc pomni #pomni tadc #tadc ragatha #ragatha tadc #tadc jax #jac tadc #tadc kinger #kinger tadc #tadc gangle #gangle tadc #tadc zooble #zooble tadc #tadc caine #caine tadc

[toasts-httyd-hyperfixation]

Alright i can't decide so y'all are fixin to do it for me

I have several things i wanna work on but i cant pick one to do so ive been doin none of em

Options are

Redoing the Httyd Timeline and Ages post i made a while ago. Its all mostly accurate and the things not explicitly stated in canon i still stand by, but i found a couple other things to add in, and overall its a lil messy cause its from when first started making longer posts, so it could just do with an overhaul to clear it up a bit

Im trying to go through and make a Full AU list, with Name and a summary of what its about, so i can actually talk about em here, as well as sorting all other AUs out properly. These were all talked mostly via the Discord Server, so its literally sorting through whats gotta be hundreds of thousands of messages from over the course of >1 year. Which its great because ive deeply enjoyed talking to everyone ( Shout out to the Discord Buddies, Love yall, you're the Best🫶🫶) but my god, i should have kept on top of it lol.

This one i don't know if anyone else even really is interested in, but y'all are getting it eventually regardless, because ya know you can't stop me from making posts here, no matter how much yall may want to sometimes (Toothfull my beloved <3). Anyway the gist of this one is, idk if its just me, but a lotta times when i hear ages in a book, i understand it, but it doesn't really connect. So i like to go and find other characters and people that are the same age, especially in like movie or shows, where i can look at people that are the same age and go "Holy Shit, they're just babies" or such as the like as that if they're older (Mostly in Alvins case, that man is not as old as a lot of yall probably think he is, or maybe you don't, who am i to say what you do or do not think)

Number 4 is essentially the same thing as number 3 but height related instead. I just like making visual comparisons for a lot of these things, cause it helps put things into perspective, as well as its nice for like drawing and stuff.

This ones just Goofy. I have several sillier ships that ive had over the years, some that just fall into crack ship territory. Some of them i do actually think would be cute/sweet, others are just for the sake of going "Could you fuckin imagine". So im making a poll, much like this one, with a brief explanation, and then yall get to vote on em. I dont know if itll be for the Worst, The best, Which One is y'all's favorite, i dunno, but its gonna be something.

And then the last one i can think of is, i really don't know how to explain it, but it's talking about how, in my opinion, the Vikings view of hiccup is being accurately portrayed? Like, that's a really bad summary, but i can't think of how to explain it better so, this is kind of a vague, mystery option

Anyways, those are the options i got for now

Im probably forgetting something but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Everything'll eventually got done

So with that said

#httyd books #httyd #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon books #not putting as many tags on this since its not really a Post post #Also this should say what i *try* to work on next #cause lets be real there is no guarantee im gonna be finishing it before switching to something else lol #i do not control the Adhd‚ i am simply bound to its will #anyways

[blaithnne]

So I was just curious as I’ve noticed you’ve made reference to your 60s au (which I absolutely adore btw) so I just wanted to ask if the 60s au is just a drawing and reference on tumble kind of thing or if it’s a work in progress so in other words are you writing fic involving those versions of the characters? —and if your not you totally should your ideas and writing is fab and I’d love to hear more about them :)

First of all TYSM ANON!!

Second of all basically yeah the AU is just art stuffs! It’s something I’ve had floating around in my brain for a long time, and I decided to just combine it with a general ducktales rewrite type of thing and start posting my designs bc it’s fun !! I love character design so creating a lineup of characters is a great time :)

Unfortunately no there is no overarching fic, or really any extended story stuff out there. I’m just drawing stuff as it comes to me! Maybe one day I’ll scribble out some one shots, but I don’t want to start any new writing stuffs until Plenism is complete (for my ducktales followers, Plenism is my long running Hilda fanfic! It’s currently on hiatus but it’s a project of mine I’m very passionate about lolz). At some point though, maybe after I’ve got some more designs out there, I’d like to sit and write out some of my ideas as bullet points or something, and there’s some wee doodle comics I’d love to whip out sometime!

I have a LOT of lore ideas for this lil universe but, I don’t want to put pressure on myself if that makes sense? In the past I’ve quickly burnt myself out on projects like these and I don’t want to do that here, so I’m just doing whatever peaks my fancy in the moment! The only “rule” I’ve got going currently is that I want to get my character designs out in era appropriate order, so I wanna finish my main 60s designs before moving onto 90s era or present day ones, just so it’s not too confusing for you guys. But hey I might end up breaking that rule, I’ve already got a couple present day designs complete and I don’t wanna hold onto them forever, so I’ll just see how it goes!

In conclusion I am THRILLED people are enjoying my little AU, but I’m just drawing whatever I feel like and not putting pressure on myself to do something big like a fic or a proper consecutive comic, lest I burn myself out. With that in mind, if you guys have any questions about the AU send em in and I’ll see if I can answer them! Either with lil doodles or with rambly explanations lolz

#ty for the ask!! #anon #ask #ducktales human au #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #au #my au #ducktales au #textpost

[sturnsssbow]

STRANGERS

ex boyfriend!matt x female!oc

warnings: fluff-angst, kinda sad? I also don’t know if this is fluff it angst ngl… SUE ME 😓(idk bro 💀)

authors note: this is for @annamcdonalds67 writing contest! (Not proofread!)

Matt and Em were the ‘it’ couple. They were perfect for each other. Matt was on YouTube, and Em was in the music industry. They were loved by all, until one fatal date night in downtown LA.

They were in the car after dinner chatting, kissing, doing what couples do. They were having a great time, until Matt found a way to start an argument — about Em cheating.

“Matt, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I never cheated, or have even thought about it!” Em exclaimed. She was getting mad at Matt, because she had never even thought of doing that to him. Matt has the love of her life.

“But you did, Em!”

Em let out a slight sob, was she going to lose her boyfriend? Over an argument about her cheating? Em was have mixed emotions to saw the least.

“Em, I know what you did! I know you cheated with Eric. I’m not as dumb as you think I am!” Matt had also started to cry — very small cries — he didn’t know why he was arguing with Em. Maybe he was jealous of Eric.

“Matt, if you just jealous or mad at Eric, tell me! I’ll stop talking to him for you. You know that I love you!” Em needed an explanation to why Matt was suddenly mad about Eric. Matt never had a problem with him before, up until now.

“Maybe we won’t work Em.” Matt whispered, his cries now a little louder.

“What?” Em chocked out, her sobs getting the best out of her. “What do you mean, Matt?”

“I mean, maybe this isn’t for us. Eric would be better for you. I mean look at me, Em.”

“Matt we can’t do this. Not now. Please.” Em looked at Matt through her wet eyelashes. Mascara now running down her face, her full face of makeup now ruined from crying.

“I’m sorry Em. We’re over. We can’t do this anymore.” Matt sobbed.

“Matt please!” Em was now sobbing with Matt. “We can work this out! I promise!”

Matt shook his head no, while unlocking his car. A small sign saying ‘get out of my car’

Em nodded at his action. Not wanting to, she left his car anyways. Em was now standing on the side of the road crying to herself.

— 2 months later —

Matt and Em had become strangers ever since that night. Matt blocked the girl on every social media platform. So fans knew they weren’t talking, or that something happened between the old ‘it’ couple.

Because of her experience, Em had made a song about her break up experience with Matt. It wasn’t a mean song, because deep down, she knew she still loved him. So the song was a soft song, lightly explained what she felt like.

The song title was “strangers.” She loved it with her heart, one of her favorite songs — mostly because it was about Matt.

But what Em didn’t expect was that her song was going to go viral on TikTok. She was scared because Em didn’t know if she wanted Matt to hear the song she wrote about him. But of course, he heard it. He loved the song, until he realized that his favorite ex, Em Winters, wrote it.

authors note: put my heart into this. It’s still bad but wtv. I won’t be active until Friday bc I have a field trip for 3 days and we can’t have our phones 😝😜😓 enjoy <33

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[zkoh001]

"If you think it is my husband you should fear, you are nothing more than a fool."

Im dubbing this the tigermom au, where Misako had a legit reason to leave Lloyd, and it was to put fear of god in the hearts of destinies writers the moment they hear the Garmadon name. (In the meanwhile getting stuck in a time loop/trap)

Honestly I just feel like she COULD be a really cool character, if her abandoning Lloyd with no fair explanation didn't weigh her down. She pretty effortlessly rizzed both sons of god, and is one of the few non EMs shown doing spinjitzu. Also was quite good at it, if we can believe Wu. Tho I think she could do a bit more sass. (She was sassy like twice, and I live for it. Also sassy Lloyd, but that doesn't belong here)

Here are a few scattered ideas:

° When she hears the prophecy, she realises the only way to save her family is to rewrite destiny. Good thing she knows where to do that

° Using her archeology/history background she begins looking for ways to move amongst realms

° She leaves Lloyd at Darkleys (only for a few weeks, she swears) temporarily. Why Darkleys? Well, he probably would be safer with his father idolized rather than despised (see the movie for example)

° I'm not sure of the deets, maybe Travelers tea or some other method, but she leaves for Cloud Kingdom (or perhaps Time blades shenanigans, but honestly, I want her to punch Fenwicks jaw trough his skull.)

° Not looking for a nice chitchat with the people who broke her family, she wreaks havoc amongst the denizens of CK, looking for two specific scrolls

° Eventually they kick her out with joined efforts, and she returns dejected. The worst she expected was Lloyd starting a Garmadon cult amongst the students, not her son all grown up, hanging out with a bunch of teens in pajamas.

° I want to make her showing up more impactful. I want Wu and the ninja to be surprised, I want her to be devastated when she puts two amd two together (she doesn't know about tomorrows tea, so it seems even worse). I want her to mourn the time lost, but still be determined to make it up somehow.

° Note, that while it's not nearly as bad, she still had the attitude, of fighting her way out of her problems over trying to raise Lloyd into not killing his dad. This could be a character flaw to explore, and it could make Lloyd more drawn to her, since her attitude is quite a bit similar to Kai's

Sidenote, I know that sounds like Maya over again, but it does't need it to be similar really. I like to actually make Ray and Mayas kidnapping make sense, with Krux knocking them out with the tea, kidnapping them, and THEN forcing them to stay with the "I know where your babies live" threat.

So while Maya was kidnapped, Misako would have left willingly, albeit, for longer than she meant to.

But let's get to the mom part shall we?

° Honestly, outside of making Misako more interesting, this is a bit self indulgent, because I think Lloyd should have a healthy outlet, since trauma dumping Akita is not really an option now

° Lloyd would be conflicted, not being able to hate her, but still, she was never there

° "You don't have to forgive me"

"It's okay, you didn't mean to..."

"But it still hurts doesn't it? You can let it out"

° I know, it's harder to manage more characters, but I want her to BE there for her son, also let's scrap Wusako, I wanna make her love Garmadon, to the very end, even if it's tragic.

° She won't leave when going gets tough, and she would offer her own fighting skills to help too

Just some fun extras:

° She showed up to the Monastery after some rumors about demigods living there, to examine the place. The spinjitzu brothers found her, she used some incredibly stupid pickup line with fingerguns, and procedeed to steal both their hearts

° She's got rizz that literally only works on these two.

° The spinjitzu brothers would stare down any EM who dares question her presence, and she fucking knows it.

° Will watch with a shit eating grin as Wu lectures, and Garmadon threatens the poor sap

° Since Maya is the overenthusiastic mom, I will make Misako the bad influence mom, who makes her son do dumb shit kids his age should do (and 100% joins in, cause, whose gonna tell her she can't?)

° Lloyd inherited his grandfathers hair, his father's eyes, and his mom's face.

° I just find it funny if Lloyd showed up to CK, and everyone was hostile/angry towards him. And Lloyd being Lloyd would assume it's about his dad, since it always is. Except not now.

° "YOU! I know who you are! You are that woman's son!"

° "...Yeah, he is my fa- wait, what?"

° "Hey, look, looks like your mom made quite a mess for ya"

° " Which only means even more people hate me so thanks MOM."

° Lloyd is the house cat, if he doses off on you, you are not allowed to get up/disturb him (I like to think it started when he was little, but since he is still the youngest mentally, it stuck). The ninja (and his family) strictly enforce this, even on random visitors who fall under the cat-curse. This is not even really Misako related just Cat Lloyd? Cat Lloyd.

° ... Also, I think he should have a ponytail. (Seriously, that hair would be realistically such a hassle while fighting. Pull that hair back, so you can SEE you dingbat)

Just... I mean, Lloyd and Garmadon are already cat coded according to the fanbase, why not give them a feral wildcat mom/wife? She will hiss at anyone who messes with them, don't worry.

#ninjago #misako #wu #garmadon #spinjitzu brothers #tigermom au #essay #or maybe she passed in time cause of time blade shenanigans #someone in the reblogs gave me the ck idea #and i like it #cause then she can punch those assholes in the face #also garmacat family i guess #ponytail lloyd supermacy #I apparently can't write an essay without relapsing to HoT in some shape or form. #but it's okay #i accepted my fate #thanks for reading! #if you're still her this is off topic #but the ninjago fandom is feral #you guys interact with my shitposts more then other fandoms with my fully rebdered art #lookin at you #undertale fandom cough cough

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 4 - menswear

masterlist

“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” “It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late”“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure” “Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?” “Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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where all of the 1975 gang and y/n attend a wedding 

warnings: a few swearing, recreational drugs use (coke and weed) and a panic attack, also please let me know if there is any more that I need to be aware of them

A/N and here it is im taking tommorow and monday off, but I promise you, chap 5 will be out next weekend, kisses x 

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“Well get rid of them then, because I tell you now Luce if they are still there, when the wedding comes around I will just stay at my mums house until they’re both gone and you don’t want your maid of honour to cancel on you last minute do you?” 

“No I suppose not. Okay I will do my best to get them gone, look I’m gonna have to go now babe I haven’t got time to sit around and chat I have got a wedding to sort out, I’ve still got to make sure the DJ knows the no plays and when to play our songs so I love you and I’ll see you in about 4 hours kisses.” Lucy says while making an unbareable smooching sound down the phone. 

“Love you. But I mean it when I say, I want them GONE.” 

“Yes, yes, okay I’ll see what I can do babe love you, but I really have to go now hun” which is her final sentence before I was met with the signal of her putting down the phone. 

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Before, I start properly focusing on my drive back to Wilmslow, I had to make sure Adam knew that both of our exes were there. So thats exactly what I did. 

reaching out to press my home button on my phone “phone ad” 

“now phoning ad” I was met back with the robotic voice speaking out to me through the aux cord

the phone rings a couple of times before Adam picks up 

“Hey Y/n whats up?” 

“err look I thought you should be aware, that Em and him are both there and that you should be warned because they might show up tonight or tommorow, and I kinda don’t want them to because then I’ll have a panic atta-” 

My waffling on was then cut off by adam’s voice ringing through the aux in my car, 

“look y/n/n, who cares if they’re both there, I certainly don’t I’m over her now, you should be over him too it’s been 6 months, it’s no longer fresh in our minds and plus we’ve both got new people in our lives, you’ve got Al and I’ve got Carls, infact I’m inviting her to the wedding, there was already a spare place from Em being uninvited and Lucy said yes to inviting her so now shes coming, you should invite Al im sure he’d be well up for it. G told me he was a massive fan of ours” 

“I’m not too sure Ad we literally only just met last night, do you really think it would be that smart to invite him?”

“look just tell me you’ll consider it y/n/n you at least deserve to have someone there for you” 

“okay, okay! I’ll think about it but its not a yes”

“good im glad, right im gonna go. Because ive still got to pack some last minute things, and I’ll see you later on at the rehearsal dinner okay” 

“okay lots of love” 

I say before putting down the phone. and going to phone alex to see if he wants to come. At this point I’m stopped in a petrol station to phone him as I didn’t save his number earlier. 

ringing once twice three times biting my nails in anxiousness, before i hear a thick northen accent ringing through my ears 

“Hey, who is this?”  

“Al?” 

“Y/n? is that you? was wondering when you’d call are you alright darlin’“ 

“yes yes it’s me look listen. I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me. its just theres an extra place due to some dramas that happened and so..”

“look love, I would really like to go, I wish you would’ve told me sooner, I’m literally about to board a plane to leave England right now, but we have to sort out a date some time soon, I’d love to get to know you better”

“Yeah no of course. I 100% get that plus its not like you would’ve missed out on anything anyway. It’s literally a boring wedding” 

“You don’t have to downplay it fo me love, sounds dead interestin” 

soon an announcement is made that I cant quite hear but it is soon made clear that it’s Alex plane because he bids his goodbyes and then he hangs up the phone 

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“omg! y/n/n! thank goodness you’re finally here! you’ve missed out on a lot it’s like grand central station in there, people flying everywhere moving things honestly I don’t know how I do it for a job. It’s soooo good to see you, honestly, I’ve missed you so much, how’s London and the modelling life treating you?” Lucy says running up from the front entrance of the moderately sized building, and to my car giving me a rather large squeeze. 

“It’s been good, London is manic though, all the time, and these shoots they are just amazing I did one recently for a major U.S. company had to travel to L.A. for it. but honestly my career has taken a major turn since I moved to London with the boys.” 

“That’s so good I’m so happy for you. And how are the boys? Are they good? Is the music life treating em well?” 

“so well, I can’t say too much because it would spoil it. But they have recently been getting so many radio plays it’s ridiculous but I am so proud of them!”

“thats so good! Looks like that move was good for all of you then!” 

“yeah yeah it was, Luce I’m freezing can we go inside? Are they in there?”

“ of course we can babe, no no they’re not! my mum told both of em where to shove it. that soon made them leave!” 

“I’ve always loved your mum. did you know that!” I say throwing an arm around her shoulder and walking into the venue. 

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“so when are the rest of you London lot getting here?” Henry asks standing next to me. 

“umm not too sure but I’m sure they’ll be here soon. shouldnt be too long they set off about 3 and a bit hours ago. so in like in a few” I say in reply. 

“Hopefully, they won’t be too long. Luce is stressing way too much I dread to know what she’s gonna be like tommorow.”

“Ha! Yeah. I know what she’s like, I remember Matty’s 18th suprise party, she was dead stressed when I organised that, and she wasn’t even the organiser! But look don’t worry, it wont go too mad. I know that with her everything goes to plan” 

“yeah, thank you for being here by the way, I know it can’t be easy being here especially after what happened 6 months ago.”

I was about to reply when I was cut off by a curly haired boy, a really annoying one to be precise. 

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED” 

“Matty shut your mouth, go get your suits on boys, rehearsal dinner commences in 10, you’re late already as is” Lucy says. Before walking over to where Henry and I were stood having our conversation

“y/n/n, I need you to go get your dress on too.” 

“okay, I will go and do that now” 

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The rehearsal dinner was a success, I knew it would be, anything Lucy organises is. It’s what she does best, kinda always knew she would be an events planner, her and Henry was meant to come to London with us, Lucy living with me and Henry living with the guys, but then the both of them recieving their dream job offers in the heart of Manchester, so they never did. I think it was meant to be that way if I’m completely honest. I just don’t think it would’ve ever worked, especially with the guys and I all being single and them two being in a relationship. Sure,it worked in Wilmslow where none of us lived together but the whole dynamic that we have now would’ve shifted and just wouldn’t have worked.  

Currently I am squished between a tree and a skinny curly haired man, we ended up, going back to my mums last night and both George and Matty insisted that they had to see my mum. So just like we were 17 again and had just had a drunken house party, we are sleeping in my bed. To be fair its quite a large bed, however all three of us, are slightly bigger being 22 and 23 now, we just dont fit. 

So I did what I had to do in order to get up. Wiggling to the end of my bed as so to not wake the two massive lumps in my bed, and eventually getting off at the end and then I went on the search to check for my phone. 

Finding it laying on my bedstand on G’s side, he must’ve found me passed out and it still on so he must’ve put it there. 

Turning it on to find out the time reading 7oclock, the wedding starts at 11 so its time to make my way to wake up the boys so that we all can head to the hotel, both of them being groomsmen and me being lucy’s maid of honor, so I do just that but I cant do it normally, thats just not our friendship dynamic. So I head to the bathroom to get a jug and fill it with cold water, heading back to my bedroom I start pouring it on matty.

“What the fuck y/n.” 

“It’s time to get up, we have to head to the hotel, to get ready. We all have to be ready by 9 incase the event staff need help with anything, and I promised Lucy we’d be there by half 7, 8 at the latest to make up for all of us being late yesterday, now help me wake up G. While I find out where the fuck Ross and Hann are” I say while pulling my phone out to find out where the other two of our group are. 

“I dont fancy getting slapped by the tree thanks, you can do it, I’ll call Hann and Ross” 

“uh uh, you made me late yesterday, you get the pleasure of waking up the giant, I’ll get us a maccies breakfast on the way if you do.”

Soon enough he does it, earning a slap from George “it’s the crack of dawn, Matty what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

“To be fair G, it’s 7 we have to leave in 10 because Lucy wants us at the hotel, and I dont think any of us want to anger bridezilla, I just know shes gonna be on a warpath today. Plus I promised stink here a maccies breakfast, right now though I’ve got to phone the other two find out where they are, can one of you two phone ross? I’ll phone ads” Matty nods his head reaching for his phone. while Im on mine pressed to my ear, trying to get through to him stepping out of the room so I don’t get distacted by Matty on the phone to Ross.

Finally after about a minute I’m met with a raspy voice. 

“Hello?”

“Adam? Are you with Ross”

“yes, yes its me, and No what do you want at this ungodly hour, Y/n?”

“I promised Lucy I’d make everyone head to their respectful getting ready rooms, at half 7 so can you head to Hen’s and start getting ready I’ll bring you a McDonalds.” 

“yes yes okay. I’ll head there now, when you come knock on my hotel door its 432, Carls will have my car keys, your stuff is in my car, Matty couldnt fit it in his” 

“okay, okay. Bye I’ll see you.” 

“bye bye, see you in a bit, double sausague and egg pleaseee”

“yes yes okay, see you in a bit Ad’s” I said before hanging up the phone and returning to my bedroom where Matty and George still reside in my bed, although this time a phone was pressed to Mattys ear talking into it 

“Yeah, Y/n wants us to get ready, so we will be there in a bit”

I mouth to George “is that ross.” earning a shake of his head. “his mum” i nod my head waiting for him to finish his conversation. 

A few moments later a “yep okay bye mum I love you see you tommorow” ending the phone. 

“Right as much as I am glad that you were on the phone to your mother Matthew what is the situation on Ross?”

“He was with Henry already, apparently Lucy banged on his door at half 6 this morning making sure he was up” Matty said chuckling a bit

“That girl honestly” I say shaking my head 

“Right come on you two lets get going we’ve got places to be people to see” I say slapping the two boys on their legs. 

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The ceremony was a success, and it all went well. now we were heading on a little walk to where the reception was being held. Matty George Ross and I were infront, and then Adam and Carly following suit behind us. 

We walked into the marquee tent finding our seats George and I both sat at the head table as I was Maid of honour and G was Best Man, Matty, Ross and Adam were sat on the table infront of us though so we all weren’t too far from eachother, luckily I was sat next to George and Lucy so I didnt have to endure meaningless conversations with other members of the bridal party like I did at the hen do. 

“C’mon G we’re sat here”  I say grabbing his hand and pulling him towards our seats after checking the seating plan that was displayed on the foam board standing on the white easel. 

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And soon enough the reception was well underway after Lucy and Henry had their first dance. George hopped on the decks doing what he knows best, Lucy had let him have an hour at it giving the DJ an hour break to dig into the buffet. 

I walked up to G wondering if Matty had any Joints. Because Lucy had want to let loose, and she hadn’t smoked in ages but claimed it was “my wedding night so I can do whatever the fuck I want” clearly having had taken too much advantage of the free bar at that point. 

“well your the best man so whats the plan? we gonna smoke” 

“y/n/n I’m busy doing my best to give everyone a fucking good time here, go talk to Matty about it, he’s outside. He’s the one thats got ‘em I’ll smoke my own later” 

“okay I will, c’mon Lucy lets go find Matthew, bye G”

We walked outside finding Matty perched on a log smoking, we approached him 

“oh Matthew” Lucy called out 

“oh here comes trouble” he shouted out earning a giggle from lucy 

“look we just wanna know if you’ve got any of those joints left, I know you must have at least half of one left, I can see you smoking one, and it’s not even halfway finished. The bride here wants some to let loose, Hen hopes it’ll calm her down and stop her being so stressed about everything. ” 

“Look bug, I would and you know I would, but I’ve only bought three like I told you before, you’re gonna have to ask about. We went to school with half of the people in there and we all know they’re all pot heads, someone in there is bound to have some” 

“Come on! I know who will have some” Lucy says. 

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Eventually we found someone with some after asking about three people. Joining Matty on the log he was sat on when we came outside previously. Staying in silence, we sat and smoked. Until Lucy eventually piped up 

“You wanna know why I’m smoking?” 

“Because, it’s your wedding day and you can do whatever the fuck you want?” I question laughing 

“no, it’s cause I needed to put off crying, this day couldn’t have gone worse. Henrys Mum sent me a text this morning saying that I shouldn’t be marrying him that he doesn’t really love me and I don’t deserve him, she’s been giving me evils all day. y/n/n I almost left him at the alter especially after Em’s text” she says tears flooding her eyes when she turns to look at me. 

“oh Luce, c’mere babe” I say with my arms wide open and she shuffles along the log we’re sat on and hugs me, sobbing fully at this point. tears not coming to my eyes. After she pulls away I can’t help but ask about the text. 

“what did you mean by the fact that Em texted you? what did she say” 

“she said about how I banned her from my wedding, and that I needed to grow up because I took your side after the whole argument six months ago and that she would make an appearence along with him today, but not before she said that in a year or two Henry would leave me for her, I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier Y/N, I haven’t even told Henry, I’m not sure I even want to. I don’t want to make him leave, I know it’s silly because we’ve been together close to a decade at this point. But what if he decides he doesn’t want to be with me any more y/n/n, I don’t know if my heart will be able to take the pain especially with you in London” 

“Don’t be silly Luce it’s okay, but she has no right to make you panic like that especially after warning you that she’s going after Hen, Luce, you are aware that you’re going to have to tell Henry about all of this right, especially about his mum, she has absolutely zero right to tell you whether you’re good for her son or not.” 

“She’s right you know, you have to tell Henry, even if you dont want to, he needs to know. I’ve never known the two of you to keep secrets from eachother, especially one this big Luce, you know I may not have liked you at the beginning when you were dressed in nowt’ and telling everybody you were shagging every boy in Wilmslow, But Luce I like you now, and I know that you would really benefit from telling him, I can go get him if you want, y/n/n and I can be there while you tell him if you want?” 

“no, no it’s fine I need to tell him on my own you two go. enjoy your night, come find me when you’re leaving.” 

“okay okay, I’ll see you in a bit we’ll send him out to find you” 

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After finding Henry, and telling him to go find Lucy outside, Matty dragged me to the bar. 

“so bug.” he says turning to me “whaddya drinkin’?” 

“malibu and coke” I say in reply 

he gains the attention of bartender “scuse me lad can I have an ameretto and a malibu and coke please, passionfruit variation please” This boy knows me too well at this point as he asks for the passionfruit variaton because he’s all too aware after too many slip ups at parties to fill my glass with original malibu and me turn up my nose at the coconut flavoured liquer. 

He thanks the bartender after handing us our drinks. And we go over to our tables but not before matty spills a load of his on a taller lad who we’re not too sure we know. 

“watch where you’re going pot head yeah and also watch your girlfriend yeah think she might be getting some tonight but certainly not you, you scrawny fucker” the 6″3 skinny lad pipes up 

“look I might be spilling my ameretto because of previous joints yeah, but don’t talk about my best mate like that, I don’t know who you think you are, yeah you might be taller than me, but you look just like me so I reckon I could knock you out, so just watch what your saying yeah” 

“Matty, leave it hes not worth the fuss yeah” 

“ooh getting your girl to sort your problems are we?” I can see Matty clenching his fist just as if matty was about to swing for him so I step infront of him before anything can happen. 

“Do you want anything to end up in the press about Denise’s son losing it at wedding?” I ask him knowing thats exactly what would happen knowing the fuckers that went to our school. He shakes his head no in reply “exactly, so leave it yeah, this guy is not worth our time or effort yes?” he nods his head I tap him on the back throwing an arm around his shoulder “come on then stink” and so we’re off, back to the dancefloor so we can forget our troubles and have an absolute blast of a time before I’m back to work in two days, and the lads are back to the studio next week.

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“Matty, I need to go to the loo” I shout over the loud music but not before making a sniff gesture with my hand signaling that it was time to bring the sniff out, It was kinda known in Wilmslow that our group, were drug users, not hardcore as much as people think, only when parties were going on or when one of us wanted to feel something. 

“cmon then bug, lets go to the bathroom” 

Once we made it into the bathroom I lock the main door so that no one could make it in especially, Lucy’s conservative great-grandmother that definetly had some interesting views. 

as I came back from locking the door hopping onto the counter where matty wasnt cutting lines. After he finished cutting the lines he handed me the rolled up 20  but not before saying “two each” “ooh a 20, very rich of you” “shut up and just sniff your two, off the porcelain basin will you” “okay okay chill out, Matthew” I say hopping off the counter taking the rolled up 20 that he was still holding out for me to take. 

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Safe to say I was feeling the effect of the drug I had taken just a mere 10 minutes ago. 

and soon enough, Em and him were here and I was making a beline for the exit, Making Matty clearly confused as he hadn’t noticed them. so obviously as confused as he was, He followed. 

“bug, bug, slow down.” he called out and I turned to face him, my breathing irregular and tears streaming down my face, my makeup clearly smudged. 

“Woah,woah. Whats happpened? why the tears bug?” He asked. 

I tried replying but I couldn’t I was too worked up to explain. My hands doing anything they could. Unsure of whether it was the drugs making me like this or just seeing him in the flesh after 6 months. 

“okay okay, bug look at me” Matty sounding so distant at this point, so I didn’t even know where he was “Honey, you’re gonna have to look at me so I can understand what happened” 

Touching my chin, he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. removing them, my breathing still rapid at this point. 

“cmon bug, copy my breathing, deep breath in, and then push it out” doing exactly what he said. We just sat there in silence me following Matty’s breathing. Until it was back to a normal pace. 

“You gonna tell me what happened in there? What made you all worked up, so much so I had to do breathing excersises with you which we hadnt done in ages, god last time we did them was when you caught him cheating with Em” and suddnely his eyes go wide realising that thats what happpened. “oh bug!” he says scooching over to give me a hug. Knowing me too well at this point to realise, that in that moment thats exactly what I needed a good hug from my best mate. 

I start tearing up again, “I saw them together, Matty and I thought I was doing so well as well I hadnt thought of him until a couple of days ago.Yet, I saw him in the flesh and it feels like I’ve now taken three steps back.”

“No, you havent bug, not at all, It’s natural it generally is, do you remember when I got cheated on?” he asks me I just nod in reply “well I remember she disappeared a while after that. And then like a year later I saw her, in cafe nero when i was working, god the tears all started to come out then, I had to get out of there, and because of that I got fired, it was right in the middle of morning rush aswell” “so thats why you got fired, we all thought it was because you burnt yourself or set off a smoke alarm lighting a joint in the bathroom, but awwh Matty you’re so sweet, I never thought you would be that heartbroken over her, we were only 15/16″ 

“Look, I’m just saying it’s natural to feel like you’ve gone back in time, anyway are we gonna go back inside or do you just wanna get out of here?”

“Just want to get out of here, I don’t think I can face him if I’m being perfectly honest, sorry stink you probably want to go back inside an enjoy the rest of your time with everyone, probably pick up a girl too.”

“No. No. don’t be sorry bug, you have every right to. Besides I’m probably gonna yosh in someones mouth soon if I stay any longer, plus I dont want some random coming up and going in for the kiss” reaching inside his blazer pocket to check for the time “and It’s 5 past three I can hardly see and if i stay up any longer I’ll probably pass out so its probably best if we go now anyway.” 

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end of chap 4

#Alex Turner #alex turner x reader #matty healy #matty healy x reader #alex turner x y/n #matty healy x you #alex turner x you #matty healy x y/n #alex turner meet cute #arctic monkeys #the 1975 #george daniel #Adam Hann #ross mcdonald #fanfiction #fanfic #Spotify

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NINJAGO AU DUMP BC I SAID SO !!

NINJAGO BMC AU

jeremy: jay- doesn’t get the squip to end up w nya, but instead bc he’s sick of feeling like a loser and thinks it’s be good for both him and cole if he was “cooler” bc to him cole is the coolest guy he knows and he feels like he’s holding him back socially

michael: cole- end love interest, obv obv

christine: nya- kind of plays a similar role to chloe or brooke in the sense that jay only tries to date her bc the squip tells him it’ll make him seem cool, rather than genuine feelings; has a little gossip trio w/ morro and pixal

rich: kai- got a squip a year prior, pretty much same character/purpose as rich

jenna: morro- idk i just rlly love the idea of morro being the queen of gossip @ their school

jake: lloyd- bros the green ninja ofc he’s the most popular guy @ school in this au, but also not jock popular guy like jake, more like the popular guy who’s popular bc he’s attractive but ALSO he’s just the sweetest guy. ever. and rlly oblivious to the point where u want to hate him bc of the way the ppl who are nice to him/like him are but you can’t bc he’s so sweet

chloe: pixal- listen okay she’s just a gossip girl ik im pushing it w chloe and christine here but let me LIVE okay let me have my nya pixal + morro gossip trio

brooke: zane- zane is the innocent guy that is besties w the gossip trio bc he follows pixal like a puppy and she would protect him w her life

endgame ships: bruise, bg pixane + maybe samuraishipping

would also include focuses on the dynamics between: kai + lloyd, rgb siblings, nya pixal + morro, kai + jay, + probably more if i fleshed out the whole plot a little more

thinking abt unagami squip?? or maybe some version of superstar rockin’ jay???? probably the latter tbh

SKYBOUND AU(S) BUT MAKE EM ALL BRUISE !! (rhyme time bbg)

so like on the one hand we have the obvious: replace nya w cole. which. i want to do obv bc it’s perfect and i have been planning out the details of the scene where he dies in jays arms and they turn back time and then we finally get our bruise kiss since FOREVER so im not letting my baby go even if other ppl have already written the concept b4.

ON THE OTHER HAND we have, instead of doing the same plot just switching around the roles of some of the characters, REWRITING THE WHOLE PLOT BC HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTTT OKAY everyones always like “nyas the bride” “coles the bride” but what if WHAT IF WHAT IFFFFF *JAYS* THE BRIDE???? HEAR ME OUT HERE ME OUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS IT CAME TO ME IN THE SHOWER AND I WAS LIKE. THIS. I COULD WORK WITH THIS. BC I WAS THINKING ABT LIKE SOME YUMMY COLE-PERSPECTIVE BRUISE ANGST OF S6 W THE SONG “ITS OVER, ISNT IT” THE OTHER DAY AND I WAS LIKE “HM WHAT IF I WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABT THIS” BC I CANT JUST THINK OF ONE-SIDED BRUISE BC I HATE THE ONE SIDED SHIP TROPE *BUT* ONE SIDED BUT ITS ACTUALLY NOT THEY JUST THINK ITS ONE SIDED BC THEYRE IDIOTS IS A TROPE THAT HAS SUCH A CHOKEHOLD ON ME AND NOW HERE I AM!!!!

any ways uh if i did this im kinda thinking like. nadakhans all “i wanna marry nya” and jays like “dude wtf u can’t just. marry nya ill fite u /p coles my real bbg ofc” and nadakhan says “shit u rite. too much work. plus i got me a captive rite here like it don’t matter who i marry cuz once i got my powers i can bring back that shitty girlypop of mine n e ways. damn bluey ur so smart” and jays like “wha.” so our guy writes a fun explanation of the whole marriage thing to the rest of the squad and he’s like “YOO so im bouta get married but that would not be great for me or anyone else in the whole world so maybe we should do something abt that like just so y’all know” and coles like “bitch not my MANS” and we’ll see where it goes from there bc the timeline would be V different and things would have to get done faster meaning they’d get done differently and id have to actually rewatch the season to figure out the kinks but as i continue to write this the urge to make this a reality grows every more tempting i am foaming at the mouth rn

dumped all of this into my notes and decided to share to gauge ppls interests (pls excuse any rambling my notes are full of so much rambling it’s not even funny)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #bruiseshipping #bmc #au #ninjago au #skybound

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Code Blue- Ch. 4 "The Car"

Summary: Lee tells Josie about what happened to Jacob. His tale is heart wrenching. Wounds are equally tended to, both physical and emotional, deepening an already preeminent connection. The visit is cut short but leads to a happy ending as the two bond over a similar interest.

*Major Warning!!* This chapter is very dark. Mentions of descriptive child death, angst, domestic violence, language, car accident, grief, loss

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 3, 2023- 11 am.

"Lee. No, you do not have to tell me about it, or anyone else for that matter. You're right, Britt did tell me and she had no right to. I even begged her not to but she blurted it out anyways, well some of it. This is extremely personal and you owe no one an explanation of anything. I am sorry about anyone speculating about your life and thinking they know how you should and should not be grieving. I mean, if you wanna drink, or work crazy hours, or whatever else you need to do to help you deal with things, then that's your prerogative and it's your business, not theirs."

The last thing you expected to hear was what he said next accompanied by a sweet smile.

"Fuck em."

You released a hearty laugh. "Ok...fuck em. But right now, can I please get you into a chair and clean off your face?"

"Only if you let me tend to your hand."

Your eyes dropped in confusion to your bandaged hand. You had forgotten all about the blistering burns you received from idiotically picking up a scalding pan off the stove.

"It's...nothing really, just a minor burn."

"Who's the doctor again?"

"Yeah, yeah. Ok, you win doctor know it all. Come on, let's get you up."

You moved up against him and took his arm, wrapping it around your shoulder, then placed your arms around his waist, hooking your hands together behind his back.

"1...2...3." you counted as he pushed with his feet, helping you lift him.

"Ok, I'm good." he said as he peered down into your eyes.

Your 5'7 frame was literally standing flat against him with his arm over your shoulder and your arms clasped around his 6'5 body, your head arched back while your eyes were locked into the blue beholders of his soul. Oh how you could see it too...

The top of your head barely reached his chin making you feel so incredibly vulnerable. If he wanted you right now, he would have you. You knew right there in that moment, you were done for, for he already had you. He had you at just breathe.

You slowly lowered him into a kitchen chair, then reluctantly released him to go get the paper towels you saw on the counter. You soaked the sheets under some lukewarm water, rang them out and then sat before him.

As you softly and gently blotted and stroked his upper lip area, you could feel his eyes upon you, studying your face. You worked your way through his intimidating gaze and finally removed all the dried blood from his beard and mustache.

"There. Good as new."

You got up to then pour him a large glass of ice water as you had found some ice in the freezer.

"Here you go. Drink it all, you need it."

What Lee needed....wanted, was your body against his again but he would keep that to himself, for...to him...he knew you were something special after everything you had just done for him. Actually, he knew it from the first time he ever saw your face.....and he knew your lips had been on his because he had tasted your cherry lip gloss when he awoke, and he would also keep that to himself...but what he didn't want to keep to himself was his story of his son. He never spoke about Jacob to anyone, not even his best friend Orlando... but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he wanted to tell you. Maybe it was just to release the pent up knowledge, or maybe it was because he felt he could trust you with the depths of his very soul that held the darkened parts of him no one cared for....except you.

Lee chugged the water down in a mere three seconds and then watched you in awe as you got up to get him another glass without him even asking or saying a word.

He was the healer. He was the one who tended to everyone else. No one ever bothered to help him... unconditionally anyways. The relationships he had were never a give and take, but just a take on their end until they depleted him of his ability to care anymore. That's why he had fended off ever being involved with someone again. His last one, Jacob's mother Elizabeth, did a doozy on him, and he was about to tell you all about it.

"Thank you." he softy said as he took the newly filled glass of ice water from you. "Now it my turn to fix your hand up."

He held out his hand with a slanted smile, wanting you to give him your hand. You reached out and slid your trembling hand into his.

"You...are shaking?" His head tilted and his brows furrowed. "Do...I frighten you?"

"Oh god no...I'm sorry...it's...it's just nerves...you know? My anxiety?" There you were, completely fibbing again as it was him causing all your nerves to misfire, but not in a bad way.

His eyes were skeptical as he unraveled your makeshift bandage.

"Why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be sorry about?"

"I...I don't know. I guess because my anxiety is a constant thorn in everyone's side?"

"It's not in mine?" He angled your hand back and forth as he assessed the degree of the burns. "Good news. You are going to live."

You giggled. He sure could make you laugh like no other.

"Well, I don't know if that is good news really." you sarcastically relayed.

"Why do you say such a thing about yourself? and also apologizing for things that are not your fault?" He got up and opened a cupboard, pulling out some more gauze and a tube of ointment, then a steak knife from the drawer and smirked. "There's no scissors."

He sat back down and began working on your hand. "So...are you going to tell me why you seem to think your existence is not important? Because I'll tell you right now, I like and enjoy your existence very much Jo March....funny, my birthday is in March."

His face was all cutely scrunched in seriousness as he applied the antibiotic gel to your palm. Oh lord, the way his baby soft finger moved over your skin was doing things to your core that you never deemed possible. Unlike him, you were extremely reticent about telling him of your past. Not because you didn't trust him, but it was just shameful.

Your silence mad him stop as he sweetly looked at you. "It's ok. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to and I apologize if I have made you feel uncomfortable in any way." His deep succulent voice was so damn sincere, that you folded.

"No, please. Do not be sorry. It's...no big deal really. I...I have just always felt to be a burden with my issues. An embarrassment even, like if I would have an attack in public when I was with my friends or family. I could see it on their faces and then I would find myself always saying I'm sorry. Old habits die hard I guess."

"That seems like a big deal to me. Maybe you need different friends? and they say you can't pick your family, but I tend to disagree. Family isn't always blood. I have a best friend whom I call a brother. I am sorry that you have to go through that." He finished wrapping you hand and tied the ends of the gauze together in a tiny knot.

"I couldn't agree more. The friends I spoke of are no longer in my life anyways....Britt, she's like a sister to me since I can't fucking stand the one I have....thank you...for what you said, and for tending to my hand."

"No problem. I'll send you the bill."

There was that sly, cute as hell grin again on his heart shaped lips.

"So....do you mind if I tell you my story now?"

His eyes were that of a puppy, how could you tell him no even if you wanted to? It was obvious he desperately needed to talk to someone and for some crazy unbeknownst reason, he was trusting you, a complete stranger per se, with his most personal and painful moments. Denying him that was not an option. No wonder he was drinking himself into oblivion. You had been there. Not for the same reasons but you still understood and sympathized his need to wash it all away.

"Of course, if that is what you want and need to do. I will listen." Your smile to him was so naturally offered and it eased his own anxiety. Something you recognized so well since you were cursed with the debilitating emotion.

"This house...it is mine. But it was mine, Jacob's and his mother's once. Elizabeth is her name. We weren't married...I don't know why...I just never asked her...I...I didn't really feel that way towards her...you know, the forever thing? We just kind of did what we were supposed to do when she got pregnant. Things had already been rough between us anyways before all that. Her getting pregnant was not planned, but I wanted to take responsibility, so I bought this place and we moved in just a few months before she gave birth. I toughed it out with her for Jacob's sake, but I enjoyed every minute here with him."

He smiled as he spoke the last half of that sentence and closed his eyes. You could see glistening in his eyelashes from the tears he was holding back and it was making you tear up as well. Opening his eyes, he continued.

"Over the years, it got harder and harder with her. She was cold to me...and to Jacob. I don't know if she resented him but I suspected it, or maybe it was just me she resented. She was wild when I met her and that only seemed to intensify after being tied here with us. Like now, I worked all the time while she stayed home and cared for him. One night, we had a huge blow up on a drive home from her sister's house. I was driving. She wouldn't let it go and kept screaming at me while Jacob cried in the back seat. It was raining and dark out. She started hitting me and I tried to stop her with my right arm by pushing it down on her while I kept my other hand on the wheel. It only infuriated her more and that's when she grabbed the wheel. The car jerked so hard and I spun out on the wet pavement. I..I couldn't control it and slammed sideways into a tree....Jacob...flew from his car seat and hit his head on the window....she never buckled him in...."

My god...you wanted to hold him so bad as you saw him close his tear ridden eyes and drop his head but didin't know if it was welcomed, so you kept your distance and let him go on.

"She never buckled the fucking seatbelt...and do you know how I know this? Because she told me...the day of his funeral, right after we buried him. We were fighting and she blurted it out...and do you know what else she told me? That it was my fault because I was driving too fast....which you don't know how many times I have blamed myself for that exact reason, still do....and then she saved the best for last....she told me that...that I....wasn't his biological father....and that she was glad.....4 years ago, as of yesterday, I buried my son."

"Oh my god...Lee...she...she really told you something so viciously cruel?? and at his funeral of all places?"

"Yeah."

Tears permeated your eyes. Was this woman even human? You knew what he would tell you was going to be sad, but this, this had to be the saddest thing you ever heard.

You took in a deep breath and then released it hard and heavy. Words couldn't be found and so you just did it. You stepped forward and tenderly pulled him down into your arms.

"I am soooo sorry." you whispered against his ear.

Lee's hands hovered a few inches over your back, almost afraid to touch you as he was in shock by your unexpected embrace. He then let his arms fold around you as he closed his eyes. He couldn't even remember the last time he was ever held like this, probably because it never happened. Everything was messed up, and yet everything was so perfect.

Your exceedingly long affectionate hug was suddenly interrupted by your phone ringing. You both slowly withdrew the cuddle with a most intense stare at each other...until.

"You uh...gonna get that?" Lee asked, still locked in your eyes.

Finally you blinked, breaking the trance you both were in. "Oh, yeah. yes."

It was your mom.

"Mom? Is everything all right?"

"Well it is now that I know you are alive?!"

"Mom...calm down.."

"Don't tell me to calm down young lady. You left yesterday without a peep from you since then."

"Mom, I told you I was leav..."

"You do remember, we have a funeral to plan, or are you to busy traipsing after your new doctor friend? That's right, Britt told me everything, you know she will not lie to me."

Margaret was speaking so loud, you knew Lee was hearing every single word judging by his scrutinizing look.

"Ok, Mom? I'll be home soon. Love you. Bye!" You hung up as fast as you could, feeling utterly embarrassed.

When went to find Lee's, he was already looking at you with a sly grin. Yep, he heard every....fucking...humiliating...word.

"I'm sorry...Britt told her where I was..."

"There you go again, apologizing when you shouldn't be.....How's your mom doing? Losing a child, no matter their age or how, is never easy."

That compassionate side of him just kept blowing you away. How kind was he to ask about her, someone he had never even met, even after hearing her theatrics. He understood her grief all too well.

"Well, as you heard...not well."

"You should probably get going. She's obviously worried about you." His eyes were so caring but you could also see the part in them that dreaded your absence.

"I don't feel right just leaving...not when you literally just told me about Jacob, something you have obviously been keeping inside for some time if you were willing to tell a complete stranger."

You wanted to tell him that you didn't WANT to leave, and you wanted to hear him tell you he didn't want you to either.

"Well, let's see. I have carried you in my arms, sat and talked to you for over an hour to make you feel better, let you hold my hand. You came all the way here to bring me back my bracelet and nursed me back to health. I fixed your injured hand and told you the deepest darkest tale of my life. I'd say were are past the strangers stage. Acquaintances now? Maybe we could work our way up to...friends?"

You were absolutely melting as you jellied knees threatened to give out. "Yes...I...I would really like that....Lee."

"Alright, it's settled then Jo March. So...let me walk you out." His smile was soft and his touch softer as he placed his hand on the small of your back, seeming that he didn't want to come on to strong.

"Hollllly shit!" Lee exclaimed as you both walked onto the porch. "Is that...your car??" His eyes were excited like a kid in a candy store as he went jogging over to it.

"87 Monte Carlo Super Sport.... and mint to boot." he reeled in wonder as he circled the vehicle with his fingertips lightly tracing over it. "May I?" He pointed to the door, his eyes asking to look inside.

"Sure." you giggled. Seeing him perk up like this after the horror story he just told you, made you happy. He lived with that hell every single day and something as simple as a car, temporarily fixed him....like a band aid until it lost it's stickiness.

"How did you know all that?" you asked him as he sat behind the wheel, taking in the view of your sound system.

"Well I suppose if we are going to soon work towards being friends, you should know that I absolutely love classic cars and trucks, and this here....is a beauty." His eyes danced all over the dash but then had glanced at you after he said that last word.

"I can see that judging by the 75 Doge Dart Swinger sitting in your driveway."

His stunned eyes popped up over the steering wheel.

"I can't believe it..." His gaze was frozen on you.

"What?" you half laughed, feeling awkward from his incredulous stare.

"You...I...I mean...a woman after my own heart. I think we are going to be great friends." His grin was superb and radiant, matching his dreamy eyes. What he really wanted to say was that he hoped to be much more although he had been doing everything in his power to fend off women. You loved something he loved on a whole 'nother plain, what were the odds of that?

"And we could start by firing this baby up. Could I hear her run? and possibly....the kick ass stereo you have in here?"

The fact that he referred to the car as a she absolutely amazed you. His love for these works of art was truly genuine.

"Absolutely."

You fumbled through your bag and tossed him the keys in which he caught effortlessly in his left hand, although you noticed him to be right handed. He then turned her over.

"Oh wow...listen to her purr. You do know now that our new friendship will require you giving me a ride in her sometime." he chuckled.

"Sure. I'll even let you drive her."

His mouth uncontrollably dropped open as he gazed at you.

"No way. Get the fuck outta here...ok no, not really but you know what I mean."

"But only if I can ride in yours too sometime, maybe even drive her as well?"

"Oh I see. You're playing the "I'll let you if you let me" thing like what occurred earlier." The side of his lip curled up, forming his mouth into the cutest smirk. And to think that you had your lips on that mouth for a split second made your butterflies go wild.

"Of course." you smirked back.

"You don't gotta twist my arm sweetheart. it's a done deal. Where do I sign?" he chuckled and turned in the radio.

"Well, what do ya know? It's my theme song unknowingly written for me."

He cranked up the song that was playing.

"Listen to that bass, holy fucking hell! Girl, I am sure gonna miss you when you leave." he laughed. You could hear it in his laugh that he truly meant it.

He started singing for a minute as he tapped his hand on the steering wheel.

"It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy cause every now and then I kick the living shit outta me......"

He shut it off and got out chuckling.

"You must think that is an understatement after what you walked in on here today huh?" he said as he dangled your keys out in front of you.

He knew he should have just left it running, but subconsciously, he didn't want you to leave. He had never desired a woman's presence so much in his entire 43 years.

"No, Lee, not at all. You're going through a terrible time. Here, let me give you my number so you can text me..or call..whichever...I..I mean just in case you need to talk or something. I feel absolutely awful for having to leave. Will...you be alright? You did collapse earlier."

The fact you even cared about him boggled his mind.

"Only if you take mine." he grinned like the cheshire cat.

"I can see this game will be of prominence in our newly found friendship." You laughed and handed him your phone. "Here, put your number in and call your phone, then we'll be even."

"There. All done." he said as he handed you your phone back. "You don't need to worry, my best friend will be around. I've talked your ear off enough. I don't want to bother you with all that you have going on."

"Nonsense. You are in no way a bother. Remember, I like your voice?"

He flashed back to the hospital in your room as you had grabbed his hand, stopping him from leaving and asking him to please stay and talk you as you liked the sound of his voice.

"How could I forget?" His eyes were alluring in his statement, making your already wild butterflies spin out of control.

You smiled and went to get in your car.

"Wait!"

He rushed over and opened your door for you. Oh damn, he was killing you with kindness and you were eating it right up. You got in and rolled your window down.

"Take care of yourself Lee."

He smiled. You to Jo march."

He went to walk away, then turned around. "Oh....and I like the taste of your cherry chapstick."

He winked and trotted off with his hands in his pockets while singing "I kissed a girl and I liked it", and then disappeared into the house.

If anything was an understatement, it was the ghost face expression you had from the movie Scream. From this moment on, you knew your world would be forever changed.

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Harley D. Dixon 17

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"You promised me we were safe here."

Rick's raisin' his voice again. That's how I know things are bad.

"You promised me our children were safe here. Our son. Daryl's daughter. Where are these walkers comin' from?"

My Dad drags me up the porch steps, his boots going stomp, stomp, stomp against the planks as he beelines for the back door.

Dale hurries after us, hissing under his breath that we can't go confronting 'em on this, not right now, but my Dad don't listen to him.

"My girl almost got ate just now." He scolds Dale, before shoving past the rickety door. "These people gon' answer for it."

Another haven ruined. Seems everywhere we go, there's one more disaster waiting to sink its teeth into us, and here it is again. Thinking we're safe and knowing we ain't is a cycle I'm coming to live with. I'm not sure there's anywhere left in the world for me to feel safe, except maybe in my Dad's arms, but even those are bloodied. As we enter the house, the argument ricochets loudly from down the hall. There's Rick, standing next to Shane as he groans and grunts under the point of a suture needle, brows taut; knuckles white. Patricia and Jacqui, fussing over him with cotton pads and disinfectant. Herschel, frowning hard. And blood. Always, always blood.

"I am sorry," Herschel booms, "That this has happened, but as I've said from the very beginning, this is my property. My home."

There are aspects to this that I can't and won't discuss.

Aspects, meaning dead people in the barn. Dead, and rotten, and not-themselves people. I can't understand why they'd do such a thing.

"Daddy, why're they keepin' those people in the barn?" Nervously chewing on my thumb, I try to keep up with my Dad as he storms toward the crowded dining room, but his strides are real angry-like, and I can't hardly keep up. Keepin' dead people in a barn, li— like pets. "Why?"

"We're gonna find out."

"And these are my people." Rick's volume startles even Lori. "I'm responsible for their safety. I'm the one who trusted your word on this."

"What about your word, Rick? That your group would abide by my rules? There was almost a murder here tonight."

"I swear on everything, I had no intentions of that happenin'."

I hate shouting. Boy, do I hate, hate, hate shouting.

"Hey, Greene." As soon as we pass through the archway, my Dad interrupts everyone. "You got sum' you might wanna tell us 'boutcher barn?"

All heads snap in our direction.

"I think you've done enough for tonight, young man." Herschel warns. "All of you... have done more than enough."

But Rick wants to hear what he has to say. "Hang on. Whatchu sayin', Daryl?"

"You wanna know where all these walkers been comin' from, right?" He announces to the room, "Well, they're keeping 'em in the barn."

Shock runs through our group.

Lori exclaims, "What?"

Herschel's gaze falls to the floor, as if ashamed, or angry, or maybe even both. It's usually both.

"There's a break in the side panelling. We found it just now. They been sneakin' out; fallin' into wells," He gestures to me passionately, "And tearin' up kids. We're sleepin' next to a damn horror house and we ain't even realize it, 'cause these people ain't said a damn word about it."

"You were only supposed to be here a few days." Maggie gets defensive. "We don't owe you an explanation for anythin'."

He scoffs, "And what if Harley got bit just now? 'Cause'a your lil' walker friends? Would you owe me one then?"

Dale takes a step forward, hands placatingly held up in front of him. "Hey, now. I'm sure you've had your reasons for keeping this a secret, and I didn't want to say anything, but... truthfully, this is something that concerns us, whether this is our property or not. We have children with us."

"You're right, it's not your property." I can see Herschel's scowl even under all his moustache hair. "And it's not your decision, either."

Dad raises his brows. "To keep a bunch of feral animals near yer house?"

"They are not feral animals." Slam! His hand comes down on the table, making me jump. "My wife and stepson are in there. They are people!"

I've never seen Herschel this upset before. I didn't even know he could get upset.

"People?" Shane bares his blood-smeared teeth. "You think those crazy things out there are people?"

"A paranoid schizophrenic is crazy, but we don't shoot sick people." Herschel insists. "We help them. We rehabilitate them."

He shakes his head. "This ain't right. This ain't even remotely right."

There's a heavy pause.

I know walkers ain't sick, 'cause I seen 'em come back, again and again, with no heart, one lung, half a head, a missing leg, jaw, eye, spine.

I know that dead means dead.

But Herschel thinks he can treat them, like someone with a cold.

"With all due respect," Dale sighs, approaching this topic with caution. "You're cut off from the outside world here. If you watched the same broadcasts we did... If you saw the things we've seen—" Amy, dead. Morales, dead. Blood, and bullets, and a bite mark on a friend's arm, followed by a bang on a warm afternoon. Destruction, over and over. "—Your opinion would change. Those things out there, they kill."

"Hell, look what just happened." Shane butts in. "They almost tore into a little girl; would'a chewed her to the bone. That ain't sick, that's feral."

Patricia frowns, "Watch your tone."

"You're talking about this like your safety is at jeopardy, here, but you're free to leave at any time." Herschel raises his head, and I can tell just by the look on his face that he's an old dog that refuses to learn a new trick, and that makes me worry. "In fact, I think it's best you do."

Oh, no. He don't mean that, do he?

"We're not leaving." Rick suddenly intervenes, expression hard as stone. "That's not possible."

"You told me to reconsider. This is me doing exactly that." He purses his thin lips, and spits, "You are no longer welcome on my farm."

Oh. He does.

Dad's hand tightens around mine.

His words are like a hard punch to the guts for all of us.

"Everything that's happened tonight has only reminded me why I was so hesitant to let you stay in the first place. A knife was pulled; a man almost killed. It's clear your group has issues I don't want my family to suffer the consequences of. So you either all leave at first light, or you choose one of these two men to leave on their own, instead, and hope nothing like this happens again. Either way, I want a decision made right now."

An ultimatum. That's when people threaten each other but nobody can't do nothin' about it.

When I look at Rick, his mouth is open as if to speak, but there's nothin' he can say to justify tonight, so he shuts it with a stressed sigh.

Leave? Tomorrow? No, no, no. I don't want this. We need to stay. We need to find Sophia. I don't want to give up jam and eggs and soft, linen blankets, or the swing hanging from the old oak tree, or how it's so quiet out here that you can hear the sound of crickets chirping in the grass. If this were a couple months ago, Dad might've just volunteered to be the one to leave, but things have changed. These people are our people, now.

If I had to choose between everyone leaving, Dad and me leaving, and Shane leaving, I know who I'd pick.

I picked days ago.

"We can't all leave." Carol distresses, fiddling with her necklace. "We can't. My daughter is still out there."

"That's why we're gonna have to think about this." Rick explains, eyes locked with Shane. He's picked, too. "Something has to be done."

More glances thrown around; more worrying.

It's either Dad or Shane, then. It's always either Dad or Shane.

"We decide together on this." Dale assures everyone, glancing at Rick, who we all know will get final say. "This is a democracy, here."

I don't know what a duh-maw-crah-see is, but I do know that it won't save us from the terrible argument that's about to happen.

"You wanna kick anybody out, make it Daryl." Shane nods in our direction, nostrils flared angrily like a bull that's seeing red. "He's the one that pulled that knife on me, not even one day after gettin' back on his feet. We all saw it. He can't help himself. He's an animal, and a threat."

"I go, Harley goes wit' me." Dad retorts. "You wanna send a kid to her death just 'cause you ain't right in the head?"

He shrugs, "Maybe she'll just have to stay here, then."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"That's out of the question." Rick shuts down the idea. "Harley and Daryl, they stay together. They're family. We need to think rationally about this."

"If 'rational' means throwin' me out instead'a Daryl, then I don't accept that."

Rick's frustration starts to show again. "It doesn't matter what you accept, Shane. This is what's best for the group. The greater good. They taught us that in training, day one. You know that. Save as many people as possible with as little casualties as possible. That's my rationality."

"That's all I am to you? A casualty?"

"If it's between kicking a father and his child to the curb, and you, after what you've done," Rick says, "Then I think you know the answer."

What you've done.

"This is nuts." He chuckles emptily. "I didn't do anythin'. I was attacked. I got two, four, six witnesses here that'll tell you the same thing."

Rick gives him a look similar to watching a baby bird try to fly with a broken wing, and says plainly, "I'm not talking about tonight, Shane."

He's talking about shooting Dad.

This is it. We're kicking Shane out. We're really doing it.

"You need to re-think this." Shane flat-out refuses. "'Cause I know for a fact, Rick, you ain't as dumb as all that. You wanna kick out your best friend of fifteen years, the man — the brother — who's stood by your side since the day we met, over this— this goddamn redneck piece o—"

"Watcher mouth!" Dad barks.

"Piece of shit?" He doubles down, a cornered, angry dog. "Him? Look at my shoulder and tell me that's a good idea! You tell me!"

"Look at his stomach!" Glenn retorts incredulously, his voice shrill as he points across the room at Dad. "You shot him!"

Lori startles, pulling Carl's head into her chest, covering his ears.

Shane roars, "And you think I did that for no reason, huh? Think I'm just some kinda psycho?"

Maggie chides, "Lower your voice!"

"We don't shoot one of our own!"

"For Christ's sake—"

I can tell in this next moment that everything is about to come apart. I wanna stop it, but I can't.

"He beats her, people!" There it is. Oh, God. Shane shoots up from his chair; grabs the edge of the table, shakes it a little, making the dishes rattle. Small gasps fill the room. Glances cut the air. I take a step back, a step behind my Dad, 'cause the only person I'm afraid of right now is Shane. "I saw it. Back at the CDC, night things went to Hell. Y'all wanna act like I'm the problem, do you? He's standin' right there! Right in front'a y'all!"

All I can think about as I watch the vein in Shane's neck pulse angrily is that I don't recognise this man at all.

"I shot him! And you know what? I say that with pride!" He tells everyone, unashamed, standing tall, outta his mind. "'Cause I did somethin'!"

What would happen if you told me the whole secret?

Something even worse would happen.

"I bet your brother was doin' the same thing, weren't he, Daryl?" Shane snides, before he scoffs. "Birds of a feather."

I watch in real time as the faces of our friends morph from shocked to confused to betrayed, until the whole room feels like an open bear trap.

Rick pins Dad with a— with a look. I ain't never seen a look like that. It's the strangest look in the world, like he wants to speak, but can't; won't.

Glenn stands there, his jaw slack; a kicked puppy dog.

I know Dad prolly wants to bolt. He prolly feels like he's been flayed open. It's none'a your business. I've heard that throughout my whole life, directed at concerned people at parks, teachers, neighbours, even Moms in the grocery store, whenever Merle would hit me for actin' up, or when Dad accidently chose a shirt for me that showed the bruise Grandpappy Dixon left there the night before. He prolly wants to deny it all once more, but he's stronger than that, now — stronger than Shane — so that's not what he does. Instead, he says, a little quietly, "That's not happenin', anymore. Things've changed. I've changed."

Shane finds that very funny. "Bullshit, you have. People like you Dixons never change."

People like you.

I never quite know what that means when people say that to us, but every time I hear it, I do know it's meant to hurt.

At least to Dad, I'm just me. That's all I wanna be.

He struggles to find anything to say to that, because deep down, I think he believes it. He will never be anythin' but a good for nothin' Dixon.

Just like Merle.

Just like my Grandpappy.

Just like every other piece of sorry trash that never made it out our trailer park. It took the apocalypse for us to make it out that place.

Carol braves the silence with her timid, shaking voice. "Is it true, Daryl?"

After a while, all he does is nod, 'cause what else is there?

She seems to crack at that, breaking down into little sobs that sound a hundred times louder than they really are. I think she's thinkin' of her husband. He was a little like Daddy. Sophia told me he was mean, sometimes, too, but back then I didn't know what that meant. Lori puts an arm around her shoulders, a deeply disappointed look on her face. Glenn has to sit down. Dale, he's revolted. And Rick, he just looks so, so tired.

Even though dinner was almost unbearable, and the food's gone stone cold by now, I still wish I was in that moment again.

"It wasn't Otis?" Patricia eventually utters. "He didn't shoot him?"

Oh, right. The dead man that took all the blame. I almost forgot about that.

Shane looks around the room, sees he's past the point of lying, and admits easily, "It was me." Then, he just can't help himself, 'cause he's always been that way, and he continues, "I shot Daryl, and I shot Otis, too." My stomach drops. What? He nods, feeling the way the confession sinks in like a drug. "That night at the college, I popped him in the kneecap, and I watched as the dead ones came down on him as I ran. He was holding the supplies. We brought those back, Daryl would'a had a good chance at survivin' surgery, and that wasn't an option for me. I see a threat, I eliminate it. That's the difference between me and y'all. I do what needs to be done and I don't feel a shred of guilt for it, neither, 'cause I did it for Harley. You wanna call me a murderer, that's fine with me. I know what I did. I know who I am."

He killed Otis? Watched him die? For what? For me?

I take in the appalled faces of the Greenes, like poor Maggie, eyes wide, and Herschel, being helped by Beth into his seat as he teeters lightheadedly, feeling like I somehow caused all of this. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't've said anythin' about Momma, and then I wouldn't have gotten beat, and Shane wouldn't've walked in on it or gotten mad or tried to be my friend, and Dad wouldn't be shot, and Otis would be alive.

But you can't go back in time, even if you really, really want to, because it just don't work like that.

Herschel slowly looks up at Shane, shaking with anger. "Rick, get this man off my farm at once."

It's Shane, then. That's the decision.

He tried to save me, but all he's done is doom a bunch of others, and doom himself.

He looks sidelong at his best friend of fifteen years, muttering uselessly, "Rick. You can't do this, brother."

But, yes, Rick can.

He tears his gaze away from Shane and gestures to Jacqui, ordering, "Finish sewin' him up, but nothin' more. He's gone tomorrow morning."

"Rick." He repeats desperately, brushing Jacqui off when she tries to make him sit down. "This is not the right choice."

"He gets his gun, with no bullets, and—"

"Rick."

"A small bag of provisions. That's it."

"Rick."

"He sleeps here tonight and takes his tent with him in the morning." He turns to his brother and spits, "I don't ever wanna see your face again."

I watch, my skin cold and tingling at the same time, as they stare at each other wordlessly, hostile but also hurt, knowing this is the end for them, and then I look up at my Dad. He watches on with an unreadable expression, even to me. My Dad's been found out, now, but Shane is also leaving. If this is what needed to happen for him to get kicked out, then I don't care. The greater good. Shane's leaving for the greater good.

"It doesn't have to be this way." Shane murmurs to Rick.

"I know that." He says. "But it's the way I want it."

I feel Dad stiffen as Shane turns his gaze on him.

"You don't deserve her." He chuckles defeatedly under his breath, squinting judgementally. "I'll always believe that."

Jacqui guides him back down again, and this time, he cooperates. As she pokes the needle under his skin, he looks directly at me.

If he could talk to me right now, I think he'd tell me somethin' like, I didn't want this. Because I know what he wants. He wanted Carl and Lori, and after that didn't work out, he wanted me. Only, it was impossible right from the start. My Dad would rather die than let him take me, and that's almost what happened. I look at him now and I still see the man who helped me catch that slippery frog on that sunny day, but I also see the blood. It's everywhere. His jaw, his neck, his chest, his arms, hands, thighs. Blood ruins everything. Only this time, it's his that got spilled.

He's leaving tomorrow.

I guess this is what duh-maw-crah-see means.

"We'll deal with you later." Rick utters to my Dad, before Herschel demands that everyone leave the house this instant.

This is exactly what I wanted, but for some reason, it don't feel as good as I thought it would.

Under the stars, again.

At least I'm in a change of clothes now, ones with no blood on them.

I rest in my Dad's lap in front of our crackling, burning fire, absentmindedly nibbling on my leftovers that Maggie packed into a tupperware container for me when we were forced out the house. She didn't give Dad any of his dinner, though. His plate of scrambled eggs got scraped into the trash right in front of him. He told me he didn't mind when I asked, I don't gotta give him any of mine. He ain't hungry, anyway. I believed him, and as I carried on eating, he cocked the pistol in his lap again, subtly scanning the dark skyline for any movement he ain't like the look of.

In the distance, the rest of our group starts putting out their fires and filing into their tents.

We got that barn to worry about, now.

I don't think any more walkers are gettin' out tonight, 'cause Rick and Glenn went over there about ten minutes ago and blocked the broken panel with some spare crates, but one thing my Dad's always been is prepared.

The barn's too far and too dark to see, but that somehow makes it worse. I imagine all those trapped, hungry bodies and quickly look away.

"Herschel thinks they're sick." I quietly recall, picking at my cold grilled cheese. "He wants to help 'em."

My wife and stepson are in there.

His wife and stepson are dead.

"Yeah, he does." Dad murmurs as a log in the fire crumbles. "But we know better, don't we?"

I nod. "Dead means dead."

"Dead means dead." He repeats. "So, don't go pokin' around there, again, a'right? You're smarter than that."

"I won't. S'just..."

He patiently waits for me to continue, but after I don't, he prompts, "What?"

Feeling a little silly, I admit, "I thought I saw Sophia."

He pauses at that. I stare into the grass, not wanting to meet his eyes, even as he reaches up to gently smooth out some of my fly-away hairs. Intently frowning up at me, he mutters, "Harley, I know you're worried, baby, but we're gonna find her. Girl like her can't'a gone far."

I mumble, "I guess I was just hopin' we was lucky."

"Luck don't exist." He reminds me. "Only strong people. And we're strong, ain't we?"

"Yeah." I agree, looking at him, now. "So, you think we're really gonna find her?"

He nods. "I think there's a good chance."

Content with that answer, I resume eating my food, but there's one thing I can't stop thinking about. "You think Shane's gonna die out there?"

His hand twitches around the gun. "Doesn't matter. Only thing that matters is he ain't gonna be around here, no more."

"I... I kinda hope he don't. Herschel says sick people can get better, and I think... I think Shane's like that, Dad. I think he's sick."

He frowns. "Why you think that?"

"He weren't always like this." I say, thinking back on times where he felt less like a stranger. "I'm still angry at him, but... I think I'm sad, too."

"You're allowed to feel that way." Dad reasons, holding back his own opinions, "Long as you know he deserves this, 'cause he does."

Rick and Glenn, even though they're angry with Dad right now, they were let in. My Dad accepted them, eventually, and now they get to look after me when he's busy with somethin' else, and help me out with things, kinda like my real Uncles used to do. The women, too. Lori and Jacqui and Carol, they lend me things and laugh with me like Aunties do. Shane could'a had that. But I know nothin' ever works out the way ya want it to. 

I'm thinkin' about Momma again. It happens before I can even stop it. She was sick in the head, too. Kinda like Shane.

I think Dad can tell where my mind's wandered, 'cause he says to me, "Nobody can help him, Harley."

I just don't know.

Before I even realize it, my chin crumples and my lip starts wobbling. I hate thinkin' about things like this.

"C'mere." He frowns, pulling my head down under his chin. "You're too good for this bullshit. Too young. Just eatcher food, baby."

"I don't think I'm hungry anymore." I whimper, wiping my nose.

"I don't care." He picks up my grilled cheese and rips some small chunks off. "Three bites."

I hesitate. "How 'bout just one?"

"Two, then. Come on." He hands me a piece. I take it reluctantly and push it past my lips. "You don't got nothin' to worry about. That's my job."

I pretend that's true for a moment and just focus on biting and chewing and swallowing; how hard it is to mess up. As a twinkling bundle of green-yellow fireflies dance over the distant long-grass, looking like tiny stars in their own right, I hear Dad check the gun again. A heavy, metal click. Violence and peace, always there. It reminds me of a night we had in the very beginning of all this, where I was trying to go to sleep in the truck, but the sounds of the bombs hitting the city were overpowering the lullaby Dad was singing, and all I could do was force myself to get used to it.

Adapt or die. Merle said that, once.

I hate Shane. I really do. He shot my Dad. He tricked me. But he don't see it that way. Sick people never do.

After both pieces are gone, my Dad takes me to bed. He sits on the tent floor and tucks me in with a few blankets and also Matilda, and then lays down next to me to read me to sleep. I close my eyes and try to forget about everything except the sound of his quiet, raspy voice.

Even after I drift off to sleep, I still hear him checking the gun all night.

The swing. It teeters in the warm night breeze.

I don't know why I'm out here. It's late. My Dad would never let me leave camp at this hour, especially not alone. Maybe I needed to pee. I can't remember, but this is what's happening, now, I guess, so I don't try to turn back. I'm walking to the swing. Again, I don't know why. There's this feeling of confusion deep in the pits of my furthest parts that I can't quite place, but I just keep on padding through the grass, toward the tree.

Fireflies follow after me, but there's something about them that's not right. I think they're too big, but I just can't be sure.

Maybe Carl's out here. He wants to play, or something. I round the thick trunk, expecting him to be standing there, but the body I run into isn't his. It's larger, taller, and not touching the ground. I step back, dwarfed by the sheer size of the person, until I the whole picture becomes clear.

It's Shane, hanging from the tree like a boneless dummy, his neck snapped the wrong way in a knotty coil of rope.

I can't scream. I can't. There's something caught in my throat; something big, like a peach pit.

Shane's eyes snap open as I stumble onto my back, as if he doesn't know he's supposed to be dead. He looks sad, but not panicked, not like I am, and he calmly tells me, an unbothered pout on his lips, "I didn't mean it, Harley. Your Daddy, he's wrong. I'm not crazy. I swear it."

In my head, I'm screaming, but I know nobody can hear me.

That's my Momma's voice.

That's what she said to me the last time I ever saw her, in the family-court parking lot while it rained.

"I love you, Harley." Shane — but also my Momma — says. "I love you so much it's gonna kill me."

Suddenly, my Dad's gun is in his hand — W-When did that happen? — And he checks it, click, before levelling it with his temple, and—

Bang.

The gun drops into the grass.

I wake up screaming.

My sleeping bag is so tight and hot around me that my first instinct is to kick and thrash it off, a cold sweat prickled all the way down by spine. I hear the tent unzipping, and then the white, blinding sunlight comes flooding in, and my Dad is moving the blankets off me and shushing me and holding my wet face in his big hands. Momma's words echo around my skull, and so does the image of Shane's pale mouth speaking them.

"Baby. Hey, look at me." Dad orders, his concerned face blurred by my tears. "It's okay. You're okay. Look at me, Harley."

I blubber miserably, "It was Sh— Sha— Sh—"

"No. C'mon, breathe." He takes a deep, calming breath, and I find myself copying him. "There you go... and out. Again."

We do this five more times until my heartbeat slows, and I adjust to the sounds of the small birds in the trees, and the quiet of the farm.

"It was just a bad dream." Dad reassures me, using the bottom of my shirt to dry off my cheeks. "You're fine."

"I was so scared." I tell him. "Thought it was real."

Last time I had a nightmare that bad was the night I got scratched. I'd forgotten how they make your skin feel like cold rubber, and your ears ring.

"Now you know it weren't. S'just yer brain makin' stuff up." He wipes the last of my tears away. "You wanna talk about it, or forget about it?"

Shuddering, I quickly mutter, "Forget."

"Okay, then. I got breakfast cookin' out there, anyway. Rick's here, too."

Rick walked all the way over here this early in the morning?

"What? Why?"

"He just wanted to talk." Dad says, helping me stand. He gestures to my backpack before ducking out the door. "Get dressed."

Shaking off the nightmare as best I can, I dress myself in a yellow long-sleeve shirt, a white tank-top, and dirty, scuffed blue jeans before pulling on my socks and boots, grabbing Matilda, and stepping outside into the cool breeze. First thing I spot is Rick, of course, 'cause he's in me and my Daddy's camp, sitting on the log we use to chop wood. Then I smell food sizzling over the fire, and I'm enticed forward by the yummy smell.

"Mornin', Harley." Rick greets, a pair of purple-ish bags under his eyes. He chooses not to mention my nightmare, 'cause he's nice like that.

"Mornin'." I parrot, somewhat cautiously. I still can't tell if he hates us or not. Sure seemed like he did, last night.

"Here, baby." Dad scrapes the browned meat and mushrooms into a mug for me and hands me a fork. "Caught it just before. Go sit down."

I do as he says, taking up my small, green camping chair. I bring my knees up in front of me and watch Rick accept a mug and fork of his own.

"Thanks." He nods. "Smells good."

Dad grunts in reply, standing and sitting back in his chair, not looking up from his fork. I think he's nervous.

I'm nervous, too. This feels like a meeting with the principle after you done somethin' wrong.

We spend a short while just sitting there together, eating quietly, until Rick sets his mug down in his lap and decides to speak up. "Shane's packing his things." He says, trying his best not to sound too dispirited. "He'll be gone within the hour. Me and T-Dog are drivin' him into town and leavin' him there. Whether he goes without a fuss, I don't know. I'm hopin' so. It's the least he can do, after... after everything."

"You gonna miss him?" I wonder, knowin' that no matter how much he shouted last night, that's still his brother he's losing today.

"I don't know." He attempts a smile, but it falls flat. "My old memories of him, maybe, but I'll always have those."

"I bet Carl and Lori are sad he's goin'."

"They'll get over it. We all will." Rick says. "Always do."

It's true. Whatever new horror gets thrown at us, we always get over it, 'cause we gotta. Can't live, otherwise.

My gaze wonders over to the barn again, sitting tiny and brown on the other side of the farm. I know now that there's more to it than just wood and paint. It's still so strange to think of all those people in there, just shuffling, and groaning, and waiting. They're dead, but somethin' about it all makes me feel sorry for 'em. At least when we run into walkers, we put 'em out their misery. These ones are made to suffer longer, and for what?

Over by the oak tree where Otis's empty grave lays, I can make out a couple of the Greenes dragging long, white bundles into deep holes. A funeral. For them ones that got killed last night, I reckon. An awful feeling nestles into my stomach. Some reason, feels like I'm a murderer.

Rick notices what I'm staring at. "I talked to them this morning. They don't blame you, Harley."

I got nothin' to say to that. It still don't make it right.

He sighs at my silence, sensing it's better to just address the elephant in the room. "Daryl, you know why I'm here."

I tense, 'cause I don't know why he's here. Could be he's decided to throw us out, too.

Dad finally meets his eyes.

"What Shane said last night was... unexpected, to say the least." He clears his throat. "I want you to know I don't take things like this lightly."

He nods, accepting the admonishment. "You're a father, too. I get that."

"And man to man, I need you to tell me something." His frown deepens as he says gravely, "You said you've changed. Is that true?"

People like you Dixons never change.

It takes everything in him to answer, but he manages. "I want like Hell to."

"How can I trust you on that?"

"Only good thing my ol' man ever taught me was to be a man of my word. Taught me everything that don't make a man. Taught me who I don't wanna be. I lost sight'a that for a while... I ain't proud of it, neither. But that's how it is." He looks at me when he mutters, "And I'm sorry."

Hearing those words from him feels like a bandage on a wound I ain't even know was there.

"Took gettin' shot by a maniac to realize it, but... For what all this bullshit's been worth, at least there's that."

Rick needles, "You know I could've thrown you out last night, don't you?"

Dad nods. He knows.

After considering all this, and seeming to more or less approve of it, Rick warns, "I better not hear of this happening again."

"You won't."

Something in Dad's tone must convince him, 'cause he eventually decides with a nod, "Alright, then."

Weird, how this whole journey just boils down to Rick sayin' those two simple words. Alright, then. The type of acceptance only families give out.

"Word of advice, though. You might wanna share all this with the others. Folk'll wanna hear it, Carol especially. For peace of mind."

That's a fair deal. "Yeah. I can do that."

"I'll let you sort that out in your own time, then." He says, setting his mug down as he stands from the stump. Dad follows suit, so I do, too, and in a strangely wholesome moment I wouldn't've even bothered picturing in my wildest dreams a year ago, he reaches out to shake his hand. Rick, the cop's, hand. He takes it firmly, and they do that thing again where they talk without speaking. Pulling back, Rick nods, "Thanks for breakfast."

"No problem." Dad grunts, wiping his palms on his muddy jeans. "Nigh time you tried some good squirrel."

"Yeah, well now I know where to go if I've ever got the hankerin'." He jokes easily. "You both enjoy your morning. I'll see ya later, once we get back."

"You don't need a second pair'a hands, do ya?"

"No. No, I reckon it's best you don't even breathe in Shane's direction today. He's... Well, there's gonna be an element of jealousy, there."

I guess, "'Cause we get to stay, and he don't?"

"Exactly." He smiles at me, before giving Dad a glance. "Among other things."

Dad just gives a look of grim understanding.

For how different they are, at least they got that one, weird thing in common. A man named Shane Walsh tried to steal their kid away from 'em.

With that, Rick gives Dad a smack on the shoulder, ruffles my hair a little more gently, and then turns back in the direction of the farm.

When he's a good distance away, Dad grabs his flannel off the back of his chair and throws it on.

"Come on." He nods me over. "I wanna show you somethin'."

Leaves crunching underfoot, Dad makes his way through the forest, crossbow slung over one shoulder, me slung over his back.

As he steps over a fallen log, he hums, "What about Hemlock?"

"Poisonous."

"Foxglove?"

Another easy one. "Poisonous."

"Buckthorn?"

Dang it, I always forget that one. They look so similar to blueberries that my mind always goes to, "Edible?"

He shakes his head, amused. "Yeah, right. Buckthorn'll make ya heart give out."

"Guess I got that one, wrong, then." I pout, annoyed at myself.

"Got all the others right, though."

We've been playing this game for about ten minutes, now, and he still ain't given me one clue as to where we're goin'.

"I got another one for ya." He suggests, hiking me up further when my knees dip past his waist. "Cherokee rose. What do they mean?"

I grip on tighter around his neck, humming. "Uh... Somethin' about Native American people, durin' the war?"

He encourages, "Yeah, you got it."

"They say when the missin' children's Mommas cried, the tears made 'em grow." I recall the tale he told me, once. "Meant good luck. Right?"

"Yeah, that's right." He praises me. "Made 'em feel less like the world was against 'em all the time. Gave 'em hope."

I smile to myself. "I like that story."

"Me, too."

"You wanna tell me where we're goin', now?"

"Don't gotta." I perk up as he comes to a stop, helping me slide onto the ground with a grunt. "This is it."

We're here?

A grin splits my face at the sight of it all. A big, shimmering lake, wreathed in grass, flowers, reeds; ducks gliding along the glassy surface, enjoying the sun. I follow him down the hill and onto the old wooden dock, where the tiniest teardrop shaped fish dart around underneath.

Crouching down at the end of the dock, I giggle as I spot a big knot of green frogs sleeping on the protruding rock in the middle of the water.

"It's so pretty." I exclaim, sitting back with a smile. Dad takes a seat next to me on the sun-warmed planks. "How'd you know this was here?"

"Passed it when I went hunting this morning."

"Kinda looks like the lake that was near our house." I muse happily to myself. "Even got the same smell. Pollen and dirt."

I don't quite catch it, but Dad smiles fondly at me. "Yeah, I thought you'd like it."

"Why'd we come here?"

"Sh. Just enjoy it."

The sounds of quacking; the gentle ripples bobbing out from around the line of ducks. It's enough to make me wanna stay here forever. I love the privilege of doin' nothin'. There's nobody out here except us and the earth. "Remember when Hunter pushed me in at Aunt Mandy's birthday?"

Dad and Uncle Kyle had to jump in and save me, 'cause I couldn't swim, but at least it was funny, after.

"Always was a little shit, weren't he, that boy." Dad scoffs, shaking his head. "Be thankful you're stayin' dry, this time. Least you can swim, now."

"Huh?" I giggle, confused. He don't seem to get what I mean, so I tell him, like it's obvious, "Daddy, I can't swim."

He gives me a baffled look. "Yeah, ya can. Merle told me he taught ya."

"Nuh-uh. He was meant to, while you was gone, but he never did. I think he ended up goin' to the bar, that day. After that, I guess he forgot."

Sometimes I feel like there's an invisible Merle Fuck Up list, and it keeps gettin' longer every day, even when he ain't even alive to add to it, no more. Like the time he told me to wait outside the liquor store and told me if I was a good girl, I'd get a sucker, but I wound up sittin' there on the curb until after nightfall, 'cause he forgot he left me there. The time he accidently fed me super spicy takeaway. The time he didn't feed me, at all.

Reminded of all those famous Merle Fuck Ups, my Dad rolls his eyes, officially fed up with his dead older brother. "Damned idiot."

"Makes ya feel any better, he made sure I could hold my breath good, at least. Held my head under the bathtub 'till I went purple."

He glances at me, distraught. "No, it don't make me feel better. Hell he do that for?"

I shrug. "In case Hunter ever pushed me in again."

"Trust me, that would'a been the least of his problems."

I drop my gaze, then, absentmindedly picking at the chipped wood. "He did lots of stuff like that while you was gone."

The years my Dad was in prison were the worst years of my life. I've always felt that way, but now I can pin-point why. It was Merle. I guess I was just lucky that by that time, Grandpappy Dixon had already left the state, otherwise I would'a gotten it twice as bad. When Dad was home, he could rip Merle's door off its hinges, break his phone, or his bong, or make him sleep outside on the patio, and he'd lay offa me for a little while. A whole day, if I was lucky. But I was on my own for those four years. Sure, our neighbour Patty would check up on me once every couple weeks, 'cause I think she always felt a little sorry for me, but for the most part, I was alone with a monster in my house. I realize that, now.

People like you Dixons never change. I know Merle didn't. Right up until the day he died, he was the eldest, toughest, meanest Dixon.

Things would be a lot different if he was still around. Worse, probably.

"Never gonna say I regret killin' that piece'a shit, Fletcher, but," He sighs, staring out onto the water. "I'on know. I should'a been there."

I used to wish every day that the police would change their minds and send my Daddy home. Of course, that never happened.

"It ain't your fault." I tell him.

"Nah, I could'a done better, chicken." He mumbles, before clearing his throat. "You know, I brought you out here to tell you somethin'."

"You did?"

"What I said this mornin', I meant it. I wanna change. I wanna be... I wanna be someone better than just a shitty Dixon. I wanna be a good Dad. I see Rick with Carl, and I just think about how the only person who ever taught me how to do this shit was your Uncle Merle, and before that, our Dad. Sometimes, I think I should'a just shot him, that night. I ask myself why the Hell I ever let my own brother lay his hands on my kid, and I... I just got nothin'." He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Anyway, my point is that I'm tryin'. And I'm gonna... I'm gonna start with this."

I watch in anticipation as he shuffles, reaching back into his pocket, and settles back down again. In his hands, is his—?

"Your wallet?" I frown, at a loss for words. "Didn't it—?"

Didn't it burn up with everything else we left in he CDC?

"I kept it in the glovebox." He explains, flipping it open. There's the picture of me as a newborn, again, tucked behind the plastic sleeve. "I was gonna give it to you while we were on the road, but things got crazy after that, and I guess I put it on the back burner for a while."

"Why were you gonna give it to me?"

He gently caresses his thumb over my photo-self, before forcing himself to hold the wallet out to me. "S'yours, now. Look at the last photo."

I take it, a little sceptical, and lay it in my lap, gazing down at the first photo — Dad, holding me at the hospital right after I was born. I've seen this before. I look up at him. He gives me a nod, as if to say, go on, so I trust him, and I flip over to the next one. I've seen this one, too. Me, Dad, and some of his old friends, visiting the elephants at the Atlanta Zoo. They had really good ice cream there. I remember eating so much of the strawberry flavour that my chin was pink for days. Then the third one. School photo. Not as interesting as the rest, but still nice.

"Keep goin'." He tells me. "I never showed the last one to you. I wasn't ready. Still ain't, but... Just look."

"Dad, you're bein' weird." I laugh, feeling lost.

He encourages me, "Turn the damn page, girl."

"Okay, okay."

I do as he says, expecting another family photo.

My heart jumps up into my throat.

"Momma?"

It's really her. I bring the photo closer to my face, as if it's made of ash and'll blow away at any moment. There she is. My Momma. Tears fill my eyes all at once, and I gotta smack 'em away to see her properly. She's close to the camera, grinning up at the person holding it. A cigarette in her slim fingers, nail polish cracked and messy. She's sitting on a park swing, I think, bare shoulders lightly sunburnt. She's... She's happy.

"I took that the day she agreed to be my girlfriend." Dad says quietly, not looking at the photo, but at me. "Thought you might wanna have it."

I never knew a picture like this could exist of her. A picture this happy, this carefree.

'Cause I meant it when I said my Daddy killed my Momma.

It was a week after that day in the court parking lot, and a month after Momma's final meltdown. It was around the time my Dad stopped letting me see her as often as I used to. I'd begged him, please, please, please can we just see her for one hour, Daddy, please. We even stopped at a gas station on the way to buy her her favourite candy bar. Snickers, two dollars and ninety-nine cents. I'll always remember that. The man at the counter was so nice to us. I wore my best summer dress and sang songs on the car ride there. It was gonna be the best day, ever.

But when we got there, she was talking about the spiders again, the ones in her brain. She said she didn't know who I was, and that if Dad didn't get me out her house right then, she was gonna kill me for confusing her. I promised her I wasn't, not on purpose. It was me. Harley.

But as usual, she didn't listen, and as usual, Dad was right. We shouldn't've gone to visit.

I threw the candy bar in the bin when we got home.

After that, they went to court and something happened that meant I was never allowed to see her again. He wanted full custody, and he got it.

I love you, Harley, She cried to me outside the courthouse. That was one of the days she remembered me. I love you so much it's gonna kill me.

Meemaw said Momma was going away for a while, somewhere confused people go, but all she did was leap off a bridge at midnight a week later.

I had no Momma, after that.

Heart hammering in my chest, I look up at my Dad, then, hiccupping, "Why'd you keep this?"

As the sun catches the wetness in his eyes, he admits, "Because I loved her, baby."

"But you— you never wanted to see her." I frown. "You took me away from her."

"I know I did." He says. "I loved you more. I couldn't let you see her like that. It weren't good for you."

I hold the wallet close to my chest, spitting at him, "But at least, then she would'a still been alive."

"It's not as simple as that." He almost begs me to understand, "Your Momma was a beautiful woman, but she was sick, baby. Me an' your Meemaw did everything we could for her, but sometimes, there's people who just don't want your help. It was never gonna end well, Harley."

The sobs wrack my body harder at that, 'cause I wish it could've. I wish it could've ended well for us.

"And I'm sorry it didn't. I never told you that, but I should've."

I collapse into him, then, and he scoops me up into his arms as easily as he's always done, and we just sit there at the end of the dock, and we mourn together. It feels like letting out a flood I'd been holding in for years. Dad's never liked talking about Momma, not even when she was alive. I used to roll around on the living room floor, screaming on the top of my lungs, where's my Momma, where's Momma, and without saying a single word the whole time, he'd pick me up by my armpits, force-feed me dinner, bathe me, dress me, and shut me in my room for the night.

But sometimes, like that night at the CDC, I'd just get beat, instead.

Now, he's cradling me. He's shushing me, rocking me, crying with me, and that's enough for me to know that Dixons really can change.

"I miss her." I moan into his neck. "I miss her so much, all the time."

I miss her when I look at Lori, and I miss her when I go to sleep, and I miss her when all I want in the world is to hug my Momma one last time.

"I know you do, baby." What I would'a gave to hear him say that every day until forever. "I know. That's alright. I miss her, too."

I miss her so much it's chronic, but knowin' my Dad feels that way, too, makes the pain a little more bearable.

After what feels like the longest hug in the world, I'm finally ready to pull back. He takes in my raw, blotchy face, and uses the sleeve of his flannel to wipe away all my tears as I gaze out at the lake, trying to catch my breath. Once I feel like I ain't dyin' anymore, I turn to face him again.

"Thanks, Dad." I sniffle. "I'm gonna take real good care'a the wallet. Of Momma."

He smiles, for some reason looking like he's really proud of me in this moment. "I know ya will."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, my darlin' girl. So, so much."

Feeling just how sore my face is from crying, I grump, "I feel like my face is gonna fall off."

He chuckles at that. "You wanna wash off in the lake? Go for a lil' swim?"

"I can't." Did he forget what I said about not bein' able to swim? Or is he jokin'? "And we're wearing clothes!"

"Don't tell me you're scared, little chicken."

"Wh—?! No! I ain't scared!"

He starts making little chicken noises, which is even more annoying.

"Dad!" I'm gigglin', now. I give him a hard shove on the chest. "Stop!"

"Come on. I'll teach ya."

That's all he says before he scoots forward onto the edge of the dock, and much to my complete and total horror, jumps right in. Splash! The fish all scurry away under the ripples in all different directions, as he wades further out, ignoring me when I laugh uncontrollably to him that his clothes are all soaked, now. He don't care. The water's nice, apparently. He opens his arms out for me and says I should jump. I almost hesitate, but then I think to myself, Who cares if my clothes get wet, and soon enough, I'm doing my first ever cannonball into a lake in the middle of nowhere.

Even when it feels like every corner is made up of misery, there's always one little place in the world that's still filled with goodness.

On the bank of the lake is a bush of Cherokee roses. White, like angels.

Author's Note.

Guys, I write sooo slowly. I could sit at my laptop for an hour and have one paragraph to show for it. It's a curse.

Please enjoy this wholesome ( ? ) chapter. Daryl and Harley FINALLY talk about her Mom. I'm so happy that I got to write that scene. It's been a long time coming. He really wants to be the best he can for Harley, and that was the first step in doing that.

What do you think, has he changed? Or was Shane right?

In my opinion, I don't think he was ever the villain that Shane thinks he was. At heart, Daryl's always known that the way he's been treating Harley is wrong. He was doing what he's been taught to do, which is the simplest thing anyone CAN do, which is cover up everything with anger. I think this is him discovering who he's truly been the whole time. Of course, it's totally up to interpretation.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Again, sorry for the wait. Sending love :)

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[radiant-reid]

Thanks for answering my slow burn advice ask! It got the daydream gears turning.

I had an idea for a blurb and I just had to share.

I process my emotions mostly by listening to music and daydreaming and I like to make very organized playlists bc the order I listen to my music in, needs to make sense. I also really like to share my music bc I really want ppl to enjoy it.

So I was thinking of a reader who shares her music w Spencer a lot, putting it on her speakers when he comes over to do puzzles together, having one of those double headphone jacks and having another pair of headphones to share w Spencer on the jet, etc. And one day he realizes one of the playlists she plays is actually named after him, he listens closely to see himself through her eyes and knowing she puts a lot of thought into her playlists he analyses her song choice and the order they're in to make his own playlist named after her in a way that would make sense to her. (I would actually sob if someone did that for me). And like he plays it for her and she finds out it's named after her and she's so touched 🥲.

Now is all this mostly an excuse to share my Spencer playlist bc I don't have CM friends? MAYBE BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT.

Anyway here's my Spencer playlist. The last block if songs is in French bc I'm French, I'd make a lil explanation for each of em but I don't wanna write a novel in ur ask box and it might just be easier to google translations. (I can do that in another ask if you'd like). I hope you enjoy and approve of my playlist.

oh everyone needs to hear this playlist !! it is top-tier, love love love, you have exquisite taste

and your writing ideas and phenominal, honestly you're a genius

#spencer reid

[darklydeliciousdesires]

From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Four.

So posting another chapter a few days ago seemed to garner a bit more interest, that’s what your author likes to see! I love that you guys love Angel and Lily, I’m having fun writing them :) Looking forward to your thoughts over the next part! 

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Warnings - Mentions of rape and the associated trauma of such to come in future chapters. While I do not plan on detailing these overtly graphically, there will be detailing of such and conversations surrounding the subject, so if this is a trigger for you, you’d be best not to begin reading the story. 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“So, when you told me earlier that you had a habit of being really stupid when something good comes along...” Lily began, taking the cigarette he offered her. Balls to four a day. “In the spirit of being honest, is this something I’m gonna have to be on my guard over with you? I’d rather know now, Angel, if you’re gonna mess me around.”

He admired that, how straight she’d asked him, although he couldn’t deny, it made him feel uncomfortable. It did because of the way he viewed himself. Something hit him there as he sipped his beer, something quite profound; the way they both viewed themselves was almost exactly the same, as someone not good enough, someone who wasn’t worth choosing, so as a result of such, both acted in ways to sabotage it before they could end up as the one being rejected. Lily did it by running away. He usually did it by blowing up the relationship he was in, because he couldn’t handle when something went right and didn’t trust that it would continue to do so.  

It was very unhealthy self-preservation.  

He took a breath, scratching his beard. “I don’t want you to be, I really don’t, because like I said don’t wanna be that guy any longer. I’m thirty-two now, so old enough to know better and start sorting my shit out, you know?” She cocked her head, a soft incline that confirmed she did. “I guess I have my own issues that aren’t entirely dissimilar to yours.”  

“Care to discuss them? I mean, you know mine, so I think it’s only fair, really.” He visibly closed up a little at that, dropping his head, his shoulders hunching up a tad. It was obvious that it was something that didn’t come easily to him. Despite his body sending such a message, though, Angel knew that if anyone was to get it and not judge him over it either, it would be her.  

“I kinda always felt second best to my brother when I was growing up,” he began, her face softening at hearing such. On the little he’d touched upon regarding his brother, she’d sensed there was something there that prickled at him. “I mean, we get on great now, but I always resented him a little, my folks too. He was smarter than me, a better son, had this whole glowing trajectory ahead of him and I think the more it pissed me off, the worse I became, the more paranoid I got. I mean, I’m dealing with it more now, seeing it for what it was, which was me being an angry, jealous kid, but it’s still baggage I carry. I know mom and dad loved me just as much, they just weren’t as proud, and I didn’t give ‘em much to be proud about, so yeah, when someone makes me their first choice, I have trouble believing it’s real and thus act like an asshole.”

He shifted and fiddled the entire way through his explanation, only being able to meet her eyes a couple of times. He might have come out with it, but boy, it hadn’t been easy. For this, Lily really appreciated him. It was deep territory to venture into on a first date, but for two people with rejection issues as significant as theirs, tackling it head on was likely going to be the most conducive route in ensuring their own insecurities didn’t ruin something they knew could be good, if they let it be. After all, neither could deny how well they’d connected, that first night.

“Because you always feel like there’s someone better out there, right?”

He widened his eyes a little at her assumption. “Right, exactly that.” He just wasn’t used to this level of honest discourse with a woman, especially not this soon, either.  

“Yeah, I get it. In my... I want to say it was my fourth, but I can’t remember exactly, foster home, there were two kids in care there, me and another little girl. The family decided to adopt her, but not me. It broke my heart, I was only six, but I was so happy there. They were good people, nice people, had a gorgeous home, golden retriever dogs, apple tree in the backyard, all that. And what it boiled down to, I now see through adult eyes, wasn’t me as all. It was just that they couldn’t feasibly afford to take both me and Brooke in, so chose her. I mean, she was the better behaved out of the two of us, so I can’t fault them there either.”

“I guess my mom choosing heroin over me what just the start of me being overlooked in favour of something else, and that’s what spurred my own anger, meant I ran away from foster homes before they could get chance to overlook me, ending up in group homes which were a thousand times worse. Maybe, though, in meeting each other, knowing where we’re both coming from, it’ll be different, because we have that same similarity,” she explained, Angel snorting softly.

“What, two emotional fuck ups together?”

She laughed, grasping his hand. “Yeah, exactly that.” It was daunting, quite scary in what they’d sat and confessed to one another, the deep dark that they knew they hadn’t ever dealt with healthily in the past. Both couldn’t deny, they felt somewhat lighter for discussing it, though. “Anyway, this isn’t exactly first date conversation. Let’s move it along so something lighter.”

His face brightened in an instant. “Yeah, let’s do that!”  

She sat and asked him questions, anything she could think of which she hadn’t upon their first meet, learning of how he first began to pursue a passion for motorcycles, fixing up old, broken wrecks in his parents' backyard, moving from job to job but always having that one constant, until he and his old friend Johnny, who’d served time in the military, found themselves gravitating towards life in the MC and starting out as prospects at the same time.  

“You had to do all of that?” Lily cried at hearing some of the duties prospects were tasked with, her mouth handing open. She knew there’d always be a limit to what she knew, or more aptly, what he was prepared to reveal, the club of course existing as a mere motorcycle enthusiasts organisation to most people outside it, but others of course, such as her, not so naïve over their dealings upon the other side of the law.  

“Oh yeah, prospects get the shit work to prove their loyalty, and it ranges from demeaning to all out gross, and everything in between. Tests your mettle, though, to see if you want the patch badly enough,” he cringed, remembering some of the things he’d been tasked with. Jesus. Grim. “So, how was training today? You looked great from where I was standing.”  

“It went really well, despite the fact I learned I’m being put into a fight against my nemesis in nine weeks from now, which I’m not happy about, but I see Larry’s reasoning over it entirely,” she replied, stubbing out her cigarette and taking a sip of her vodka and soda.  

Angel nodded toward her, raising an eyebrow. “A nemesis, huh? Bitch gonna lose half her damn face then, right?”

“Well,” she began through a ripple of laughter. “She fractured my eyebrow the last time we fought, really put me on my ass with a knockout head kick.” He could see by the way she rolled the two small straws in her drink around through the ice cubes that the idea perturbed her. Even fighters as accomplished as Lily had people whom they feared, which just made her even more endearing to him.  

“Then I agree with Larry. You need to go finish her, mamacita, show her that first time was just a fluke!” Mamacita, her beloved Carlos’ favourite pet name for her, Lily telling him as much. “Carlos, was that the guy checking me out as soon as I walked into the coffee shop earlier, or the tall guy with the shaved head?”

“Yeah, that’s him, the one who was looking at you like you were his lunch.”  

Angel snorted hard with laughter. “I felt like he was gonna vault the counter and dive on me.”  

“Had you not been there to see me, he likely would have!” she assured him, Angel laughing. “Oh, he was going crazy for you, said you made him feel like he was getting the menopause.”  

It was an unfortunate moment for Angel to have taken a sip of beer, spraying it back out over the chair beside him, completely cracking up. “He sounds like he’s fun.”

“He makes having to be around El Chupacabra more bearable,” Lily confirmed, Angel liking how she used his name for her somewhat cantankerous boss.

“Yeah, what’s her deal? She always that mean?”

“Eh,” she shrugged. “I guess she has a job to do, but she’s always been moody, not very personable.”

He shrugged. “Maybe she don’t get laid much.”  

“It wouldn’t surprise me. It’d mean she had to crack her face for longer than six seconds.” He snorted laughing at that. “She’s probably got cobwebs in her undies. Like the mom from Drop Dead Fred.”

“That movie is so damned funny!” Angel shouted with excitement. “Ain’t hardly anyone I know who’s heard of it, though. The guy, the British dude, what’s his name?”

“Rik Mayal.” Lily offered, Angel ceasing snapping his fingers as he attempted to jog his memory, pointing right at her.

“Yeah, that’s him. See, this is something else I really like about you, you just know shit. Like, I dunno, I bet you could probably name the sixteenth US president off the top of your head or something,” he mused, sipping his beer.

“Well, that isn’t difficult. It was Abraham Lincoln,” she shrugged.  

As if she knew, just like that, no mental straining to attain the answer. “See, that’s what happens when you pay attention at school. I barely even turned up for history class. I was usually too busy smoking weed or getting laid.”  

“So not much of a historical wealth of info then, no?”

He snorted. “No, but I’m damned good at rolling joints and eating pussy.”

Her eyebrows twitched, Lily watching her drink straws between her teeth as she laughed softly. “I’ll drink to that.” Just thinking about him doing it sent a little pleasant shiver through her, grinning as she drained her drink.  

“Stop thinking about my tongue,” he chided with a wink. “I feel violated, just from a look.”  

“Funny, since you’re the one who's proficient in violation,” she clapped back, Angel smirking.

“You want another drink?”  

She licked her lip, just the touch of her tongue against that bee stung pout making something inside him feel as though it had snapped. “Among other things.” He adored that duality in her, how she could suddenly go from quite demure, to unashamedly flirtatious in a nanosecond. He laughed, a low rumble of amusement, winking as he got up, heading inside to the bar. While inside, he heard a slight commotion going on out front, arriving back to see the other part of duality regarding Lily he also enjoyed. Threatened Lily was quite the thing to behold.  

“We got a problem here?” he questioned, placing the drinks down, remaining on his feet for that moment.  

“Yeah, that stupid drunken fuck just crashed right into me and then gave me a mouthful of abuse when I told him to apologise,” Lily spoke, affronted by such behaviour.  

Angel immediately turned to the two guys still present. “Oh, I’d apologise if I were you.”

“Why? What are you gonna do if I don’t?” the irked drunk replied, he and his friend puffing their chests, holding their arms out wide and expressively to give them the appearance of much larger men than the two skinny fellas they actually were.  

“I don’t gotta do nothing, but her? Yikes,” Angel began, jerking his head towards Lily as he sat down casually. “I got a good five inches in height and thirty pounds of muscle on you, bro, and not even I’d fuck with her.”

“I want my apology,” Lily gritted, eyeing him sharply.  

“Yeah?” the guy sneered, leaning in close to her. He was about to suggest that maybe she suck his dick first, except he only managed to get the first few words of his tirade out. Lily calmly standing and snap kicking him straight under the chin. An accurate assessment of the situation would be that he flew. At least eight feet back, landing on the sidewalk with a slap.  

Lily sat, picking up her drink and taking a sip. “He warned you, dude.” Winking at Angel, she noted how proud he looked of her ability to handle herself.

“Hey yo, fuck that shit, nah! You can’t go around kicking people in the face!” his friend cried, storming toward Lily.  

“One more step, homie,” Angel warned, about to fly across the table, bracing himself. 

“And what? I’ll get my boys down here, man!”

“Oh, you gon’ get your boys here?” He revealed his forearm, tapping the Mayans ink. “Then I’ll get mine. Get the fuck out of here, homeboy. Before I change my mind about not smacking you the fuck down for daring to rush my girl.”

“Yeah, I’ll sit this one out and let him handle it. Trust me, you don’t want him to handle it,” Lily advised, reaching for Angel’s hand across the table, waving with her other. “Bye, bye, asshole.” They had the sense to stagger away after that, muttering, a few other people whom were sitting outside looking at Lily approvingly, one man even getting up to jog over and offer his hand.  

“Very nicely done, ma’am,” he chuckled, Lily giggling as she shook his hand. “You got yourself a good girl here, bro.”

Angel smiled. “Don’t I just?” Lily sat there, quietly effervescing on the inside at Angel referring to her as his girl, and acknowledging her to be that to the man who’d referred to her as such. She knew she wasn’t strictly such yet, it was very early days between them, but it made her glimmer all the same. They stayed for a couple more before heading back to Lily’s place, Angel immediately fascinated with Charlie as soon as Lily walked in and let him jump from his cage onto her shoulder.  

“Be careful, he’s bitey with new people,” she warned, Angel leaning back a little.  

“’Sup, Charlie? How you doing?” he asked, Charlie surprising her greatly by lifting his wing.  

“He wants you to pet him.”  

Angel reached slowly, just in case the large, black beak made a beeline for his fingers, stroking the bird where long feathers met short, soft down.

“Who?” Charlie croaked, looking back at Lily.  

“This is Angel.” The bird clicked his beak a few times and then grasped onto Angel’s hand with his feet and began to patter down his arm.  

“Hi, hi, hi.” he chirped, Angel moving his other hand to continue the petting beneath his wing... and swiftly regretting it.  

“God damnit!” he hissed, Charlie snapping onto his little finger knuckle, Lily trying not to laugh.  

“Charlie, that’s bad! Don’t bite Angel, we like him. Angel is your buddy,” she corrected, Charlie scratching his head nonchalantly while Angel examined his finger. It was bleeding, but he could cope, sucking it as he side eyed the bird still sitting on his arm.  

“Grapes!”

“Oh, you ain’t getting shit from me now, bro!” Angel exclaimed, eyes widening.

Charlie rolled his eyes around, shaking his head, his comb fluttering. “Fuck you.” He couldn’t help but crack up at that, Lily snickering behind her hand.  

“Think you’re a real G, huh, Charlie?” The bird just scampered further up his arm, perching on his shoulder and whistling a few times, looking contented enough. Angel was on his guard for further attack, though, following Lily through to the kitchen.  

“Would you like a drink? I have coffee, loads of herbal teas, juice, vodka and tequila,” Lily offered, smiling when she felt his fingers trail her hip, Angel kissing her shoulder. Suddenly, he yelled, right into her ear.  

“Damnit, Charlie!”  

Lily turned, seeing him holding a hand to his ear, Charlie, in all his audacity, dancing on his shoulder with mirth, comb up, bobbing and squawking. “Okay, come here, jealous boy!” Tapping her shoulder, Charlie jumped over, Lily moving Angel’s hand to examine the damage. “Nah, you’re good. He got Carlos so badly one time, he needed a stitch! He can be jealous sometimes when people show me affection.”

“Yeah, you ain’t kidding! And I’ll take a tequila, please.” He viewed the bird suspiciously, taking his drink with thanks, Lily pouring herself a vodka and going to the fridge to fetch Charlie his snacks. She sensed he needed appeasing. Once he was pacified, she popped him back in his cage, pulling the blanket down so he’d settle, heading to her bathroom to douse a couple of pieces of cotton wool in antiseptic.  

“Come here,” she gestured, sticking one piece on his ear and the other against his finger, Angel grumbling immediately.  

“What is that shit, acid?” he complained, Lily tutting.

“For someone with what is very obviously a scar on his leg from being shot, you complain like a child over two teeny cuts.”

“It stings!” His exclamation was met with an eyeroll, although beneath, she was entertained at how dramatic he could be over something quite minor. She noticed that if an opportunity presented itself for Angel to get worked up about something, he usually took it.  

“Want me to take your mind off it?” Ahh, the grin. She knew that’d have the desired effect.  

“Do you even need to ask?”  

Placing the pieces of slightly bled upon cotton onto the counter, she leaned to kiss his neck, unbuttoning the dark blue plaid shirt he was wearing, kissing his chest as it was revealed to her, tackling his belt next as she crouched. “I’ll just be down here, then.” He finished his drink, setting the glass down, hands combing through the long, dark silk of her hair, inhaling sharply through his nose when she took him into her mouth and sucked. He was fully hard in mere seconds.  

She eyed him prettily through her fluttery, long lashes, running her tongue in a sumptuous glide up the underside of his shaft, watching his pupils begin to dilate, his lips parting upon a deep moan. Her thumbs toured the ridges of muscle creasing his hips, soft, explorative glides in time with her lips sliding along his cock, his eyes closing as his head tipped back. God, how could one woman be so good? If his cock could have spoken to him telepathically in that moment, it would have told him that if he messed this up, it’d never, ever forgive him.  

Her nails glided up his chest, pinching his nipples as her mouth quickened, tongue pressing, lips firming around him, sucking from base to tip with a soft moan, her huge, blue eyes staring up at him. His hands tightened in her hair, teeth gritted through low moans, his hips swaying forward against her mouth as he felt himself starting to flourish, his chest heaving as he panted hard. As if she could get him there that quickly. Fuck.  

“Yeah, cum for me, Angel. Fucking make me choke on it.” Those words sent him straight to nirvana, taking him deep and sucking hard until he spilled into her throat with an almost helpless groan, his thighs trembling as he came so hard, he had to let go of her hair and reach back to brace himself against the counter.  

“Jesus Christ,” he panted. “You’re way too good at that.”  

Lily grinned, pleased with herself, picking up her drink and sinking it before sauntering from the kitchen, undressing and letting her clothes fall upon the path he took to follow her. The gradual strip prompted the same of his own, both naked by the time they got to her bedroom, Angel taking a little glance around. Deep grey and white, tranquil, relaxing, although he didn’t plan on doing much of that for the rest of the night.  

He stroked her arms, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck. “Get on the bed.”

Something pleasant ran through her in a shiver. “Oh, so he’s forceful tonight.”

“He is.” The confirmation was sealed by the glide of his tongue along the outer rim of her ear, his fingertips stroking swirls over her tits. “Now, get on the bed.”  

She did as he instructed, climbing on, Angel shaking his head. “Turn over, ass up.” Immediately, she corrected, her insides glowing with arousal. “There you go, much better. Exactly how I’ve wanted you all fucking night.” He lay on his front behind her, lifting himself up on his forearms, laying a lick up the back of her thigh, watching the pale flesh become flecked with goosepimples, the smell of her sex intoxicating to him, kissing the pert round of her butt cheek, licking his thumb and then dragging it through her slit, circling at her clit.  

Her mouth dropped open, a soft moan of pure beauty fluttering from between her parted lips, his teeth laying a soft bite against the hard muscle of her rump before she felt his tongue swirl her opening. He pushed it within, a low groan rattling his throat when he felt her yield and flutter, taking a mouthful of her in a hungry suck before tongue fucking her again.

Moving his thumb, his tongue skimmed a soft lick over her clit, just once, watching her pretty little hole twitch, pressing the flat of his tongue against her and dragging slowly, her mewl an utter delight to his ears. He could feel his cock beginning to stiffen again, sucking at her, a hand slapping hard off her ass cheek, remembering how much she’d loved it before, Lily feeling like she was becoming slowly gilded in erotic divinity. How was he this good?

She paid no mind to furtherly questioning his prowess, rather enjoying it instead. The ceaseless licks of wet heat against her clit had her softly wailing, his hand spanking hard, Lily attempting to keep her thighs held firm, but suffered trembles as a result of the adroitness of his mouth. He moved to lie beneath her, pushing against her knees with his elbows, tongue rubbing a flat lick from side to side over her clit, two fingers sliding into the wet clutch of her cunt, his other hand spanking her a few more times before it switched places with the left, Angel using his well-soaked fingers to push into her ass.  

“Oh my fucking god!” she whimpered, little jolts streaking through her, his moan rumbling a soft vibration against her bud as he sucked it, fingers gliding from both holes in the sweetest of tandem.  

“Lily?”

“Yeah?” she breathed, her voice tremoring a little.  

“Can I bang you up the butt?” Oh, Angel. Sexual talent in shades? Yes, he had that. Eloquence with words? Not so much. She couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “What?”

“You! ‘Can I bang you up the butt’, oh my god!” she cried, somewhere between laughing and moaning as he continued.  

He snorted softly, snickering a little too. “It’s a perfectly reasonable question!”  

“It’s the way you said it!”

“Oh, pardon the fuck out of my wording, mamacita,” he began, shifting beneath her until he was level with her face. “Lily, baby, please may I slip my cock straight up your pretty little asshole? Is that any better for you?” The way he eyed her, one eyebrow tilted up significantly higher than the other had her in utter hysterics, taking a moment to collapse against his chest in a fit of giggles.  

“You may, yes,” she eventually replied, shifting off of him. “Hold on, I have lube in the naughty box.”

Angel’s ears pricked up immediately at the mention of a naughty box. “Oh? And what else do you have in this so-called naughty box?” he watched as she pulled a large, heavy box from beneath the bed, flicking the clasps and throwing it open to reveal an array of toys. “Yeah, you got everything. I’m helping myself to this, though, and gimmie that lube.” Grasping the butt plug he saw in there, nothing that the jewel at the end of it matched her eyes perfectly, he grinned, sliding back beneath her again, taking the bottle of lube with him too.

“Not intimidated by my naughty box, well, there’s a first,” she commented, Angel laughing a little.

“Why the fuck would I be? It’s moulded silicone and things that buzz. Ain’t no replacement for a flesh and blood man, but damn, I spied a few other things in there I have absolutely no problem with using on you as well.”  

“Some guys aren’t so cool with the idea,” she noted, exclaiming softly when she felt the slippery point of the plug pushed against her.  

“I ain’t some guys. Your little gizmos aren't my competition, they’re my occasional co-pilots.” Anything she might have liked to reply with was knocked from her throat by the moan that bubbled up, feeling herself breeched as he pushed the plug fully inside her, his tongue connecting with a sweeping lick through her folds, hand spanking her frivolously. It felt too good, her tight passage flexed around the plug, his fingers slipping back within the hug of her wetness, tongue circling her clit firmly.  

She didn’t think it could get better, until he grasped onto the end of the plug and began moving it from side to side, her slick muscles locking around his fingers, her cries amping up, Angel experiencing the usual thrill from hearing just how mindless he was driving the woman he was with. It was even better now it was with someone he genuinely liked a lot. Every moment with Lily, and he felt himself pulled in closer.  

And it was only a little scary, rather than the usual overwhelming feeling of doom.  

In fact, the only thing he felt right then was the consuming desire to be inside of her, moving out from under her gently shuddering body to kneel behind her, gripping her hips as he slid into her fully, hand coming down to spank her hard. Oh, how she hollered in response. He felt like he was about to cum on the spot, just from that. Feeling the pressure of the plug against his cock through the thin membrane separating was almost too good, his fingertips flexing against her skin as he fucked her with long, even strokes, continuing to spank her, hard slaps leaving big, red hand prints behind, just how she liked it.  

He had her shuddering pleasantly, her breath hitching, the anticipation of each spank rolling though her like a ball of warm sparkles, her pulse flipping madly as her hands grasped at the bed covers beneath her. Excitement electrified her like a live current, the drag of his cock through her fluttering wetness absolutely exquisite, Angel slowing, giving her all-in, all-out thrusts, knowing he was driving pure heat to dance as a blaze of embers across her nerve endings, stroking her clit with the tip of his cock before fluidly sliding back in again, pounding her voraciously, before once again, it all became slow.  

He continued this until he had pure ecstasy fizzing through her, his own arousal beginning to spiral, retreating from her and grasping the plug, gently pulling it from her. Turning her over, he hauled her up to rest on his thighs, leaning forward to kiss her.  

“Damn, you’re too fine.” His compliment preceded another kiss, Lily stroking his neck with her nails, panting against his tongue, her breath hitching when he straightened up, beginning to push slowly into her, her narrow passage opened from the plug, but not so much that her eyebrows didn’t knit together at the extra widening needed to take him anally. He kept slow as he gradually inched his way in, reading her bodily reactions and facial expressions, stopping if she looked or sounded pained, waiting for her to adjust.

“Oh fuck… oh my god, that’s amazing!” she exclaimed, the sensation absolutely incredible to her as he continued to keep on slipping in. “Okay, I don’t think I can take much more now.” She then hissed, feeling a little uncomfortably full, but still, the pleasure, the tingles. She was in rapture.

“Well, mamacita, you’ve got most of me. Fuck, you take a cock so well in your ass, you dirty girl.” He growled, leaning forward to kiss her hungrily, excitement washing over him as he began to slide out slowly once more, gripping her hips as he groaned gutturally.

It was all encompassing pleasure, entrenched in erotic heat, his thumb moving to her clit to rub a slow, firm circle, making her mewl softly, a precursor to the most animalistic cry he’d ever heard come from her mouth as he began to speed up the motions of his cock.

He only thrilled her further by pushing two fingers into her sumptuous heat, her cunt gripping them strongly as he raked her pulsing walls, Lily not able to remember anything feeling better than what her gorgeous new lover was bestowing upon her in that moment. Everything became torridly uncontained, both chasing their release until the point of fiery consumption, the ultimate feelings of nirvana rushing through them both, Angel pulling his cock from within her and finishing all over her tits, collapsing at her side, unable to breathe.

“Damn... where the hell have you been for the last ten years of my life?” he panted, Lily turning to him, unable to speak for a moment.  

“Give me a minute,” she whispered, chest still heaving. “I’m so dick drunk right now.” He burst into immediate hysterics, watching her flounder a little more. “I’m here now. I’m also in need of a shower. And food. You hungry?”

“I could eat,” he confessed, resting up on his elbows as he reached to stroke her hair.  

“Good. I’m gonna order a pizza, take a shower, and then come back here and eat it in bed. I feel like watching something, too. Ahhh, yeah! There it is!” Hoping up off the bed, she went to her shelves and pulled out a DVD, revealing it to Angel. The Five Deadly Venoms.  

“No shit, you like kung fu movies?” he exclaimed, pleasantly surprised.  

“Like ‘em? They’re my cinematic passion!”  

Twenty-five minutes later, and he was eating a slice of hot pizza with everything on it, Lily lying between his legs, her head rested on his chest, the opening sequence of the film playing out. Yes. Where the hell had this woman been for the last ten years? He could have done with finding someone like her a lot sooner than he had.  

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[harryssyndrome]

The Enemy: 3 | The Downfall

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Word count: 1.5k

SERIES MASTER-POST | MASTER-LIST

Home - July 27th, 1944 - 2:17 PM - Syracuse, Italy.

It's been five days since the girls had found Harry, three days since he has been conscious, he is having a speedy recovery but still he was weak. He was mostly in bed rest as he was not allowed to exhaust his body. He still needed support in moving from bedroom to living area or outside in the deck. Outside when the waves met the shore and seagulls sang, in a sarcastic way Harry played them background music - playing guitar.

It was Kate's mother guitar that she had in her room. She wasn't a expert but she was somewhat fine. He has a beautiful voice and played impressively Kate would think as she leaned against the wall and hear him getting lost into this lyrical world.

The sea view felt different from his presence, in a good way but instead of truly enjoying the moment in carefreeness, Kate's mind was running wild into the forest of downfall; he has to safely get back to his home, his family and not get noticed anywhere by anyone, but there's a chance someone might see him and get suspicious. What would happen if someone finds out about him after he's gone? When it's just the girl to face the consequences.

They won't get second chances and could spend rest of their lives in prison or worse, get killed. Her mind was getting crazier as every second went by, until she was pulled out of it by Harry's voice. " 'ey, you okay?" Kate just smiled and nodded.

"You wanna try?" Harry asked, holding up the guitar.

"Uh. n-no. I don't wanna be laugh of the day. I'm not good at it and been outta practice anyway so... umm.. you continue." She nervously looked at the ground.

"'ere let me help you." Harry patted his hand on the seat next to him, "you help me huh?" Kate tease while sitting down, "that's the only thing I can help you with, not compared to what you've done for me."

"I did what I was right. Don't mention it." She shrugged off.

Harry hand over the guitar to Kate and moved behind her. With back facing him, his arms stretched over to hold her palm and slowly glide her fingers back and forth onto the strings. It was definitely an electric touch if you'd ask Kate. It was what she felt for the first time in her lifetime. Right now they were lost in the moment.

Rave’s POV:

My brother has agreed to help us after detailed explanation of the whole situation. He assured me that he would be arranging some sort of transportation and intelligence just in case words get in about him. I was getting caught in my own thoughts when Mila reach out to me. "Rave what are you doin' 'ere?" She must have come to see his father, Commander Antonio Conti, and seen me leaving the building. "Nothing special. Just meeting my brother, had to talk about something.

"Aw, it must be something because you know, you two siblings what could be so important for you to come here, to meet him in person and not over a telephone?"

"I can come and talk to him about anything. That's none of your concern Mila. Stop bothering me and get the fuck outta here." Rave states, now increasing the pace.

"Fine! Sorry. Now I will mind my own business, I need your notes for practical, you said in front of Dr. Betty you will let me have em so that I can copy. You're going home right? I'll join you." Mila declare, making Rave tense from inside but she doesn't let it reflect on her face.

"I'll hand it over to you tomorrow in the class, okay? See you." Rave tries to end the conversation and go home. Mila can't see Harry in this condition, she can't let her come along.

"Oh no, I'll tag along with ya, there's only three days left for preparation it'll take time for me to write all the pages." Mila tries to stay persistent.

"I'll come to your house to give you tomorrow! Now let me go." Rave says irritated.

"What's the problem with right now? Is there something you're actually hiding?"

"There's nothing to hide, I'm tired s'all!" Rave counters. She thinks if she tries to make further excuses Mila could be more suspicious but it could turn out more worse if she notices Harry. But what if she tells Mila, maybe her father could help them. Rave decides not to tell Mila as she can't be trusted.

"Fine, you come with me but stay outside my house, neither I want you to come in nor Kate would like it."

"Remember the time we were good friends, good old days hm?"

"I don't know what I saw in you to be my friend. You have betrayed me, many time... now shut your mouth and keep walking." Rave spat while Mila lets a small "ugh" out of her mouth and keeps walking in silence.

We kept on walking for 27 minutes until we reached the house. As we approached the entrance door, I halted and turned around to face Mila and said "Stay here, I'll get it." And she returned her bitchy smile with a "okay", I unlocked the door and closed it, throwing my purse on sofa and rushing inside to find the notes as quickly as possible.

I located them inside my study desk's second drawer, when I heard some shouting outside, from the deck?

Third Person POV:

Harry and Kate were singing for god knows how long. Kate inquires if he was feeling thirsty like she was, Harry says yes and she got up from her seat to head back inside the home to get the water bottle. She returned back with bottle, Harry sitting with his back facing her, and she notices a red spot on his back, meaning his stitches might have gone lose somehow to allow the blood out of the wound. She walks over him, "here" Harry turned his head to see her, he smiles and take the bottle from her hand, opening and taking a big gulp of water.

"I see you leaking your blood" she jokingly said.

"What?" He chuckled.

"Let me get my first aid kit, your stitches seems to be lose, your T-shirt is stained with blood."

She went inside again to grab her kitbag and came back. She asked Harry to remove his T-shirt so that she could start. She was stitching when she heard a sound of clapping behind her. Mila? What was she doin' here? Kate stood there like a deer caught in headlight.

"So this is what Rave was hiding huh? Why she didn't wanted me to come. You're giving a refuge to an enemy! What did you think? You could hide this filth and no one would ever notice? You guys won't live this down! This man will be tortured and bled till death!"

Rave ran out of the house and stood in utter shock behind Mila.

"Mila, we didn't do anything wrong okay? We found him washed up by the shore, in a near dead condition. We had to save him, we're doctors it's our responsibility moreover I had to do it on humanitarian grounds. It was all my idea. I couldn't leave him there to just bleed and die! He's the not the enemy why do anyone wanna think that way huh? In this world we're all a big family. No one wants war or bloodshed. You should be helping us to get him back home safely and fight like this. For once don't be the selfish bitch you are!" Kate tries to convince her. Tears streaming down her face just with thought of Harry being hurt in these worse scenarios.

While Harry stared at Kate with glistening eyes, heart filled with nothing but love for girl he knew for 5 days. Who has risked her live for him and is still fighting for him.

"Oh Katie! You're gonna pay for everything! I'm gonna tell my father! You will kill all three of you and wipe out your families wherever they may be and then we'll be calling it even." She growled, turning in her heels and walk away while Kate grabbed a surgical pen cutter and ran after her. Kate stood in front of Mila, pointing it at her. "Back off Mila, you won't be leaving here." Mila looked stalled and raised her hands up. "What you're gonna keep me hostage? you can't keep me here forever. Your downfall has began... My dad will find me and then what's gonna happen to y'all?" She devilishly laughs.

"We'll manage" the girls said in unison.

A/N: Yay! We're almost halfway through this story! What's gonna happen now that downfall has began? Of course will start going south but what else? Tell me in comments!

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