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Warmth (Sam Uley)(August 8th, 2020)

ummmmmmmm hey yall. this is my first imagine in a LONNNNNNGGGGGG TIME. like I'm talking maybe two or three years 😬 AND LET ME START BY SAYING I AM SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG but I was on a roll and didn't want to lose it 😂 thank you to all my followers that stayed and a BIG THANK YOU to the anon that sent this in for getting me back in the writing game. I love all of you so much and I hope yall enjoy 💓💓💓

The whole Sam leaving Leah for Emily thing where? Leah and Emily are still thick as thieves because all my ladies deserve happiness.

(and I had to give my girl Leah some extra happiness because there's nothing about her finding love)

(I already know there are probably some proofreading errors I missed! sorry!)

You hadn’t laughed this hard in years. The source of your laughter, being illuminated by the flames of bonfire, continued with his onslaught of jokes.

You had come to the beach to breathe. The stress of your job had begun to wear you down. You just needed one minute of quiet and basically threw yourself onto the sands of La Push’s beach.

Your barefeet were dug deep into the sand with your hands to match, eyes closed when a shadow fell over you.

You cracked one eye open to see a young boy standing over you.

“Sorry about this but they sent me over here to see if you were okay.” he said, pointing over his shoulder at group further down the beach surrounding a fire.

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay. Just a little tired.” you replied, throwing a wave to the group.

“Well, you can come over to hang with us if you want. We really don’t mind and you’re kind of depressing us to be honest.” the young boy offered.

That caused you to chuckle.

After taking the job in Forks, it had been difficult to make new friends. All of your coworkers had years of knowing each other on you so you were left taking lunch breaks by yourself and always being the last to leave.

So, yeah.

Meeting new people wouldn't hurt.

“If you’re sure.” you replied, standing up and dusting the sand off of your ass.

And that’s how you found yourself doubling over in laughter.

Sam Uley. You found yourself gravitating towards him immediately. Finding a seat next to him, you teetering on the edge of a water beat log.

You’d all been there for hours, the night growing pitch black dark when you all decided to finally call it quits.

You had already swapped numbers with all the members of the group (you kind of just wanted to get Sam’s but you couldn’t make it obvious).

"Hey, Y/N! We'll be back next week. You better be here!" Leah had yelled over her shoulder, trotting back to the parking lot hand in hand with her girlfriend. The two looked happy.

"I think you should listen to her." Sam said, casting you a sideways glance. The two of you trailing the two women back to your respective vehicles.

"Is that so?" you countered.

"Oh, yeah. Trust me. You don't want to get on Leah's bad side." he chuckled.

The two you of you had made it to the emptying parking lot now, coming to a slow halt by your car.

"And is Leah the only one that wants me to come?" you inquired, your confidence overshadowing your nerves.

Sam gave you a sideways smirk and you could've sworn you saw a tinge of red coming to the surface of his cheeks before he cast his gaze downward.

"Definitely not." you heard him whisper.

That caused a chuckle of your own which caused his eyes to meet yours once again.

And then he took a single step closer. His whole body being just that much closer. You could feel his warmth from here.

His face inched closer to yours.

Your eyes closed, bracing yourself.

And then you heard your car door open.

"Be careful, Y/N. There's a storm coming."

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The next few months were filled with your new found friends. Each week bringing you closer to all of them, your workplace problems long forgotten.

You were happy. You were so happy you were glowing, radiating with a newfound joy.

That was until today. You had gone to the the beach for your usual meet up with the group, the cookies you baked still warm in the tupperware in your hands.

But you found no one.

You had called. You had texted. But no one replied.

Not Leah.

Not Paul.

Not Seth.

Not Emily.

Not Sam.

You had driven to the Clearwater residence. If the group wasn't at the beach, they could usually be found here.

But nope once again.

Your knocks, just like your calls and texts went unanswered.

You were growing frustrated.

It had started to rain, quickly going from a light drizzle to a downpour.

You waited out the storm on the Clearwater's porch hugging your jacket closer to you, trying to shield yourself from the rain.

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

20 minutes.

The time ticked on. No replies to your calls/texts or your continuous knocks.

But the universe decided to take pity on you, maybe finally deciding that enough was fucking enough.

The rain had eased up. The sun deciding to make its appearance.

"Thank, God." you muttered, making your way back to your.

But movement at the treeline caught your eye.

You moved closer. You knew it was dumb. You had seen the horror movies and cursed at the the protagonist whose movements you were now copying.

But your curiosity was piqued.

It was Paul.

It was Paul being yelled at by a very pissed off Sam.

You had never seen him like this. He was trembling, the muscles in his back taut underneath his reddened skin. His words, inaudible to you, were continually being viscously thrown at a uncharacteristically quiet Paul.

And then thunder clapped.

And there was no longer Sam Uley.

It was a wolf. A giant wolf but a wolf nonetheless. Jet black and still very angry.

You had started to ease back now, your mind reminding you that this wasn't a horror movie and you were not an actress.

If this thing decided to kill you right now there was no body double to take your place. It would just be you.

Fucking dead.

Your trembling hand found the trunk of your car with an audible thump.

Thunder clapped.

The wolf's eyes met yours, widening with surprise.

You had started to move back to your driver's door, trying to make no sudden movements. You pulled on the handle to find it locked, your doors automatically locking after a certain amount of time.

You pushed the unlock button repeatedly, only to be reminded that your remote battery was dead.

You refused to take your eyes off the wolf who had taken a couple of steps closer to you.

Tears were streaming down your face.

Your hands were trembling viscously now.

Your breath coming out in short bursts.

"Y/N!" you heard Paul call to you, running towards you.

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in.

Flight won.

You gave up with your war on the door handle, your hands shaking too much to be of any use.

You tried the Clearwater's door again.

"Mrs. Clearwater! Please! Help me!" you screamed, pounding on the door.

Someone grabbed your arm from behind, turning you to face them.

"Y/N, breathe." Sam urged, his large hands coming to cup the sides of your face.

His eyes.

They were the same. The same eyes that you had looked into for the past seven months. The same eyes that you had fallen in love with.

The same eyes as the wolf's.

You were frozen. Your mind confused, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Sam, you're scaring her." Leah said, coming into view prying Sam away from you.

Together, you walked through the front door.

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You had stayed with Leah for the next few weeks, choosing complete silence for the first few days. Not eating. Not drinking.

Leah was patient. She let you sleep in her bed. She got you to eat. She soothed you and assured you that you were okay. And most importantly she kept Sam away.

You could hear them arguing from your place under Leah's cover every night. Sam begging to see you, begging to "explain". Leah arguing that you needed time.

But you couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't stay in this state of confusion. This wasn't healthy for your mental state. Your mind had been trying so hard to make sense of what you saw all those weeks ago.

A cult? Dark magic? Shapeshifters?

"Leah, it's okay. He can come." you croaked, your voice altered from weeks of minimal use.

Sam appeared at her bedroom door in a nanosecond.

He stood there, seeming almost afraid to move any closer.

"It was you wasn't it?" you whispered.

A moment of silence.

"Yes." he replied.

You had already known the answer but still let out an audible gasp at his answer.

"But you won't hurt me?" you asked, the statement coming out as more of declaration than a question.

"Y/N, I would never hurt you." he answered, slowly moving to take a seat next you on Leah's bed.

"Tell me everything." you implored.

And that's exactly what he did. For the next eight hours he sat across from you, telling you the tribe's history and legends.

The third wife.

Vampires.

Wolves.

Imprints.

He told you everything. And by the end of the night you had felt a peace you hadn't known in weeks. None of this should've made any sense but it made sense to you. Your questions answered. Your mind being able to rest.

You were both laying down now.

He was so close. You could feel his warmth.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that. But Y/N, I need you to understand that I would never hurt you." he whispered, his thumb trailing over my cheek.

"There's nothing that I wouldn't do for you. You ask it and I'll do whatever I can to give it to you. If you asked me to leave right now, even though this is the happiest I've felt since Leah took you away that night, I would. If you told me to never speak to you again, you would think I disappeared from the face of the planet. But I hope that you don't because.... I love you. And I know that this is crazy and that I turn into a giant, scary ass wolf that fights leeches and that you didn't ask for any of this....." he had started to ramble, his eyes shutting in obvious frustration.

"Sam Uley, shut up and kiss me." you interrupted, your body already gravitating towards his.

And when your lips met, that was it.

You were at peace. You were home. You were happy.

You were his.

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baseballbitch116 · 4 years

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Stay At Camp(1.2)

Your Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon Interactive Love Story

Introduction: Follow along on your journey with Daryl and the others throughout the series... You choose your actions... Will you end up with Daryl? YOU have the power to decide that!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Setting: Atlanta camp - before Rick has joined (S1E2-3)

Word Count: 3263

Series Warnings: Gore, violence, strong language, potentially triggering content, sexual themes, death, mentions of drug/alcohol consumption and abuse...

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gore, death, strong language, angst,

A/N: I’d just like to note that I used a lot of true dialogue from the show, which does not belong to me; however, Y/N and the rest of the writing does.

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“What’s going on?” You ask Glenn as he passes you. “Going on a run. Wanna come?” He asks, stopping and turning to look at you.

You had never gone with them on a run before, what exactly do you do? Would you just get in the way? But then again, you’ve been wanting to find a way to pull your weight… What should you do?

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“Uhh, nah... I’ll stay back.” You respond with uncertainty. You feel slightly guilty, but you just don’t think that you’re ready to go out there just yet. Glenn nods and shoots you a reassuring smile before turning and heading toward the others. With a sigh, you head the opposite way to help out with some cleaning.

Your mind is preoccupied for most of the remainder of the day, wandering between your insecurities or fears, sometimes to different terrible scenarios that could be taking place on that run. Trying to keep yourself busy was the only was that you managed to stay sane - so that was what you did. You helped Amy clean and gut the fish her and her sister caught earlier in the day, tidied up the RV, helped Shane gather firewood, asked Carol to try to teach you how to sew, and even assisted the kids with homework - seeing as you were recently graduated from college with a degree in education.

The day drug by slowly, but eventually the sun set and everyone gathered around the fire Shane set up in to eat. It was a simple meal of canned beans and canned soup, each of you getting small portions in order to feed everyone. You sat beside Amy as you spooned at your food, listening to Dale explain his reasoning behind adjusting his watch every morning. You lent against the log that the others sat on, not overly concerned with dirtying your shorts, as you and the women wash clothes every morning.

This certainly wasn’t a meal that you would have eaten a few weeks ago - not only did beans and soup not go together, but you really steered clear of the weird mushy food. You wished you had a nice cheeseburger or bowl of Fettuccine right now - but that was a luxury that no longer existed. It was not easy to cook meals in a pot over a fire, with minimal ingredients and two dozen people to feed.

You chuckle as Dale finishes his story, taking one more spoonful of the beans into your mouth as you listen to the others speak. Your eyes wandered to Carol and her family gathered around their own smaller fire off to the side - grimacing at the sight. You liked Carol and Sophia a lot - but Ed was another story. The man wanted nothing to do with the rest of the group, contributed less than nothing, and was very obviously abusive toward his wife. You also took notice of the fact that once again, Daryl was not here.

Typically, Daryl would bring back whatever he killed, cook it up and take his plate off to his tent to eat alone. You had not seen him eat alongside the rest of the group before, it made you curious. Why did he insist on being alone? Today, he was still out hunting, having only returned for an hour or so earlier before heading back into the woods. You couldn’t help but worry - he was alone in the woods in the night. Still, it wasn’t your place to worry. The man had probably spoken a total of two words to you since meeting him - if that - you were by no means friends.

You are drawn out of your thoughts when you spot Shane standing up, approaching Ed and Carol over at their fire. Some of the group watch as the others try to mind their business as Shane asks Ed to keep the fire low, so they can’t be seen from far away. You clench your spoon as you see the man tell Carol to remove the log that he just tossed into the fire - watching as Shane stomps it out and thanks Carol, bidding her and Sophia a good night. You liked Shane - he was a pretty good guy to lead this group.

The next day goes by relatively the same as the one before, with the exception that the others never returned from the run. Typically, they would be gone from morning until close to sun down, which worried everyone immensely. Amy was panicking and demanding that they go out to try to find her sister, but Shane refused. You could see both sides, feeling bad for Amy but understanding Shane’s reasoning. You tried to reassure her that they were probably fine, but the younger girl wouldn’t hear any of it.

Not long before sundown, you heard the sound of an alarm blaring through the hills. Shane jumped up from where he sat cleaning his shotgun, Lori pausing in trimming Carl’s hair as she followed after him. You tried to spot where the sound was coming from, but you could not see anything. “Talk to me Dale!” Shane shouts at the older man on watch atop the RV. He is looking out with binoculars, trying to pin point what was approaching. “Can’t tell yet.”

“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy asks anxiously. You place a hand on her back to try to comfort her, your heart pounding as you anticipate what is coming.

“I’ll be damned.” Dale mutters.

“What is it?” She demands.

“Stolen car is my guess.” He replies, dropping the binoculars as the red car comes into view.

Everyone gathered around camp when the car pulled up. Shane was furious that Glenn pulled up to camp in a red sports car, laughing excitedly as its alarm shrilled.

“Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!” Dale shouts at Glenn as he grins.

“I don’t know how!” He hollers with his arms open. Shane taps the hood impatiently, asking him to pop the hood as Amy bombards Glenn with questions over the loudness of the car.

“Pop the damn hood please!”

“Is she alright?! Is she okay? Where is she?!”

“Yes! They’re all okay! Well... Merle not so much.”

“Are you crazy driving this wailing bastard up here - you trynna draw every walker for miles?!” Shane exclaims, leaning on the open hood after he shuts the alarm off.

“I think we’re okay.” Dale mutters. You run a hand through your greasy hair as you wrap your head around everything. Everyone’s okay except Merle? Why was Glenn driving this in the first place?

“You call being stupid okay?” Shane asks, shooting a look over his shoulder at Dale.

“That alarm was echoing all over these hills - hard to pin point the source. Shane stands and places his hands on his hips, giving Dale a look. You can’t help but admire how he looks for a moment - his blue button down shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing his chest. His cargo pants were snug on his long legs and his black hair was disheveled from running his large hands through it so frequently. If it weren’t for Lori...

“I’m not arguing, I’m just saying.” Dale remarks. “But it wouldn’t hurt you to think things through a little more carefully.” He points a finger at Glenn, the smile long gone from his face. You shake your head and shift your weight as a white truck pulls up behind the other car. You feel your heart swell in happiness for your friend when Andrea steps out, running for her sister with teary eyes. You watch as Morales and everyone else reunite with their loved ones, both you and Shane exchanging a look as Lori comforts a saddened Carl.

When a new man steps out of the car, dressed in a cop outfit, you are confused when you see Shane’s face fall. He looks like he’s seen a ghost - does he know this man? “Dad!” Carl screams, running into the arms of the unknown man. You watch in awe as Carl and Lori reunite with who must be his father... You and all the other smile at the scene, a single tear strolling down your cheek as you rejoice for them.

Until it hits you.

You look at Shane, his face rising and falling, his expression changing every second. He’s been sleeping with Lori... From what you knew, her husband was shot and died in the hospital right as this all happened... Was this really that man? You had so many questions but instead went over to give Andrea a hug, happy to see your friend has returned safely.

After the others settled in, the fire was once again set up and everyone feasted, listening to stories and the man - Rick - explained what happened when he woke from the coma he was in. You kept glancing back at Shane, wondering whether he was happy his friend was alive or not. He explained that he thought he died, that he didn’t hear a heartbeat and was attached to machines, which sounded like enough reason to believe he had passed to you. Still, you noticed how he looked at Lori throughout the night and you knew that there was going to be tension after tonight.

Once again, Daryl had only appeared once in the morning, asking about the whereabouts of his brother and eating before heading back into the woods. You had met his eye when he strode off, ducking your head from the intensity of his stare.

The next morning, you awoke shortly after sunrise in order to get a head-start on the day. You were going down to the quarry to wash clothes with the women while Shane and Carl tried catching frogs. You dressed into denim capris that hugged your legs and a black tank top, your hair pulled up into a pony tail as you spooned leftovers from last night into your mouth alongside Amy and Andrea. You are sitting beside them on the RV stairs when you spot Daryl approaching the camp from the woods, a string of something swung over his shoulder as he heads your way.

Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you exchange a knowing look with the sisters - Merle was left behind. Daryl stops a few feet away from the RV, hollering for his brother as he sets down his crossbow. “Merle!” He hollers again, making you cringe as you note a string of squirrels thrown over his shoulder. You meet his eye for a moment when he glances over his shoulder toward the RV. “Get yer ugly ass out here! Got us some squirrel!” He shuffles the weight of the dead animals over his shoulder. You grimace at the sight - knowing that it was a good thing and you should be thankful, but it was gross and sad. “Let’s stew em up!”

“Daryl?” Shane calls out, stopping Daryl in his tracks. Everyone is gathered around by this point and you exchange a worried look with the girls when you spot T-Dog heading over with an armful of firewood. “Why don’t you slow up a bit? I gotta talk to you.”

“About wha?” Daryl asks, his southern accent prominent. You try not to seem too nosey but at this point a lot of the group was gathered around, anticipating his bad reaction. You set the bowl of food aside and stand, crossing your arms and leaning against the vehicle beside your friends. “This isn’t gonna be good.” Amy mutters to the two of you, keeping her voice low. Shane makes his way over to Daryl, Rick following behind.

“About Merle... There was a uh... There was a problem in Atlanta.” You watch anxiously as Daryl takes in the information, looking around the camp at the people gathered, chewing on his thumb.

“He dead?” He asks, glancing up at Shane sideways.

“I’m not sure.”

“He either is or he ain’t!” Daryl shouts, approaching Shane. Your body is tense now and you worry that he is going to do something stupid.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.” Rick steps up, approaching Daryl. He glares at him angrily. You notice how Rick looks a lot different in his large white shirt and jeans than he did yesterday in his uniform.

“Who are you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

“Rick Grimes...” Daryl sneers, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. You feel the tension growing in the air. “You got somethin you wanna tell me?” He growls.

“Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked onto a piece of metal. He’s still there.”

Daryl begins stalking back and forth, glaring between Shane and Rick, clearly bewildered. If you were in his shoes you would be too - it sounds pretty bad. “Hold on,” He starts, wiping his face and gesturing to his head. You notice that Daryl speaks with his hands quite a lot, mentally adding it to the things that you know about him. “Lemme process this. You’re saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof?! And you left him there!” He hollers at Rick, his tone raising with each word, making you jump at his loudness.

Before anyone can react, Daryl tosses the squirrels at Rick - who dodges them - and goes to lunge at him. Shane is quick to roughly shove him to the ground - making you cringe when he hits the ground on his back. You want to intervene but it’s not your place - and what would you do to stop the older, larger man?

Daryl whips out his large dagger, making you and Amy gasp when he swipes at Rick. Between Shane and Rick, they work together to disarm and get Daryl to the ground, Shane holding him in a choke-hold as Rick tries to reason with him. “You best let me go!” Daryl shouts, his face turning red as he struggles against Shane.

After a moment, Shane releases Daryl. He shuffles to his feet and resumes stalking and glaring at the men. “The hell with all y’all!” Daryl shouts, waving his arm in no real direction. You spot the tears he roughly wipes away and your heart drops for him. If that were your brother abandoned on a roof you would be pretty furious too. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling.

“Just tell me where he is.. So I can go get him.” Daryl grumbles.

“He’ll show you. Isn’t that right?” Lori speaks up, looking over at her husband. When he nods, she stomps past you into the RV and you exchange a confused look with Amy.

You, Andrea, Amy Jacqui and Carol decided to head down to start on the laundry after the scene. Ed tags along, irritating you, but you bite your tongue. Eventually Shane follows with Carl and you watch them mess around in the water, trying to catch frogs. The sight warms your heart - until Lori shows up and tells Carl to leave. You try not to watch too much, but everyone can hear and see her hollering at Shane, telling him to stay away from Carl.

You feel that is a little harsh, given all that Shane has done for her and that he says he thought Rick was dead. You keep your opinions to yourself as you scrub clothes in the water, droning out Carol as she talks. The girls start listing things that they miss and you all laugh when Andrea brings up her vibrator, Carol agreeing with her. The moment is cut short when Ed interrupts, saying that you guys are laughing too much.

You and Andrea turn and shoot him a look as he looms over you guys, lighting a cigarette. This man had nothing better to do than to supervise? You watch as Andrea stands up, approaching him and you dread the worst. You will not hesitate to stand up for her if he acts out of line - unfair to butt in in this situation.

“Ed, tell you what. You don’t like how your laundry’s done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself.” She suggests with a calm tone. You slowly stand from where you sat and turn to face them, ready for him to pull a dick move. “Here,” She suddenly tosses a wet pair of pants at Ed’s chest, which he immediately tosses back into her face, making her gasp. “Ain’t my job missy.” He drawls, taking a drag of his cigarette. The situation very quickly escalates as Amy tries to get her sister to back down but you take her side.

“No, what exactly is your job Ed? You think you can stand around and watch us all day? Got news for ya - we sure as hell aren’t your bitches.” You growl, daring the man to try you. You’ve had it up to here with this asshole, you’re dying for an excuse to fuck him up or go down trying.

He demands Carol follow him when he pussies out of the confrontation and ends up slapping her - sending all of you over the edge. Everyone is screaming as you and Andrea quickly start pounding on Ed’s chest, you digging your nails into his arms as you try to pull him off of Carol. You manage to get a punch in before he is literally drug off by Shane. You hold your throbbing fist as you watch Shane begin pummeling Ed, climbing on top of him and relentlessly beating him.

You almost want to cheer as he does so, grimacing as Carol cries and begs Shane to stop. Eventually he takes it too far and you all start hollering for him to stop. Carol runs over to the asshole’s side and sobs over him, making you sick as she apologizes to him. You and Shane meet eyes for a moment, your gaze landing on his bloody fists. “Shane-” You start, but he shrugs and shifts his weight, walking backward from the scene.

While some of the men got ready to go back to Atlanta to get Merle, you iced your throbbing hand on the steps of the RV. “You okay?” Glenn asks, shooting you a worried look. You nod and give him a halfhearted smile.

“I wish I could’ve beat his ass like Shane did.” You remark, shifting your weight slightly. Glenn lets out a chuckle and removes his cap, brushing his hair away.

“He deserved it.”

“Damn right he did.” You respond, wincing as you readjust the ice. You look up to spot Daryl getting ready a few yards away. He glances up, squinting at you in the bright sun as you sit there. Word quickly got around camp about what happened and it didn’t take a genius to figure out how you hurt yourself. You watch Daryl chew on his bottom lip, looking at you sideways before dropping his gaze back to his crossbow in hand.

“What’s that all about?” Glenn mutters. You glance up at him and cock a brow.

“Whaddya mean?”

“That. Daryl.” He clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. You drop your head as you feel your cheeks heat up, checking out your hand.

“Nothin. We don’t even talk.”

“You want to?” He asks, leaning his body against the RV, shooting a look back at the others that he is waiting for.

“I dunno, he doesn’t seem so bad.” You mumble, glancing up one more time when you see Daryl approaching the other men at the jeep, not looking at you this time. Glenn doesn’t respond, replacing his hat on his head and patting your shoulder. “Be careful.” You tell your friend, shooting him a weak smile that he returns as he walks off.

You watch as Glenn stands a few feet apart from Daryl, Shane giving Rick some bullets. “Let’s go! Wastin sunlight.” Daryl rushes them, making you chuckle slightly. You stand up and after one last look at your friends, you head back into the RV.

| NEXT CHAPTER |

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And that’s the end of the second option! This next chapter will end with more choices that you will need to make to continue through the story. You are heading down a spiral of choices and consequences. A simple decision like choosing to stay at camp is going to set the foundation of this story and all of the choices you are going to need to make following it! If you read the first option, you would see just how different the story has become, and it will only go more into depth as you continue down more paths.

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Word count: 4487

Prompt: “I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

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“I hope you guys had no other plans for this weekend because we’re going camping!”

Of course Cleves was the one to present this idea. She was the nature freak, after all (in a good way, of course).

It was just another day at the theater, another day of singing the same songs and dancing the same dances. Perhaps that’s why Cleves came up with this proposition in the first place; she could sense the dreariness coating the ten of them and knew they all needed a break.

“Camping?” Aragon said slowly. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” Cleves replied with natural enthusiasm. “Come on, we don’t have any shows this weekend. We need this. What’s a better way to unwind than be in the great outdoors?”

“Be inside where it’s safe?” Joan put in.

“It sounds good to me.” Anne said, talking over Joan, earning an annoyed huff from the girl, who promptly buries her face back into her sketchbook. “It gives me more of a reason not to do the dishes!”

“You’re still doing them,” Jane said, then smiled at Cleves. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. I don’t think I’ve ever gone camping before.”

“Think you can handle it, Miss Germaphobe?” Anne teased.

“Yes!” Jane barked, suddenly defensive. “It is nature! It’s probably cleaner out there than it is in here.”

“Poison ivy, poison oak, leprosy, hornets, rabies, murderers…” Joan began to rattle off the dangers of nature. “Fungal diseases, scorpions, bears…” She continues, but nobody pays attention after that.

“I think it’s a great idea!” Kitty piped up. “Can we take the dogs?”

“Yeah!” Cleves said excitedly. “This is gonna be amazing! You won’t regret it!”

And so, the plans were arranged.

After spending the three days in actual civilization, the gang packed up two cars with supplies Cleves had bought (again, nature freak) and drove off to the campsite the red queen knew about.

They arrived a little after six. It took ten minutes to hike to the clearing, and then around another thirty minutes to unpack and get set up, but they were all eventually sitting on logs and chairs around the fire Kitty and Anne started, a task Jane had been hesitant about giving them.

“Let’s play a game!” Kitty said.

“Hippo,” Joan suggested.

She got several head tilts, but Cathy flashed a grin at her.

“We used to call it Hippo, but we got tired of people always asking, ‘Why’s it called Hippo?’” She laughed. “Nice OXENFREE reference, Jo. I got it.” She swung her head around to the others, missing Joan’s shy blush in reaction to what she said. “It’s like Truth or Dare, except it’s a little nicer because nobody has to chug a bottle of hot sauce or lick someone else’s butthole. You can ask anyone any question you want and they have to answer no matter what, but if someone can prove that they’re lying, they get to slap them for not telling the truth.”

The others nodded in understanding.

“I’ll go first to start us off,” Cathy said. “Jane- Would you ever be polygamous?”

Jane scrunched up her nose in bafflement at such a question why several others laughed loudly. Cathy merely shrugged at the look she was being given and then motioned for Jane to answer.

“No. No way.” Jane said. “I mean, if you’re into that, nifty, but one partner is hard enough to deal with for me.”

A few more snorts went through the group, but nobody made a move to slap Jane, meaning, as far as they all knew, she was telling the truth.

“My turn, right?” Jane asked.

“Yup,” Cathy nodded.

“Okay…” Jane looked around at everyone. “Anne!” The green queen perked up and waited excitedly. “If you woke up as the opposite gender, what’s the first thing you would do?”

“Masturbate.”

Laughter erupted through the clearing. Maria even tipped backwards off of the log she was sitting on and had to cling desperately to Bessie’s shirt, which nearly made the bassist come down with her.

“I’m crying!” Maggie howled, wiping a finger under her watering eyes.

“There was zero hesitation!” Cleves cried.

“Can I slap her just because?” Aragon asked.

“I speak only the truth.” Anne smirked. “My turn now, and I choose...Bessie!”

There was a swell of intrigued murmurs. Bessie raised an eyebrow at Anne.

“Ever committed a crime?” Anne asked.

“If the illegal downloading of over a thousand songs counts as a crime, then yes.” Bessie said nonchalantly. “And tax fraud.”

“What?” Aragon gaped, among many shocked reactions.

“Anna!” Bessie said, providing no context or explanation for her answer.

And so, the game went on.

Darkness began to fall over the forest as evening turned to night. Rays of marigold and pink and orange slipped through the trees, bathing the clearing in the colors of twilight before serene, inky black settles in its place. Laughter and music filled the grove even as the moon rose up high in the silver-speckled sky. Hippo turned into Cards Against Humanity, then a forest dance party, and then just normal conversations with topics that would randomly whisk away with the wind.

Maria was the first to turn in for the night at eleven. Cathy and Kitty followed thirty minutes later, until everyone had nestled into their respective tents. The sound of humming crickets and croaking frogs lulled them all into a peaceful sleep…

12:48

Saturday, November 12

That’s what the big, white letters and numbers at the top of Joan’s phone screen read when she pressed the power button. She squinted at the brightness, then shut it off to relieve her eyes of the stinging glow that blinded them. She set her phone aside and rolled over, finding that there was much more space than before. When she peeked out from under her heavy eyelids again, she saw that the sleeping that used to occupy Cleves, her tent roommate, was empty.

Probably using the bathroom, Joan thought, snuggling back up in the blanket she brought. However, for the life of her, she couldn’t drift back off. You’d think the silence outside would help, bit it didn’t. In fact, it made falling asleep even worse for that very reason- that it was silent. No chirping of night birds, no rustling of leaves in the wind, no croaking of frogs. Nothing.

Complete silence.

Joan sat up, rubbed her eyes, then crawled out of the tent. The fire had been reduced down to flickering embers, and the minimal glow they gave off revealed a bare perimeter around the site. When she checked, there was nobody in the other tents.

“Guys?”

No answer.

Joan grabbed one of the flashlights lying around and began scanning the area of the camping ground. There was nobody. Not even the dogs they had brought along.

“Hello? Guys?”

She vaguely remembered them talking about going on a night hike hours earlier, so she stepped out of the fire’s light and started to search. She waved the flashlight around everywhere, calling out for her friends.

“Jane? Bessie? Catherine?” She shouted into the darkness. “Where’d you guys go? Anne?”

Nothing answered her.

Joan delved deeper into the woods. Fallen leaves and icy grass crunches underneath her feet. The darkness surrounded her like a malevolent entity. It seemed palpable, almost physical. She shivered as a cold whirlwind gusted around her, her pajamas providing little to no protection from the wind. She regretted not grabbing her coat, but she hadn’t been expecting it to take this long.

“They could have at least told me where they were going.” She grumbled, “Or when they would get back. Or when they left because this is ridiculous!”

A branch snapped loudly from behind. Joan whirled around to see nobody.

“Guys?”

Bushes rustled nearby.

“Guys, this isn’t funny anymore!” She yelled.

There were more snaps and crackles that seemed to come from every direction. A crash sounded from a few yards away, like someone had taken a big log and threw it to the ground with as much force as possible. Joan thought she heard laughter coming from in the trees. She’s spinning around in rapid circles, shining her flashlight everywhere.

Then, a scream.

Something lunged out from the underbrush.

Joan shrieked in pure terror and fell backwards, becoming paralyzed with fear. She braced her arms over her head. The laughter is back. She peeks out and her heart sinks.

“Oh man, you should have seen your face, Joan!”

“You...you prick!!”

Kitty jumped out of the way when the pianist flung a stick at her. She doubled over, giggling and trying to catch her breath.

“That wasn’t funny!”

“Sorry, sorry, okay! It was just too good!”

She hauled Joan up to her feet, despite the nasty glare she was getting.

“So all of that was you?”

Kitty nodded, grinning widely and wiping her eyes.

“God, you are so annoying. You put way too much effort into that!” Joan growled, rolling her eyes. “That didn’t sound like you up in the trees. Come on, let’s hear you do that voice again.”

Kitty gave her a confused look.

“What?”

“The laughter. In the trees. Do it again.”

“What are you talking about? I just made all those rustling noises. I never climbed a tree.”

Joan was awful at telling when people were lying, but something inside of her told her that Kitty was telling the truth. She fidgeted nervously.

“It must have just been the wind then.” She said, despite how painfully cliché that sounded. “Let’s-let’s just get back to the camp.”

She and Kitty began walking through the woods.

“So, was everyone in on the joke?”

Kitty shook her head. “Nope. Just me.” She said, “We were heading back from the hike and I heard you yelling, so I decided to give you a little scare.”

“Which was so nice of you.” Joan deadpanned. She hated having to walk alone with Kitty of all people; it was so awkward! And it only got worse when it became evident that they had no idea where they were going.

“Shouldn’t we have found the clearing by now?” Joan asked anxiously.

“Calm down,” Kitty said, as if she weren’t a big scaredy cat herself. “We’ll get there.”

Joan gave her an unconvinced look, but kept walking because every other direction didn’t look any more helpful than the one they were going on. She pointed her flashlight straight ahead, but it seemed like the light wasn’t as strong as it had been before, like the shadows were devouring the length of the white beam and leaving it dimmed and short.

Their hike was spent mostly in silence, aside from all the forest noises, which had finally returned. Or, perhaps they’ve always been there. It gets hard to tell after a while.

The two of them duck under brittle, reaching branches and coils of thorns until they break through the thicket and into a small clearing where a cottage as old as time itself sat. It’s swathed by tendrils of ivy climbing their way towards the roof and splotched with patches of emerald green moss. It’s a chalk color, black peppering along its breast. The windows are a deep brown, shoddy paint chipping along the frames’ lips and brow, the very age of the cottage showing in its deterioration. Strings of small bones and clumps of fur and feathers dangle from branches and carvings of snakes with gemstone eyes guard the trees around the property.

And—

There’s light coming from inside.

It’s barely there. Just the occasional flicker, a warm orange seeping through the windows and bathing the frosted, overgrown grass that sits along the ground against the wall of the cottage outside.

Kitty furrowed her brows, then glanced at Joan, who had her head tilted slightly in confusion. She’s looking at the house as if she’s expecting it to start talking and give her answers of its history.

“We definitely didn’t go the right way.” Kitty said helpfully, earning a glower from Joan.

“You think?”

Cautiously, they make their way up to the front door, a wide brown-oak thing, with a cut-out panel for a small, cracked glass window. As Joan is pushing down the rusted grey handle, Kitty swore she saw one of the snakes with ruby eyes turn its head to watch them. She instinctively latched onto Joan, who jumped and then shrugged her off.

“Let go,” Joan hissed.

“Sorry,” Kitty said softly. “I thought I saw something.”

Joan frowned and scanned the trees circling the house and then stepped inside, motioning for Kitty to come with her.

“This isn’t trespassing, right? Shouldn’t we have knocked first?” Kitty said, looking around the musty interior.

“Maybe,” Joan said. “But we’re inside now. Oh well. Maybe the person who lives here can help us.”

She shines her flashlight around, revealing racks and shelves of various animal bones and furs. In fact, the entire place seemed to be either decorated by remains or wood carvings.

“What’s that thing where people are into collecting animal skeletons?” Kitty asked quietly.

“Vulture culture,” Joan replied.

“Ah,” Kitty nodded. She took her phone out of her pocket; the bedazzled, hot pink case glittered slightly in the flashlight’s glow. “Well, I’m going to go back outside and try to get some bars to call Jane.”

“What time is it?” Joan asked before she did so.

“It’s two in the morning.” Kitty answered.

The front door remained open for Joan’s own sense of safety and so the sparse moonlight could leak inside. She made the quick trek through the living room, which was adorned with more fur and bones, and made it to a short hallway. She opened a door on the right, which led to a musty-smelling room overgrown with fungus and plant life. She was about to leave and check if the other door was the one where they had seen the light, when she noticed a boot sticking out from behind the bed.

She believed she may have just found the owner of the cabin.

It was a man. Or, at least, Joan assumed it was a man from whatever clothes were left upon the skeleton. She guessed he probably died from a heart attack or something, which would have been a terrible way to go, since he had clearly been all alone.

Just then, the sound of the front door slamming shut jarred Joan out of her inspection. She jumped, whirled around, and opened her mouth to snap at Kitty for doing that, even though she specifically wanted to keep the door open, but something told her not to. The words caught in her mouth and her jaw remained agape for a moment as she listened.

There was a crack of wood from the hallway.

Someone was in the cabin with her.

“Hello?” Called a voice far too raspy and deep to be Kitty’s. It almost sounded like an old man’s. “Anybody in here? I need help!”

Joan backed up against the wall as quietly as she could, not daring to reply.

“Hello?” The man said again, this time with far more desperation.

The door pushed open slowly, but Joan was still hidden behind it from the way it came out. However, she could still see around the frame and watched as the man came inside, crawling on all fours with its inhumanly long limbs. The skin was wrinkled, molted, and sickly pale with smears of dark red and brown. It was incredibly thin and completely bald, but had scratches and pock marks littering its head. Its bones pressed grossly up against its taut flesh as it climbed onto the bed, grappling on with grotesquely disjointed hands and feet that almost looked like a gibbon’s. It looked down at the skeleton, then, in the gravelly voice, said, “I need help!”

Joan inhaled sharply and the thing snapped its head around to her. Its black, eyeless sockets drilled deep into her soul.

“Come on,” Kitty muttered as she watched a text to Jane try to send for the third time. She sighed heavily in annoyance, but that feeling was quickly whisked away by a jolt of fear when the door slammed shut behind her. She jumped and spun around, then narrowed her eyes at the doorway. “Wow. I was barely even being loud. But I expect no less from the MD who gets mad at every little thing!”

She turned away, not wanting to have her back to all the snakes. She continued to try and send a text until the door behind her suddenly swung open loudly and Joan came sprinting out.

“Kat!!” Joan yelled. “Run!”

“What?!”

Joan grabbed her arm as she ran by, pulling her along. She quickly fell into pace, and the two of them raced through the underbrush, getting whipped by ivy and branches and thorns as they went along. They stopped, eventually, to catch their breath.

“What’s wrong?!” Kitty exclaimed through pants.

“There’s...someone out here with us.” Joan said bluntly with a wince. “Not one of our friends. Just please tell me you got a hold of Jane and know where to go.”

“No,” Kitty shook her head. “Wait- what do you mean ‘someone’?”

Joan began walking again. “I-I don’t know, honestly. Someone came into the house or was already inside, I’m not sure, but I was someone. Or something…”

Kitty swallowed thickly. At first she had been thinking Joan was just messing with her to get revenge for earlier, but Joan looked genuinely terrified. She kept looking over her shoulders and shining her flashlight around everywhere and anxiously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Something had really frightened her.

“Like...a man?”

“I don’t know!” Joan said. “I- I can’t describe it. You would have to see it to know what I mean.” She fell into a moment of nervous silence. “I just want to get out of these stupid woods…”

“Me too,” Kitty agreed. “Anything is better than this.”

“Eh. I can think of a few things.”

“I just wished Jane was here…”

Joan set a hand on her shoulder. “Me too.”

Kitty smiled slightly, despite the circumstances. She looked back down at her phone to see that the message was still trying to send.

“Let me see,” Joan said and Kitty handed her phone as she spoke again, “KAT!!!”

Except it hadn’t come from beside her.

Kitty whirled around to see Joan running through the dark trees. Her face was ghostly pale and dotted with sweat along the brow. Her storm grey eyes were wide with peril. The words she screamed sent Kitty’s entire world come crashing down on top of her.

“THAT ISN’T ME!!”

Kitty turned in time to watch the thing at her side disappear into the underbrush. Her jaw fell open, her breath catching in her throat as she was seized by terror. She had let it touch her. It had slipped into her life so easily and she had no idea.

What was it planning on doing if Joan hadn’t shown up?

“Kat, Kat, hey,” Joan is in front of her, shaking her shoulders frantically. She clearly didn’t know how to calm someone in the midst of a panic attack. “Listen, I know you’re freaked out, but we have to go.”

She grabbed Kitty by the wrist and began running. Kitty stumbled along behind her, but managed to keep a steady pace, even with her rising horror.

“Joan-” She choked out as they sprinted through the trees. “Joan, what the fuck?”

“I-I-I don’t know!” Joan cried. “One moment I was alone in the cabin and then the next, that thing is there! I-it knocked me out, I think, and took my- AHH!!”

Joan cut herself off with a cry of pain and the loud clanging of metal as she’s suddenly yanked to the ground. Kitty screamed, too, at the sudden outburst and skidded to a halt. In the dim moonlight, she can see Joan writhing on the ground, sobbing in obvious distress.

“Joan?” Kitty whispered fearfully. “What’s wrong?”

“S-something’s got me-” Joan rasped. “Something’s-” She howled loudly.

“Is it the thing?” Kitty asked, but her only answer is a sharp whine that morphs into a sob. Slowly, she turned on her phone, which had scratch marks engraved into the glass from the creature, and activated the flashlight app. She couldn’t tell if what she saw in the light was worse than the monster or not.

A bear trap. Clamped around Joan’s left leg, just above the ankle. Joan’s left hand gripped at the limb tightly, slightly over where the metallic teeth bared into her flesh. One sporadic tremor was all it took to send new currents of torture up her leg. And, this time, there was no stifling her tormented scream from ripping out of her throat. Now, both hands were clutching at the appendage, trying as the might to lessen the pain. Of course, it did little to no good.

“Oh god,” Kitty whispered. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…!” She was beginning to panic, spiraling all over again. Joan caught attention of this growing anxiety attack through her own haze.

“No!” She snapped. “You don’t GET to freak out! You don’t have this fucking thing attached to your leg! You need to be the strong one for once!” Her voice wavered treacherously. “Please-”

Kitty sniffled, but nodded. She knew Joan was right- someone had to keep their head on straight, and it would be much harder for the one caught in a bear trap to do that.

She knelt down beside Joan, her knees dipping into a pool of blood spreading out across the dirt. She reached out and cringed when her fingers squelched against the fabric of Joan’s pajama pants, warm liquid seeping through and almost immediately coating her hands. They were numb, quivering as she forced them to venture farther and nearer to the source of her companion’s agony.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Joan muttered. “I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot! No offense.”

“None taken,” Kitty grunted as she jammed her fingers through where she could, eliciting a sharp cry from Joan.

“What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Joan yelled, writhing.

“I’m trying to get it off!” Kitty told her.

She attempted to pry the jaws of the artificial beast from Joan’s leg, but her arms were shaking too much and the torment that seized Joan’s body prevented her from using all her strength; all of it was quickly being stolen away in both of them. Before she could get the teeth more than an inch away, the slickness caused it to slip from her grasp and bite right back to where it was originally. Just like that, they were back at square one.

“M-maybe I can break it off?” Kitty stammered.

“Try,” Joan begged. She leaned back and laid down, clawing her hands at the dirt and ripping at the grass to try and cope with the waves of agony washing over her. Tears were falling freely from her eyes.

Kitty began to search the perimeter of the clearing, being mindful of other illegal traps laid out- bear traps, fox traps, snares, cages. She weaved around them carefully, scanning the ground until she found a few big and pointy rocks and some sturdy-looking sticks. She gathered them all, willing to try each of them until one worked.

“Listen,” Joan slurred as she made her way back over. “We both hate this. In fact, I hate it more because I’m the one with a bear trap on my leg. So-” Then, she went snow white.

“Joan?” Kitty said worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Kat, don’t move.” Joan whispered slowly. “I know we have our differences, but I need you to trust me. Whatever you do, don’t move.”

Kitty obeys, freezing in place. She held the rocks and sticks close to her chest, staring into Joan’s eyes and not daring to look at anything else. Bile was rising in her throat, not because of her mounting fear, but because of the sickly sweet smell of cadaverine emanating from the figure beside her.

“I can’t believe I finally found you both!” It said with Jane's voice. “I’ve been looking all over. I was so worried.”

A hand with long, spindly fingers comes up to rest on Kitty’s shoulder. Kitty squeezes her eyes shut, tears slowly rolling down her face as she barely suppressed a whimper.

“I was so worried.” It said again, using Anne’s voice.

Joan is perfectly still, not even feeling the pain of the bear trap anymore. She watches as the thing’s head twitches sporadically before finally stopping and staring directly at her, wearing Aragon’s face.

“You two know better than to run off like that.”

That’s when Kitty screamed. Unable to take it anymore, she darted left and ran for the trees. The thing went after her, and Joan could only lie there and watch as it lunged at her, latching on and throwing her to the ground, where it began shredding her face and burrowing into her back and peeling off her skin until she stopped screaming. Then, with the young queen’s flesh draped around its neck like a scarf, it crawled over to Joan. She didn’t move as it pressed its nails into her belly and grabbed a hold of the top of her face. She just cried until the Skinwalker stripped her head and she couldn’t cry anymore.

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Kitty’s eyes snapped open- she’s barely able to breathe. Her hands immediately begin to feel all over her body- her face, her stomach, her leg. Then, she’s catapulting out of her tent, stumbling over it momentarily, and wrenching herself outside.

It was morning. Pale sunlight was filtering through the trees overhead. Birds were singing happily. Everyone seemed so calm, so at peace, while she stood breathing heavily and sweating. Jane looked at her worriedly.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” She asked. “What’s wrong?”

“N- nothing…” Kitty said, spotting Joan sitting by the dying fire with her knees to her chest. “I’m fine.”

She walked over to Joan and sat beside her. The music director’s face is very grey.

“They didn’t believe me,” She whispered.

“What?’

Joan looked up at her. “I tried to tell them what happened and they didn’t believe me. They said it was a dream and it wasn’t real. But it couldn’t have been…” She shook her head and rested it back on her knees.

“Yeah…” Kitty said softly.

There was nothing to be done, however. They still had a day of camping, although nothing happened during the next night. That gave them both some reassurance, and they even started believing that it had been some crazy nightmare.

As everyone was driving home, Kitty felt a sting in her back and Joan felt a stab in her stomach. They exchanged fearful looks, then looked out the window and saw it standing between two trees, waving and wearing a horrid mix of their faces.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six fic #sixfic #katherine howard #anna of cleves #jane seymour #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #joan on the keys #bessie on the bass #maria on the drums #maggie on the guitar

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melyaliz · 4 years

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Past loves and future babies pt. 3

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Fandom: Marvel / MCU

Summary: Dinner, Drinks and what comes after

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC

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Before the snap Dixie and Mac had been on their own. The two siblings running across the world just getting hired out as muscle men, hackers, grifters, really anything they could do to make some money.

Then the snap happened.

Dixie remembered standing between an open safe and five gun men. Mac screaming in her ear to get out. Fear in his voice making it hard for her to focus. But she knew the drill when she was caught with her back against the wall, do whatever she could to get out of there.

And then four of them men disappear. Crumbled into ash before her very eyes. The other guy freaked out not sure what to do. Calling out to his comrades. His own shocked yells slowly starting to echo more screams throughout the building as both her and the last gunman walked out. People all around them running out yelling. Trying to escape whatever was happening while their fellow coworkers crumbed around them like some horrible nightmare.

Dixie screamed Mac’s name. Her head set filling with static as she raced toward the door. She kept screaming his name so hard she was sure she tasted blood. Bolting from the building rushing toward the van nearly ripping the door off as she opined it.

“Dixie!?! What the hell is going on?” her brother had asked his eyes wide as he stood there in pure shock.

“I don’t know.”

Since that day their dealings just left of the law slowly stopped. Instead becoming like a second defense to the cops. So many people, unsure what to do, had decided now was the time to play Grand Theft Auto IRL. Leaving millions of defenseless people alone with a lack of defense.

Luckily for Dixie and Mac they weren’t the only ones who had shifted toward protecting those who couldn’t. In fact, it felt like whoever was left had really chosen a side.

Those who were in it for themselves and those who were in it for others.

Mac had found many resources during those times while on the web. People giving them tips on where to go and who to help.

One in particular was a former cameraman for NBC news named Logan.

Logan was funny, handsome, and had lost his wife.

Mac had warned her, the moment they had met him. He had known it was Dixie’s type. Just out of reach. But she couldn’t help herself.

It was like Dixie’s heart knew, fall in love with the ones you can never really have. Just another trick deeply ingrained in her subconscious as a way to protect herself. Remind herself that no matter how close they got there would always be something in the way.

Logan joined their team along with a few others. Roaming the country finding people in need. Meeting up with other do-gooders helping those who couldn’t.

And then everyone came back.

And again, it was just Dixie and Mac.

Alone together.

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Dinner was so much fun, everyone talking and joking while passing around the food. It almost felt like a TV version of a thanksgiving dinner. The way everyone was so comfortable around each other. The history.

Dixie felt a little out of place but the great thing about food was that you could shove your mouth so no one expected you to talk. It wasn’t like Dixie didn’t like chatting with strangers but… she felt a little like a cow at this point.

So she ate keeping her posture as small as possible as a way to minimize her presence and keep conversation away from her.

Or that was what she had thought until Bucky met her gaze from across the table. Before she could shift her gaze he spoke. “How did you like the suite?”

Nodding Dixie quickly swallowed the large bite of chow mein she had been shoving into her mouth. “It’s better than my old shitty apartment.”

Bucky chuckled, “Tony keeps this place amazing.”

“The view is really nice,” Steve added, glancing over at Dixie. For a moment she wondered if he was trying to get her approval the way he was looking at her. Wide blue eyes searching her so intently.

“So where did you live before this?” Bucky asked.

Dixie’s mind raced, where had she lived? Everywhere. Her and Mac moved from city to city pretty often trying to find places that rented for 6 months or less. While she knew she had to be here… you know to save the world. She wasn’t sure how open minded the avengers were to her past days for hire.

“Arizona before this,” she smiled shrugging, “Tacos were amazing.”

“I bet, it’s been a while since I have been in that area,"

Well it's pretty hot this time of year"

More small talk continued. Moving past her to something else. Tony’s house in the cabin or how he and Bucky’s arms matched. Well different arms but still. It was weird getting a glimpse into this side of them. All laughing and talking, trading stories and jokes like they were all highschool friends and not savors of the world. There was so much history Dixie almost felt like she was an outsider looking in.

Which in a way she was.

The conversation went from the dining room to the large main room. There was a fully stocked bar. Tony started mixing drinks. Sam teasing Bucky about some mission they had gone on. Conversation flowed easily as they all laughed and joked around relaxing into the evening..

It was warm. These people were a family. Maybe bigger than Dixie and Mac but a family none the less.She had always believed that you could find family anywhere and these people, the greatest heros, were proof of that.

As the night dragged on she watched curled up on a couch her eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier.

Then a soft hand slowly brushed over hers pulling her awake. Turing she met Steve’s blue eyes.

“You look like your are about to fall asleep”

Smiling gratefully she nodded running her fingers through her hair. Getting up she followed Steve toward their apartment. Most of the team had gone back to their rooms. Bucky still there resting with a glass of scotch relaxing just listening to the music. He had been talking to Steve a few moments earlier, Dixie hadn’t caught the conversation comfortable with her own thoughts.

It could have been the long day, or the alcohol and amazing food but Dixie didn’t really think much about what “going back meant.” Or that had been the case until they were there.

Standing in front of the bedroom.

Oh yeah.

This is why she was here.

Slowly Steve -annoyingly- opened the door for her. For a moment Dixie considered telling him to stop. Stop trying to be so nice and just be himself.

She had seen a glimpse of it tonight with his team. He was so much more laid back and casual.

Maybe someday she would be able to get him to act like that with her. When they were alone. She was good at breaking people down. Especially the uptight ones. She just needed to find the right buttons to push. Mac had always joked she had that little sister quality about her, being able to push buttons.

“Soooo” she said as they both stood in the doorway looking into the bedroom. Still so bare and sterile. A strip of moonlight spanned across the room shining on the bed like some weird silver spot light. Even the universe was laughing at them right now.

Ha ha you have to have sex.

Dixie would have found it funny if the guy next to her wasn’t so tense.

It was so thick she could almost taste it on her tongue. The way he stood, the way his arms seemed to flex under his tight black tee. His hands clenched at his sides. Mouth in a tight line. He was totally unreadable and totally transparent at the same time.

Letting out a long sigh she walked toward the bed slowly pulling off her shirt and shimmying out of her jeans. Behind her she heard Steve take a deep shuddering breath. His nerves getting the best of him.

He wasn’t the only one who was trying to hide his emotions. Dixie’s own emotions were like small bursts of nervous energy as she threw herself onto the bed. Rolling into the center pulling a pillow to herself looking back at her future baby daddy.

“Well at least it’s comfortable.” she flashed him a smile moving a little to get more comfortable. He flashed her a small smile before pulling off his own shirt and then pants. Slowly folding them before putting them on the floor.

Dixie couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow not sure if he was just stalling or if he was really that anal. She would log that away for later.

Steve stood now, shirtless in his boxers just looking at her, arms resting at his sides. His hands were a little more relaxed this time much to Dixie’s relief. She looked up at him through thick lashes as she sat cross legged on the bed. Both of them just staring at the other unsure what to do next.

“Did you… want to… this is a pretty cozy bed.” she faltered patting the mattress next to her. That same anxiety building up in her chest. Crashing like hot waves in her stomach. Building up before dropping fast and rough as the bed dipped with Steve’s weight as he sat down.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, turning to face her scooting closer before gently pulling her closer.

“You don’t have to ask” she nodded slowly closing her eyes.

He was so gentle when he kissed her. As if she was going to break under his touch. Something about that tender touch hurt deeper than if he had slapped her. It made her dizzy as if she was standing on the edge of a 100 foot drop.

And Dixie hated hights.

Grabbing him she pulled him closer moving forward so she could position herself up and over his legs and get onto his lap. He grunted, moving back slightly, his hands resting behind him to brace himself as Dixie wrapped her own legs around his waist. Pulling away she looked down at him, studying his face. A million dumb commnets ran thought her head but she fought not say them aloud. Trying not to ruin the moment instead choosing to keep her big mouth busy with his lips.

His hands reached around her hips, unsure what to do not really touching her. Reaching down she took them encurling them around her before going back to his hair.

They kept kissing

And kissing

“Ok my lips are getting raw” Dixie giggled pulling away. She could feel his getting a bit hard under her. She wasn’t sure how hard considering she also didn’t know… how big he was. But at least she knew she was doing something. At least he found her attractive.

That was good. Because if he didn’t this whole process would be that much more of a struggle.

Not that she was against wearing a paper bag.

A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do when saving the future.

“I’m sorry” a pained expression spread across his face. His hand reaching up gently pushing away her hair, his blue eyes slightly wide his breath coming out slightly short.

She studied him, her fingers going for his face thumbs stroking his cheek.

“I’m not going to bite you” she whispered, “unless you're into that.”

The tension was cut and he chuckled pushing her forward so she was laying on her back. He kissed her again before pulling away “Oh sorry.”

“Shhh stop apologizing” she whispered wrapping her legs around his waist again before rubbing his arm. Pulling herself up she kissed but above his collar bone in the dip of his neck. Much to her pleasure she heard Steve’s breath hitched fingers gripping the blankets on either side of her.

Pulling away she watched as he positioned himself on top of her again kissing her neck this time. Following her example. His fingers fumbling over her totally unsure what to do. His kisses hesitant.

This really wasn’t working.

"Stop stop," she said pushing his very toned chest gently, "we don't have to rush this.”

“I…” he sat back looking perplexed, upset maybe. Mostly just awkward. This whole things was just so damn awkward.

Smiling she laid down beckoning him to lay next to her, “Let’s just cuddle, we don’t need to rush anything.”

“Ok” slowly he laid down next to her, his face only inches from hers.

“No”

“What?” Steve frowned studying her as Dixie shook her head.

“Turn around.”

“I… ok…” he said slowly turning his huge back facing her.

Wrapping her arms around his waist she pulled herself closer spooning him. It was easier this way she could pretend he was a huge pillow. A very muscular pillow. Closing her eyes Dixie buried her nose in his neck taking in his warm scent. He smelled like warm flannels and justice.

Whatever justice smelled like.

She felt his large hand enveloping hers pulling her arms tighter around him. Thumb drawing small circles over her skin. The touch sending small goose bumps up her arm.

“We’re in this together ok.” she said, her warm breath fanning over his neck, “you just have to be open with me, we can go any any pace you want.”

‘Thank you” he whispered so softly she might have missed it. Maybe it was her imagination.

After all, what did THE Captain America have to worry about?

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star-spangled-eyes · 4 years

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HOT 🔥 One-Shot: Baby, It’s Cold Outside

This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. The story and words are created and owned by this author.

Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett -- *pronounced Brawn-yah)

A/N: My friend told me about a contest on Wattpad to write a steamy rendition of my favorite holiday song. I was really excited to give this a try because I was just listening to Baby, It’s Cold Outside the other day and thought about how suggestive it really is. I knew I could have some fun with it.

The contest parameters were to write the song into a steamy, short story, 2,000 words or less. Of course I had to use Drake and Bragnae!

Just so you know going into this… I’m using these characters, but it has absolutely nothing to do with canon whatsoever since it’s based solely on this holiday song.

My favorite rendition of this song was sung by Doris Day and Bing Crosby. If you’ve never listened to this song, you can do so here!

The lovely edit was made by my friend @angilala1 -- it’s fabulous!

Warnings for this one-shot: NSFW, adult content, some language, sex

Word Count for this chapter: 1989

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Heavy snowflakes began to fall as Bragnae and Drake stepped outside of the movie theater. The weather was frigid as an icy breeze swirled around them. Bragnae quickly buttoned her coat, and threw a hat over the top of her long, black hair.

“I think it dropped a few degrees since we first arrived,” Drake remarked as he zipped up his coat.

“I think you’re right,” she replied, walking blindly into a puddle of slush and cold water. “Oh, shit!”

Drake hurriedly wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her away from the puddle. Her right foot was drenched through her suede knee-high boot. Despite the chill of her now soaked foot, the electricity she felt from Drake’s arm around her filled her body with warmth.

“We should get you warmed up before you freeze. My place is a block from here.”

“No, that’s okay,” she said, shaking off her foot. “I’ll be fine until I get home.”

“No way, Bragnae. I won’t have you getting frost bite on my watch,” he told her as he gently grabbed her hand. “Come on. My house is just a few minutes away.”

She looked up at his handsome face. He wore a bright smile that reached all the way up to his comforting, brown eyes. Unruly wisps of Drake’s chestnut hair fell just above his eyebrow, and light stubble grazed his strong jaw. He was beyond gorgeous.

Bragnae reluctantly nodded as they set out towards Drake’s home. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach with each step.

Bragnae first met Drake when he and her older brother, Murphy, became best friends in high school. They were both hockey players and bonded instantly. She was immediately drawn to Drake then just as she was now – several years later.

Drake’s macho persona, good looks and kind heart made him quite irresistible. Over the years, Bragnae attended many hockey games in support of her brother, but her attention would inevitably turn towards Drake.

It surprised Bragnae when he asked her out for a date recently, but she was more than happy to accept. The first time they kissed was spellbinding. Bragnae knew right then she’d always have a hard time resisting Drake, and his lips.

“Here we are,” Drake said, pointing with his free hand.

Bragnae looked over to see a quaint, craftsman-style home sitting peacefully at the end of the street as the snow continued to accumulate around them.

As Drake ushered Bragnae inside his cozy home, she saw that it was furnished with dark-colored furniture, and had hardwood floors throughout. It felt like a rustic cabin inside, yet with modern touches.

Bragnae took off her hat, and began unbuttoning her coat. “You have a lovely home, Drake.”

“Thanks,” he said as he slipped the coat off her shoulders. “Why don’t you take off your boots while I build us a fire?”

“Um, sure,” she said hesitantly as she bent down to unzip her boots. “I really can’t stay, though.”

She cared for Drake, and didn’t want to ruin a potentially meaningful relationship by moving too fast with him. In spite of actually wanting to stay and get closer, she felt it was best to keep things light. At least she would try.

Drake stacked a few logs in the fireplace, and struck a match to get the fire started. “Bragnae, come over here, and get warmed up. I’ve got the fire going.”

She sauntered over to him as Drake stood and smiled, turning towards her. “The fire will be roaring soon. You can sit down on the hearth if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Drake,” she looked at him apologetically. “This whole evening has been very nice. But I really can’t stay.”

Drake gently took her hands in his. “What’s your hurry, Bragnae? It’s a blizzard outside, but it’s nice and warm in here.”

As he smirked at her, she couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Okay, maybe I’ll stay for a few more minutes.”

“Good. Take a seat by the fire, and I’ll go make us a drink.”

As Drake walked off to the kitchen, Bragnae slowly lowered herself to the hearth as her eyes swept over his backside. The man knew how to fill out his jeans. She blushed before looking away.

A few minutes later, Drake returned with two glasses, handing one to Bragnae.

“Thank you,” she said, looking out the window. “I should probably call an Uber, so I don’t have to walk home in this.”

Drake sat down next to her – his knee touching hers. Bragnae’s breath hitched as her gaze found his. The flames danced in his eyes as he smiled.

“I doubt any Uber would want to drive in this.” Drake clinked his glass gently against hers. “Cheers.”

Grinning back at him, she took a swig from her glass, and felt the caramel liquid burn the back of her throat as it went down.

Bragnae delicately coughed to help clear the sting away. “What’s in this drink?”

Drake chuckled. “Just my favorite whiskey.”

“Oh,” she giggled. “It’s very strong.”

“That’s the way I like it,” he said, setting their glasses down. “Is it alright if I move in a little closer?”

You ought to say ‘no’, Bragnae. She nodded, biting her lip. Oops.

Drake shifted a bent knee over the hearth – his fingers brushing her cheek as he looked into her eyes. “You look beautiful tonight, Bragnae.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as he slowly leaned in connecting his soft, ardent lips with hers. Drake placed his firm hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently.

Bragnae excitedly ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him in closer to deepen their kiss. After a few delightfully heated moments, she pulled back knowing if she didn’t now, it would prove difficult later.

“I really can’t stay, Drake. I should go.” Bragnae got up, and headed for the door.

As she reached for her coat, she felt Drake’s arms slink around her waist from behind, holding her close to him. He brushed her hair away before placing a soft kiss on her neck. A shiver shot down her spine.

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” he whispered. “I’ll keep you safe.”

She closed her eyes as his lips moved gradually up her neck. Tell him the answer is ‘no’.

“Drake,” she paused, trying to think of the words she was supposed to say. “Being here has been… so nice and warm. But I should go.”

“Look out the window at the storm, Bragnae,” he muttered against her.

She opened her eyes to peer out the window. The snowflakes were falling harder, and the snow was piling up.

She turned around to see an awakened hunger in his eyes. She couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve got to get home.”

“You’ll freeze out there,” he replied with his gaze locked on her mouth. “God, your lips look delicious,” he said before kissing her tenderly.

Bragnae reveled in his desire for her, and it was most certainly mirrored for him. “What’s Murphy going to think about us doing this?”

“Leave your brother to me.”

Drake slowly backed her up against the front door, keeping minimal space between them. She had to tilt her head just to look at him.

“You keep saying you should leave, but is that really what you want?” Drake slid a hand into the back pocket of her jeans as the other held her face.

With his body pressed up against her and his mouth enticingly close, Bragnae knew exactly what she wanted, and it didn’t involve leaving his arms. Suddenly, she pulled him into a crashing kiss tugging at the belt loops of his jeans.

Bragnae parted her lips as his tongue eagerly found hers. She moaned while his strong hands purposefully roamed her body. Drake’s fingertips tickled the soft skin just above her waistband before lifting her sweater over her head.

The cold air seeping through the seams of the door made her shiver, but Drake’s warmth made her soon forget all about it. She began unbuttoning his plaid, flannel shirt as they kissed. He shrugged out of his top layer, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath.

She took a second to admire his toned chest, running her hand across his tight muscles, and down through a small, dark patch of hair leading to his pants. Undoing his belt buckle, she worked on his jeans next.

Just as she was about relinquish him of his denim restriction, Drake spun her around to face the door. Bragnae gasped as she braced herself on the wooden surface. Within seconds, Drake was nibbling her shoulder as his hands began unbuttoning her pants.

With a slow pull of her zipper, Drake slipped his hand over her satin panties and rubbed expertly against her. A whimpering moan escaped her lungs as she leaned her head back to savor it.

After he gradually slid off her jeans, she turned to face him again. His lips found hers urgently as he hoisted her up in his arms, bringing her back to the living room. The heat from the fire felt good against her skin as its crackling provided the ambient soundtrack to their much anticipated moment together.

With her legs wrapped around his waist, Drake dropped to one knee, and lowered Bragnae to the welcoming, plush rug beneath them. He moved his adoring lips from her mouth, to her neck, and then to her full chest. She felt a rush every time his breath warmed her skin.

She allowed Drake to remove her bra and panties before he kicked off the rest of his clothes. He settled between her widened legs caressing her breasts as their lips met again in a slow rhythm. Bragnae could feel his hard length pressing against her inner thigh, and she ached for it.

Letting another kiss linger, Drake drew up to look her in the eyes. “I really care about you, Bragnae. I always have.”

Her heart soared. “I feel the same way about you, Drake.”

He smiled before returning his eager lips to hers. As he moved above her, Bragnae felt his searching cock find her as he slowly slid inside. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fullness breach her throbbing walls.

Drake groaned as she tilted her hips to him, welcoming his entire length. He rested his forehead against hers regaining his composure before continuing to move in and out of her.

Bragnae ran a hand through his hair, gripping it as he increased his speed. She felt him everywhere inside her – reaching depths never before explored. Each thrust felt incredible. His hand found hers, entwining their fingers.

He dipped down to capture her lips again as they moved in harmony with each other. The tenderness and passion between them was overwhelming. Years of never being able to completely express her feelings for him made this moment even more special.

She became lost in Drake’s soft, cherishing touch as his hands surveyed the curves of her body. He never slowed his pace, and soon a delicious warmth started to build at her core. Bragnae’s breaths came quick and short. She gripped Drake’s shoulder as his determined thrusts unleashed a burst of pleasure that continued to pulse throughout her body.

She cried out his name as a mixture of moans and screams were pulled from her lungs. Soon, Drake tensed his body, grasping Bragnae’s hand as he discovered a much sought after release.

As they both caught their breaths, their lips came together in another sweet, lingering kiss. Drake untangled himself, and slid to the floor beside her, pulling her back against his chest and holding her tightly.

Bragnae basked in the satisfying glow of their shared intimate moment as she watched the snow fall outside and the flames from the fire flicker across the room.

She smiled as he kissed her shoulder. “Drake?”

“Yes, Bragnae?” He whispered.

“I’m glad I stayed.”

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domina-alba · 6 years

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Seditionis Adamas

XVI Family was a human concept that Domina always assumed she would never truly grasp. When her father had still been alive he had talked about the family that was left behind on Earth over 4000 years ago. His voice never failed to give out as he spoke about his mother, his father, his sisters and brothers.

Gem’s didn’t have family though. The closest thing Domina ever had was her father and maybe Pearl if you were being particularly loose with the term.

Seeing Steven interact with not only the Crystal Gems but also Connie, Greg, and Sabina redefined it for her. Her father had never used the term ‘family’ to describe the gentle teasing that went on, the genuine interest in each others lives, the care for each others safety. But this had to be what he meant right?

Also tacos were delicious.

The evening faded, Lapis and Peridot took off back to the barn, Connie and Sabina went home,Greg following them after an encouraging pat to Domina’s shoulder and an awkward nod to Yellow Diamond. And soon enough the next day dawned and the group divided. Domina, Yellow Diamond, her pearl, the Renegade Pearl and Steven would actually make the trip to the moon. The rest would stay behind and attempt to contact the rebellion.

“Sure you don’t want to come with us?” Domina asked Pearl. Pearl was reorganizing the medical supplies while Domina quickly made sure there was actually going to be space for everyone.

“Quite sure.” Pearl snapped the box back into position over the bunk opposite of the one Domina was smoothing out. “I’d rather not revisit the moon base if it’s all the same to you.” Her words blurred together and stopped before she could say ‘my diamond’. They needed to talk about everything still. Though Domina certainly didn’t want to bring it up.

“Of course, of course,” Domina said quickly. “I don’t really blame you, I’m not looking forward to this. I’m almost positive the renegade is still irritated with me and Yellow has been...” Domina sighed. Pearl set a hand on her shoulder.

“White will eventually blow herself out, and as for Yellow Diamond...” Pearl trailed off, Domina looked at her, expecting her to say something, anything really. Instead Pearl patted her shoulder. “Good luck.”

****

It was like everything that happened in the last few days was fighting for the chance to be the worst thing ever. Visiting Pink’s moonbase though? That might have the bump that fracked the ruby’s crack. Yellow Diamond sat on one of the beds towards the back of the ship, attempting to ignore Domina trying to teach the Quartz Hybrid to fly her death trap of a ship, along with the Renegade Pearl’s squawking.

“Steven no you need to watch your thrust!”

“He’s fine, just ease off the throttle a bit.”

“Um guys, is that light supposed to be flashing?”

“It’s fine it’ll turn off in a second, now pull off completely and just hit that button for the landing cycle when the door opens.” Domina turned from the screen and busied herself with some menial task as the ship landed. That was another thing, Domina had been acting off the last few days, normally Yellow barely saw her walk, but lately she hadn’t even been floating, something to do with her injury perhaps? Though Steven had healed it...

The door to the ship opened onto the ground floor. Yellow Diamond stepped out first. It was dark and pristine. Pearl stepped out slightly behind her, illuminating the wall bearing her mural with her gem. The silence was broken by Steven leaping through the air.

“Woohoo!” He cheered as he gently floated to the the ground and then rocketed back up.

“Really Steven, you don’t need to be on a planet with a lower gravitational pull to do that anymore.” The renegade Pearl called.

“I know but it’s still fun-”

“Frack!” Domina shouted, Yellow Diamond whipped around to see, thankfully that she had just tripped and was ungracefully scrambling to right herself while floating in mid air.

“Really Domina.” She said with a sigh. The other diamond eventually managed to pull herself up by grabbing on to the ship.

“What? Not all of us adjust automatically to the local gravity.” She muttered, then looked around at the murals. “Ah.. the old ones.” She said quickly moving her illumination from the mural of her mother to the one of Pink Diamond.

“Let's be quick about this.” Yellow Diamond said with a frown walking over to the stairs, they activated and began to shift, underlit with a pale yellow light. The stairs opened up onto the middle floor and Yellow Diamond paused briefly. The sphere was still there. And more importantly it was still recording. How in star’s name was it still recording.

“Oh wow, we haven’t used these in centuries.” Domina said delicately stepping off the stairs and flailing to regain her balance.

“What is it?” Steven asked.

“It’s not what we’re here for.” The renegade said and though she wouldn’t admit it Yellow was inclined to agree with her.

“It’s a Colonization Sphere, they’re in all the moon bases to record transmissions, along with colony plans, warp network logs and, all kinds of other stuff.” Domina said oblivious to Yellow Diamonds irritation. “This one’s still on though, I wonder if it’s connected to the local geode.” She reached up to touch it.

“Leave it alone!” Yellow Snapped. Domina jolted back from the sphere and spun, or rather attempted to spin, to look at her. She looked irritated but nodded after a moment,and very carefully walked back to the stairs. Yellow Diamond actually felt herself relax, a outburst like that would have never slid by with White. But Domina wasn’t White.

****

All Diamond bases were built on the same schematic, even the ones that the fleet set up during the preliminary building phase. Nowadays though, they all came with gravity regulators. Domina felt sick, she hated being in minimal gravity under normal circumstances, but she couldn’t even fly to avoid it.

The top floor of the moon base was the control room, even that hadn’t changed that much, though normally the chair was much bigger, and console wasn’t completely smashed. Yellow Diamond seemed to be ignoring that part of the room and instead looked over the floor for the access panel to the generator. She found it a few moments later and the piece rotated into the room.

“Woah.” Steven said. “It kind of looks like the Crystal Heart.” He said.

“The what?”

“It’s a thing in the temple.” Steven said with a shrug. Domina looked at the Renegade instead.

“A geo ther-”She began

“It’s a geothermal power source that can rectify dimensional inconsistencies and hold them in relative unison to a singular access point.” Yellow Diamond cut the pearl off from where she was carefully looking over the power system, “I designed them a few thousand years before you were born.”

“You designed it?!” Steven asked “That’s cool!” Yellow Diamond stopped and looked at Steven with a blank expression before turning to her Pearl. “I need a molecular seperator.” Yellow Pearl blinked.

“My Diamond, I apologize I don’t have one with me,” She said.

“There’s one on the ship,” Domina said. “I’ll show you.” though she wasn’t relishing the climb back down the stairs.

“Get it.” Yellow Diamond said, plainly ignoring the renegades irritated look. Yellow Pearl bowed and practically ran out of the room. Domina followed, doing her best to ignore the churning of her stomach. Thankfully she could close her eyes and carefully float most of the way down.

“I could have found it myself White Diamond,” Yellow Pearl said. Domina shook her head.

“It’s fine, besides this chest is a mess, Pearl stays out of it most of the time.” She searched through her tools,the molecular separator always fell to the bottom. “She told me that if I was going to complain when she reorganized it then I could take care of it myself.” Domina said with a laugh. Yellow Pearl looked at her in shock.

“You...I’m sorry, you let her...” Yellow Pearl trailed off, as if she wasn’t sure exactly how to phrase it.

“Talk to me like that?” Domina prompted, the pearl nodded. “Yes, though I mean, it’s not like she does very often,” Domina handed over the seperator. “Do you want me to tell Yellow to stop ordering you around?” She asked hesitantly “I’ve been meaning too, she needs to be careful.. And she can be a little ridiculous, I mean where were you supposed to get a molecular separator if I didn’t have one?” Yellow Pearl shrank back from her.

“It’s my job,” She said. “No disrespect intended my diamond but I am capable of dealing with her... moods,” Domina snorted slightly.

“That's the nice way of putting it. Alright I’ll stay out of it, just.. let me know, She decides to listen to me every once in a while.” She said. Yellow Pearl Nodded and saluted her, then stopped when she saw Domina’s frown. “You don’t have to salute me.” She said.

“I...” Yellow Pearl sighed. “Yes White Diamond, Thank you for your assistance.”

“Anytime.” Domina said. Yellow Pearl raced up the stairs and Domina began her shaky ascent. She entered the Sphere’s room again and paused. Yellow had told her to leave it alone, but, She could hear the sound of the supports on the generator being seperated. They wouldn’t need her until it was time to go back. She could take a look through the Colony’s logs. This kind of information wouldn’t be available in the empires databases anyway.

Domina reached out and touched the sphere. Like all Homeworld technology it was smooth to the touch for the brief moment before it began to glow white along geometric patterns in the surface. A screen appeared in the far side of the room, taking of the whole wall. Domina scrolled through the information idly, before finally landing on ‘Transmissions’. There were only a few recorded entries and Domina opened up the first one.

The screen changed to show the control room, tinted by a pink light. A gem, about the size of a jasper, with wild unkempt hair wearing puffed sleeves leaned on the console with her knees on the chair behind her. On her stomach was a clearly visible diamond.

“Testing one two three, Homeworld can you hear me!?!”

#Steven Universe #Fanfiction #su fanfic #White Diamond #Pink Pearl #Seditionis Adamas Chapters #Vulgaris Adamas

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cybernightwanderer · 4 years

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I went over the “How to Recognize the Signs of Mental and Emotional Abuse” article and heres whats familiar : 46 out of 64 Signs LOL

-Name-calling. They’ll blatantly call you “stupid,” “a loser,” or words too awful to repeat here. There were too many times my mom would come to my room yelling and threatning to beat, or actually beat me up and call me a whore and a piece of shit. Still does, just doesnt call me a whore now, just calls me stupid and a a piece of shit occasionally. -Character assassination. This usually involves the word “always.” You’re always late, wrong, screwing up, disagreeable, and so on. Basically, they say you’re not a good person. Everyday AALL DAY. Things i used or barely did as a child , and keeps trowing at as an adult. -Yelling. Yelling, screaming, and swearing are meant to intimidate and make you feel small and inconsequential. It might be accompanied by fist-pounding or throwing things. No need to even explain this. -Patronizing. “Aw, sweetie, I know you try, but this is just beyond your understanding.” “Ah nooo, youll never be responsible to have your own life” -Public embarrassment. They pick fights, expose your secrets, or make fun of your shortcomings in public. Yup...

-Dismissiveness. You tell them about something that’s important to you and they say it’s nothing. Body language like eye-rolling, smirking, headshaking, and sighing help convey the same message. Trying to explain to her i dont like something or i dont wanna do something and why, trying to explain certain things she does harms me. And i just get mocked and threatned instead. - Insults of your appearance. They tell you, just before you go out, that your hair is ugly or your outfit is clownish. Every single day. Also to a point that she did this many times in front of strangers, or in front of my friends.

-Belittling your accomplishments. Your abuser might tell you that your achievements mean nothing, or they may even claim responsibility for your success. Yup -Put-downs of your interests. They might tell you that your hobby is a childish waste of time or you’re out of your league when you play sports. Really, it’s that they’d rather you not participate in activities without them. I stopped practising my drawing skills because she would always say i had no future in drawing characters and shitty stuff. Even tho i was starting and practising. That i had no future in it. -Pushing your buttons. Once your abuser knows about something that annoys you, they’ll bring it up or do it every chance they get. Daily picking fights with me, the yells at me for fighting with her and misstreats me. -Threats. Telling you they’ll take the kids and disappear, or saying “There’s no telling what I might do.” Threatning to kick me off the house whenever i refuse to do something she tells me to. For example, a few years ago, i was barely holding on with a minimal wage , she would take a cut out of it, so there was this month i did a whole month without days off to try and gather money to go to barcelona. She knew i had money saved up and threatened to kick me off the house if i didnt give her extra 100 euros for house rent. Usually stuff like this always. -Monitoring your whereabouts. They want to know where you are all the time and insist that you respond to calls or texts immediately. They might show up just to see if you’re where you’re supposed to be. If i go out with my friends or stay in my friends houses, if i go to a concert or anything, she will non stop be calling me and texting until i reply. Even if i already told her who i would be with and where ( i have to tell her always ) And always have to tell what i am doing. If i dont she will be mad for weeks and take it out on me. -Digital spying. They might check your internet history, emails, texts, and call log. They might even demand your passwords. Like the previous one, she asks my aunt to sent her my ig stuff and fb stuff i post, so i had to remove my entire family from my social network. Because she would always come up to me daily “ ah u posted this why? “ wether it would be a selfie or a poem. And is always messaging me on whatsapp and humiliating me and crontrolling wich picture i post on whatsapp. I generaly like to post my user photo of whatsapp as something funny, wether its my face with a filter, or a funny meme. Two months ago i posted a guy with his ass pinned up, wich was hilarious. She kept yelling at me everymorning, and even threatned to hit me , to take the picture down , because it looked bad. The picture was something like this ( not this, but the pose kinda )

- Unilateral decision-making. They might close a joint bank account, cancel your doctor’s appointment, or speak with your boss without asking. ALWAYS does these kinds of things without my consent. I work 12h a day everyday, im always tired, and i barely have money , and she “trying to take care of me “ will settle apointments for really expensive doctors witouth asking me if i even want, and will get mad at me when i tell her to cancel , saying im a big girl that i have to do it, SO i have to take out sometype of time during my busy work day to make a call to cancel something she settled without even asking me , and will be mad for weeks and take it out on me calling me names and shit. And if i dont accept her “ lending me the money for the apointment “ she will get mad and call me ungratfull and stupid. -Financial control. They might keep bank accounts in their name only and make you ask for money. You might be expected to account for every penny you spend. Well yeah.. dont even need to say anything here. - Lecturing. Belaboring your errors with long monologues makes it clear they think you’re beneath them. Or here... -Direct orders. From “Get my dinner on the table now” to “Stop taking the pill,” orders are expected to be followed despite your plans to the contrary. This daily basis. -Outbursts. You were told to cancel that outing with your friend or put the car in the garage, but didn’t, so now you have to put up with a red-faced tirade about how uncooperative you are. Always calling me lazy and shit for not doing HER OWN STUFF. -Treating you like a child. They tell you what to wear, what and how much to eat, or which friends you can see. I am 30 years old. -Feigned helplessness. They may say they don’t know how to do something. Sometimes it’s easier to do it yourself than to explain it. They know this and take advantage of it. Whatever happends she always plays the pity party card “ ahh im old” , “ ahhh i had an aneurism ( even tho she has been fine for two/three years now LOL )”, “ ahh my blood pressure “ She used that as an excuse to always ditch arguments or important discussions when she is loosing, and if i dont shut up she will threaten to kick me off the house or beat me. For example the other day she was shamming me out of nowhere from trying to commit suicide, and i told her she was one of the main reasons. She immediatly started to call me names, tried to hit me, and trow me out of the car. -Unpredictability. They’ll explode with rage out of nowhere, suddenly shower you with affection, or become dark and moody at the drop of a hat to keep you walking on eggshells. She flips randomly during the day, im afraid to leave my room. Or that she will enter my room. -They walk out. In a social situation, stomping out of the room leaves you holding the bag. At home, it’s a tool to keep the problem unresolved. She humiliates me in public then randomly walks out. -Using others. Abusers may tell you that “everybody” thinks you’re crazy or “they all say” you’re wrong. She likes to tell her friends and our family how “ irresponsable”, “immature” and no good for nothing i am, and how i am LEECHING her off... LOL -Jealousy. They accuse you of flirting or cheating on them. Usualy when i game or sometimes, ppl call me and talk to me, and she will eavesdropp my conversation and enter my room to hear better, or later wait until i leave the room , to complain about how i treat my friends so well , and speak so well to them , and how it is possible that i talk to her bad all the time and treat her like shit (? LOL ) Well for starters my friends dont misstreat me or call me names, or try to humiliate me or control me LOL or even pick fights with me. She will get mad at me for not wanting to spend time with her, and spending time with my friends. That im ungratefull and a bad daughter. LOL -Turning the tables. They say you cause their rage and control issues by being such a pain. This, that its my fault. That its my fault everything. - Denying something you know is true. An abuser will deny that an argument or even an agreement took place. This is called gaslighting. It’s meant to make you question your own memory and sanity. For example the other day , olso on the car, with the suicide attempt talk, i was trying to explain why and i told her my most painfull memory of her, was her beating me up for not knowing how to solve a math problem in 3rd grade. That she punched me several times because she tought i had awnsered 7 instead of 1. And she started yelling at me saying i made that up and shit. Like bitch i was afraid of doing my homework home because you would beat the crap out of me, instead of teatching me LOL. She once again used the “ blood pressure “ excuse and tried to hit me and kick me off the car in mid highway. -Using guilt. They might say something like, “You owe me this. Look at all I’ve done for you,” in an attempt to get their way. Ahh this is a classic. She says i owe her everything she asks for because SHE BIRTHED ME AND RAISED ME. And she used this argument to manipulate me in everything. -Goading then blaming. Abusers know just how to upset you. But once the trouble starts, it’s your fault for creating it. Yup -Denying their abuse. When you complain about their attacks, abusers will deny it, seemingly bewildered at the very thought of it. According to her, she just does everything she does because she cares LOL. -Accusing you of abuse. They say you’re the one who has anger and control issues and they’re the helpless victim. LOLOLOL cannot say this enought, SHE ACCUSES ME of being the abusive one , simply because i talk back, because i dont wanna be around her and because i fight with her LOL. Even tho she starts the fights and im just defending myself from her. -Trivializing. When you want to talk about your hurt feelings, they accuse you of overreacting and making mountains out of molehills. Yup -Saying you have no sense of humor. Abusers make personal jokes about you. If you object, they’ll tell you to lighten up. Yup -Blaming you for their problems. Whatever’s wrong in their life is all your fault. You’re not supportive enough, didn’t do enough, or stuck your nose where it didn’t belong. ALSO YUP -Destroying and denying. They might crack your cell phone screen or “lose” your car keys, then deny it. Tried to break my things numerous of times, or trash them or give them away. Wich she did. -Demanding respect. No perceived slight will go unpunished, and you’re expected to defer to them. But it’s a one-way street. Yup... She will happly tell me how to dress saying what im wearing is ugly, i will politely tell her to stop, she will continue to give her “opinion” i will get tired and yell to stop , she will immediatly demand respect and tell me i have no right to talk back at her and that im disrespectfull and stupid. -Shutting down communication. They’ll ignore your attempts at conversation in person, by text, or by phone. Yup -Dehumanizing you. They’ll look away when you’re talking or stare at something else when they speak to you. Yup -Keeping you from socializing. Whenever you have plans to go out, they come up with a distraction or beg you not to go. Also Yup She wouldnt let me go out if i didnt do my bed, and would make up shit just so i wouldnt go out, until i got tired and gave up. -Trying to come between you and your family. They’ll tell family members that you don’t want to see them or make excuses why you can’t attend family functions. Well she constantly came in between my first real good therapist. I was finally seeing a good therapist a few years ago. I was finally relieved and tought i could trust him, all of a suddent she demanded to be in the therapy sessions. So in the sessions instead of talking about what upset me and her constant mental abuse, the therapist gave in to her demands, and started adressing HER issues with me. I remenber the LAST time i decided to attend the doctor. He would first attend my mom , then me. So i came up, and he started his usual talks, and i wanted to talk to him that day about the nightmares i was having and if he could help me. And all of a suddent he cut the conversation off by saying “ ah wait so your mother tells be you have been staying a lot of time on your computer “ “ that you dont socialize with your friends and that you dont go out “ I mean i wonder why i get stuck in my pc and dont go out with my friends LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL She would always cut me off from meeting my friends, she would always control me, so i had less interest or courage to make friends year by year. And gaming was the only thing that brought me joy in my shitty depressed life coz i couldnt develop any interests. -Withholding affection. They won’t touch you, not even to hold your hand or pat you on the shoulder. They may refuse sexual relations to punish you or to get you to do something. She wil straight up give me the cold shoulder, ignore me if she is mad because i didnt do something how she wanted. When i had hand surgery, she refused to go with me, or get me. By me it was ok , she didnt need to go or anything. So after surgery i told the doctors i would take myself home, and why. And they didnt allowe me and still called my mom even thought i told them she wouldnt. She treated me so badly after picking me up from the hospital because they called her. -Tuning you out. They’ll wave you off, change the subject, or just plain ignore you when you want to talk about your relationship. Yup -Actively working to turn others against you. They’ll tell co-workers, friends, and even your family that you’re unstable and prone to hysterics. YUP -Calling you needy. When you’re really down and out and reach out for support, they’ll tell you you’re too needy or the world can’t stop turning for your little problems. YUP -Interrupting. You’re on the phone or texting and they get in your face to let you know your attention should be on them. Yup -Indifference. They see you hurt or crying and do nothing. Yup - Disputing your feelings. Whatever you feel, they’ll say you’re wrong to feel that way or that’s not really what you feel at all. Yup

#domestic violence #domestic abuse #suicide #depression #anxiety #toxic #toxic mother #toxic behaviour #toxic family #self #toughts #end my life #misery #pain #trauma #end my fucking life #end my existence #end my pain #end my misery

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kemuele · 5 years

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Never-Ending Survey: Kemuel || Elouan

Rules: Repost, do not reblog

Tagged by: @lightdevoid because you love me

Tagging: @ whoever wants to/finds it interesting!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Kemuel || Elouan Sauveterre

NICKNAME: Kem, K, Pigeon || Elou, El,

AGE: unknown, appears to be in 30s || 34

BIRTHDAY: none, but like 12/9 || 9th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Archangel? That count? || Elezen Wildwood

NATIONALITY: n/a || Gridanian

LANGUAGE/S: all ancient/current languages to some extent, fluent in English/Enochian || Common

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

HOME TOWN / AREA: Heaven || Gridania, towards the outskirts that lead to Hawthorne Hut (East Shroud)

CURRENT HOME: Earth, primarily Pacific Northwest in America | Travels a lot, but can be seen more frequently in Ishgard.

PROFESSION: Archangel due to created duties, whereas entry-level gigs to pay for his ‘human home’ || Sell sword Paladin, sometimes returns to being an errand boy or courier back in Gridania or other nations.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Umber, short on the sides with medium-length on top.

EYES: Dark brown, flecks of gold seen when light hits them perfectly.

FACE: Large brows and lips, defined jaw and cheekbones with signs of stubble along his jaw and upper lip. || Same for all except stubble is minimal to none, and a long scar can be seen on his right cheek, extending from his jaw all the way to his orbital socket.

LIPS: Full, with a pinkish-beige complexion. || Somewhat full, often found in a light smile.

COMPLEXION: Tan || Likewise tan, more on the warm scale of flesh with freckles spattered along his upper cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

BLEMISHES: None.

SCARS: Scars litter his body in varying severity, with most concentrated on back and forearms. One long, jagged scar can be seen towards the ‘root’ of his left wing, just as it connects to his body. || Scars likewise litter Elou’s body in the same fashion, yet that long scar on his back is instead smaller, running from left shoulder down to mid-back.

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 6′10″

WEIGHT: 230lbs

BUILD: Broad shoulders, toned and pronounced muscles, with an overall build resembling that of the average rugby player.

FEATURES: Has three pairs of wings designated visible, yet only two does he show on earth. These wings all have blue eyes on them that see at different levels of light waves, referencing his true form. ||

ALLERGIES: None.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Kept out of his face, combed towards the back of his head and given a little volume with the disheveling towards roots. Sometimes he’ll use clips as it dries to get that look.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Pensive, with brown eyes looking around and lips pursed, sometimes his brow is furrowed due to concentration.

USUAL CLOTHING: Somewhat formal attire, primarily slacks and button-up shirts. He may wear a blazer or the like when he feels like it. || Armor, and heavy at that. When he’s taking a break from the sword, he can be seen wearing a tunic and trousers, as well as dark boots that cut off at the ankle.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Falling from heaven, deep waters, death, being forgotten || being forgotten, failure, betrayal, and deep waters.

ASPIRATION/S: To be better, make heaven and Father proud || Become a renown paladin and help others reach that level of dedication in their field, primarily tank or damage-oriented roles.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, kind, patient, intuitive, intelligent, caring, stubborn, hardworking/driven

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, hard-working, self-sacrificing, lacking in direction (Kemuel), aggressive

TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic

ANIMALS: Dogs, Bears || Golden Chocobo

VICE HABIT/S: Anger, overworking to the point of detrimental consequences.

FAITH: Is a believer, given his own existence. || Not extremely religious, but aware and acknowledging of the Twelve.

GHOSTS?: Yes.

AFTERLIFE?: Not for him.

REINCARNATION?: No.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: None

EDUCATION LEVEL: N/A? || Nothing advanced as a whole, except in the ways of the gladiator and paladin. He has basic knowledge in mending his clothes and developing armory/blacksmith skills.

FAMILY.

FATHER : N/A except by name, God || Anatole Sauveterre

MOTHER : N/A || Margeaux Sauveterre

SIBLINGS : Too many to count || None

EXTENDED FAMILY: None

NAME MEANING/S: Helper of God || Light, Safe land

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: He’s the archangel that, in old times, had guarded the gates of heaven, as well as act as a leading archon. He is also the archangel that has an army of twenty thousand angels dedicated solely for destruction, an apt tool in the early wars and the final ‘hurrah’ during the days of end. || Not quite, just suitable due to how beautiful sunlight can interact with the Black Shroud and its forests.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Can’t say for certain, but he has a feeling it’d be something like The Song of Achilles || hasn’t read too much, but Count Fortempt’s logs are interesting. Likewise with the Wondrous Trails in Idyllshire.

DEITY: He has no favorite, given his limited interaction with them. || His guardian deity, Azeyma the Warden

HOLIDAY: None in particular || Moonfire Faire

MONTH: August || Eorzean equivalent

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Eden || New Gridania

WEATHER: Sunny with a cool breeze

SOUND / S: rain, leaves dancing in the wind, old hymns, thunder, laughter, metal hitting metal, shouts from war

SCENT / S: after an evening rain shower, sweat from sparring, metal and leather from armor, freshly brewed tea, and roses.

TASTE / S: warm, somewhat sweet like daifuku mochi or yams

FEEL / S: warmth, another person’s body against his own or in his arms, feathers, cotton fabric.

ANIMAL / S: Dogs and Grizzly Bears, as well as Golden Eagles || Chocobo

NUMBER: 20

COLORS: Gold, Copper, Umber, Cerulean

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Singing, swordsmanship, and leading.

BAD AT: Cooking, small talk in general, identifying romantic interest.

TURN ONS: Smiles, deep conversations, sparring, and loyalty.

TURN OFFS: Indecisive, overtly worried/anxious, untrusting, and lacking of faith.

HOBBIES: Reading, star gazing, visiting the sick (Kem more so than Elou).

TROPES: Lawful Good, Gentle Giant, Light is Good, Now Let Me Carry You

QUOTES: “Loyal to the end, even when I may no longer stand or carry the sword of my creator.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1 : Name is tba, I suppose. Something like an action film, with intense fight scenes or fixation on the preparation of war? With lulls that offer character introspection and some more tender moments between characters, telling his story and duties as an Archangel in heaven, and then ending through his first steps on earth.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2 : Gustav Holst- the Planets- Mars, Bringer of Wars, perhaps.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3 : I wanted to try my take at an angel, but not just some pretty boy with wings. I had the intent to make his ‘true form’ the regular appearance, yet the time it’d take to draw countless of icons and format it with my schedule/energy doesn’t work. I wanted to make an angel that believed to be good and just, even when his actions don’t necessarily reflect that. Kem’s a character that has yet to be his own person and live life for himself, but much rather, revolves 90% of his actions around God.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4 : The idea that angels aren’t just these pretty faces that do good and are good no matter what. There’s a level of complexity to their nature, good derived from what God had deemed such rather than formed from their own mind. I wanted to explore the consequences of this isolated life of an angel, where any actions of independence happen to be discouraged and punished, likewise when orders are deemed immoral by an angel, too.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : He seems static. Fixed in his ways and never quite going to improve. It’s the biggest thing that I find hard for me to circumvent or get him into a new

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6 : Reading, thinking, and general kindness as a whole? We’re both interested in learning yet Kem’s is limited to what texts and like are in front of him, compared to actively seeking that new information without ties to God/heaven. I tend to think before I speak, often times taking hours or days to truly reflect on my actions or general conversations before I can offer anything I deem ‘complete’.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7 : I believe Kemuel, given his character and such, may view me with some respect for my drive to work hard and do my best, but hold some concern over my mental health/background.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8 : Interesting? Well, there’s a lot. I want to start out with Fracturedsword’s Michael, as he and Kem are able to properly explore a healthy sibling dynamic and help each other up in their times of need. Making a thread revolve around their physical presence in one another’s lives, as well as the idea that men don’t have to be ‘macho’ or reserved in their emotions is truly nice to see! Likewise, lightdevoid’s Kurasa gives Kem’s FF14 verse a run for their patience. I like that we have this conflict in their current dynamic, making things like friendship harder to obtain but more rewardable in that regard. Likewise with wildborne’s tiger Queen, Skylar. She opens up a world of humanity and individualism that he had otherwise been starved of. The two share their respective worlds with one another, and then intertwine themselves in a world of their own making. One derived from a friendship and curiosity.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse?

A9 : Hozier (see Sunlight and Church), Bastille (Icarus, Kindness, The Anchor), One Republic’s Native Album, American Authors’ Deep Waters, and summer sunsets.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?

A10 : Too long, I got distracted and then stumped on some questions. Say, two days?

#voice from above | ooc #testimony | rules & info #documented time | save tag #cw: long post #long post

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sarahjane0886 · 7 years

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Fix a Heart 25

Chapter 25 - Where You Lead

Where you lead, I will follow Anywhere that you tell me to If you need, you need me to be with you I will follow where you lead

"I'm over being patient babe." Val said one night while they were laying in bed.

"I am too but I don't think we have a choice. We can't just make random babies be parent-less for us to steal." She said from her place on his chest. He cracked up at her analogy. "What?! It's the truth."

"I know, it just sounded funny coming out like that." He said as he shifted and tucked her into his neck.

"Dork."

"You don't think we should change our age range do you?" He asked in a more serious tone this time. Two months ago, they had gotten the call they had been waiting for. They were approved for both adopting and fostering which would help their chances of getting a child quicker. Once they got through all the red tape, they were given the chance to put their preferences in as far as what they were preferring in a child. It freaked Val out at first. He said that it was like they were shopping for a child which wasn't fair because it wasn't the way the world worked. So after some discussion, they kept their preferences to an absolute minimum. They were looking for a child under the age of 1, either gender, any race, and they weren't against any medical issues either known or unknown. They also said that while they were preferring to stay in the US this time, they weren't completely against international adoption.

"It's only been a month since they put us on the list. This being patient thing sucks but I think we just need to wait longer. If it's been 6 months, then we should open our options to maybe up to 2." Sharna said internally cringing at what was to be Val's reaction.

"6 months!" He whined making her giggle.

"I know, but there's some things we can do in the meantime." She said.

"Like what? We can't buy or get anything. We don't know what we're getting or what size or anything."

"No, we don't but we know we would prefer a baby so we can prepare. We can decorate a room, buy furniture, that kind of stuff."

"Not if we don't know the gender."

"We'll do a gender neutral room. Or do the basics in neutral colors and we can expand as things go forward."

"What if it doesn't work out?" Val said softly as he pressed into her hair.

"Babe." She said softly pulling back to look at him.

"What?"

"We can't think like that. We just have to be patient. We made it this far, we'll make it the rest way. If it's meant to be, it'll work out."

"Look at you being the positive one." He said kissing her softly.

"I can rock it when I need to." She said with a smirk.

"You are always positive, sometimes it's just hiding." He said tucking her back into his chest.

"Meh, I'll let you keep thinking that." She teased as she yawned.

"You are. You're my strong, brave, positive girl. And sleepy." He said laughing as he pressed a kiss to her head.

"Sleepy is right." She murmured snuggling in.

"Go to sleep princess. I love you." He said rubbing her back.

"I love you too." She said drifting off.

***************************************************************************** The following evening after dinner was done and the two were relaxing, Val brought up the room again.

"What happens if we do have to change our preferences?" He asked.

"Then we change them." She responded.

"Well, no, I mean like if we plan the room. Then what? What if we buy a crib and we end up with a toddler."

"Oh! I understand now. I had no clue what you were going for. Most cribs now are adaptable. You can swap them into a toddler bed, and then a full size bed."

"Oh, really?!" He said confused as all get out.

"Yup, it's kinda awesome actually. If you grab my laptop over there, I can show you." She said shifting her body some while he reached for the computer.

"Can we, maybe, look at other stuff too?" He said sheepishly.

"Did you decide the planning idea was a good one?" She giggled as she curled her legs under her and tucked into his side.

"I decided that having an activity would speed things up. And this is a perfect activity. I just don't know how I feel about gender neutral."

"Trust me, there's lots of options." She said pulling up Pinterest.

"Pinterest?!"

"Once again, trust me." She giggled.

"Okay, okay. I do. I will." He said as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.

"Okay, so we're going to look for gender neutral baby rooms." Sharna said once she was logged into Pinterest and they were both situated.

"Yes." Val confirmed as he fiddled with her tank top strap.

"Alright, see." She said when all the search results came up.

"Oh." He said nodding his head in agreement. There were tons of different options for them.

"I told you." She said with a smirk as she tipped and gave him a quick kiss.

"Yeah, yeah, now you have to sell me on one of these." He teased.

"Oh, that's easy." She said as she started to scroll. There was a lot of black and white themes that neither of them really cared for. Then there were animal ones that Val wasn't too keen on.

"The monkey room is so cute though!" Sharna said with a giggle.

"I know but I just don't...I feel like that projects on the kid."

"You do realize your brother and Pete did an elephant room for Shai."

"I know but Maks has loved elephants for forever, and that's been his dream. It would be different if I loved monkeys or you loved monkeys or have always wanted to do something like that." Val explained.

"Okay, I'll give you that. That makes sense. So are you completely against animals?"

"No, it's just not my choice."

"Alright, skipping all animals for now." She said as she continued. Sharna started a board and they started adding things they liked even minimally.

"Wait, babe, go back up. I liked that sign." Val said directing her back up to the top of the page. She scrolled back up and he showed her which one he meant. It was a white sign with "You are our greatest adventure" written on it. The lettering was in black however in the top right corner there was a blue, teal, and aqua hot air balloon.

"I just like that saying in general."

"That's teal right?" Val asked pointing at the sign.

"It is. How do you feel about teal in a boys room..." Sharna asked looking at him.

"Umm, can we see what it would look like? I mean we don't have to go with this."

"I know, I just really like it and I feel like this is the most excited that you've been too."

"It is. Like you said, I like the saying and if it fits for both a boy and a girl it's perfect." Val said. Sharna nodded in agreement as she pulled up baby boy rooms with teal in them. They found pretty quickly that it was definitely a boy color as well. They looked around for a little longer before they went back to the hot air balloon saying. They both agreed that's what they wanted.

Over the next 6 weeks, they slowly put the room together. They picked paint colors (a deep teal for one wall while the rest were done in a soft gray), furniture (in a deep mahogany wood), decorations, books, and anything else they could think of that wouldn't pertain to a specific child. They went back and forth numerous times on whether to get bedding or not but eventually did get a set that matched the teal and hot air balloon theme. Sharna then picked out a few back up sets just in case they were necessary.

"Princess. What else can we get?" Val asked as he finished putting together the bookshelf unit they had picked for the one corner. They had decided after breakfast that morning that they'd work on the room and then determine if they'd need anything further. She had inventoried things while he was the builder.

"I don't think there's a whole let left babe. We've gotten all the basics. Now we wait." She said giggling as he huffed. Sharna's phone rang at that point and she reached for it.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, it's a local number though." Sharna responded before clicking the answer button on her phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mrs. Chmerkovskiy?" A stern female voice stated.

"This is she." Sharna said standing up from the kitchen table. Val followed her as she moved to stand in front of the picture window.

"Is your husband there with you?"

"He is. Can I ask who this is and what this is about?" She said becoming anxious.

"This is Mrs. Snow from the Adoption Agency. I understand your family is on the foster list correct?"

"Yes, we are. I'm going to put you on speaker phone if that's alright?"

"Yes, definitely, you'll both want to hear this I'm sure."

"Thank you, alright, you may continue."

"This evening there was a car accident. Both adults in the car did not make it however, the infant that the mother was carrying did make it. Now she is premature so she's got some struggles and roadblocks ahead of her however, we are looking to put her within foster care."

"Oh my goodness." Sharna said as her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't imagine that situation. Those parents had to have been so excited to have their baby and now, they were gone and she was left here all alone."

"Just to confirm you're asking us to foster her?" Val said as his hand coasted up and down Sharna's back.

"We are. If you're willing and able, we would like you both to come to the hospital and we can go over the specifics. Typically we would put the infant into the care of the state but this one is going to be a special circumstance."

"We can definitely come now." Sharna said as locking eyes with Val. He nodded in agreement.

"Alright, we are at the Montefiore branch of the Children's Hospital in the Bronx."

"I'm familiar with that branch. We should be able to be there in about 20 – 30 minutes." Val said immediately. This was one of the hospitals that he donated to and volunteered at frequently.

"Do you need an address?"

"No, I volunteer there regularly." Val stated.

"Alright, so when you get here, you can go to the front desk. You'll want to give the code of 457967. They'll give you visitor passes. Take the elevator to floor 7 and then you can ask for me at the nurse's station."

"Okay, so just to confirm, 457967, Floor 7 and ask for you at the nurses station." Val repeated back as he read Sharna's notes off the piece of paper she had found.

"Correct. So I'll be seeing you shortly." Mrs. Snow said.

"Yes, thank you." Sharna stated as they disconnected the call.

"Princess?" Val asked as he finally saw the pale look on his wife's face.

"I'm okay. Just overwhelmed and feeling sad for those parents."

"I know, me too, I can't imagine. I mean they don't really truly know because they aren't here anymore however still." Val said.

"Right, should we take anything? A blanket, a toy, I don't know how this works. I'm going to get attached."

"Whoa, breathe," Val said catching her body and pulling her into him.

"I just, I'm okay. I just want to go and find out all the details."

"Me too. Why don't we go ahead and take one of the extra blankets with us. I'm sure once we find out all the details we can see what else we're permitted to do."

"Right, yes, blanket." Sharna rambled as she moved to the linen closet that sat between their rooms. She pulled out a purple fuzzy blanket which was edged in silk. They had a few lovey type stuffed animals there as well and after hesitating twice, she finally grabbed one of them. It was a puppy who was as soft as they came holding a blanket in it's arms. She then moved to the bedroom and gathered her purse and things all with Val following her around. Once she had everything ready, they headed to the car and started the trip to the hospital. The drive was pretty quiet as they both were trying to sort out their emotions about the current situation. The drive was fairly simple and they were there in right after 20 minutes. They made their way through the check in desk and then up to the 7th floor.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Snow. I'm assuming you are Mr. & Mrs. Chmerkovskiy." An older lady said once the nurse had taken them to a waiting room.

"We are. It's nice to meet you." Val said as they shook hands.

"Likewise, now I'm sure you're both overwhelmed and anxious but I would like to go over some things with you."

"Overwhelmed and anxious may be an understatement." Val said with a chuckle.

"This is your first time too correct?"

"It is." Sharna nodded.

"Okay, so extra everything for you two. I can promise you the experience while sometime hard, can be so rewarding. Now I do want to go over the details and information with you. Bella, there was some presents in the car with what we're assuming was her name on them. Plus we like to give them a name as quickly as possible. But back to Bella, now her mother and father were both in the car and like I said did not make it. At this time, we are researching to see if we can find any relatives or to see if there is any next of kin. This is kind of a special situation however. Bella is about 6 weeks early and right now is on oxygen as well as a variety of other monitors. They are concerned with her ability to thrive due to the loss of her parents and just the traumatic situation. Like I said typically they would be place in the care of the state however, it appears that Bella is going to need a lot of more love and personal care which is why we are looking for someone to foster her sooner. When we chose foster parents we look and see who is going to fit best with the child, and it appears that your work schedules and lifestyle would meet Bella's needs best. Now I do need to ask if any of what I've explained to you so far brings up any concerns."

"Not for me." Sharna said eagerly.

"No concerns we are more than willing to help out Bella as much as we can. But I do have one question however, if I may?"

"You may, and I'm sure I know what it is."

"If you are unable to find next of kin or other family members, what will Bella's position with the state and agency be? Would she be placed for adoption? And since we would be fostering her, would we be able to be considered?"

"I figured that's what it was. It's the most common one. And yes, it would take anywhere from 3 – 6 months to confirm that she has no next of kin or other family members however if or when it is decided, she would be placed for adoption. You both would be given the opportunity first to request for her adoption. If you would decline, we would leave her in your foster care until we have found a permanent situation for her."

"Alright, I just, not that it would sway us either way, but I know that we both have to be thinking of it." Val explained.

"And rightfully so, it shows your hearts are in the right place. You are concerned with her future and your future as her care-takers as well."

"Well, I know that there is no way that we won't get attached to her. And so if it would be that she would be taken and given elsewhere, we would just want to know."

"Understandable. And thank you for being up front about that. It's a very hard and sticky situation but these babies especially Bella at the moment do need people to love them in the meantime even if it means they may not be their forever family."

"Well, we would never say no, but I think it's better to be prepared for the possibility rather than to spend the whole time jaded."

"Agreed. Now would you like to meet Miss Bella?"

"Yes." Sharna said standing up quickly making Val and Mrs. Snow chuckle. She looked sheepish for a second but then shrugged.

"Okay, you both will need to scrub and gown before going in." She said as she led them back the hallway before swiping her card and getting them in. She took them to a washroom where a nurse was waiting. She introduced herself and Christine before she showed them everything they needed to do before giving them gowns and taking them in. Mrs. Snow took all the steps as well, before following them in.

"This is our Miss Bella. She weighs about 4 ibs and she is 10 inches long. She's been having some issues breathing which is to be expected since her lungs are not fully developed. And she's also having some trouble maintaining body temperature. Typically what we would do in that instance is have the parents do Kangaroo care which not only helps with the body temperature but just also helps with adjusting to the world because they are able to lie closely against the parent. However, that's not quite possible in Bella's case."

"Wait, what's kangaroo care?" Val asked unsure of the situation.

"Skin to skin." Sharna murmured already entranced by the little girl. She was super tiny, no bigger than a tiny baby doll as she lay there with wires and tubes everywhere. There was a small hat on her head however she was so tiny that it engulfed her body. That and the diaper she was wearing which was huge on her as well. She felt her heart contract at the sight itself. She wanted to fix it.

"Exactly. It's proven to be quite helpful not only in preemies but in all babies. It's the closest we can get them to what it felt like to be in the womb."

"Can we do it?" Sharna asked looking up at her.

"Uhh..." Christine stuttered. They didn't let anyone touch the babies except for the parents and approved next of kin which was very rare because the next of kin tended to be grandparents who were elderly and a lot of times capable of carrying different illnesses.

"They are the prospective foster parents." Mrs. Snow said.

"Yes, then you can. Well as long as you fully agree to the fostering." Christine said. She had worked on a few cases where after the couple seen what they would be up against they had backed out of the opportunity.

"We are." Val and Sharna said together in unison without even looking at each other.

"You'll have to sign the paperwork and everything but I figured as much. Since they are scrubbed and gowned, we can do the paperwork in a bit."

"So we can hold her?" Sharna asked again. She knew she couldn't fix things like she wanted but she wanted to do what she could and at that moment, offering comfort was about it.

"You can, do you want to try the skin to skin? Or would you just like to hold her?" Christine asked.

"If you think it's a good idea, I'm okay with the skin to skin." Sharna nodded. Val could see she was already enthralled with the little one.

"I do, but I don't want to push your comfort level. We would be putting her on your bare chest."

"That's fine. I want to help her and if you think that will help, then I'll do that."

"Alright, if you want to come with me, we'll get you a hospital gown that way you can still have some coverage." Christine said as she led Sharna away.

"She's already in love." Val murmured to Mrs. Snow as he watched Bella. She squirmed unhappily in the incubator as the monitors whirled, whined, and beeped.

"It's hard not to fall in love. It's what Bella needs though."

"You have no idea on the likelihood of them finding family members for her? That sounds horrible. You don't have to answer that."

"No Mr. Chmerkovskiy, it's not horrible. I completely get it. I mean at any age it would be hard to get attached knowing that they can possibly be ripped away. I can tell you that at this time, I have no idea what steps have been taken. I do know that no one in the immediate vicinity was located. No family members or friends. If that would have happened, we would have went with them first. We will continue to look for other far out family and see if we find anyone which can go either way. We could find no one and it becomes a waiting game or we find someone and they say they are incapable of handling."

"Wait, they can say no?"

"Most definitely. And if they really didn't want the responsibility, we would want them too. There's people out there like you and your wife who honest really want to help. We would not want to put these children with people just because. Especially when they need all the love they can get especially when it's an older child. They are scared and confused and all they know is that their parents are no longer there for them."

"I know it's not the same but my brother and I immigrated over here with our mom. Our dad stayed behind for the first 6 months so he could maintain his job and send us funds. That time was a horrible experience just because sometimes you just want your parents. I mean I knew he was coming eventually, it was just going to be quite some time. So I can't imagine knowing that it would never happen again."

"Right."

"We're back." Christine said as she and Sharna returned to the room. Sharna was wearing a hospital gown but had it tied in the front. She looked nervously at Val for a second before she focused on Bella.

"Princess?" He said softly.He could see the sheer focus she had going on at the moment. It made him nervous because as much as he wanted to help, he knew what they stood to lose. What she'd lose and what it would most likely do to her. So he was hesitant.

"I'm okay." She whispered back. He knew it wasn't completely the truth but no one could be completely okay in the situation.

"Sharna, you can go ahead and take a seat in the rocker. I'll help you get her situated and then we'll also wrap a blanket around this side of her." Christine explained.

"Ohh, are we allowed to bring her a blanket?" Sharna asked remembering the blanket they had brought.

"You are but we'll have to sterilize it first." Christine said.

"We have one. We left it in the room where you had us leave our things. Can we give it to you to do so?" Val asked.

"Definitely. Actually, once we get Bella settled with Sharna, I'll stick around for a bit to make sure her stats don't go all over the place and then I'll give you guys sometime with her. That's probably the best thing ever for her. Just some quiet cuddle time. But I can grab it at that point so you don't have to leave her."

"Is there a reason her stats would go all over the place?" Val said alarmed.

"Some babies don't like the skin to skin and we're moving her tininess. And it's alarming. So we just want to be sure. It's not likely but better to be safe than sorry. Sharna, are you ready?" Christine asked as she opened the incubator.

"Yes, wait Val, come here." Sharna said suddenly wanting Val near her.

"I'm right here princess." He said moving to the right of her. He rested his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll wait outside. Or well, let's plan to go ahead and talk and do your paperwork if that's still what you want this evening around 6. Does that sound okay?" Mrs. Snow asked.

"That's perfect." Val said not completely focusing on the woman as he watched Christine slowly open the incubator and take the tiny infant out. She cradled her ever so gracefully in her hands as she moved over to Sharna who already had her top opened. Christine must have shown her what to do when she got changed. She settled her against Sharna before adjusting the wires so that the two were as comfortable as they could be. She then wrapped a blanket around Bella as well.

"Here Val." Christine said as she slid a chair over for him. He sat down and looked down at the little girl in his wife's arms. She had the slightest puff of dark brown hair on her head and her eyes were as blue as they came. Bella's eyes were open and looking around however once she was settled on Sharna, they fluttered while she seemed to burrow into Sharna's chest. Her eyes fell shut as she seemed to drift off to sleep.

"Sleep precious, you're safe now." Sharna whispered as she stroked Bella's cheek with the back of her finger. Bella's breathing which had been erratic and forced started to settle and at first Val got nervous however when he realized the machines weren't beeping as much as they had been, he realized it was because she was calmer.

"I'm going to leave you guys alone now. Val, the blanket?" Christine asked.

"On the second shelf in the dark gray bag. I believe Sharna put a stuffed puppy in there as well if that's acceptable. The blanket is purple." Val said not moving his eyes from the little one.

"Okay, there's a call button if you need anything but I'll be back in after about an hour. And we can see all her monitors on the screen out at the desk." She said realizing she wasn't even being heard at the moment. She smiled and said a silent prayer that everything would work out just how it needed too.

"Princess." Val said softly after they had sat there silently for what felt like forever. Sharna just rocked slowly back and forth as she watched the little one curled up against her.

"Yeah." Sharna said finally looking up at her husband.

"You alright?"

"Yes and no. I just, this feels so right but so wrong at the same time for more than one reason. But I just want to help her. I want to be there for her."

"Even if she doesn't end up with us?" He asked gently not wanting to upset her. Her eyes immediately filled with tears she had been holding back ever since she came in the room earlier.

"Yes. I have to. Whatever journey the world has us on, we need to keep her in it. She may end up being our daughter or she may end up with some long lost family member but for right now she just needs as much love and safety as she can endure. I know what that feels like. To need that and crave it and not know how to ask for it. I found someone to give it to me, and I think we need to be the ones who give it to her." Sharna said as Bella shifted just slightly and whimpered.

"Shhhh sweetheart." Val said automatically as his hand came to rest on her just like Sharna's. She whimpered once more but pressed back into Sharna and settled.

"See. Val, we have to do this. We can't leave her. She needs us. Please tell me you agree." Sharna said as the tears finally started to fall. She tipped her head back to keep them from hitting Bella in the process of her meltdown.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay." Val said as he slid his hand up into the blankets finding her fingers and squeezing them tightly. He used his free hand to wipe her tears off her cheeks.

"You should have a medal for the number of times you've wiped my tears." Sharna said with a partial giggle trying to lighten the situation.

"Or a golden kleenex." He teased leaning up to kiss her.

"Hey..." She said in mock upset.

"Just kidding, I love you, tears, snot, and all." He said as he wiped her nose quickly as well.

"I love you too." She said as she locked eyes with him again.

"Back to other things though, I will say I was leery at first but seeing her on you and realizing what the road ahead of her could be, I agree. No matter the outcome or who she ends up, in the meantime, we have to be there for her."

"Even if it means we lose her."

"Even if it means we lose her." Val responded softly as he looked down at the little one. He couldn't explain what he was feeling in his heart at that moment but he knew it was huge. And he knew much like Sharna, that whatever this current path was, they just needed to follow it. And whatever happened would be what was meant to be.

**Well loves, what do you think? I could have written on and on and on with this one but at the same time was so anxious to get it to you guys. I'm so excited for what's coming. I hope you all loved this one! Don't forget to like it up and let me know what you thought! Love you allll bunches and bunches!

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