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m0nsterqzzz · 2 months

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(If you're not accepting requests, I apologize) I NEED you to write a part 2 of "happy wife happy life" where years pass and Clarisse proposes to Reader fr 😭😭

Happy Wife Happy Life (part two)

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pairing: Clarisse La Rue x fem reader

summary: many years after your childhood best friend became your girlfriend and a few after you moved with her to Arizona for college, she seems to becoming more distant. Your determined to find out why.

a/n: this is literally such a cute idea first of all. thank you so much for requesting!! i hope it lives up to the expectations and I'm so glad you like the first one anon!! <3333

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Alone can mean a lot of things.

It can mean being by yourself, no one else in the room, or lonely, as in feeling like you're all by yourself in a world full of people.

The thing about you and Clarisse, is she never lets you feel alone.

Obviously, if you need space, she’ll give it. But she always makes sure you’re not lonely.

Until now that is.

About five years ago, you and your girlfriend left the safe place called Camp Half Blood to go to college together in Arizona, and it was soon after that you had an apartment together. You guys didn’t have a lot of money, and you didn’t have the nicest things, but you had each other. That was enough.

At least, you thought it was.

Recently, Clarisse has been distant. You blamed it on her job at first-she loves being a construction worker, but it’s tiring. When she started taking hours to come home after the time she was supposed to be off, you blamed it on how much she loves going to the gym or out for runs and probably loses track of times like she used to when she would do sword training when you guys were younger. After that, you blamed it on her being stressed from work, and Clarisse sometimes likes to go have a drink with her coworkers after work. But the thing about it was, she never came home sweaty. That ruled out the gym. She also never came home drunk or even smelling of alcohol, so the thought of her going to the bar after work was also out of the picture.

Which is why you find yourself here, curled up onto the couch as your eyes stay glued to the digital clock on the shelf near the tv- Clarisse has never been able to read a normal clock- as the seconds, minutes, and hours pass by. Your girlfriend got off work five hours ago, which makes it now exactly 10:30 pm. It may not seem too late, and you're quite scared that staying up to wait for Clarisse after making her dinner that now rests in tupperware in the fridge as it got cold while you were waiting for her at the table will make you seem paranoid. You push it to the back of your mind though. Clarisse, the girl who punches anyone who looks at her wrong, has always told you that communication is clear in your relationship. It’s the main reason that you have decided to confront her about her distance. Why isn’t she just communicating?

Your eyes finally peel away from the clock when you hear a key quietly slotting into the front door before it slowly creeks open. She’s always been sure to be quiet when coming home late, and whether it’s because she doesn’t want to wake you up from a peaceful slumber or so she doesn’t have to talk to you, you just don’t know.

“Hey.” You mumble, but it’s silent enough in the room that she hears you and freezes in the entryway. It’s a small apartment as you guys didn’t have a lot of money during college, so you can see her standing in front of the door, slowly taking off her shoes as she avoids looking at you.

“Hey angel. What are you doing up? Don’t you have work tomorrow?” One of the first things she said to you in weeks, and she doesn’t even seem excited to be around you.

With a sigh, you reveal, “I took the day off tomorrow. We need to talk.” If possible, the girl seems to tense even more. “What’s wrong?” She questions, sitting on the opposite end of the couch you're on with her sock covered feet under her legs. A month ago, she would’ve been laying on you, cuddled up so close to you that one would think she actually wants to merge into your skin. Not now though. Now, it seems like she can’t get far enough from you.

“I don’t know.” You start. “You tell me what’s wrong.” Clarisse seems taken aback, but she doesn’t say anything as she stares at the worn out pillow on your lap. “N-Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

You scoff quietly, picking at the skin around your finger nails. Clarisse hates when you do that. She says she doesn’t want you to cause any pain to yourself. She doesn’t make a move to stop you now. “Okay then. Maybe nothings wrong with you, but is there something wrong with us?”

She seems to take notice of the desperation in your tone as her fingers twitch before they hesitantly reach over to hold your hand. "I....nothings wrong with us. Promise."

You sigh heavily, looking up to the ceiling to stop the forming tears from falling. "Then tell me why you're so distant Clarisse. Please." You're practically begging at this point, and her frown only deepens.

"I'm sorry." Her voice is small, a stark contrast to her usual booming tone. "I can't tell you. Not yet at least. But I promise. I will."

You sit in silence for a minute, eyes not meeting before you stand up from the couch and start making your way to the hallway that leads to your guys bedroom. "Stop promising things Clar." You mutter, lingering for a second before you turn off the lights and leave.

That night, you barely slept. Clarisse doesn't come to bed, probably asleep on the couch the way she always does when she thinks she's bothering you. This can't be the end of your relationship. She's been yours since you guys were kids. And you were hers. What changed?

The next morning, you're awakened by the sound of a loud beeping coming from what sounds like every place in the apartment. Your head hurts from crying last night as you stand up, and you make sure to wipe the dried tears off your face before you make your way out of the bedroom in sweats and one of your girlfriends shirts.

There is a calm but warm breeze coming in from the open balcony doors, but that thought is put on a back burner when you walk into the kitchen to see Clarisse sprinting to the sink with a smoking pan i. hand. She's muttering Greek curse words under her breath as she puts water on what looks like burnt eggs. Once that is calmed down, she opens the oven to reveal a cloud of heat and very crispy biscuits. You can't help but let out a silent laugh at the sight of her angrily swatting a hand towel at the smoke alarm to make it stop beeping.

"What's going on here?" You question, and she quickly tries to get you out of the room of chaos. "Hey honey. Did I wake you?" Clarisse rushes out as she leads you to sit down on the couch. "I'm making you breakfast."

You giggle, the sound causing a small smile to grace your girlfriend's face. "It seems like it's going well."

She nods, sighing as she places a chaste kiss on your head before rushing back to the kitchen to throw out her soaked scrambled eggs. For a second, it feels like the past month never happened. The warmth from the kitchen and open doors can't compare to the warmth in your chest as you watch your girlfriend be the person you know and love for the first time in way too long.

She comes back a few minutes later, pancake mix on her cheek as she takes off your apron and sits down next to you on the couch. Unlike last night, she sits as close as possible without actually touching you- probably afraid you’ll reject her touch. “I’m sorry.” She speaks, nervously rubbing her hands together. “I’m really sorry.”

The daughter of Ares slowly leans in a bit, resting her head on your shoulder when you don’t move away.

“If you’re really sorry, talk to me. Tell me what's happening.” You whisper, and she hears it as she takes a deep breath before nodding and standing up. You stare at her questioningly for a moment as she holds her hand out so she can help you up. Nonetheless, you take it, letting her warm hand hold yours as she leads you somewhere.

The balcony.

You didn’t notice it at first glance as you were busy laughing at Clarisse’s terrible cooking attempt, but it's decorated. Usually, two chairs and a small little table would be on it, but those are now gone, probably somewhere in the house. They’re replaced by a slightly bigger table, clearly the foldable one you guys use when your friends come to visit and they need more room at the three person table in your living room; but she’s put a thin gray table cloth on it that's being held down by a pot of flowers and two glasses of orange juice.

With the background of the far away mountains and plants outside, the place looks beautiful.

“Clar….”

“So? What do you think?” It’s complete deja vu to the day she became your girlfriend. The way she nervously shifts from foot to foot as she scans your face for any sign that you hate it.

“I…I love it.” You mutter, turning to her with a grin. Whether it's an apology for the way she's treated you for the past month or something else, you can’t deny that this is a dream.

She lets out a breath of relief, nodding as she runs back inside to grab two plates before coming back and setting them down. “Why though?” You ask, and she sighs.

“Because I’ve been a bad girlfriend. And all though it’s no excuse, and I should’ve at least told you why.” You nod with a small smile.

The curly haired girl takes a big deep breath, clearly nervous, before she pulls out a dark red ring box and kneels down on one knee in front of you. “The reason I’ve been gone so often, is because I’ve been out trying to find a ring that’s almost as perfect as you. I made Chiron and my brother help, and I’m sure they’re happy I’m finally done looking. It took forever, because I didn’t think any ring out there was worthy of you. But…then I talked to my dad.”

It’s clear she’s struggling to tell this part, so you force down your excitement to comfort her by caressing her cheek. She leans into your touch, taking a moment before she continues. “He said he’s proud. That he’s happy for me and that I found a good one.” You smile. She’s never had the best relationship with Ares, but it’s clear she’s okay with that now. “Then he gave me this ring.” She opens the box, revealing a beautiful, shiny ring with a silver band and red gem. “He told me he saw it in a store once, loved it, but had no one to give it too. Said he’d be honored if I could use it.”

“So, I hope you love the ring as much as I think you will.” She chuckles, hands slightly shaking as she holds up the ring. “Angel, I know we've had our ups and downs in the past, but I want you to know that I love you with all my heart. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you when we were kids, and I still want to. I know that we have grown and changed in many ways, but I still believe in our love the way I did when I was twelve. Will you do me the honor of being my wife? For real this time."

Finally, a sob escapes your throat, and she’d be scared you’re gonna say no if not for the big grin on your face. “Of course I will! Gods! Yes. I will marry you!” She nods, one of the largest smiles you’ve ever seen growing on her face as she slips the ring onto your left ring finger, the same way she did when you guys were kids. The girl stands up, casually picking you up for a hug like you weigh nothing.

“My wife.” She mumbles into your neck, leaning back to give you a kiss though it's hard with the way you both can’t stop smiling. “You’re finally going to be my real wife.”

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After many shed tears and gentle kisses, you’re sitting down at the decorated table on your balcony, waiting for your fiance to bring you your breakfast she made.

She comes back with a pan that smells absolutely disgusting, scooping up what is in it before plopping it onto your plate. It’s dark brown mush, and you stare at it for a few seconds before looking up at her with an amused smile. The girl seems to already know what you’re going to say, because she sighs and grabs her phone from her jeans pockets as you giggle. “I’ll order from that café down the road.”

Happy wife, happy life.

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#clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #pjo x reader

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guillotine-drop · 1 month

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Rating POSTAL Dudes by how good they smell:

POSTAL - 9/10: I think his habitual reclusion and distrust of the world would probably mean he’s showering constantly, moreso than any other Dude, especially if he thinks there’s a ‘Hate Plague’ going on. I think he smells basic; very simple routine, just enough to make sure he feels clean, so at most he’ll smell like some generic 3-in-1 body wash and shampoo/conditioner, maybe something slightly nicer just for himself (some decent $15 aftershave for that menthol scent and cooling relief).

POSTAL Redux - 3/10: Exact opposite of his original incarnation, this greasy son of a bitch isn’t scared of shit he just wants to throw explosives at ostriches and parades. Barely showers, constantly stinks of stale sweat, old blood, cheap leather and cheaper cologne, punctuated with the scent of burnt gunpowder. Borderline noxious.

POSTAL 2 - 4/10: Smells just as bad as Redux Dude but gets the edge here because every now and then he goes outside and uses the neighbor’s hose to blast himself. Shockingly uses deodorant, still not enough to be perpetually leather and denim clad in the great state of Arizona. Almost constantly reeks of sweat and has the recognizable yet faint scent of stale piss wafting off of him, accompanied by the scent of even staler crack and pungent fast food. Almost pungent enough to drown the rest out. Almost.

POSTAL 3 - 2/10: If you were to raid the wash cart after a double overtime football game, steal every jockstrap in the place, wring the sweat into a bucket, and then bring it all to a boil, you’d have somewhere in the realm of what a clean P3 Dude smells like. On average, however, this man has managed to combine the overwhelming sensory nightmares of cat piss and cheap spray deodorant into an almost lethal concoction, ONLY made breathable by the strange and overpowering smell of gasoline that seems to seep from his pores. Approach with caution and for the love of god: do not bring bleach or matches near this freak.

POSTAL 4: No Regerts - 5/10: Despite looking like he crawled out of a dumpster after a bad divorce or a fantastic honeymoon, P4 Dude is shockingly passable in terms of being able to stand next to him for a prolonged period without gagging or killing him. Having learned the efficacy of not being encased in leather in the desert, he’s managed to bring his pungency down several notches. Still reeks of sweat most of the time, and the smell of burger grease and pepperoni follows him like a specter of death, but the piss scent stopped clinging on as hard. He’s also upgraded from hose showers with no supplies to sink baths with tiny gas station travel soaps. It’s an improvement, trust me.

Brain Damaged - 2/10: Take a look at his living space in the title screen, then watch the game’s cutscenes. Just soak it all in. Now that you’ve done that, you can understand that his rank ass smells exactly as bad as you might think it does. If it can come out of his body, it’s probably soaking some part of him. If you think any of the clothes on him have been washed, you’re wrong. This man smells like if someone firebombed an outhouse and pissed on it to put it out. The best thing for him would be getting blasted with a firehouse and a box of laundry detergent. Please.

The Other Dude - 1-10/10: Entirely depends on how the BD Dude would imagine he smells depending on the situation.

POOSTALL Dude - 6/10: Despite the name, this one actually smells pretty decent. The clearly larger coat with the rolled sleeves implies some level of understanding about how not to smell like swamp ass and sweat soaked leather, and truthfully, he looks like he bathes semi-regularly, a rarity amongst these guys.

POSTAL Doe - 9/10: I admit fully and entirely to my lack of impartiality to this one, but I’m willing to stand by it even if I lose my Stink Judge License: first of all, sleeveless leather trench coat AND a crop top mean less overheat which means less sweat. Second of all, visually cleaner than pretty much any of the dudes which implies some kind of self care regimen. Third, and most importantly, girlstink counts positive. I will not be turning in my badge or my gun.

Movie Dude - 8/10: This may be controversial, but despite the squalor he lives in and the fact that hems a cuckold and that his life sucks and that he can’t get a job and that he’s a loser- I digress. I think Movie Dude is in the top echelons of Dude Stink solely because I think he’d have a breakdown if he smelled bad. This man uses Dr. Teals. He stinks like a mix of eucalyptus and peppermint. If ever there was a Dude who had a skin routine, he still wouldn’t, but he’d definitely think about it one day. I think by the end he gets an extra point just because he gets a little hotter the more deranged he is. Overall very pleasant but I still wouldn’t give him $4.

John Murray - 2/10: Hasselridge seems to have a very… interesting relationship with what is and isn’t normal, so unsurprisingly, Johnny Boy would probably smell pretty rough. Considering how dingy, run down and shitty everything in that town appears to be, I can’t imagine anyone else is smelling like roses either. Just avoid the entire place, not least of all because of the zombie thing.

Shtopor - 0/10: Bad.

Nottem Portant - 5/10: Despite the misanthropy, dollar store Nathan Explosion thing and the absolutely abysmal gameplay, Mr. Hatred is actually extremely middle of the road on stink. Sure, he doesn’t smell great, but shockingly he washes his ass despite the whole ‘death to humanity’ thing. He does get point deduction for not washing his hair though, grease mop motherfucker.

#yeah dude #postal #postal dude #postal redux #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4 #postal brain damaged #poostall royale #postal movie #eternal damnation #corkscrew rules #hatred #I stand by most of these. your guess as to which one(s) is the outlier

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nicole-timey-wimey-stuff · 12 days

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Somewhere only we know

Part 1

Young Daryl Dixon x Reader (no apocalypse AU)

Synopsis- No outbreak and modern ish day AU (set in 2007-2010 era) Reader moves to the Georgia mountains, to live with her dad for her final year of school, as her mum is going travelling with her new husband. She meets a shy redneck boy with a tragic background, who immediately captures her heart.

Warnings - mentions of abuse, tragic upbringings, mentions of injury, feelings, friends to lovers, judgemental town people, readers dad is a sweetheart, reader has good relationships with both parents, but her mum is described as flakey and free spirited. My terrible writing as always (this is me practicing 🤣) slow burn, no outbreak, not cannon at all obviously, love confessions, reader sticking up for Daryl, both reader and Daryl being protective, smut in later chapters but not this one.

Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything

Word count - 3.8K

It was the start of fall, leaves were beginning to change and a cooler breeze was starting to hit the small town you were now going to call home. Green valley resided in the mountains of northern Georgia, population 680 people. It was where your Dad had bought a mountain cabin, just outside of town with a 100 acre orchard. He had purchased the property just over a year ago, in hopes of a slower life. He sold his Californian condo, and made the lengthy move to Georgia.

Your parents divorced when you were 12 years old, it had been a long and lengthy process, and they hadn’t left on the best of terms. Your mum took sole custody of you, but you stayed holidays and the summer period with your dad. Even so you had a great relationship with both your parents, growing up had been pretty uneventful, though your mum was somewhat of a free spirit. Now you were 18 years old, in your final year of high school and full of life. You’d inherited the free spirit of your mother, but the hard working mind of your dad.

Your mum had moved on with her life re marrying a lovely man called Ari, he was also very much a free spirit, and they’d planned a two year travelling trip together. This is what had lead you to leave your shared home in Arizona, and move in with your dad at his new mountain home. You had a good feeling about this move, maybe small town life would suit you? Would it be quieter life or an adventure? You didn’t know, but you were excited to find out.

Perched on the passenger seat of your dads Chevy truck, you drove through the valleys and mountains in comfortable silence. Taking in the sights, the gorgeous autumn colours and breathing in the fresh air. You wound down the window letting your arm fall out, pushing your fingers through the wind.

“It’s good to have you home kiddo” your dad admitted, “It’s going to be nice having you with me again” he continues, nodding contently to himself.

“Yeah” you smile, “I’ve missed this, the two of us hanging out”. He turns to give you a genuine smile, it must be lonely being in the mountain lodge by himself, you decide. Pulling up outside the cabin you gasp “wow” you exclaimed, it’s much bigger and prettier than the pictures he sent you showed. A beautiful stone wrap around porch and neat log exterior, there’s a few planted trees out the front, and gas lamps adorning the entry way. It looked like something out of a fairytale, and you were incredibly excited to see the inside. Taking your phone out, you quickly snap a few photos to send your mum.

Your dad smiled at your childlike wonder as you admired the cabin. “I’m glad you like it honey bee, let’s get you all settled in”. The inside was just as lovely, large brick fireplace and open planned living downstairs, three large bedrooms with en-suites and a study upstairs. Your dad showed you to your room, then gave you space to unpack and settle in. Once unpacked and showered you came down to your dad serving dinner, “I don’t know if your hungry, but I made your favourite, at least I hope it’s still your favourite?” Your dad asks with a small laugh.

“It most certainly is! Thanks dad”

“Good” he nods.

“Ummm God, this is amazing” you groan happily. Your dad huffed a laugh, “I forgot how good your cooking is! Mum’s terrible, we end up with burnt dinner or takeout most nights” you laughed.

“Well I’m glad to get a proper home cooked meal into you then!”

“Soo I spoke to your new head teacher and the school is giving you this next week off, to you know settle in. Then you start a week Monday, so I thought you could spend some time this next week, getting to know the town and the area. We can go for lunch tomorrow in town if ya like?” Your dad explained.

“Yeah that all sounds great dad” you agreed.

One whole week to settle in, yeah that sounds ok you thought. Gives me time to maybe get to know some people too, get to know the route to school. You ate in comfortable silence, before helping your dad clean up and get an early night, it had been a long day and you were exhausted.

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The next morning you woke to birds chirping and leaves rustling. Golden rays were casted through your window causing a warm glow, floating dust particles visible in the streaks of light. A soft breeze was filtering in through the small crack you left open last night, hoping to remove some of the evenings humidity. You determined right then that waking up like this in nature was wonderful, no cars honking or children screaming like the busy neighbourhood you lived in back in Arizona, just peace.

You spent the morning folding your clothes into draws, setting up your laptop and organising your desk space. Before getting ready for lunch out with your dad, you decided faded jeans and a band tee would work, it was exciting to get out and see your new local town, but a little overwhelming too. It was a big change from your life before, and an adjustment period would definitely be needed. Nonetheless it was nice to be spending some quality time with your dad.

“You ready to go kiddo?” You dad calls up the stairs.

“Yeah! Now coming” you yell back, bounding down the stairs.

Driving to town didn’t take long, you watched out the passenger window paying attention to the area and the amenities. The lakes, mountains and colourful leaves were so picturesque.

The town centre was small but well equipped. From what you could tell there were a few restaurants, at least three coffee shops, a hardware shop, a post office, a supermarket, a couple of convenience stores and a surgery. Not including the school and garage on the outskirts.

Pulling up outside a small timber clad diner your dad parks and grins at you, “Your gonna love this place! They have the best pie and great views of the lake” he stated. “Awesome!” You reply hopping out the truck.

Walking inside you take in the place, there’s large windows placed all along the back of the diner, looking out directly onto the lake, there’s warm lighting and the whole place has a very cozy feel. An older woman about 60-65 years old you guessed came bouncing over. “Well hi Allan it’s good to see you, this must be your beautiful daughter I’ve heard so much about?!!” She gushed

“Hey Susie how are you? You’d be right, this here’s my daughter y/n” your dad replied to the bubbly woman.

“Hey it’s nice to meet you” you added

“Isn’t she a sweetheart Allen, you must be so proud, you know y/n your dad here hasn’t shut up about you coming for weeks now” she sang, playful glint in her eyes. You smiled kindly back at her, feeling relatively embarrassed by the attention. “Well you choose a seat hunni, and I’ll be right over to take your orders” she continued before walking off.

“She seems friendly” you stated. Your dad lets out a laugh at your uncomfortableness, “Yeah, small town honeybee. Everyone knows everyone here and they all talk, a lot” he emphasises. “Hmm” you sigh this was something you’ll need to get used too.

You chose a seat with a view by the large windows, and as if reading your mind he hummed “You’ll get used to it.

After lunch you both walked through the town, while your dad stopped at the convenience store to collect some necessities, you busied yourself looking through the aisles, choosing some snacks for yourself. You could hear your dad chattering to the woman on the cashier, everyone in this town really did know everybody. When you looked up your eyes met a pair of bright blue, belonging a boy around your age with scruffy light brown hair, worn clothes and a couple of cute moles adorning his face. You smile at him, he offers a small smile back before looking away bashfully. “Hi, I’m y/n” you offer, “Daryl” he mumbles back.

“It’s nice to meet you Daryl, do you live around here?” You ask.

“Yeah umm not too far, jus down by da creak” he replies. You offer another warm smile, “I’ve just moved here with my dad, maybe I’ll see you round?” You add. Daryl nods looking at his feet, he seems incredibly shy you think.

“Y/n, you done?” Your dad calls, you follow his voice to the checkout and hand him the two candy bars you’ve chosen. “Just these please” you confirm. You look back to the other end of the shop seeing Daryl chatting with another guy, probably in his late 20s.

“I wouldn’t talk to that boy if I were you” the lady on the cashier interrupts your thoughts. You take the time to read her name tag ‘Wendy’ “Hmm” you reply “why not? He seems nice enough, awfully shy” you continue.

“They are the Dixon’s the taller one is the older brother Merle, he’s always causing trouble, in and out of jail. Their dad is a drunk, and lord knows he hits those boys. The older ones left home now but comes back frequently. Daryl’s in school still so he still lives with his dad. It’s only a matter of time before he starts behaving the same way, I’m sure of it” she rants in whispered hush. You frown, you don’t like that. He’s done nothing wrong yet, but already branded by the town because of his family. But before you can say anything your dad pipes up “Well we best be going, lots to do before this one starts school”. “Well good luck sugar just pay mind to what I said, you seem like a sweet girl, and this town talks” the cashier lady implores. You give a tight lipped smile before leaving with your dad.

The walk back to the car is deadly silent and you are stewing your inner monologue ‘how dare she’ and ‘if she knows he’s hitting the boys, why hasn’t anything been done?’. Your dad turns to you reading you like a book, “Hey I get it, you don’t like injustice I know that” he interrupts your thoughts, looking up at him you sigh “It just doesn’t seem fair”. “I know baby girl, if you want to befriend that boy, you do it. I know we raised you to be kinder than that, and hey you could use a friend” he replies. You smile at him “Yeah maybe I’ll see him at school” you nod agreeing with your dad.

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Three days pass in a blur, you sign up to the local surgery and check all your medical details have been passed over correctly. You find the local library and spend most of Monday getting lost in books, you try a local cafe and enjoy drinking your coffee while walking around one of the lakes. You even chat to a few locals, getting to know the town better. But your mind keeps reeling back to the boy with the blue eyes, Daryl Dixon, you’d never met someone so painstakingly shy before, and your a bit shy yourself hating being the centre of any attention.

Wednesday comes around and you need to pop by the school to get your class schedule, your dad takes you so he can get any needed information too. Stood in the principles office, going over everything you’ll need, your mind wonders off. While your dads chatting up a storm, your gaze wonders out of the window.

You spot him sitting under a tree with a sketch pad or writing book in his hands, it’s too far away to really make out. But he’s sat all alone, while all the other kids hang out in their favoured groups, Daryl just sits by himself quietly. This boy has really intrigued you, does he not have any friends to sit with? Are the kids in this school as cruel as the narrow minded adults who roam this town.

“Excuse me miss” you interrupt, “Could I please have a wonder round? Get my bearings before Monday?” You ask politely. “Yes of course you can dear” she replies handing you a piece of paper “Here’s a map, so you don’t get lost, take half an hour or so, there’s a lot I need to go through with your dad here anyways” you explains. You nod thanking her before exiting the room, one mission in mind, finding your way over to Daryl.

Navigating the schools corridors wasn’t too difficult, and you found yourself by the back doors which lead the the playing field fairly quickly. You spotted the large tree smiling to yourself when you found he was still sat underneath its shady branches, lost in whatever he was doing. You slowly approached trying to not startle him, when your figure casts a shadow he looks up squinting from the suns rays, slight from between his brows. “Hey” you hesitated, worrying now that you had overstepped. But once he realised who you were he visibly relaxed, “Hey yer the gurl from da store Saturday rite?” He questions, his southern drawl thick ‘and adorable you find’ “Yeah that’s me, do you mind if I sit?” You ask, he gestures for you to go ahead, so you ungracefully plop down next to him. “What year are you in if you don’t mind me asking?” You request, smiling at him slightly hoping to put the shy boy at ease.

“I’m in ma final year, tho this is ma second time tryin’ I’m nineteen. You?” He replies, he’s nervously fiddling with a small twig on the floor, cheeks tinged pink. “I’m in my final year too, I’m eighteen. I’ve just moved here from Arizona. I was living with my mum, but she and her new husband wanted to go travelling, so umm I came here to live with my dad for a while” you explain.

“So wat ur ma just made you leave?” He questions small frown returning.

“Oh no no, not at all” you reply crossing your arms in motion with your reply. “No I decided to live with my dad again, I’ve missed him and it’s quieter here, I was ready for the change” you continue. Daryl gives you a Quick look before nodding at your statement.

“You startin' here soon den?” Daryl mused, “Yeah I start Monday” you reply with a smile, your eyes meeting his blue. Daryl looks forward then his brows pinching together, “Well I wudnt be seen wiv me if ya hopin’ to fit in wiv everyone here” Daryl sighs. “I don’t care what anyone here thinks, and you shouldn’t have to feel like that Daryl” you affirm. He turns to you worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, you can tell he’s not used to this, kindness, and it breaks your heart. He makes a small grunt, before fiddling with the twig again. “Anyways I like you Daryl, I’ll look forward to seeing you again Monday” you smile, before getting up to head back towards the school to find your dad.

Daryl watches after you as you leave, face as red as a tomato. He’s never had someone actively seek him out before, and he doesn’t really know how to take it. But he likes you too, you seem sincere and kind, there’s not many like that in this town. He smiles thinking that maybe he himself is looking forward to Monday too.

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It was Friday morning and by now you were becoming a little stir crazy, your dad was great he really was, but he was aloof at times. You think he was trying to give you some space, maybe you were just so used to your erratic mother constantly talking your ear off, and her demonstrative personality. Therefore making your dad seem rather quiet and distant, he checked in to make sure you had what you needed though, and he always spent meal times with you.

This morning he was tending his orchard, getting it ready for the autumn harvest, you knew he had hired some helpers to help him sort things, he’d said this may take most of the day, so you needed to find a way to entertain yourself.

After sipping your morning coffee peacefully on the porch, watching the trees rustle in the breeze, you decide maybe a hike in the forest would do you the world of good. So you pack up a bag of necessities, grab your hiking boots, a map and set off.

As you walk through the forest trails, the sun casts through the trees causing halos of soft glowing light, dew drops hang off branches and it’s all breathtakingly beautiful. You pause for a moment breathing in the forest air, and listening to the sounds of nature, until you hear a soft sniffle. You quietly pad yourself in the direction of the sound, it was definitely a person softly crying ‘what if someone’s hurt or lost’ you think. So you hastily make your way over, coming to a small clearing, where there’s a beautiful tiny meadow tiny flowers and fluffy dandelions fill the space. But there sat in the middle is Daryl, he has his head in his knees and his arms are hugging his legs.

You slowly walk over towards him treading as lightly as possible to not startle him, but he hears you instantly, his head snapping up in your direction. “Wat do yer want” he snaps, you recoil slightly, however you can see he’s hurting so you swallow it down and continue your way over. “I heard you from back there, I was out on a walk” you reply hesitantly. Daryl nods wiping his eyes with the back of his hands ferociously, you can see he hates to be seen in such a vulnerable moment.

You plonk yourself down next to him “Want to talk about it?” You ask. He debates this for a moment, he hates being open and vulnerable, but he can’t remember the last time he had anyone to talk too, Merle was never emotionally available, hell he was barely ever physically available these days. So he swallows down his pride “Ma dad was out last nigh drinkin, came in about three this mornin’ I woke up from his bangin, tried ta help him ta bed. He didn’t take it too well” he sniffled, Daryl looks at you then and you can’t help the small gasp when you see his eye, which was clearly hidden by his mop of hair before. It was black n blue and very swollen.

“Oh my goodness Daryl! One second I have a iced water bottle in my bag” you swallowed, you search through your back pack pulling out the bottle and the spare vest top you carry, wrapping the bottle in the fabric you place it over his eye as gently as you can muster. He still flinches, like you were going to hurt him and your heart shatters. “Here it will help with the swelling and bruising” you offer, and he lets you help him then, carefully watching you as you hold the iced bottle over his bad eye. He’d never had anyone look after him like this before, never been nobody who cared enough to help him. He finds himself leaning into you then, and you have to hide your smile by biting your bottom lip. You notice then his lips bust too, dried blood around it “Here hold this in place, I have some alcohol wipes in here for those cuts” you affirm, letting go of the bottle and searching you bag once more. Finding your small first aid kit you pull out the wipes, ripping the packet before shuffling closer to him again. “This may sting a little sorry” you sympathised, he lets out a small hiss as you gently place it on his lip, dabbing the alcohol into the cut and cleaning off the blood, before doing the same to the cut on his eyebrow.

“There all done, just keep that ice on your eye for a bit ok” you advise. “Ok” he agrees. You spend the rest of the day with him, chatting about everything, even if it was you doing most of the talking. You find out that the meadow is halfway between both your homes, he tells you more about his dad and how nothings ever been done because people don’t care about rednecks like them, Merle got away, got involved in drug deals and fights, left Daryl to deal with their abusive father on his own.

Daryl tells you how he spends most of his time in the forest when he’s not at school, to get away from his dad, but that his father barely notices when he’s gone. He hadn’t gone into school today after his dad beat him, he just ran here. You decide then you’d do your upmost to help him, there was just something about this boy, he captured your attention that first day in the shop, but just a few days in and he’s already stolen part of your heart.

By then time you arrived home early that evening, you had a unmissable smile on your face, your dad notices straight away “You enjoy your hike honey bee? Thanks for the note I’d have worried otherwise” he comments. “Yeah it was nice, I spent the day with Daryl, bumped into him on the trail” you smile. “Ah I see, I’m glad you’ve made a friend” he answers “You hungry? Dinners almost ready” “Yeah starving!” You declare.

Laying in bed later that night you pull out your phone, you’d exchanged numbers with Daryl earlier and couldn’t wait to message.

‘Hey, fancy a walk around the south lake tomorrow?

Y/N’

‘Yah sure, thnks fer today, 10am ok?’

You grin instantly at his reply,

‘Yeah perfect, meet you there? Or I can pick you up?’

‘Nah I’ll meet ya there’

‘Ok see you tomorrow, goodnight Daryl’

‘Nite y/n’

You were really looking forward to tomorrow now.

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A Day Full of Surprises

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: It’s just a few weeks away from the start of a new NFL season and you and Joe have a day full of surprises that will change your lives forever

•word count: 4.7k

•warnings: lots of fluff, some angst, crying, mentions of pregnancy. i feel you’re either going to be happy with how i’m ending the series or you’re going to be disappointed

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August 10, 2023

Joe woke up to my alarm beeping and you groaning beside him. His tired eyes fluttered open as he reached for his phone and hit the stop button for his alarm. He sighed as he rubbed his hands down his face. Joe did not feel like going to practice today at all.

The two of you had just gotten back a couple days ago from your second off-season trip to Arizona. Your first trip out there was in May when the two of you stayed in Phoenix with your parents. During your trip, Joe got to meet more of your family and even your college friends, who are just as sweet as you. You showed him all of your favorite places in Arizona while you were there too. Joe swears he’s never seen you that genuinely happy before. You had told him that you miss Phoenix sometimes, but everyday you fall in love with the city of Cincinnati a little bit more.

As Joe pulled the covers off of his body, you wrapped your arms around him and entwined your legs with his, holding onto Joe like a koala. "I don't want you to go." you huffed, nuzzling your face into his neck. Joe chuckled and draped an arm around your body, "I don't want to go either," he planted a soft kiss to the top of your head, "but you know I have to."

You craned your neck up, a frown on your face as you looked at Joe, "but I just want to hold you." He pulled you close to his body, "I know sweets," Joe said, frowning, "but you can't." Joe gave you one last kiss to the top of your head before he let go of you. Although his hold on you loosened, your hold on him didn't. Joe let out a sigh.

"Y/n." No response. "Y/n sweetheart," he rubbed your arm that was wrapped tightly around his torso, "you gotta let me go."

You just sighed and nuzzled yourself closer to Joe's bare chest. He let out a sigh of defeat as he just laid in bed and let his girlfriend cuddle him for a few more minutes. You held on to Joe as if he was going to disappear if you let go of him. Now, Joe enjoys cuddling with you, especially in the morning. But he also knows you enjoy your space too, especially in the morning. So this clingy, koala type hold you had on Joe, as much as he enjoys it, is a little strange. Joe figured he wouldn't think too much of it. After all, the two of you have spent almost every day together during the offseason. It's going to be difficult to be away from you and Bean while Joe's at practice.

"Baby, as much as I'd love to hold you all day," Joe spoke gently, kissing your head once again before he continued, "I have to go. If I don't go you know Zac will be on my ass."

You sighed loudly and pulled yourself off of Joe, giving him your signature sad look. Joe frowned and grabbed your right hand, kissing it gently before he got out of bed. You watched with sad eyes as he walked out of his bedroom and out into the living room to get Bean. As Joe walked out into the living room, your golden doodle Bean greeted him with a wag of her little tail as her high pitched puppy bark rang out through the apartment.

"Morning Beanie girl." Joe greeted, chuckling as he grabbed her pink leash off the counter and took her out of her gated area in the living room. Joe latched her leash and took her outside. Bean quickly did her business and he brought her back into the apartment, rewarding her with a treat and her breakfast. As he put the dish down on the ground for the puppy, Joe heard sniffles coming from his bedroom. He furrowed his eyebrows together and cautiously walked into his room, fearing the worst. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. You were holding your head in your hands as your shoulders shook. Joe frowned and immediately rushed over to your side. He figured you must have been clingy because something was bothering you. Joe sat down on the bed and wrapped his muscular arms around your body, pulling you close to him. Your cries turned into gut wrenching sobs as soon as Joe pulled you close to him. "Hey, hey," he cooed, cradling your head to his chest as he held you, "you're okay."

You tightened your grasp on Joe as you continued to sob. Joe didn't even know how to react. He wanted to know what made you suddenly burst into tears, but he knew he needed to comfort you first. After a few more minutes of you sobbing and Joe whispering sweet nothings, your sobs soon calmed enough to the point where you could talk. Joe stroked your tear streaked cheeks with his thumb as you worked on calming your breathing. He placed a gentle kiss to your temple as you sniffled.

"I-I'm sorry," you said, your voice laced with sadness, "I don't even know why I'm crying. And I got tears and snot all over you. I'm so gross." you choked out another sob as you finished speaking. "Oh honey," he kissed your head, "you're not gross, it's okay. I promise." Joe said softly as he reassured you. You lifted your head from his chest and sniffled. Joe pulled his arms away from you and frowned as he watched you wipe the tears away from your eyes. It broke his heart to see you so upset. Joe placed a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as you composed yourself.

"Are you OK?" he asked softly, stroking the soft skin of your thigh with his thumb. You nodded, "Y-yeah. I'm just sad." Joe cocked his head to the side, "About what sweetheart?" You wiped your nose with a tissue from his bedside table, "You going to practice."

Joe couldn't help the slight widening of his eyes as he heard you say that. You got that worked up over him going to practice?! He was so worried it was something much worse than that.

"Are you sure that's it?" Joe asked, looking at you and expecting you to say more. You nodded, letting out a sad laugh, "It's pathetic, I know." you sighed, "I just, I've felt so weird these last couple days. I'm so emotional and I don't know why."

Joe frowned as he continued to lovingly stroke your thigh with his thumb. You sighed once again and continued speaking, "I'm stressed out because of the whole re-signing the lease situation, and Bean, I love her to pieces but she's so much work at this stage. On top of that, the seasons starting again and we're so busy at the boutique. I'm just so overwhelmed." Joe pulled you into a tight hug, embracing you as long as you needed. He knew you were under a lot of stress right now, but he didn't realize it was that much.

"I just wish I could hold you all day Joe. That's all I want to do right now." you mumbled against his chest. "Me too beautiful," Joe said softly, "me too." You pulled away and smiled softly at him, "but I know you can't."

"I'll make it up to you this weekend."

"You promise?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Joe nodded, "I Promise." He leaned in and gently kissed those soft lips of the girl he loved so much. It broke his heart to see you so upset. You pulled away and hummed softly, "I love you." "I love you too." Joe replied, smiling warmly at you. He squeezed your thigh and stood from the bed, "Try to enjoy your day okay? I'll be home before you know it."

You just nodded and gave Joe a small smile as you looked up at him.

"When I get home, I promise I'll cuddle with my girls all night." Joe's smile grew as he saw your small smile turn into a happy grin. It warmed his heart seeing that beautiful smile of yours once again. Joe's more of a cat guy, but he sure does love his Beanie girl. Especially since she makes you so happy. And if you're happy, Joe's happy too.

~Small time skip~

You let out a sad sigh as you heard the apartment door close. Joe was gone and he wouldn't be back until later this afternoon. You don't know why you got so upset this morning over him just going to football practice. It wasn't like he was going away for days? He would be back in a few hours. You just felt so sad and overwhelmed with so many emotions when he tried to leave. You've actually been that way a lot recently. Ever since you and Joe got back from Arizona your emotions seem to be all over the place. Every little thing makes you emotional. Like a couple nights ago when Bean was snuggled up on the couch with you and Joe, and her little head was laying on your tummy as she slept. It was so cute seeing her little body curled up between the two of you that it brought tears to your eyes.

You're sure your heightened emotions are just because of all of the things going on in your life right now. The uncertainty of where you'll be living for the next year is the biggest cause of your worry. Joe was only staying in the apartment for a year. He's recently been house hunting around the area, trying to find his forever home in the Queen city. You, on the other hand, have been trying to decide if you want to re-sign a lease or not. You know what you everyone would say about this: Y/n, why don't you just live with Joe? As great as that sounds, living in an apartment together is one thing, but living in a house? That's a big commitment. You love Joe with your whole heart and you know he loves you just as much, if not more, but you don't know if you're quite there yet. The two of you have only been dating for six months. You think you're ready, but, you don't know if he is...

You got out of bed and went out into the living room. A smile appeared on your face as you were greeted by a barking Bean. "Hi gorgeous girl!" you exclaimed, your voice sounding like you were talking to a baby. Honestly, Bean was basically yours and Joe's baby. You got Bean out of her gated area and took her outside. Once she was done, you brought her back inside and played with her in the living room. As you were playing tug of war with her black and orange rope, your phone went off, signaling that you had gotten a text. You set the rope down and grabbed your phone, seeing that you got a message from Macee.

Macee- Hey Y/n! Joe stopped by before practice and he seemed worried about you...is everything ok?

You shook your head as you read her text. Of course he stopped by and said something. It's sweet of him to be concerned, but there's no reason for him to be concerned about you.

You- Hey! I was having a rough morning, very emotional. I'm better now though, thanks for checking in :)

Macee- Good, I'm glad! Why don't you come in with Bean? I know it's your day off, but I could use some puppy snuggles. Plus, Holly and Emma are coming in with Sophie. Maybe that'll help you out a bit?

You- Beanie and I will be there in a few. Thanks Macee❤️

Macee was right. Maybe seeing the girls would help you feel better.

~Time skip~

"And then I just started sobbing and I couldn't stop." you said, shaking your head, "Joe comforting me almost made it worse."

Macee frowned, "I'm sorry Y/n."

You shrugged, taking a bite of the sandwich Holly got you. You chewed throughly before saying, "It's okay. I've just been super overwhelmed with pretty much everything." Holly gave you a small smile, "Well we're here for you." Emma nodded, "Always." You smiled, "Thank you girls. I really appreciate it." You let out a sigh as you laughed lightly, "I'm sure I'll be fine once my period starts."

Your laughter stopped as soon as you realized what you had just said.

"Y/n?" Macee asked, her face contorting to a look of concern, "You okay?" "Yeah, you look a little pale hun." Holly said, her tone cautious.

You nodded, "Yeah," you said shakily, "um what's todays date again?" Macee looked at the calendar hanging up behind the counter, "The tenth. Why?"

Shit. Your period was supposed to start four days ago. Oh god.

"Oh shit," you breathed out, letting your head fall into your hands. "What's wrong?" Emma asked, reaching out to rub your shoulder. You took a deep, shaky breath and brought your head away from your hands.

"My periods late." Holly's eyes widened, "Oh my gosh..."

"Oh god," you groaned, feeling your face heat up and eyes well with tears, "this can't be happening."

"Hey, hey," Macee said, rushing over to you, "don't freak out yet. You said it yourself, you're under a lot of stress. I doubt you're pregnant."

"Y/n," Emma said softly, "do you have any, you know, symptoms?"

You thought about it for a moment. You didn't think you had any out of the ordinary symptoms, especially those of pregnancy. You shrugged, "Besides the late period and being really emotional and clingy with Joe, no?"

Emma nodded, "Nothing else? Like Sore boobs? Nausea? Being turned away from foods or smells you like"

You shook your head. "I wouldn't worry about it, Y/n." Holly said, smiling reassuringly.

How could this even happen?! We've been so safe. Well, actually there was that one time...on the plane...going to Arizona...oh my god! You mentally cursed yourself as you thought of your...intimate time on the flight to Arizona. It was only a couple weeks ago, meaning it is possible. Could you really be pregnant? You were brought out of your thoughts by Macee saying, "There's a Walgreens down the street if you, you know..."

You just nodded, knowing if you said anything you'd probably burst into tears. Holly smiled and wrapped her arms around you giving you a gentle squeeze.

"I'll be right back."

~time skip~

You walked out of the bathroom of the boutique, rubbing your hands on your shorts. You held two upside down pregnancy tests in your hand, not wanting to look at the results yet. You walked back over the girls and let out the breath you've been holding ever since Holly got back with a box of pregnancy tests and a bottle of water.

Emma smiled, "Whatever the results are, just know we're here for you, okay?" You nodded, "I know. Thank you."

You haven't felt this nervous in such a long time. These three minutes have felt like the longest three minutes of your life. If this test is positive, you don't even know what you'll do. You and Joe have only been dating for six months, and hell, you've only known each other for almost a year. He's moving into a house and you just got a puppy, how can the two of you even bring a baby into this mess?

You let out a sigh and held the tests out, "I cant look." Macee nodded, "I'll do it." She said softly, reaching out for the white sticks that held the fate of your future. She turned the tests over, her eyes scanning over the results. Holly looked over her shoulder and a small smile made its way onto her face. "I don't know if this is what you're hoping for but," she held one of the tests out for you to look at. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw two pink lines staring back at you.

Positive.

You're having a baby.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you held the test in your hands. Macee, Holly, and Emma all came over to you and wrapped their arms around you. You can't believe this is happening. Well, you can, considering you and Joe weren't so safe when you joined the Mile High Club... you've always thought about having kids with Joe, but not this soon in your relationship.

"You're going to be a great mom Y/n." Macee said as she rubbed your back. You wiped your tears and smiled softly at her, "Thank you."

"What's going through your mind sweetie?" Holly asked as she squeezed your free hand. You sniffled, "What if Joe doesn't want this. What if he doesn't want to be a dad?"

Emma frowned, "Oh Y/n. I promise he wants this with you. Remember when the two of you held Sophia James for the first time and Joe said you looked like a natural, and that he couldn't wait to see you hold his baby someday? Think about all the times the two of you have watched SJ for Sam and I. He's so good with her, both of you are. He will be so excited Y/n, trust me."

A tear rolled down your cheek as you gave each of the girls a tight hug. "Thank you so much. I love you girls." "We love you too," Macee said as she squeezed you gently. She pulled away and smiled sweetly, "Congratulations." "Yes, congrats!" Holly beamed as she rubbed your arms, "you're going to be the best mama, and Beanie is going to be the best big sister."

You smiled and picked up the puppy, holding her close to you. You thought back to the night where she was laying on your tummy. Bean knew about the baby before it ever even became a thought in your mind. You can already tell that Bean and the baby will be best friends. You talked to the girls about how to break the news to Joe. Holly came up with a cute idea, telling you it would be the perfect way to break the news to him. She told you to get an infant Burrow jersey and give it to him when he gets home from practice. All of the girls agreed that telling him as soon as possible would make the situation much easier on both you and Joe. You thanked the girls once again and said your goodbyes before heading across the street to the sporting goods store. You quickly bought an infant Burrow jersey and headed back home to prepare yourself for how you would break the news to Joe.

You can only hope he reacts the way the girls say he will.

~time skip~

"Y/n!" Joe called as he walked into the apartment, "I'm home!"

You gulped nervously and pulled Joe's purple LSU t-shirt back down. You were looking in the mirror, checking for any noticeable changes in my body. There weren't any yet, but there would be very soon. You took a deep breath and turned the bathroom light off, opening the door and faking a smile as you locked eyes with Joe.

"Hey you." He smiled softly, meeting you in the middle of the bathroom and the living room. "Hey," you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his torso. You laid your head against his chest and closed your eyes. "You doin' any better?" He asked, gently stroking your arm. You nodded against his chest, "I'm glad you're back home. I missed you." You felt his chest vibrate against your cheek as he chuckled, "I was only gone for a few hours sweets," he pulled away and leaned down to kiss your cheek, "but I'm glad you're feeling better."

You just smiled softly at him as you pulled away from each other. It's now or never Y/n...you thought.

You took a deep breath before you cleared your throat and looked at Joe with a smile, "Hey I uh, I have something for you." Joe stopped petting Bean and looked up at you with his brow furrowed, "For me?" You nodded, "Mhm. Go sit on the couch, I'll be right back." "Okay..." He trailed off, watching with caution as you walked into your bedroom. With shaky hands, you picked up the folded black jersey and put one of the positive pregnancy tests in your back pocket. You took a deep breath and walked out of your room and out to the living room. Joe looked at you with a smirk as he looked at what you were holding in my hands.

"Oooo, it's black," he smirked, "you know how much I love that black lace you wear." you shook your head and let out a chuckle, "Stop. It's not lingerie, sorry to get you all worked up." Joe just chuckled as he looked at you. His laughter stopped and he looked at you with a sweet smile, "What do you have sweets?" You held out the folded jersey for him. He grabbed it and unfolded it, holding up the small jersey that his baby would end up wearing in about nine months. That is, if he stays around...

"Did you shrink a jersey?" He laughed, looking at me with sly grin. You couldn't help but laugh. "No you dork," you nervously tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you spoke, "look at the tag."

You nervously fiddled your fingers as you watched him bring the jersey down and look at the tag. Your breath hitched as you watched Joe's shoulders slump slightly and his Adams apple bob as his face turned pale. You couldn't quite read the expression on his face, which made you feel even more anxious than you already were.

"Joe," you gulped, "say something please. Anything.

He took his gaze away from the jersey, his blue eyes glossy with unshed tears. "Am I really going to be a dad?" He asked, his voice cracking with emotion. You nodded, "Yeah, you are." you pulled the positive pregnancy test out of your back pocket and held it out for him to look at. Joe grabbed the test and looked at it, his chin wobbling as he saw the results.

"I'm so sorry." you said softly as your own eyes began to well up with tears. Joe looked up at you as a tear rolled down his cheek. He shook his head and dropped the jersey and pregnancy test onto the coffee table before he stood up and pulled you into a tight embrace. "What are you sorry for?"

"For getting pregnant," You sniffed, looking up at him with sad eyes, "we've only been together for six months Joe. You're getting ready to move into your new house and start another season. We've been so careful, I'm just so sorry." Joe frowned, "Oh sweetheart," he squeezed you gently before pulling away to look at you, "you have nothing to be sorry for. I want nothing more than to have a baby with you Y/n.

Your heart swelled with joy hearing his words. "Really?"

Joe nodded and let out a light chuckle, "Yes. Is this unexpected? Yeah. Are we ready? Definitely not." he cupped your cheek as he continued, "but I love you so much Y/n. It might be earlier than we both expected, but I want this with you. Only if you do too." You couldn't help but shed a few tears as he spoke. You really appreciated Joe showing his support for your options. Even if you've only been dating for six months and it's happening a lot earlier than expected, you know that you want to have this baby with Joe. Who knows, maybe having this baby will bring both of you even closer together.

"I love you so much Joe." you wrapped your arms around him, Joe doing the same. The two of you squeezed each other gently as you held each other for a few moments. Joe pulled away, smiling softly at you. "So we're doing this?" You nodded, "We're doing this."

"We're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby."

Joe grinned happily as he wrapped his arms around your body again, this time rocking you back and forth as you both laughed happily. "Wait," he paused, pulling away from you and looking down at you with a smirk, "did this happen from the plane?" You smiled sheepishly, "Maybe." He shook his head and let out an amused chuckle before capturing your lips with a long sweet kiss.

"I love you." you said, a wide smile growing on your face as you looked up at your lover. "I love you too," Joe said, "both of you." He lovingly gazed down at your tummy. You stayed in each others embrace, both silent and overwhelmed with many emotions—the main one being happiness though. Joe broke the silence with an important and unexpected question.

"Move in with me." You raised your eyebrows, taken aback by the question, "W-what?" "I was going to ask you baby or no baby," he chuckled, "but I'd really love it if you moved in with me Y/n. You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought-."

You cut him off with kiss on his cheek. You pulled away, a light blush on your cheeks as you said, "I'd love to move in with you, Joe."

He smiled, "Good. Because honestly, it would be weird without you there. I've gotten so used to your hair clogging up the drain and your makeup being all over my bathroom counter." You let out a laugh of disbelief as a playful smirk pulled at your lips, "Oh my gosh, quit. I cant help it!" He chuckled against your lips, "I know, I know. I'm just messing with you hon." You smiled, "I know you are."

Joe let out a heavy sigh as he looked down at you, his baby blues full of love and adoration. "So how long have you known? About the baby?" "I found out this afternoon. You're the only one that knows. Well, you, and Macee, and Emma, and Holly..." Joe chuckled, "So the whole team?"

You grimaced. You love the girls, but you know they probably couldn't keep the secret from their husbands. Joe will probably show up to practice tomorrow with the whole team congratulating him. Joe chuckled in response, grabbing your hand so you could both go sit on the couch. As you got comfortable on the couch, Joe leaned over the end and picked up the miniature jersey. He held up one end while you held the other end, both you with wide grins on your faces as you gazed longingly at the jersey your baby would wear someday.

Today was full of many surprises, but each surprise had you even more excited for your future with Joe.

hey loves!!

you and joe are having a baby!🥹 you went from hating eachother to having a baby together all in the span of a year, we love to see it lmao. ugh, i also just couldn't help myself, dad joe is just too sweet to write.

i'll be honest, this isn't how i anticipated this book to end. i had another idea, but i thought it was too boring so i decided to end it like this :) some are probably happy with this ending, some maybe not. I think its sweet. however, the series isn't over yet! we still have 2 more chapters to go, they're just little fluff chapters and an epilogue though, so nothing really important

thank you for all of love and support you've all shown me on this book and my other work as well. it truly means so much to me. you are all amazing and i love each and every one of you!🤍🤍

tags: @jackharloww @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover @spooky-stoner @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kkrenae @hallecarey1 @jordyn14

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #welcome to the jungle

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fryingpan1234567 · 11 months

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elaborating on my Texan Leo post

I said none of his friends were prepared for this chaotic bisexual liberal Dumb Of Ass to have a yeehaw accent. I am correct. They were not.

@moa-broke-me brought up the fabulous point that Jason goes nonverbal if English is too hard on his brain (not really related but it’s a language hc so)

The first time Percy heard it, he got so freaked out he slipped into his own hidden accent— very, very New York

Annabeth’s immediate reaction was to throw a shoe at him because he snuck up on her and her first thought about hearing that accent is That’s my dad and she’ll be damned if she lets her dad catch her playing the Sims on her Daedalus laptop. She apologized profusely as Leo iced his forehead where the Nike had connected and Jason laughed at them both

Frank just looks at him like “😐 I thought you were from Arizona” (bc Wilderness School)

Piper SCREAMS and she’s now made it a habit that every single time they pass a cow on the side of the road she asks him what kind it is (half the time he doesn’t even know)

And I could talk for a while about everyone else’s reactions as well but I want to talk more about Jason

Jason, who now has to deal with Leo getting all up in his space and whispering in his ear in that STUPID ACCENT all because he mentioned it was kinda hot

And ohohoho boy

Leo loves being hot (it’s like his whole thing)

And Leooo now has the upper hand as far as nicknames go, because Jason used to be able to give him this soft smile and start a sentence with “Hey, babe,” and Leo would live and die for him just like that

But now he gets to go “Darlin’, could you—?” and Jason blushes and gets so flustered he nearly misses Leo’s hand to give him the thing he asked for

Anyways if you have further ideas lmk I’m only MIDwestern not fully cowboy🤠🤠

#Riordanverse #jason grace #leo valdez #valgrace

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vldsideblog · 5 months

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Okay, time for a sneak peek at what I’m writing right now. Maybe the engagement will help boost my energy to actually finish writing the first chapter.

It’s for the vld x pjo au

Cw: brief mention of a death of a loved one. Specifically an elderly person.

Shiro was tired. He was tired of feeling alone, he was tired of his low paying job, he was tired of the price of his favorite gas station drink always rising.

The Arizona tea in his left hand was cold against the knit fabric of his gloves, the chill seeping in. He took another swig as he traced his steps from the bus stop back to his apartment. His living space was small, the walls were thin and the heating system barely worked. But Shiro knew it was all he could afford.

He was just lucky that he could afford an apartment in his situation.

Not even a month ago his grandmother, his last living family member, had passed. It was a bad fall, no one had expected it. And Shiro was left alone. An eighteen year old who only just finished highschool.

He’d planned on taking a gap year, but with how things were going for him, he severely doubted he’d even be able to attend college. So much for astrophysics.

So he was stuck in a shitty job, in an average town, with a not so average life. Because ever since he was a kid Shiro was fighting for his life, and not in the metaphorical sense. No. In the ‘wild and absurd monsters keep attacking me at random and the only thing that seems to kill them is a baseball bat I found in a parking lot’ kind of way.

And Shiro was exhausted.

#writing shiro is so fun man #I think imma just give him chronic pain and headaches and call it a day #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #shirogane takashi #broganes #keith kogane #I’m tagging this Keith cause he plays an important role in the story #it’s literally about him and Shiro having a brotherly relationship #I’m thinking of a full plot and everything #it’s not done yet #but the outline is forming in my noggin

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jennyboom21 · 8 months

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Over the next two days, we’ll be getting into all that and more with hours of presentations and deep-dive analyses. This is set to be a smallish, grassroots-y gathering—only 25 in-person campers are enrolled plus a dozen or so volunteers running the show. Meanwhile, about 300 remote Gaylors have signed up for streaming access to the learning sessions, building on the success of a virtual Gaylor summit that happened last year.

As a Gaylor myself, I’d be here even if Cosmo hadn’t sent me. I introduce myself to campers as we craft cute name tags for ourselves in the lobby of the Craigville Retreat Center. I meet Morgan, 30, who came here from conservative small-town Wisconsin, where she’s been living with her parents due to some unspecified tumult in her life. “I am desperate to be around gay people,” she tells me. When she heard about Camp Gaylore, “I jumped at the opportunity to come here and feel a sense of community.”

Paris, 25, a Boston-based attendee who grew up in Arizona, agrees. “With everything that’s happening legislatively right now, it’s really important to be able to find spaces where you’re able to be with like-minded individuals and feel safe and comfortable expressing yourself.”

Nevada, 25, a newcomer to the Gaylor realm, tells me they were able to attend only thanks to a scholarship the camp offered to defray the $350 tuition cost. “I really thought this was a dreamland that was completely out of reach for me,” they say. Just being here, in congress with others, feels like some kind of miracle.

So maybe I should revise: This weekend is about decoding Taylor Swift songs...but only sort of.

I didn’t travel far to get here, but I’ve come a long way. Four summers ago, I left my marriage to a straight man, right around the time Taylor released Lover. I had a passing familiarity with her oeuvre but didn’t consider myself much of a fan. I was crashing with friends—a lesbian couple—while searching for a new home and striving to create a more openly queer life for myself. With its pastel cover and pro-LGBTQ+ anthem “You Need to Calm Down,” Lover got a ton of airplay in that two-bedroom apartment. And the breakup songs—“Death by a Thousand Cuts,” “I Forgot That You Existed”—certainly spoke to me. But given everything I was going through, Taylor’s music felt like little more than a fluffy distraction.

Jump cut to the following July, when Taylor surprise-released folklore. Every lesbian I knew seemed weirdly excited for this album. With my divorce freshly finalized, I now had the bandwidth to dig in. I discovered Gaylor theories on TikTok and plunged into Taylor’s discography with an eye toward gay themes. For the first time, I listened—really listened—to 2017’s Reputation, an album marketed as Taylor not caring about her press coverage but could just as easily be about a secret queer romance powerful enough to blow up her life. This notion, of hiding in plain sight while inhabiting a straight-presenting persona, resonates deeply for me in queer readings of Taylor’s work.

Here at Camp Gaylore (alternately known as GayloreFest), the analysis is served up with mock-academic gravitas. “We all love to cosplay that we’re professors in this field of Gaylor education,” explains Madyson, 23, a camp co-organizer who hails from New York. To wit, the workshop lineup includes sessions like: “Darling, Everything’s on Fire”: An Exploration of The Hunger Games Through Taylor Swift’s Discography; Unpacking Parasocial Relationships: A Conversation in Favor of Imagination & Community; Friends of Fletcher: Themes in the Music and Visuals of Sapphic Singers & Songwriters; and “Now I’m Your Daisy”: Reimagining The Great Gatsby as Gilded Sapphic Fantasy.

What’s happening here is really nothing new—Gaylors are performing the kind of close reading that happens in pretty much every English lit seminar. For campers like Amanda, 30, a longtime Swiftie who discovered Gaylor theories during the pandemic while awakening to her own queerness, this interpretative exercise is more meaningful than the objective facts of Taylor’s sexuality. “I’m not over here trying to convert people like, ‘Hey, Taylor is gay, and it’s really important to me that you believe that,’” Amanda says. “It’s more about Taylor being this incredible writer who intertwines all these incredible things into her lyrics.”

“We are not the first gaggle of gays to go book a conference center and hang out with each other for a weekend just to talk and gab,” Madyson says. “It just so happens that we all met because Taylor Swift put out some bangin’-ass albums.”

“I don’t even care if she comes out,” Madyson adds. “I actually would prefer she didn’t because I think it’s more fun this way.”

After I check into my single room—a rustic BYO-bed-sheets situation—I return to the common area and settle in for the afternoon’s presentations. Remote presenters will be streaming from all over. A few campers here will be presenting too—streaming from a dedicated quiet room elsewhere on the property. In the common space, all sessions will be projected onto a wall.

And here I have to admit that I end up…not paying much attention to the material. In the best possible way, neither do many of the other campers. I watch as they focus on making friendship bracelets, add artistic flourishes to Gaylor-themed coloring pages, and paint each other’s nails. Chatty groups check in on solo folks: “Are you good by yourself? Would you like to come over here with us?” Sometimes a comfy silence envelops the room. A few campers even nap on couches, the presentation audio forming a sort of pleasant background drone.

This dynamic is striking in its chillness—different from most camps and retreats, where schedules are packed with structured group activities. Kae, a 26-year-old from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, much prefers the format here. Although Gaylor TikTok was helpful in “expediting” her awareness of her own bisexuality, she finds the noise of social media kind of bad for her mental health. Camp Gaylore feels like the 3D version of a friendly Gaylor group chat she joined on WhatsApp a few months ago, she says. “It’s nice, having a much smaller source of information and also a place where you can just be yourself and be accepted.”

Presentation topics aside, Taylor’s aura at camp is surprisingly scarce. The aesthetic is one of nostalgic/analog summer whimsy. Think: String lights and wildflowers. Salt air and disco balls. Strawberries and rainbow balloons. An activity table set up by camp staffers includes a deck of botanical oracle cards, the social-bonding game We’re Not Really Strangers, and a handful of book selections ranging from Emily Dickinson poems to contemporary works by queer authors like adrienne maree brown.

It’s almost as though the organizers plucked a handful of nice humans off the internet and closed tab on literally everything else, a welcome break. Gaylorism in general is Very Online—born on Tumblr, increasingly huge on TikTok. Along with Madyson, camp co-organizer Katie, 30, recently wrapped a popular Gaylor podcast called The Archers, the duo’s contribution to a booming cottage industry of queer-minded Swiftie content. (Madyson has already launched another pod.) Tess, 30, a London-based camp co-organizer, is a prolific Gaylor creator too. This camp is the group’s way of passing the mic to others to invite their perspectives, to “recognize the brilliance and beauty of our community,” as Tess puts it. There’s even been talk of starting a literary-style magazine that goes beyond Taylor and into the open waters of, well, gay lore. That’s why the camp name has an “e” at the end—an indicator of deeper possibilities.

Gaylor subculture has now gotten big enough to attract coverage from major media outlets, some of it less than favorable—a Salon article last fall compared Gaylors to QAnon. Many face harassment from a hostile cohort of Swifties known as Hetlors, notorious for a queerphobic insistence that Taylor is straight. Bullying from Hetlors has driven some Gaylors to go dark and wipe their social accounts, which explains why most here at Camp Gaylore have asked that Cosmo publish their first names only.

Taylor herself is outspoken in her LGBTQ+ advocacy—granted, as more of an ally. “I didn’t realize until recently that I could advocate for a community that I’m not a part of,” she told Vogue in 2019. But as many Gaylors like to point out, that’s not quite the same as Taylor declaring she’s 100 percent straight and cisgender either. For now, the details of her identity remain anyone’s guess.

“In a cisheteronormative world, we are more likely to assume people to be cis and straight until told otherwise than to assume they’re trans or queer,” says Melissa A. Fabello, PhD, a sex and relationships educator. Her group coaching session this weekend, titled “The Bisexuality Crisis,” will address this very subject.

Camp Gaylore’s idyllic seaside haven is blessedly Hetlor-free. Madyson, who sometimes struggles to socialize in groups, tells me they feel “soothed” mingling on our private stretch of beach. This weekend has always been more about reinforcing the Gaylorverse than dissecting Taylor’s suspected queerness. “It is very much for people to meet and see each other physically and be like, This community is just as real offline as it is online,” Madyson says. In the sand, they spell out GAYLORE in dozens of tiny seashells.

We head to dinner in the large dining hall for a taco buffet—a communal setup that amuses Nevada. “This is so sweet, like the positive parts of going inpatient at the psych ward,” they joke. Then an earnest elaboration: “It’s just nice that other people understand what I’m thinking. I don’t have to explain a million things. I don’t have to be like, Okay, I guess I’ll let you ignore my pronouns. It’s a very good space.”

Afterward, we gather around an outdoor firepit for s’mores and impromptu performances. One camper breaks out an acoustic guitar and shares songs she wrote during a period of homelessness. Her voice is husky and powerful—a howl of survival. A few campers pass around a bong. Inside jokes are hatched. “As cliché as it sounds, I do feel like I’ve known these people forever,” says Lee, 33, a camper from California who credits Gaylor theories with fueling her lesbian awakening seven years ago. For her, this night is “cathartic.”

In the 10 o’clock hour, everyone heads back inside to watch the livestream of the Eras Tour. This has been a ritual for many of us since Taylor hit the road in March. Lots of campers have been tracking the surprise acoustic songs she performs each night—one or two per show, with no repeats from the pre-Midnights archive unless she messes up.

Tonight, Taylor is in Pittsburgh. One member of the Gaylor community—not at camp with us but someone who’s friends with a few campers—has been publicly campaigning for Taylor to play “ME!” at this stop, a track many Gaylors love (see: the big gay energy of its music video). Taylor playing “ME!” would be everything, a definitive acknowledgement of us.

As the livestream plays, campers string together bead bracelets with Gaylor references—the letters “SITBTTEBM” (“She is the best thing that’s ever been mine”), the phrase “WIDE EYED GAYS” (an intentional misspelling of the “All Too Well” lyric). Then the first surprise song begins: It’s “Mr. Perfectly Fine,” off Fearless. Everyone groans. The second song is a miss too: “The Last Time,” from Red. So much for “ME!”

Everyone is super bummed. A few campers even cry a little bit. But there’s beauty in the heartbreak too—something profound and unifying in our shared disappointment. “Even if Taylor were to go away and never do another thing, I feel like we still have this,” Amanda tells me later. “And that’s really cool.”

The big social event of the weekend, on the second and final night, is prom. Given that it’s being held in the retreat’s tabernacle building, camp staffers have printed out a color picture of Jesus, along with big letters that spell out “LYRICS TOO?”—a cheeky nod to the fact that we’re in a house of worship but mostly a deep-cut Gaylor reference (to something once uttered by Taylor’s pal and collaborator Jack Antonoff). A tattooed camp staffer DJs from a heavily stickered laptop, next to a whirling party light that scatters rainbow beams throughout the space.

Many of our prom looks are encoded with Taylor allusions. One camper wears a tiered, ruffled frock in pastel hues, à la Taylor’s Lover era. Another, channeling the Reputation album art, dons a matching corset and skirt in newsprint-pattern fabric. Still another is turned out in the crochet crop tank Taylor wore while promoting Midnights, its colors a near-perfect match for the lesbian pride flag tacked to one wall.

“Cruel Summer”—a Gaylor fave, theoretically chronicling Taylor’s rumored relationship with supermodel Karlie Kloss—blasts from the speakers. The dance floor fills up. We scream-sing the lines about sneaking in through the garden gate, about the shape of a lover’s body being new. As the song reaches its bridge, our collective joy turns incandescent.

“It felt like 70,000 of us in the room,” Lee marvels the next day as campers pack up to leave. “This was the most magical weekend of my summer—and I’ve been to the Eras Tour twice.”

Frankie de la Cretaz is the co-author of Hail Mary: The Rise and Fall of The National Women's Football League. Their work has been featured in The New York Times, The Atlantic, Rolling Stone, and more.

#gaylorefest #gaylor swift x msm #Gaylor swift x mainstream media #Gaylor swift x cosmopolitan magazine #swiftgron #Swiftgron x msm #Swiftgron x mainstream media

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hi !! i got this idea from some of my other mutuals (evildead and ratoffstring and sharktoothedfae) can you tell me about some things you enjoy ? please and thank you !! :3

!!!!! oh boy I just took a big hit off my pen let’s seeeee

I. Love. Making. Little. Drinks. I love the rituals and craft of coffee and tea and cocktails. I love it at my job, and nowadays the only thing I really dislike about being a manager is that it means I can’t bar as often as I’d like. I love it at home where I brew myself & my partner & our roommate coffee with my French press on our days off. I have strong opinions on coffee roasts and types of tea and gin. I love light roasts and used to especially lean towards light roasts so acidic that they’d curdle milk/nondairy/etc. I prefer something that’s less heartburn inducing for my regular nowadays(Starbucks Green Apron & Anniversary Blends my beloved)(Atomic Coffee Cabot Street my beloved)(Trade Coffee in general my beloved). Likewise, I also really like shitty cumbies gas station coffee, and instant coffee, and Arizona iced teas and what have you. I do NOT like energy drinks because most of them are carbonated(yucky)(aside from when it’s alcohol that’s carbonated for some reason?). But I do like Monster’s Lemon or Raspberry Iced Tea if I ever need one. I’m just a beverage opinions girlie.

On a similar note I also really love herbs and other botanicals !! I have a little “apothecary” near my altars and also a big tea/coffee/herbs cart in the kitchen lol, and used to dabble in making different cordials and tinctures and stuff- and I wanna start doing more of that again soon. But I also just like rose and mugwort teas now. I’m in the process of setting up an old snake tank as a little herb garden and I’m excited!!! :3 My mom and I had an herb garden & a vegetable garden (+ the home to one fuckass big blackberry bramble) when I lived with my parents so I’m sosososo excited to make a little one againnnn.

I love cooking dinner and more specifically I love cooking dinner for @demonicomens . I love cooking them good food & experimenting w stuff I think they will like. I also like introducing them to the concept of a sunbutter & jam sandwich(and the next time we get bananas I have promised a sunbutter and banana sandie). I like peeling oranges for them and cutting strawberries into hearts for them. Now I’m just thinking about how much I lovelovelove cooking & baking for other people.

I have lost the energy to ramble. I love decorating my spaces. Here was my living room at some point, I wanna take newer pictures when I put more stuff on the walls (as usual)

Finally that gay bitch the Master (Rory!Master AU my beloved).

Thank youuuuuu

#oops I talked A Lot

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June 2022

This is the month before Dolores leaves Phoenix to move to Kansas. Tomorrow I will be posting the July 2022 post, where we'll get to see some very important events leading to the end of Dolores and J's relationship. Not crazy explicit, but another potentially dub con situation so read with caution. Below for more Dreams, Ink and Embers.

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

June 16, 2022.

Today, Julius and I have been together for 46 months! We are so close to 4 years...

CW: Sexually explicit content, explicit language and vague dub con. Cheating. MDNI.

...I’ve never been happier and I feel so at peace. We keep jumping from strength to strength.

We moved out from our respective places and moved into a house that we shared with another couple.

It feels really fun to be living with him. I feel like I have a best friend and a lover at all times. Anyway, no idea what he’s planning for today.

“This is so cute, Julius,” I said, swooning as we came up the stairs of a building onto the roof top.

Everything was already set up for us, a beautiful table in the middle with two chairs and silverware, rose petals scattered the floor, and there was a candle on the table.

It was honestly so cute, and I had no idea where this was going.

I hoped it was more than just a dinner, I’ll admit that. I hadn’t been pestering him but he seemed more ready than ever to propose.

Still, I kept my hopes low and just enjoyed the night for what it was: a cute, romantic dinner with a beautiful view of Phoenix at night.

We each had chicken dishes, along with potatoes, and rice. I drank vodka with OJ, pineapple juice, and more vodka.

After a while of laughing, this conversation started.

“I know we’ve talked about marriage before but, lately I’ve really had it on my mind. Living with you has been honestly the best…” he said, and then he paused for a second.

Oh, hello love, for you, I have so many words. But I, I forget where we were…

I looked at him, eyebrows furrowed slightly in cute confusion. He always said I looked like a little rabbit.

“You okay, Tough Man?” I asked confused.

“Yeah, sorry… I lost my train of thought with that one. I think I just meant to say that I know I want to be with you forever, Dolores.”

I smiled and kissed him, “I want to be with you forever, Julius…”

Julius smiled for a second, and then kissed me again, “I think you’d make an amazing mother and a wife I just wouldn’t deserve, too sweet and too perfect for me.”

“I’ve been so happy, lately, Julius… You’ve changed me so much since we met,” I played with his beard a little, and smiled as I looked into his dark eyes.

“These last few months are the happiest I’ve been in years and since I met you I have grown and learned so much,” he told me, standing to give me a hug.

We shared a tight hug and I couldn’t help but laugh, “you always squeeze me like you wanna pop me.”

“I’d love to drink whatever comes out of you when you pop,” he kissed me and then we returned to our seats to finish dinner.

I remember feeling so sad that he hadn’t proposed to me that day, and of course years later, I’d find out that he had been planning to propose on our 4 year anniversary.

June 18, 2022

A few days after the dinner, Julius invited some of his friends to come with us to Arizona Wonderspaces in Scottsdale. The two friends, Charlie and Owen, both lived on the way to the event space, so Julius agreed to pick them up.

It was pretty much universally agreed: everyone would be getting stoned in the parking lot of Wonderspaces and then we’d make an appearance and interact with the art experience.

What I wasn’t planning on though was everything starting to get derailed.

After we arrived, after we had smoked, Julius looked up from his phone and said, “Raphael said he’s pulling up right now.”

“Raphael is coming?” I asked, confused and beginning to rub my temples. As an introvert, I was already going out of my way so much that day, and now Raphael was going to be there too.

I was less than amused.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, I did forget to tell you. Wanna keep smoking a little longer?” Julius tried to make it up to me.

“Yes please… Give me two minutes and I’ll catch up with you guys,” I felt so bad but I was a very anxious person and I needed to be prepared in advance for events and people.

Julius gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and then turned to Charlie and Owen, “let’s start walking boys. Slow though, she’s got little legs.”

He got out of the car with his friends, and I stayed smoking. I took another 7-9 deep puffs of smoke, and let them out slow but completely.

I caught up with the boys, clung onto J’s arm as we approached the part of the mall the experience was in. Right outside, Raphael stood waiting. He turned to greet us, and went right for Julius and the boys first.

“Dude, you have the tickets… I’ve been standing here like a fucking criminal…” Raphael told Julius, giving him a hug.

He greeted Charlie and Owen casually with hand shakes, and a typical, “lookin’ strong dude” to each one.

I was bored out of my mind, wondering why we were in a queue and when I would get to start seeing pretty lights. I was so stoned and already had an airpod in to disappear during the experience.

Raphael finished his introductions to the boys, Julius had circled back to stand beside me by now but was distracted talking to Charlie and Owen.

In this one second with Julius and his friends occupied, Raphael took my hand and kissed it. I remember thinking it was inappropriate, and trying to focus my attention on his eyes to voice my discomfort.

That was the only thing, I hadn’t ever looked into his eyes until that moment and maybe being stoned added to it, but the memories came flooding back in. Dreams of love with a man named R. The love was harsh, cruel, and possessive. It was all encompassing, it was powerful beyond words.

But it was scary and dangerous and unstable. Nothing would be promised, nothing ever could be promised with R.

As our eyes met, Raphael smiled at me, and his eyes looked so confident. All he said to me was, “So happy to finally meet you.”

I immediately got mad.

Raphael and I had met and been around each other numerous times. I pulled my hand from his, annoyed, and turned my attention to Julius, who was already turning to me.

“I hate this guy, can you stand in between us?” I gave my biggest puppy dog eyes to Julius without really meaning to.

Julius looked at Raphael and started to laugh, “you can’t pretend not to know the Princess.”

I honestly tuned out their conversations after that, moving to the back of the group and listening to music while we wandered through each exhibit.

Raphael, Owen, and Charlie had all decided to get drinks from the bar, and when we met up with them again we were in the coolest mirror-light exhibit I had seen in a while.

Julius met up with them while I wandered aimlessly down the aisle in view of him. I was pretty fucking stoned and having a really nice time by then. The lights are still and luminescent, the energy is just electric.

See, since I had remembered the R dreams, I found it incredibly hard to breathe. My heart was racing, my face and body were hot. I was trying to maintain my distance from Raphael, just because I did not want to interact with him.

They ended up coming towards me and I noticed that each one of them was carrying 2 drinks. They had bought 6 drinks. From the looks of it, too, both drinks were just several shots of whiskey or bourbon.

I tried to focus on the conversation to see what they were saying, still shifting along the floor and glancing at the reflections, the lights…

“Honestly, Ralph, that’s just messed up. Did you at least pay for it?” Julius asked him, and then grabbed me by the arm pulling me to him.

I spun and landed in his arms, Julius held me in place and I looked up to see Raphael standing a couple feet in front of us. Again, his dark eyes were glued onto my eyes.

He pulled his eyes away and turned his attention back to Julius, responding with, “yeah, man, why wouldn’t I? You think I’m broke?” Raphael sounded kind of angry all of a sudden.

Julius laughed and turned to give me a kiss. I kissed him and held his face, “can we go into the next exhibit?”

“Of course, Dolly,” Julius said with a smile and gave me another kiss.

In this next room, though, there were red lights hung on thin chords, with glowing white lights in between them. We went in a line, I was first, then Julius, Owen, Charlie, and Raphael.

Eventually, though, maybe overcome by all the darkness and the floating lights, and all highly intoxicated in one way or another; the line broke apart.

I didn’t notice it immediately, too engulfed in the lights. So, when I felt the hot hands touch my shoulders, I whispered, “Julius…”

Am I not the one you’re dreaming of, my angel?

I was wearing a pink dress. It was delicate, his hands start to lift the dress up my thigh. One hand holds up the front of the dress, the other grips my neck.

His hand moves down to my panties, and he touches me along my clit. He knows my body so well… Like he’s known it for so many years…

His mouth comes to my neck and he gives me a kiss. It’s wet and hot, and I’m trembling against his touch.

The lights are dazzling me, and I start moaning, “kiss me… kiss…” I was turning towards him quickly reaching up to wrap my arms around him.

He was pulling me in by the waist when I met his eyes.

If our love is so wrong, tell me, why does it feel so right?

Those weren’t my J’s eyes. Staring back at me was Raphael, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his eyes focused on mine.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“You okay, Lola?” Raphael asked me, letting me go.

“Why would you do that, Raphael?” I asked, my voice getting annoyed so fast. “I’m going to tell Julius.”

“Are you?” Raphael asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Okay, do you mind if I tell him about you and this little skirt?” Raphael’s voice was dark and stern.

“My outfit doesn’t mean anything, you pervert,” I replied very angrily, wanting to get away from him before I started to scream at him.

“That’s not necessarily what I mean… That skirt came up pretty easy for a man that isn’t your man,” Raphael stood nearby, blocking me into this little space I’d wandered into.

He felt like a wild predator. He was a Lion, a hunter stalking it’s prey. He made me furious, he scared me, I wanted to kick him.

“Maybe because I thought it was my man,” I was exacerbated and didn’t want to get angrier with him, so I looked him in the eye, and said very forcefully, “take me back to Julius.”

“What if I didn’t?” Raphael asked, crossing his arms and leaning into look at me.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, shaking him, “Take me now! The next time I reach for you, I’ll be grabbing your hair and tearing it out.”

He laughed but grabbed my wrist and took me back to the group. It hadn’t even been three minutes, nobody noticed we were gone.

In another room, there were these silver balloons in the center of the room. Around the room, on all of the walls and the floors and ceiling, were rings within rings within rings. Just a circular, particle filled repeating pattern. It was hypnotizing.

I stood beside Julius on one side of the room, the two of us talking and laughing together. I’m not sure where his friends were, or if there were cameras in the experience, but Julius started to kiss and touch me.

I moaned against his kisses, trying to push out of mind what happened with Raphael. As he touched me though, as we kissed, I noticed that Raphael was staring at me.

Those dark eyes were burning, they looked angry, staring from across the room. I remember thinking to myself that he seemed set on destroying the life his best friend was creating and I wondered if it was jealousy.

I closed my eyes, and continued to focus on Julius and our relationship.

Although, now there was a thought burning in my mind. What were the R dreams? And why did Raphael look so much like the man in those dreams?

SONG REFERENCE I Forget Where We Were by Ben Howard Meet Me in the City by Lord Huron

#smut #dub con #spicy books #dark romance #creative writing #original story #writeblr #lyondie #bluestlyon

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sundere1181 · 5 months

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Sometimes i feel like there’s important facts of me an my childhood that i jist forget so here are some things that have happened to me that you might consider odd because i love talking abt myself

-when i was four i got run over by a horse drawn carriage transporting horse shit to dump with my amish grandma. I escaped with only a huge ass leg bruise bc she laid on top of me (thanks grandma u a real one 🙏)

-every single year when i was younger it was a tradition to go to the NFR every year and it was also a tradition for me to get sick and miss it every year. One of those times (also when i was four i think) i got croup, woke up in the hotel room unable to breathe, and nearly died. Also my parents waited for this to happen twice before driving me to the hospital. I now have an extreme fear of suffocating

-my dad hung me on a peg by my overalls once because i was being a brat

-this was much more recent but once i had just run in the rodeo and was getting off and my horse spooked for no reason and ping ponged off a bunch of trailers and trucks with my hanging precariously off the side of him. I also escaped that with only a large bruise (this time on my ribs)

-i have fallen off many, many horses. One memorable time was when i fell off one and slid down a fence, hitting my head on every rung, and my parents friend offered me chocolate to make me stop crying (it worked)

-ive been on diners drive ins and dives when i was seven. I said “its so good i just want to keep eating it”.

-my kindergarten teacher tried to convince my mom to put me in counseling bc i was smarter than her and kept correcting her spelling and grammar

-i grew up on an isolated ranch in Wyoming until i was thirteen (my parents were the ranch foremen and very busy and i didnt see them alot) (i used to think i had gone insane)

-we used to be ‘snowbirds’ which means VERY YEAR we would pack up our shit in our truck and car and horse trailer and move to a different state. We lived in wyoming and arizona. In wyoming we had the ranch and our house, but in arizona we stayed in a different house every single year. When we moved to az permanently when i was thirteen we moved around a lot STILL because we couldnt figure out where the fuck we wanted to live. Long story short, im really good at packing my shit and leaving. Also, on one instance of driving across the country, i stayed in the horse trailer the whole time with nothing but a few books, an ipad that died an hour in, and a chocolate milkshake. It was awesome

-the ONE year our ranch had calves, one of them got sick with deadly diarrhea i think. We named her Loretta and i slept the night with her in the scale house once. We buried her right next to where we dumped the horse shit and i found a drowned squirrel in our horses water tub to bury with her. My parents think it was a rat but i knew it was a squirrel

-one time we went to the top of the mountain that we lived right next and was owned by the ranch (we kept the heifers on it) to spread my grandpas ashes and when we got to the bottom i looked up and there was a very sooty looking tornado at the top of the mountain.

-there was this dinner and show thing we used to go to in wyoming called the bar j and we were friends with one of the guys in the band so we sat at the same table everytime. There was a space outside where kids would play and past the “restricted area” was a little stone memorial for a dead couple that i always went to whenever it got too loud.

#i cant think of anything else but if i do i’ll edit the post #sun’s originals

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drugstoreglitter · 9 months

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location : uncle joe’s crab shack, fort lauderdale, florida.

featuring : FRANKALLIE !!!!! but it’s an au in which they’ve never met

for : @gallagherisms

it’s a red-hot florida summer, tide low, coast sandy, and the temperature’s already pushing ninety. saturday was meant to be her day of rest and relaxation in a rare week off from the yachting season, but so far all she seems to do is pick up the slack left by her brothers. she should be out in the van, tearing down the highway with dolly blaring from her tinny speaker, flowers in her hair and incense hanging from the mirror. she could even be tanning on an aft deck off the adriatic coast right now, a shammy in her hand and the sun on her back, had she booked on for another week of work rather than taking a so-called ‘holiday’. instead, she’s trapped inside uncle joe’s crab shack covering for leo while he plays hooky to nail some chick from arizona, because technically she owes him one, and when a castro makes a promise they take that shit to their grave. but fuck if she doesn’t wish she were someone else right now. take that cute curly-haired chick with the killer smile, for example — probably a holiday maker, sat with a bunch of other fresh faces, laughing at kai who runs the whiskey cove paddle board tours — looks like she’s having the time of her life, a stress-free existence, where all she probably has to worry about is what colour bikini to wear and whether or not she’s gonna let kai get the home run tonight. why do girls like that always end up with douchebags like kai. it’s fucking unfair. still, frankie’s trying to be a force of positivity, live laugh love in the moment and remind herself of everything there is to be grateful for, but it’s hard when it’s hot enough that it feels like sweat drips from the ceiling like stalactites, and her supposed ‘break’ has been pushed back so many times that she’ll likely have to go without. whatever. four’s only like, an hour away. she can manage ‘til then.

can you check on table fifteen, it’s the big one with the out-of-townies, kelly’s asking her, loading frankie with another two plates before she can leave the kitchen, wince bitten in by her teeth. feels like being a stewardess all over again, but there’s a reason she’d made the switch to deck crew. she’s not good at saving face and sucking back how she really feels when faced with opposition. she can’t just lie back and think of england, never had a mother who stuck around long enough to teach her the secret handshake that held the code to being a girl. “ can’t you just get bodhi to do it ? i’m already covering, like, five tables, and those guys look super picky. ” kai’s always asking for like, the weirdest thing on the menu, and then adding on a load of vegan, gluten-free, soy-free extras, as if he wants you to fuck up his order so he can write you a bad review on tripadvisor. the only thing worse than working when you’re supposed to be on holiday is serving people your age who are actually out having fun. “ fine, whatever. i can get their drinks orders. but then i gotta take my fifteen minutes. let me just run these lobsters over to table twelve. ”

somewhere in the short commute, the instructions get lost in translation, frankie instead standing before the HBO remake of forgetting sarah marshall at table fifteen, all of them fresh from the surf and smelling of saltwater. “ two surf ‘n’ turfs ? ” frankie asks, ignored at first, then clears her throat, asks for the second time, cutting through the conversation a little more coarsely. “ anybody order these surf ‘n’ turfs ? ” these plates are fucking hot. her eyes are kinda pleading with the curly girl on the end, and it’s only when she feels a tap against her back and a child’s voice that says, uh, i think those are ours... that frankie realises her mistake. “ balls. ” embarrassed, she whips around on her heel with such a voracity that there’s no time to slow her roll, and there’s a body where an empty space is meant to be, an edgar wright smash cut to something wholly unexpected, like that scene where regina gets totalled by a bus. she smacks straight into bodhi, now outfitted in the contents of his two seafood platters, her own spread of steak and lobster flying into the customer behind her’s lap, too startled to even hear the gasps of the hawaii five-o extras or the kid that’s covered in chowder. prawns hanging from her uniform, frankie turns back to the to the customer ; a lobster now sits like a cat in her lap and beef dripping clings to her shirt. “ holy fuck... i am so sorry. like, you have no idea. ” kelly’s gonna put her fucking head on a roasted halloumi and vegetable skewer. cautiously, frankie plucks the lobster from her lap. in her head, he grows an animated mouth, tells her cheer up, kid, it might never happen. well it fucking has happened. the most ridiculing moment of her life, thus far. “ please don’t tell my boss, i’m not even meant to be working today, i’m just covering for my stupid... jesus, why am i saying this ? you don’t care about my idiot brother. ” foot in mouth disease. sighing, frankie drops down, and begins plucking the fragments of plate from the floor where the sad steak sits in a pool of it’s own trimmings. “ um, i can like... cover your meal ? ” she says, her eyes scanning back up to the surfer chick covered in surf ‘n’ turf, the full florida experience. “ or your drinks, if you’re just drinking. ” though it’ll probably cost her the entire day’s pay check with the shit they’ve been drinking. it’s like margaritaville on crack. “ look... can you just... tell me how i can make this up to you ? because if i don’t then i’m not gonna sleep tonight. i’ll just keep seeing your face and bolting upright in bed like that rigged little dummy kid in monsters university, y’know. ”

#this is the ANTI meet cute x #meet gross !!!!!#frankie & callie.#can't believe im seeing their names together again.... after all this time.....#⥂ frankie castro. ╱ threads.#⥂ verse. ╱ frankallie au.#anyways it goes w out saying dont match this JKDGSKDJKGSJKHDKGHSDHG #not sure what possessed me.....#clearly i love talking abt the stresses and pressures of the hospitality industry !!

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darckcarnival · 2 years

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I know you aren't a fanfic writter

or maybe you are but

Can you do a drabble of Darck with the prompt 'Oh Death', like the song oh death?

Ask an ye shall receive.

I've not written fanfic in years, as life is hard, and roleplay is wild. But I can happily do this for you.

Yes, people may reblog this should they wish.

WARNING: Depressing topics, blood, gore, many mentions of death, violence, heart break, not beta read we die like heathens. Also incredibly long and just random glimpses into random events. I apologize for this mess, I just word vomited.

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MMMMmmmmmMMMmmm... mmmmMMMMMmmmmm...

Eternity and death, hand in hand, so cold and always there. No one escapes one nor the other. Not even creatures destined to wander the world unaging- even they can feel the looming dread of the swinging sword of Damocles, like a ticking clock, waiting to take even the most ancient heads. Or the most powerful, or rich, the poor...

Oh Death...

It comes for all. And the brunette was no exception. Hard to kill? Yes, sure. Durable, fast, powerful, and oh so very clever. But over the years had become more self destructive, taking risks in order to keep others out of danger. It what had placed the half vampire in this position she found herself in now. Having gotten wind of a facility somewhere situated in the middle of nowhere Arizona. Tore through the security personnel, their ranks decimated. Bringing death in the never ending cycle, for some sort of greater good of this world. Bringing wrath upon those that create horrifying impersonations of real things, or to unleash the worst of the worst upon the world.

Oh Death...

At the base, the power was disabled. Self destruct initiated... But Darck had been weakened, sickened. Movements sluggish and time less than expected... The explosion had been absolute. Firey, destructive, stone and concrete collapsing. The woman herself barely dragging her broken body across the cold stone once above ground, fingers digging into dirty and sand as she left behind a trail of crimson, staining the earth that lay charred and burning behind her. In this moment, moments flashed before the woman's eyes. Glimpses of her life till now, comparing. Just how lonely and cold this existence was, body thumping onto the earth.

Ooohh Death. Won't you spare me over another year-

How many years had gone by since that fateful day? So very long ago. A small night, no one would expect. A singular child too far from home, wild in spirit and uncontrolled. But so full of frustration from the situation at home. Too much noise, too much cigarette smoke, too many drunks. Always with the sports get together. Even if mother truly did love and care, the one remaining brother protective- nothing mattered when too many fools were in one confined space.

It's what started this cycle of endless death. Too foolish of a kid to be wise. Reckless, wild, free. Just a 13 year old armed with a simple machete to cut away bushes and grass. Raised on the wild, to respect the hunt and how to survive out in the world with only her two hands. But nothing could prepare someone so young, so steeped in respecting of life, of what could come from the dead.

The cold grew, the panic began. Seeing the corpses in the woods, stood and walking. In perfectly formation of patrol. And looking for the lone living human, who cut her way through the wilderness. Heart beat pounding wildly within her tiny rib cage. Voice having long since run away, trying to keep quiet between every panting breath. But it was futile. One lone child could do nothing against the puppets of death, with their master tugging the strings so close. Finding this a fun game of cat and mouse. No matter how many skulls were cracked, or how many knees removed, Darck couldn't escape. This was where she would die. Alone. And to be cornered in this clearing, surrounded by rotten corpses like a fence of dead flesh, with the man who controlled them stood dead center. Laughing. Taunting. Fangs bared, monstrous mocking. Vampire he'd claimed, or something like it. Nothing like the movies or story books. So much worse.

Well what is this that I can't see?!

Grabbed, lifted, offered and toyed with. Fighting back. It was nothing more than a rag doll or little cub, fighting back against the impossible beast. Even as she screamed out at the top of her lungs, no one came. Alone. Alone. Alone. What could anyone do? She realized too late, nothing. Anyone she loved or knew, would just become like those here. It was a walking grave in waiting.

With ice cold hands taking hold of me...

Just 13, did she fight back. Doing anything she could. Crying, terrified, but refusing to give in. Swinging her weapon with suddenly found strength to damage the monsters face that held her up. And it was the final nail within the proverbial coffin to sweep her life away. Tiny body thrown with rage. Hitting a pine tree enough to jostle her head, knock the wind from her lungs, dazed, stunned. The memory and agony that followed was still crystal clear. Monster ripped the weapon free, used it on her, and cleaved right into the hip and gut with one singular swing of strength. Embedded within her form and the trunk behind, pinned in place as the blade ripped into her spinal chord. Pain taking the voice away and panic setting in. She couldn't feel anything, everything was falling apart. Blood stained the earth, moonlight shined above, and so very far away, lights flickered of the tiny town and the houses she'd left the safety of... Home so far away, never to be returned again.

It was then the one that turned her came. Enraged at such acts blatantly that endanger their society as a people. An older vampire, ancient blood. Tore through that fiend like he was nothing, and reduced the corpses into ash and clothes. Nothing left but the blood on rocks and grass. Darck felt her eye's beginning to blur, darkness closing in. The body going cold. Death waiting at the proverbial gates...

When the offer was made. This ancient being knelt before the little figure, hand out, and made the offer, a chance, to be reborn again. Not die here so young and without meaning. To become a predator of the night, and ensure such filth like what had taken her chance of life away, wouldn't be able to do it again.

Oh death, please consider my age Please don't take me at this stage...

She'd accepted. The start of eternity and a repeating cycle. A soul in pain, heart on her sleeve, but will power and urge to protect never burning out. Bitten, and turned, into something that walks both life and death on the razor thin edge. Halfling, meant to be in both world. But also meant to be a fighter, to be under a thumb, under control... A control she regularly couldn't be grabbed by. Refusing to be a tool, and refusing to be alone again...

The years ticked on slowly, growing, learning, advancing. Gaining power and skill. Perhaps, it had been the urge to impress, be accepted, find some sort of affection that had the young vampiress seeking to please the sire back then. Get better. And ignore her trauma, no matter how much she missed her family, what was left of it. A mother left grieving for the lost daughter, only remaining older brother weeping for a lost sister. No closure, only grief. They can never know for their own safety.

A world of monsters, haunts, undead, supernatural, just waiting under the veil of this world, hanging by a thread. Those lines however, would blur more and more over the years...

MMMMmmmmmmMMMMmmmmm...

However, she still ran honorable work for her sire and his contacts. To keep things in check, under wraps. Like a well trained assassin or soldier, even so young. And over these years, she had still made a few friends here and there! People to remember, to laugh with, spend time with now and then. Never for too long, as her Master wished to keep such an asset close. Yet still she had found comfort and contact with these she had met. Much like found family... Never to replace what had been lost, but filled the void left behind all the same.

When god is gone, and the devil takes hold- Who will have mercy on your soul...?

And that's what had led her to push too hard, for her power, the control, over anything she could. Further than any half breed ever should go. To impress her Sire, and use the strength for new friends... It trapped the woman within the shadows. 1998, beginning of July. The summer heat suddenly gone, the light drowned away. And Darck incapable of reaching out or connecting with anything, anyone. Alone. Banging upon the edges of the darkness, that realm within every shadow just underneath reality, watching the world go by unawares. Like a prison of death of the mind and spirit.

Oooohh Death...

Forced the young woman's hand, just 19, nearly 20. Learn the shadows best as possible. Interact via the darkest corners. She could move items, in and out. Small ones. Try and leave things behind. Even try and block a door or stairs, perhaps lock something, unlock another. The darkness always encroaching...

Ooh OH Death

She watched, horrified, at what monsters were made behind closed doors. The dead walking, but no puppeting, no master. Just hunger, just rot. And other monsters came in their wake. A nightmare made real once again, like reliving the same night over and over again. Every spiraled so far out of control. And Darck was left powerless, could do nothing. But watch. Pray. And help those select few survivors she had found, however she could.

Oh, oh~ Death~

For several months did she remain trapped. Slowly feeling her mind unraveling. Getting desperate. Perhaps able to escape briefly for short stints of time, only to be dragged right back in. Like she was dying over and over again. Watching the survivors go through hell more than once, and entire city falling into the nightmare hellscape right out of a movie. And the fear within Darck began to numb. Forcefully traumatized beyond her limits, until she no longer feared the dead. Instead popping between shadows, darkness, where she could. To try and help. Leave behind items to be found, block things off, anything. Only barely capable of using typewriters to communicate.

Anyone would think they had gone mad. And it mattered not... Darck did everything she could. The city gone, time passed, December came. Island blown up, the cold unfelt later. The nightmares continued. It was blurring together.

Oh Death.

Six months of personal death and emptiness in that timeless dark. Until her sire had pulled the young one free, now 20. Weakened, but alive. Yet forever changed. Slowly nursed back to health once more. Now mastered the shadows, the steps between places. Stronger, faster, but mind wild. Still doing her best. For a year did the woman fight to improve. Until...

Abandoned. Left behind in nowhere America. Her Sire had taken her there to learn survival, and left her. Never came back. Alone. Alone. How it always repeated over and over. The halfling waited days, and days became a week. Until she finally broke down. Her mind and emotions so damaged and frayed that it couldn't be taken any longer, and the hunger for something familiar sank in. Driving her to scramble and rush in tears towards that old lonely town from lost child hood. Leaving behind drained animal carcasses in her wake. Death.

It had been the first person to come across her, Alvin, that calmed the half vampire. An old friend of the child's life once lost, now grown. A best friend and closest confidant- it's what had drawn Darck to pour her heart and soul out. Every word a truth for this poor human in over his head while holding the weeping vampire who had lost herself so long ago.

No wealth, no ruin, so silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul...

That drove Alvin to abandon his life. Pack his truck and bags, leave a note, and ran. Vanishing, proverbially killing his public life, to travel with Darck. Keeping her from bringing danger too anyone else, and to help keep her safe. So they traveled together, hand in hand. Always keeping one another safe as she taught him how to survive and fight the supernatural. While he brought her more comfort and calm, to be a person again. It was good... For a time...

Had even become a loving pair, dating. And Alvin had proposed so long ago. Engaged in their odd life and making plans for a better future. Figuring things out. Joyful with the brief glimpse... However nothing lasts. Death comes for all. None more so than humans, but even those of eternity feel the cold fingers upon their shoulder. Greeting like an old friend.

Oh Death...

It had led the two beaten, bloodied, bruised, by an enemy simply called 'Yorik'. Darck couldn't kill him, too young, too inexperienced, and it left her teetering on the edge of control. And Alvin had run out of ammo long ago, limping, and at his limit. Yet this monster did not kill them. He had a worse fate in store. Having driven the young vampire into the limits of her control, survival instinct was kicking in. And wanted to see who lives or who dies...

Alvin wouldn't let her die, nor hurt anyone else. The man dragging her away to a safe house, an old bunker. Sealing the two in, even as Darck started to loose control to the beast inside, begging Alvin leave. Lock her in. Save himself. But should he do that, it would have spelled potential death for the woman instead. And he would never do that. So instead, he sat his injured self across the room, weapons tossed. Told her to live, he was dead either way.

Even as the woman lost control, and tore into him, the human continued to repeat 'I forgive you' over and over again. Until he died. Even as she drained him. Never did she get his soul, him having died before she could lay claim, but it made her live... With the guilt and weight snapping what was left of her frayed sanity. Alone. Burned the remains and left nothing for her to return too...

Well I am death, none can excel! I open the door to heaven or hell...

So alone Darck had been. So long. Now solo act, somewhat unhinged, and never would hesitate to pull the trigger. Creatures and people left in her wake of wrath that deserved such fates, others saved from horrible ends. Keeping them from suffering her history, best as she could. Contacts made, alliances forged, without even realizing it. Always gathering information, spying on others. Even checking in on those she had once seen so very many years ago. Death having been an old dance partner now... She saw so many loved ones die, but then live again, rinse, repeat...

Oh Death.

2002 and onward her heart had throbbed, ached, died and born again. Watching more and more events unfold between the lines of her side of this world, and how the other twisted into madness. She saw it all from the shadows now held in perfect control. Across the glove, events cropped up, trying to rinse, repeat, become worse, of the history that came from the past... Still did death come and go. Darck's hands working diligently to give any help she could while out of sight. Give items, give help, give notes. And sometimes needing to step in when the supernatural became too much, taking her gun in hand, to save others, or slay.

Ever Swaying upon the dangerous edge of life in this dance, careful to pull others back upon the safety's side, while lingering just so close upon that abyss. Staring within it, and it staring back, ever ready for one or the other. Like a fractured hourglass waiting for every grain of sand in it's moment to tumble free into eternity once more.

Bodies left behind in the wake of wrath. A monster, she knew now, was always in her bones. Just like what she hunted, just like what had killed her. But what she could do with it is what could change fates design. Feeding, devouring, gaining power. Pushing limits and abilities. A halfling without a master, without a chain, allowed to grow unchecked, with a heart that refused to quit beating. Human and Vampire in one body, ever at odds with it's self, and yet remaining in balance. A control gripped tight by force.

Never again would she loose ti and hurt loved ones.

My name is death... And the end is heeere...

But that didn't stop her from still getting so close to death. Slayers come and go, monsters in and out, leaving lasting scars on a body still learning, still evolving. But Darck took it, and forced herself up again, and again. Bloodied and broken, but alive. That is what she was good for. A weapon, a shield, to keep going. To use her knowledge and capability. Take whatever anyone else can not.

For what good is she otherwise? Darck was pretty sure she was worthless if she can't be of service. To use this strength and power for others survival. Alone. Keep going, have to keep going. The bodies in her wake wouldn't drag her down with them. Not yet... Not yet... Determination burned bright as every year moved by. Leaving her madness numb, forcefully pulling herself back together, mending the fractures of the damaged psyche in will power alone. But the emotional scars run deep. A soul that refused to quit.

Oh Death...

Even if those once friends could find her horrifying should they learn the truth. Darck has been shot by friends before, so many times, and never would blame them for it. Would accept it, and move on, take the loss, the ache. Because at least Death didn't take them. But the enemies left in her wake spoke otherwise... The blood keeping her alive. Those bodies piled in the path of history.

It's thanks to those bodies that she could always drag herself back out one way or another. So many times had her frame been destroyed, regeneration the only reason she was alive. Dragged out herself from hell, from ruins, from war zones, or hails of bullets... Death could always be waiting at the door, held open like a polite friend, awaiting that final step across the line. Cold hand held in proverbial offering for the tired soul. The one that always refused to take it. Turned away, whispering. 'Not yet, not yet. Just one more time. Just another day. I can take it.'

When god is gone and the devil takes hold Who will have mercy on your soul?

So many times no one came back for her. Even after Darck had her organization built and secret back in 2011, 2012, hidden away and doing their work. Even as the world continued to turn and advance, they would always find ways around it. And yet still she was alone, even in a room surrounded. Could feel that knot tighten on her throat like a noose, or the creeping fingers waiting at her shoulder.

Oh Death.

More often than not had found her in similar situations of being left on her own. Barely conscious and dragging herself free of a job, or personal work, anything... Was this her vice, really? Maybe a punishment for so much failure of the past, or a reminder of where she came from, what she is. Darck wasn't even sure, but it was something she had to do. It kept others, innocent people, from going down.

And nobody ever came. No one came. Alone. Except for memories and tears.

Oh Death. Oh Death, won't you spare me over another year?

Eyes blinked opened, once more here in the Arizona desert, stars above, smoke high in the sky. Silent except for the heavy breaths she took through burnt lungs, and the cracking flames roaring behind her. Ribs mending together slowly, agonizing. Darck needed to feed soon, fresh blood would let her heal faster, even a god damn blood bag... But she ran out long ago, and that place took everything viable with it.

Slowly, on shaking legs, did the woman force herself to stand. Stumbling. No one would come. She was alone, with only death waiting at her side like an old friend. The half vampire realized, she was, and has always been, alone. As she would always be alone. She could have sworn a whisper of cold breath at her ear disagreed. Maybe she was that close to passing out, to imagine the voice of death as a comfort. Reassuring. To tell there was chances yet left.

Not yet, not yet...

Darck's legs finally gave out after having walked just a couple minutes. Just to get some space. And slumped down against cold rocks in the desert night. Her vision blurring as the darkness began to close in at all sides. The cold hands wrapping around her throat. And her world went black.

O, death Wont you spare me over til another year...

#Faceless Shades :: Anonymous #Work Invoice :: Asks #Drabble And Glimpses :: Random drabbles and maybe plot #Requested Paperworks :: Writing Prompts #(( THIS GOT LONG I AM SO SORRY. ))#(( I am absolute worst with just organizing shit. ))#(( You didn't give me much context except oh death and well.... ))#(( I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS WORD VOMIT. ))

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clouseplayssims · 2 years

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So, a building project I want to take up once the ABC Build Challenge is over is recreating lots from all of the numerous, lovely places I stopped at during my trip! This is mostly me spit-balling, but also for some of these I’m not sold on just WHICH lot to do since ideally I won’t be doing more than two per area.

Bisbee, Arizona - I have family in the area, it’s a super cool old mining town, lots of old buildings. The copper roof is HERE and VIBIN. We only went to the Bisbee Breakfast Club but understandably I’ve been there a lot. It’s super eclectic, probably the most liberal former mining town I have ever encountered, and just picking one place is a struggle.

Ideas For Bisbee: -Lavendar Pit Mine (chance to play with terrain tools, I’ve never built a mine like this!) -Muheim Heritage House Museum (Weird Roofing but I’m into it) -Old Brewery Building (I am a whore for red brick) -Bisbee Mining & Historical Museum

El Paso, Texas - Really only stopped here on the way to other things, which is a shame because we drove around and they have a lot of cool buildings! We did visit the amazing Bowie Bakery. I have no idea what pastries I got only that they were delicious. Because I’m sticking to just things I saw, probably going modern bakery on this one.

San Antonio, Texas - We stayed the the Gibbs Hotel which is RIGHT next to the Alamo. Like. I never realized it’s in the center of town and everything is built up around it. I’m so used to historical places being ignored out in the boonies so it was refreshing. I also had 0 idea that San Antonio had so many historical buildings!?!? None of you even told me. I resorted to a ghost tour to find the oldest and coolest ones, including the old jail which is - I kid you not - now a Holiday Inn. I want to stay there next time. (THEY LEFT THE BARS ON THE FRONT WINDOWS AND EVERYTHING OKAY. IT IS VERY MUCH PART OF MY NICHE.)

Ideas for San Antonio: -The Alamo. Probably an older version but idk. -Gibbs Hotel -Menger Hotel -Holiday Inn Jail -Riverwalk (would be a modern build, but it’s an interesting concept and I’m curious if I could even build it in TS2. Large possibility of me having a mental breakdown in the attempt.)

Houston, Texas - Just stopped here for a bit of a rest and because my partner is very much into space. Visited the Houston Funeral Museum and the space center there which I could google the name of but I’m not gonna because I’m not even going to pretend I’ll build it. I think I’ll build something funeral-inspired, not the museum itself but something. Maybe a modern funeral home but Make It Eco Or Ask A Mortician Will Be Disappointed In Me.

St Martinville, Louisiana - SO GREEN. AND HUMID. I’m never complaining about people talking about “dry heat” ever, ever again. We just stayed over night at an AirBNB which was an old converted church and had some delicious shrimp/grits from a farm to table place, so I plan on building the AirBNB. New Orleans, Louisiana - A brief visit, mostly because I got really overstimulated despite it being a “slow” day (Wednesday when most stuff is closed) but it’s very pretty there. If only there were no people, ha.

Ideas for New Orleans: -French Quarter Bookstore, Taxidermy Witchy Shop, or Coffee Place that’s been there forever -Garden District (maybe two of these)

Mobile, Alabama - Stayed the night in the Malaga Inn so didn’t stay here long but it was interesting. More pride flags than expected, but a lot of destroyed buildings too. We started seeing that in LA - particularly New Orleans - and it was eye opening to realize how much property has just been left to fall apart. Where I live every square inch is a commodity and you rarely see abandoned buildings unless there’s something more serious going on or a permit problem. Anyway, I plan on building the Malaga Inn.

Foley, Alabama - Just a stop, but oh my goodness, SO CUTE. And more nerdy than anticipated. There was a comic shop, arcade, and a bookshop that looked well visited all on main street. We visited the Holmes Medical Museum and the soda fountain, both of which I want to build though how I’m going to set up a toy train alongside the walls is anybody’s guess.

Lynn Haven, Florida - Visited friends here, didn’t really see much since the point of the visit was meeting people and not seeing things. Thinking very strongly of making their dog though.

Beaufort, South Carolina - Another “just a stop” place we stayed the night at but outside of town there was an abandoned brick church (Old Sheldon Church Ruins) that was super duper cool so I’m going to build that even though I got bitten by so many bugs there.

Wilmington, North Carolina - Just stopped here, but visited the Museum of the Bizarre where I helped assist a sword swallower and played Pachinko at the only active Pachinko Parlor in the US. I’d LOVE to build a Pachinko Parlor but I’ll have to see what CC there is for it. (Hopefully an Umbrella Academy stan comes through for me since that was an element in the most recent season.)

Atlantic Beach, North Carolina - the destination! Mostly! We stayed here for a week with family which was super fun. I love how colorful the beach houses there are, and all the stilt homes! I was also highly amused by the elevator in our rental because it was basically a broom closet. I’ll probably allow myself a few more lots than otherwise for this location.

Ideas for Atlantic Beach: -Beach House Trio -Maritime Museum (they’ve got lots of stuff from Queen Anne’s Revenge since that’s where it’s located near) -Blackbeard Sim (I mean, I almost have to, right?) -Ocean Lot with shipwrecks? (NC has the most shipwrecks out of any US state) -Fort Macon -Mini Golf Lot -Marsh-y Hiking Trail -Aquarium

Annapolis, Maryland - Holy red brick buildings batman!!! I was LIVING. Even the streets were red brick. This was just an evening stop but we stayed at the 250 year old Maryland Inn which has a heap of history to it. I plan on building the Maryland Inn.

Washington D.C., Virginia - Stopped at the Natural History Museum which was amazing. Didn’t visit the Hope Diamond because my legs said We Are Done but otherwise got to see all the things. I do plan to eventually do a week-long Smithsonian visit someday, but this day was about taxidermy.

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - Spent a few days here with more family and also explored some locations relevant to my ancestry which was exciting! I got to see my Great-Great Grandfather’s house, the place where me Great Grandfather was actually born and is still standing. I also got to see some locations dating back to the revolutionary war. I plan on building the house for sure, and probably the fort and house I visited in Cross Creek. Possibly will build the oldest crematorium in the US which we happened to stop at.

San Diego, California - second destination! On my side of the family, we go here pretty much every summer. This year I didn’t do too much because amid all of this traveling I still am having mega sinus issues and since we weren’t spending several hours a day driving (where I pretty much slept the whole time) I mostly just vegged out and ate food. I think I’m going to build a lot inspired by the numerous condo complexes on the beach, but I might do a pier/ocean/lifeguard stand situation. I’ll think about it more as this video approaches.

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