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pedropascallme · 9 months

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u said u are always looking for a reason to write jim smut so let me deliver bc i’m actually so fixated on this movie it’s CRAZYYY!!!!! anyways i would like like a build up to a confession kind of? like there’s so so much romantic and sexual tension and it just like breaks and yeah😭😭 idk if that makes any sense but yk!! ok thank u so much!!! you are amazing dude

In Our Perfect Present Tense

Pairing: Jim x f!Reader

Summary: "And where had this sudden, deep infatuation with Jim come into play? Was it sudden?"

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v, fingering, praise kink, Jim can be soft!dom if I say so!! Allusions to canon typical violence, I know Cillian Murphy is 5'8 but Jim is 6'2 in my mind, if I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: Max you make my heart go badumbadumbadumbadum (good) I hope this is to your liking <3 Also continuing to cross tag my Cillian fics because my Jim fics rarely gain traction so we are trying some METHODS.

The cottage was so quiet.

You could hear Hannah shift under the blanket and sigh in her sleep, and though seeing her so peaceful made you feel a pang of protectiveness, watching her chest rise and fall, your mind was elsewhere. Maybe you were still in London, or Manchester, or anywhere else; maybe this was all fake and you had died somewhere along the way. Was this Heaven? Or maybe Purgatory, given that nothing seemed to have changed much.

And where had this sudden, deep infatuation with Jim come into play? Was it sudden?

No. You closed your eyes and his face flashed across your mind; eyes you wanted to drown in and cheekbones sharp enough to make you bleed. Maybe that’s why you kept him around in the first place. You’d never had to help him, save him from the congregation that chased him down the road; never had to take him to your hideout in the underground. At first, (and you knew this for a fact, at least) it was simply because Mark…bored you. He was cheesy and had a chip on his shoulder, and you didn’t like how he looked at you—didn’t like that he seemed to expect you to fall in love with him. Jim made a good buffer. And it helped that he had such kind eyes that seemed to be full of fear and morbid curiosity, and that he was, in every sense of the word, pretty.

You hadn’t been sad when you’d had to kill Mark.

But once you had made it clear to Jim that you didn’t want to fall in love with him, either, your snap judgement fogging your mind, you thought that was the end of it. Thought maybe he would go out like Mark did. And was it really your fault that Jim assumed you didn’t care about him? You didn’t. You wanted him to think you didn’t. Wanted him to think that he was essentially on his own when you ran up the stairs to the top floor, with his head splitting in pain and your legs going as fast as they could carry you. But when he came up to you that night to apologize to you, thank you, hold out an olive branch, it was then you realized that you felt isolated. And, yes, doomsday will do that to you, but it wasn’t just that. It was that even when humanity was rearing its ugly head, Jim still had the time to recognize and respect you; he was willing to put you first in a way nobody would’ve done even if their life didn’t depend on it.

You felt so guilty that night, touching yourself under the covers with everybody else just a few rooms over.

It was one thing to be wandering around the desolate city with him as your only company, but once you had Frank and Hannah (and a car) you felt like maybe, just maybe, there was hope. There was a glimmer of something behind Jim’s eye when you were eating out on the countryside after ransacking the supermarket—and it could’ve been the way the light was hitting him, or the way he laughed with Hannah, or the fact that he was eating fruit for the first time in weeks, but you thought maybe it had something to do with you. Maybe he had figured out that you did care. About him and about the state of things and about what the hell you would do if there was any sort of relief from running away. You thought about kissing him then, and he might’ve, too. There was a certain tenderness in the way he curled up next to you that night, under the stars.

In another life, he might’ve done it for reasons other than keeping warm.

And then, of course, that all came crashing down. It had been too good to be true, and in retrospect you hated yourself for allowing any harm to come to your small posse. You got out alive, but the hope you had was minimal, at best. Was alive good enough anymore? Was alive good enough when you’d fought off every evil you could think of in the span of 12 hours?

No. It wasn’t until Jim turned around, soaking wet and bleeding, that you realized that being alive was no good if he wasn’t there with you to enjoy it. You’d wanted to wrap yourself in him, to feel the sweat and blood caked on his chest and kiss him until you lost consciousness. Instead, you crumpled to the floor in the red dress that had been forced upon you, hugging yourself to his shins and begging him to tell you he was ok. It was mortifying, only made slightly more bearable when Hannah lobbed a bottle over his head. At least you knew there was still humor to be found in the worst of situations.

Shortly thereafter, when Jim got shot, you were certain that it was all over; you might as well follow him out. Maybe you would’ve if it hadn’t been for Hannah crying silently next to you as she floored the gas and begged you to stay. To do something. For once you felt like you had people worth fighting for other than yourself. It made you dizzy.

Which brought you back to the present.

There were two rooms in the cottage; both were damp and smelled like the lint from a dryer, but having a bed was enough. You had discussed the sleeping situation the night of your arrival, and there had only been some mild bickering.

“I’ll sleep on the floor. S’ok.” Jim remained gentlemanly throughout, but it was apparent, to you, at least, that the person with the bullet hole through their stomach should be able to sleep comfortably.

“Hannah and I will take one, you’ll take the other.” You were blunt, dancing around the subject of who would end up sharing by deciding then and there to divide it based on sex.

“Wha—” Hannah began to protest before deciding to shut her mouth.

“It’s really not that big a deal,” Jim stood his ground, “I’ll find something to rest on.”

“Absolutely not.” And that’s where you ended it. Saving face, dismissing any deeper urges, leaving no time for Hannah or Jim to propose a different arrangement.

But now that you were somewhat settled, it felt wrong to be in this room. The wallpaper was a reflective pink, and it felt too bright even in the pitch-black night. You couldn’t get comfortable, and all you could do was mull over every past interaction you’d had with Jim. Every interaction, and the way his mouth moved when he spoke, and the way he smiled at you, and the way he had quite literally killed for you—nearly been killed for you.

You felt hot. Nauseous, even, to the point where you felt that you had to move around or take a walk or do anything to feel more at ease. But it just so happened that you felt the most at ease around Jim.

You tiptoed across the floor and into the hallway. You almost didn’t bother knocking on the door, but felt that you at least owed him that decency.

“C’m’in.”

You peered into the room, allowing yourself a small view of Jim’s shirtless figure splayed out on the bed. You smiled, feeling shy out of nowhere.

“Just wanted to check on you.” You excused yourself, not wanting him to think it any more odd than it already was for you to be in his doorway at midnight. “You feeling ok?”

“Better than ever.” Jim crossed his arms behind his head, sitting up against the pillows. You could see the bandage on his abdomen, and his skin covered in a ray of moonlight.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, patting the mattress to encourage you to sit with him. You closed the door behind you. “Why’re you really up?”

“Honestly?” You paused to build tension, leaning in slightly, “Hannah snores.” Jim chuckled under his breath. “And…and I don’t really feel at home in that room.”

“Would you feel more at home in this one?”

“Maybe…”

“’Cause if you’d like it, you and Hannah could have it. ‘V’always wanted pink wallpaper, anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, “No, that’s—it’s not that.”

“Then…?” Jim tilted his head slightly, and you looked down and away from him, inhaling deeply.

“Can I stay in here tonight? With—with you?” You could feel your pulse in your throat and though he responded almost immediately, you felt as though hours were passing.

“Sure, f’course.” Jim nodded; eyes wide with eager bewilderment. You swing your legs over the mattress, straightening yourself out beside him. You looked up at the ceiling, lying on your back and waiting to fall asleep.

“Closer.” Jim whispered.

“Hm?”

“Y’can come closer. If you want, I mean.”

“Oh…yeah.” You shuffled closer to him. Somehow you ended up spooning, his hand draped hesitantly over your waist. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and his breath blowing against the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Comfortable?” He was still whispering, as if he would wake the crickets if he spoke any louder.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah…” You both fell silent again, and you wondered if he could feel the tension, too, or if it was something you had just made up. You turned over to face him.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, though his eyes were closed, and you thought maybe he had already fallen asleep.

“For what?” His eyes were still closed when he responded.

“For—you know…” You reached out to graze your fingertips over his bandages, withdrawing it just as quickly when you realized that what you were doing was so forward.

“You didn’t shoot me.”

“I didn’t stop you from getting shot.”

“Not much you could’ve done. Three of us and more of them.” He opened his eyes, “Plus, you drugged Hannah, so just the two of us, really.”

You buried your face into the pillow, “Was trying to help.”

“You did.” Jim reached out to goad you from your hiding spot. “Been nothing but helpful since I met you. Consider this me returning the favor.” You managed to peek an eye out from the pillow to look at him smiling at you. He was so gentle. How could a man who had been comatose while the world was thrown into shambles remain so empathetic?

“Didn’t want you to get hurt.” You mumbled, barely audible when the words came out through the pillow.

“Didn’t want you to get hurt, either. Think I went to all that trouble for myself?”

“No.” You brought your head up to fully look at him.

“Exactly. You would’ve done the same for me.”

“You say that with so much confidence.”

“Cause it’s true. Cocky, but it’s true.”

“It is.”

“True?”

“Cocky,” you smiled when he feigned defeat, “but also true.” You quieted again, keeping eye contact with one another. Jim’s smile faded slightly.

“Why did you help me?” He asked.

“Hm?”

“In the first place, by the gas station—why did you help me?”

You didn’t know how to answer. “I needed the company.”

“You had company.”

“I needed company I would enjoy.”

“What if I wasn’t enjoyable?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was willing to take that risk.” You raised an eyebrow back at him, mocking his curiosity and his pushback. “And…I mean, plus, you were…I d’know. Tragic. And pretty.”

“Pretty?” His other eyebrow shot up.

“And tragic.” You giggled. “It’s not like I saw you tearing down the street screaming and thought that you only deserved help ‘cause you were good looking, it was just—it’s why I kept you around.” You rolled your eyes, trying to stop yourself from sounding too sincere, unsure if Jim was willing to recognize the attraction you had toward him. Unsure of whether or not you were willing to admit it right here, right now.

“You liked me.” Jim teased.

“I like you,” you clarified, “Present tense.” You averted your eyes from his gaze, opting instead to look down at his wound once more. He gawked at you, grinning. Placing a hand on your chin, he redirected your gaze to his face.

“How long have you been holding out on me?”

“What?”

“How long’ve you been wanting to say that? Not since day one, hm? Since we went to my parents’ house?”

“Didn’t want to say it,” you huffed, “wanted to help you stay alive.”

“C’mon, all that talk about how you didn’t care if I fell in love with you? Cared more than you let on, I knew it. Could’ve saved us so much time if you just came out with it.”

“Shush.” You tried not to dwell on his words, the realization that, this whole time, he was waiting for you.

“Say it again.” He gleamed, “say it again.”

You took his hand from your face, holding it in your own. “Jim,” you brought his hand to your chest, “I like you.”

You couldn’t take a breath before he was on you. You felt his lips first, plush against your own, and then his hands over your waist and his legs tangling with yours. For someone who had almost bled out less than a week ago, he was shockingly quick on his feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the release of weeks’ worth of tension that had been festering inside of you when his tongue slipped between your lips. You moaned, hands grabbing at any part of him you could reach: You felt his chest against your own and ran a trail down his spine with a finger, feeling him shiver at your touch. He ground his hips into you slightly and you reached for his arms, pulling him in as close as you possibly could.

“Knew it.” He whispered when you pulled away for air. “Knew it.” He began sucking on your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point and licking stripes down your throat. You gasped at the feeling, still trying to touch him wherever you could. You found yourself stroking his jawline while he sucked bruises onto your chest, feeling the way his cheeks hollowed when he made an especially strong mark.

“Jim—” You pleaded, trying to touch him, feel him, all around needing him. It was almost all too much.

He returned to eye level. “Mm?” He kissed your neck again, soothing over the fresh hickeys. “Tell me what you need.”

“You—need you.”

“C’mon,” his grin returned, “specifics.”

“Please,” you needed to feel everything, everywhere, “fuck me.”

“God, sounds so pretty coming out of that mouth.” He stood up from the mattress, pulling you up slightly to allow him to disrobe you. It didn’t take much effort; the threadbare clothes you were trying to pass off as pajamas had already practically disintegrated the moment you had put them on. He shucked his bottoms off before retaking his place on top of you in bed.

“So fucking beautiful,” he kissed you again, “so, so pretty. Wanted to make you feel so good f’so long.”

Feeling confident, you cupped his cheek in your palm, “touched myself thinking about this.”

“F—when? Thought about me while you touched yourself? Tell me.” It was a breathless demand, and you could feel his erection throbbing above you.

“The night in the apartment. Came on my fingers, came so hard while I thought of how good you’d fuck me—oh!” Your sexy display was cut short when you felt his fingers brush your clit.

“Yeah? Touched right here and thought of how nice I’d fuck this pussy?” You whimpered at the way he massaged you just right, and his words only added fuel to the fire. “Should’ve just asked me to take care of you, baby, would’ve helped.” God, he was wicked. Such a good man, and so, so wicked for speaking to you like this. You arched your back, and he took the opportunity to slide two fingers into your cunt. “Fuck,” he huffed, delighted by how wet you were for him, and your eyes rolled back, “get yourself this wet? Or is it just me?”

“You, fuck, Jim—it’s you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Cocky bastard.” You managed between whines and gasps.

“You love it.” He continued to push his fingers in and out of you, and a delightful squelching noise filled the bedroom. “Fucking beautiful.” He kept at it for a while longer, enjoying the noises you made for him and the way your face contorted when he hit an especially sensitive spot. When he pulled his fingers from you, you sighed, feeling the low of being empty, until he brought the wet digits to your mouth and encouraged you to clean them off for him. He let out a low groan when you began sucking, using your tongue to gather your slick off from in between them. “Yeah, good girl.”

He slotted himself between your thighs, and you could feel the drag of his cock over your stomach. You looked down, wrapping a hand around him and ogling him; so long, so beautifully outlined by thick veins. He gently grasped your wrist, pushing your hand back onto the mattress.

“Wanna make this last.” He half-joked. He kept your arm pinned under him, and you could feel his tip exploring your folds, until finally he pushed himself into you. You let out a shaky, breathless moan as he shallowly thrusted into you, working you open to take him as deep as you could. When he bottomed out, he leaned his forehead against yours, and you could feel the stickiness of sex and sweat on your skin.

“Good, yeah?” He was still being smug, though ensuring you were comfortable. You felt devious, rolling your hips against him and grinning in response, earning a choked “fuck” from him. “Dirty fucking girl.” He pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back into you, forcefully enough that you felt your back drag against the bed. Your tits bounced as he rocked his hips into you, and he took the opportunity to grab one in his hand, taking the other in his mouth.

“Jim!” You couldn’t remember your own name, could barely remember who you were or how you got here; all you could think was Jim, Jim, Jim. “Fu—uck, oh my god, Jim!”

“Gonna wake up the whole neighborhood?” He was incapable of being serious even in the most intimate of moments, knowing full well that the people in this house were the only living souls for miles. “Gonna make sure everybody knows who’s fucking you?” Your lips parted, letting out small moans and whimpers of his name with every thrust.

You could feel his fingers on your clit again, and the feeling was electric; maybe it was because you had wanted him for so long, and tried to deny it for almost as long, but you’d never felt this good—never felt this perfectly sated. The way he kneaded your swollen bud while pounding into you hard enough to make the bedframe shake, the way he whispered such filthy things into the skin of your breasts, the way he wanted you too.

“Gonna—Jim, I’m gonna cum!” You tried to move in sync with him, but it was all too much; he was everywhere, and it was going to be your undoing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to fuck you deeper. He leaned over you, tracing his fingers down your cheek before grabbing your face in one hand.

“Cum for me, baby. So good, my perfect girl, cum on my cock like this.” You were as good as gone. You felt your legs tighten around his body at the same time as your cunt clenched around his length. You dug your nails into the skin of his arm, and he growled at the way your body responded to him. “Yeah, like that—just like that, sweetheart.”

You were trembling, dripping down his cock and unsure of how to rationalize this amount of pleasure in the midst of end times. Who cared, anyway? You felt fuzzy, barely registering Jim’s words as his strokes became messier and rushed, catching up to you with his own high.

“Want it inside,” you mumbled through your haze, “please, inside.”

“Can’t fucki—can’t say that baby, can’t risk it.”

“Please…” You knew how stupid it was, knew that he would have to say no, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try.

“When we get out of England—when we get out of England, I’ll fill you up as much as you want. Yeah?” He slammed himself into you, and his words bounced around inside of your head: “When we get out,” “as much as you want.” If you weren’t so spent, you’d cum for him again from that statement alone. “Promise I will, whenever you want it, baby.”

“Mm.” You sighed contentedly at his assurance. “Tummy.”

“Yeah, good girl, gonna paint you with my cum.” He groaned when you reached up to brush your fingers down his happy trail.

“Give it to me. Please, Jim. Needed it f’so long.” Your mouth hung open, sensitive and sore from his cock and his hands, and somehow still so needy for him, desperate to see him to completion. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and letting your moans fill his ears as his hips stuttered and he pulled out. You felt his knuckles against your stomach as he stroked himself, finally feeling the warmth of his spend land and spread across your abdomen with a long moan of your name. You stayed like that, both of you breathing heavily, Jim lying on top of you. The gluey feeling of his cum on your stomach and your own between your thighs only heightened when he sat up on his elbow, looking down at you to appreciate how pretty you looked after being fucked out, and you could see the strands of cum dripping between your bodies.

“So beautiful.” He kissed you again, and despite the passion from the last kisses still being present, he was significantly gentler with you in your bleary state.

You blinked up at him, smiling through the fog in your brain, and hugging him close to you. “Gonna have to change your bandages. Covered in your own cum.”

“But what a way to go, right?” He laughed, and you buried your face into him further. “Tomorrow,” he promised. “Need a towel?”

“Would it be gross to sleep like this?”

“Gross? No. Uncomfortable? Maybe.”

“I’ll take my chances. Too tired to wash off.”

“As long as you’re alright.” He brushed your hair away from your eyes, maneuvering himself to look down at you while you were pressed to his chest.

“Feel amazing.” You reassured him. “Should’ve said something earlier.”

“No,” Jim pet your hair, smoothing it down over the back of your head, “this was perfect timing.”

“Perfect timing.” You murmured his words back to him in agreement.

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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Two's a Blessing (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: The day has finally arrived when you and Rhett come face to face with your twin boys

Warnings: Depictions of childbirth, breastfeeding etc.

It had been a damn good night as far as Rhett was concerned. He had taken first place in the riding competition with the prize being another $15,000, just enough to put towards building your home up in Bozeman. Not only was the house falling into place, but so too was everything else. Amy and Hannah were thriving at their preschool, a place which placed a heavy emphasis on the outdoors, nature and hands-on types of crafts while you yourself taught at the grade school just up the path. The ranch too was doing well, as well as it had in recent years with the help of your father and mother-in-law running the place.

"C'mon Cody you've got this!!!" Rhett shouted to the rider in the ring.

Cody Two-Bulls hung on for dear life, just as Rhett had done earlier in the first half. Cody was an absolute MONSTER in the bull riding ring with only Rhett as his equal. Rhett grimaced when he saw the bull buck Cody off his back and the rodeo clown jumping in to steer the ornery son of a bitch away from Cody.

Rhett swore loudly when the buzzer went off and the times were put up. Cody climbed over the fence and into the rider pen a minute later, his face contorting into weird looks as he clambered to the ground.

"That bull," he loudly announced. "Is the ANGRIEST fuckin asshole I've ever seen!"

"Hey third is at least better than the bottom twenty," Rhett told him, helping him down.

"Says you," Cody chuckled. "I need the money to pay off the last truck bill and re-shingle my grandma's roof."

Rhett had been about to say something when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrating. He pulled it out and as soon as he saw your contact picture and name pop up, he answered.

"Hi sweet-pea," he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey," you greeted, sounding a little more tired than usual.

"What's goin on?" Rhett asked "You ok?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm still at the rodeo grounds," Rhett answered.

"Can you come home?"

Rhett felt a pang of fear deep in his chest. "I'll be home in thirty, what's wrong?"

"My water just broke."

Rhett went absolutely wide eyed with Cody, Kayce, Rip and the others asking him what was going on. "I'm on my way out right now," he assured you.

"Ok good because your dad swears we're getting a snowstorm tonight too," you told him.

Oh shit, he had forgotten. Already Wabang was beginning to hit the deep freeze with fall having ended the day before Halloween when Rhett had taken the girls trick-or-treating and to the Halloween party at their school.

"Alright sweet-pea," he told you. "Just sit tight till I get home, ok?"

"Ok, I love you."

Rhett bid you goodbye before hanging up the phone and booking it to the truck to get home. It was thirty full minutes on a straight road back home with only two turns back to the Abbott land, the heat blasting in his truck and the radio going to keep him distracted until he could get home. The lights on the porch were still on, a few loose flakes visible in the biting cold air as Rhett clunked up the porch steps in his heavy boots and riding gear.

As soon as he opened the door, there was Diesel, waiting to greet him along with Ruby, the little squished nose cocker spaniel who belonged to Cecelia. Rhett kicked off his boots and hung his hat on the door.

"Darlin you home?!" he called up the stairs.

"I'm upstairs!"

Up the stairs he went, shooing the two dogs back down the steps before he found you in the bathtub with a washcloth on your forehead and the strong smell of lavender in it.

"You ok (y/n)?" he asked, kneeling next to you and taking your hand.

"Yeah I'm ok," you told him. "The pain's not too bad but your mom thought it'd be a good idea to help me relax for a bit."

"So it broke?"

You nodded. "I thought I had to pee really bad and the next thing I know, it all rushed out at once."

You suddenly squeezed Rhett's hand, your face scrunching up in pain as a sharp stab in your lower belly hit you out of nowhere, running into your lower back. You let out the breath you had been holding in and the tension leaving your body as Rhett's hand relaxed with yours.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah," you answered. "I'm good, I'm ok."

"How far apart?"

"Um.....forty minutes?"

Rhett nodded. "Can you gimme a minute to switch outta my clothes?"

You nodded.

In a flash he was gone, but came back quick in a new pair of jeans and a dark blue-grey t-shirt, kneeling on the bathmat beside you to hold your hand. Cecelia had come back with her midwife's kit and to help you out of the bath.

"Alright sweetheart," she said as she and Rhett helped you up. "Lets get you back into bed. I'll check you in a minute."

Rhett helped you into a warm short-sleeved nightdress while Cecelia set up the bed for later. Every couple of minutes, you walked up and down the halls with Rhett, watching the snow fall outside as it came down faster and faster with the dogs occasionally sneaking upstairs for ear scritches or kisses.

Things were a little slow in coming but the back pain often said otherwise. "Good Lord, why does it have to take so long?" you half laughed. "Even Hannah wasn't this impatient."

Rhett chuckled softly as he pressed his warm lips against your cheek and his hands trailing to your large bump. You took in and let out a deep breath as Rhett's hands found their way to your lower belly, able to feel his son's little head in his palm.

"You feel him?" you mumbled as the pain began to recede.

"Ain't gonna be long darlin," Rhett assured you. "If he's that low it's gonna be quick."

You had hoped.....oh God you had hoped.

The next hour and a half was one of the most painful you had ever been through, the pains coming closer together as you lay back in your bed. It was a little awkward with your mother-in-law having to be the midwife, but you trusted Cecelia more than you trusted even the most skilled nurses.

"What?" you chuckled, noticing the smile on your mother-in-law's face as she checked you.

"Grumpy was right," she chuckled. "Not gonna be long before they're here."

It felt like forever as Rhett stayed with you, rubbing your back and your sore thighs, letting you squeeze his hand whenever the pain became too much. As it grew closer and closer, the hand squeezing became more frequent, even as he dabbed at your head with a sweat rag.

"Oh God this SUCKS!" you loudly declared when another pain flared in your belly.

"Alright sweetheart, ya'll are definitely ready to push," Cecelia concluded. "Rhett you good?"

"Good to go Ma," Rhett answered.

"Alright (y/n), go ahead and push honey."

Rhett held one of your legs and you held the other as he supported your neck, your face scrunching up and reddening at the hard push you gave. Your husband and your mother in-law kept encouraging you every step of the way, with each shallow breath and painful push. Your head and your whole body hurt like hell, the muscles in your belly tightening and relaxing with each one bringing you and Rhett closer to meeting your little boys.

"OH SON OF A BITCH!" you swore as you pushed.

"You're doin great sweetheart, we're almost done," Cecelia assured you. "Rhett, you wanna catch him? He's almost out."

Rhett nodded, his eyes wide with excitement and nervousness all at once. "You uh....?"

"I've got her, I've got her."

Cecelia took your leg as Rhett switched off with her, rolling up his sleeves and waiting to catch the baby which was only halfway out.

"C'mon sweetheart, one more," Rhett encouraged. "Gimme one more push."

At the guidance of your husband, you gave one last big push and a huge wave of relief suddenly washed over you, a long repressed whimper escaping your throat before your mother-in-law and husband cheered and those little cries filled the room.

"You did so good sweet-pea," Rhett said tearfully as he leaned in to kiss you.

"Yeah but we're not done yet," you told him through your heavy breaths.

Sure enough, you were right. Just barely minutes after the first boy was born, the pains began again and you instinctively pushed as soon as Rhett told you. Four pushes later, another little boy fell into Rhett's hands, the both of you in tears at the sound of their little cries filling up the room. Cecelia placed the older of the two onto your chest, covered in a clean white cotton towel while Rhett cut away the cord that kept him tethered to you. His twin was placed next to him before Rhett did the same, cutting away the cord before Cecelia took care of the rest.

"Sweetheart, I am so proud of you," Rhett croaked, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

A tired smile formed on your face as you held your little boys and Rhett kissed their heads, overjoyed that now he had two sons, both born of your flesh and blood and each carrying a piece of you in them.

As soon as you had been cleaned up and everything had been taken care of, Cecelia helped prop you up just a little so you could feed your boys, each of them rooting at your breasts as your husband nested in close beside you.

You didn't even remember nodding off or sleeping for that matter, until you awoke the next morning to the heavy snow still falling outside your window and the whole of the land outside covered in white.

"Look who's awake," Royal chuckled. "You doin ok (y/n)?"

"Never better Roy," you yawned.

One of the boys began to whimper, the older of the twins, wriggling in his little blue blanket as he rested beside his brother in the crib at the foot of yours and Rhett's bed.

"Little guy's probably hungry," Rhett remarked.

"Either that or the I want Momma and Daddy cry," Royal told him.

"You wanna get him?" Rhett asked.

Royal reached in to pick up his new grandson when something stopped him, a little tag at the top which read:

"Welcome to the world Tatum Royal and Tanner James, two little angels born December 7th at 3:33 am."

You saw your father-in-law's hand suddenly move to his mouth as if to stifle a noise that never escaped. "You....did you....?"

Rhett nodded.

You could already see Royal going glass-eyed at the sight of the twins' names right before him, his hands shaking as he picked Tatum up into his arms, cradling him as he had once done when Rhett was first born.

"Son I......"

"Dad you don't have to say anything," Rhett told him. "I know these kids have the best grandpa in the world.....and they're gonna know that each and every day."

Royal, still biting his lip, trying to hold back the emotions inside, handed Tatum off to you so he could feed. It wasn't long before Tanner had begun to cry too, Rhett carefully picking him up and cradling his tiny form against his broad chest, all snug in his little Irish knit blanket.

Cecelia had let the girls in as soon as they had woken up, both of them excited as ever to meet their little brothers. You and Rhett looked around at the sight before you, the both of you grateful that you were surrounded by your family and that you had been blessed with two new lives and all you had gained with them.

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

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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So I have this one scene in my head, that won't go away unless someone writes it😅

So it's like 10 years after season 4. Everybody is "grown up" , moved away, married, have kids, etc. They have a reunion at the park in Hawkins/Indy Idk?

Eddie is watching the kids. Suddenly a woman comes up to him saying his kid hit/pushed her kid. Eddie who saw the whole thing, says his kid was just defending them self from her kids bullying. The woman asks Eddie, if the kids mother would agree to this behavior. Cue Eddie calling out Honey! And then introducing Steve as their kids mother��

Its not much to go on plot vice, but I'm hoping your amazing brain can fill in the blanks😅

I am a Steve secretly likes being called mom truther. Sorry to everyone who isn't. I full believe Eddie started it as a joke, but he noticed the blush on Steve's face and kept doing it, and then the kids just naturally picked up on it and refer to him as both mom and dad depending on the situation. Imagine the confusion on a teacher's face when their troublemaker tells the principal "my mom is gonna be so mad that someone pushed me" and in walks a raging Steve. It's giving comedic relief. I didn't really include a whole lot of everyone in this, just mentioned it was a reunion and had a few moments with the Party. Hope that's okay, it's just difficult to include EVERYONE in a short ficlet. - Mickala ❤️

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They came back to Hawkins as often as they could to visit Wayne, especially once they adopted Hannah. Shortly after Nancy offered to be a surrogate for them, they ended up adopting Hannah’s baby sister, Lucy. In case that wasn’t enough, they still decided to take Nancy up on her offer, and they ended up with twins (“can’t do anything halfway, can you?” was Robin’s reaction) Ben and Molly.

Everything happened so quickly, all within two years, that Steve and Eddie turned to Wayne often as their calming presence.

At six years old, Hannah was a spitfire. She had Eddie’s personality despite not being theirs until she was four: unapologetically herself, loud, dramatic, and so fucking smart it scared them both. Lucy, at two (and a half!), was already well on her way to being the same way.

But this visit to Hawkins was different.

Everyone was back.

All the kids, who were far from kids now, and their significant others and kids decided to have a reunion over Labor Day weekend.

Eddie just got off a tour a few weeks earlier, a tour that proved to be quite chaotic when he insisted his entire family join him for two months on the road. Steve argued that it wasn’t necessary, that they would be fine for two months as long as he called every day, but Eddie wasn’t having it.

They took up a whole tour bus by themselves, but the rest of his band loved the kids. They brought Hannah on stage for soundcheck, they even had special headphones made just for her to be able to watch and play the instruments.

Steve usually used soundcheck time to walk with Lucy, find a place where she can run around and let loose all that toddler energy. Most venues they stopped at had a large backstage parking area for the buses and equipment vans, so while Lucy would run around and find weird bugs and sticks, Steve would push Ben and Molly in the double stroller so they could get some fresh air.

Once the doors opened, Eddie brought Hannah back to him and they went back to the bus so Steve could make them all their dinner, give them their baths, and put them to bed. They’d converted the bottom bunk spaces of the bus to a crib space for the twins and Lucy, and made the top bunk more kid friendly for Hannah.

It worked, and it was fun, and it was an experience that they all were happy to have together, but it was exhausting for all of them.

Being back in Hawkins was almost like a vacation.

Compared to the rush, rush, rush environment of tour, Hawkins was sit back, relax, enjoy the breeze.

Especially because everyone wanted their turn holding and playing with the kids. There were some points in the day that Eddie didn’t even know which adult his kids were with, but he was fine with it because Steve was sitting in his lap, more relaxed than he’d been in close to a year.

“Love you, Stevie,” Eddie mumbled against his hair, smiling as Steve curled further into his chest.

“Love you, too, baby.”

“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” Wayne said as he took the seat next to them, Ben asleep in his arms.

“When did he fall asleep?” Steve asked, voice low so he wouldn’t startle Ben.

“About 20 minutes ago.”

“You can go set him in the pack and play.”

“Nah. I wanna get as much time with these kiddos as I can,” Wayne said as he smiled down at Ben.

“Is Molly sleeping anywhere?” Eddie asked.

“Last I saw, Max was trying to get her to crawl in the living room, but I don’t think Molly is very interested.” Wayne started rocking back and forth slightly, like he did anytime he held a baby, whether they were asleep or not. “I heard Hannah ask if she could go to the park. If you wanna take her and Luce, we can keep the babies here for a bit.”

Eddie patted Steve’s back, silently asking him to let him up.

“I can take them. Stevie, you can stay here and get some rest.”

“No, I’ll come. Lucy will want someone to push her on the swings the whole time and Hannah won’t want to even look at the swings. It takes two with them.”

They made their way into the house to collect Hannah and Lucy, smiling at the way Max and Will were trying to bribe Molly to crawl with toys.

There was only one actual park in Hawkins, and the playground had only been added about five years ago as more people started moving back into town. It wasn’t impressive, especially compared to their Chicago parks and playgrounds, but Hannah and Lucy weren’t picky.

As expected, Lucy ran straight to the swings, yelling “Ma! Push me on swings please!”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, but followed her over to them, preparing himself for the next 30 minutes of pushing her back and forth.

Hannah, well, she was a wild child. Literally, Eddie has had to drag her out of a hole she dug in their backyard once because she thought it could be her new bedroom. She cried when she thought that the bugs would hate her for leaving them. She found fun in any outdoor environment, which was good because the playground didn’t have a whole lot to offer other than one slide, a small set of monkey bars, and one tube to run through.

There were only a few other kids playing, all the parents standing off to the side or sitting on the bench.

All moms who would probably not want to talk to Eddie, especially if they recognized him and had been living in Hawkins during the whole, well, thing.

He stood away from everyone, just keeping an eye on Hannah, but occasionally looking over to Steve and Lucy. Lucy was ecstatic, he could hear her yelling “High! Up! High!” and Steve smiling as he pushed her just a tiny bit higher.

It was during one of those moments that he heard a yell and then heard someone walking over to him.

He turned to see a woman, probably pretty close to his age, coming up to him with a stern look on her face.

Oh boy.

He sighed as she stopped in front of him, her arms crossing over her chest.

He glanced at Hannah, who was being shoved by a boy maybe a year or two older than her. Hannah just raised her brow and shoved him back.

He looked back at the mom in front of him, assuming she was the boy’s parent.

“May I help you?”

“You may. Your daughter just pushed my son!”

“Is your son the one I just watched shove her?”

“If he did, it was to defend himself.”

“Hm.” Eddie glanced back up to see the boy crying and Hannah walking towards him. “Maybe your son should keep his hands to himself if he doesn’t like being pushed.”

“Maybe your daughter should learn to move out of the way.”

Eddie smirked as Hannah came up next to him.

“Hannah, wanna tell me what just happened?”

“He told me that I was too fat to go on the slide so I told him I would show him that I wasn’t. And then he tried to pull me away and I didn’t let him so he said that he was going to push me off the top. He tried to, but I’m strong, so he couldn’t. I pushed him back.”

Eddie nodded.

It’s not that he thought his kids were perfect. Far from it.

He got calls frequently from Hannah’s school that she was being too rough with the kids, and he had to remind her that a lot of kids don’t play that way. She never had bad intentions, she just didn’t know how strong she was. Kind of like a large breed dog thinking he can still sit in your lap when he’s fully grown.

But he also knew that because she had never had bad intentions, there was no way she did anything that wasn’t in defense of herself.

“It sounds like your son was rude and put his hands on her first,” Eddie said to the woman, who was turning a violent shade of red.

“There is no way her mother would allow her to act like this. This is inappropriate for young girls.”

Even Hannah knew that was the wrong thing to say.

She covered her face and shook her head and Eddie couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“What is so funny?” the woman asked angrily.

“Her mother is the one who taught her how to defend herself, but if you’d like to talk…” Eddie turned to the swings, where Steve was focused on Lucy. “Sweetheart! Can you come here for a second?”

Steve looked over to him with a frown, grabbing Lucy from the swing and mumbling something to her when she looked disappointed that they were done.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as he looked down at Hannah, who was patiently waiting to see what Steve was about to do to this woman.

Eddie absolutely loved his children equally, he really did. But Hannah was something else entirely. He felt connected to her in ways that he hadn’t expected when they first met her. If it were possible, he would think she was his biologically with how similar they were in personality, how they both had the same dark curls, brown eyes, loud laugh, and smirk.

The woman seemed surprised to see Steve come over, but quickly went back to the angered demeanor of a moment ago.

“Your daughter tried to hurt my son.”

This woman was not going to convince Steve of that even if she somehow managed to record it on camera.

“What did your son do?”

“I beg your pardon! He didn’t do anything except try to take a turn on the slide.”

“Right.” Steve looked at Eddie, who gave a small shake of his head, then down at Hannah who did the same. “My sources seem to remember things differently.”

“Ma, he said I was too fat and then tried to pull me away!” Hannah was getting more upset now, not because she was in trouble, but because it was interrupting her playtime.

“Which one is your son?” Steve asked.

Oh no. That was the bitchy tone.

Eddie loved where this was going.

“The one getting off the slide,” the woman pointed, but immediately tried to start arguing. “She had no right to push him no matter what he may or may not have said.”

“The kid who is currently pushing another girl out of his way?”

The woman looked over and gritted her teeth together.

“Daddy, Ma, he’s mean!” Lucy yelled as she held Hannah’s hand.

“Yes, baby, he is being mean. That’s why we taught you and your sister to stand up for yourselves when someone is bullying you,” Eddie said pointedly.

“Kids like that grow up to be mean adults who don’t have friends and raise their own kids to be mean,” Steve added with a glare at the mom.

“We all have to take turns on the slide,” Hannah nodded in agreement.

“Ma! Ma! Swing again!” Lucy suddenly yelled, totally over the way this conversation was taking away from her valuable swinging time.

“Sure, baby.” Steve turned to the seething woman in front of them. “Are we done here or do I have to go on about how your son is going to peak in high school just like you did?”

She stormed off without another word, no match for Steve when he was in Mama Bear Mode.

It was so fucking hot.

Steve sighed.

“I’m proud of you Hannah Banana. You okay?” Steve knelt down so he was eye level with her, and pulled her into a hug.

“Can we go to another park, Ma?”

“Sorry, baby, this is the only one here. We can go back to Papa Wayne’s house, though.”

“Can I swing with Lucy?” Hannah asked.

“Of course. How about we swing for another ten minutes and then we get some ice cream?”

Eddie perked up at that.

“Ice cream!”

“You’re worse than the children,” Steve smirked at Eddie.

“Ice cream!” Lucy yelled.

“Can I have strawberry?” Hannah asked excitedly.

“Sure,” Steve ruffled her hair. “Strawberry’s my favorite, too.”

“Brownie!” Lucy yelled, eyes wide.

“That’s my girl! We’ll get brownie ice cream,” Eddie said as he lifted her up into his arms and walked her over to the swings.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, which is exactly how they liked it.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #steve and eddie are parents #rock star eddie munson #bitchy steve comes out to play #mama bear mode activated

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laylaisthename · 1 year

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ILW // Here they are! All 7 different end cards you can get in the many many more variations of the niche endings available in the game.

Google Drive Link to the cgs here

I am beyond honored to have been allowed to leave my own mark in the game like this, and honestly never in a million years expected to actually become involved with the game.

Everyone is fine to use these as phone backgrounds but if you do youre legally required to tell me which one is your favorite.

Putting it under the cut for length, but here's a breakdown of each card;

Starting with the Evil!MC end cards, that are lovingly dubbed Judas' Kiss if you stayed with Matty, or Scorched Earth for MC's solo end.

The images really mostly speaks for themselves; the flaming heart, hand in atrocious hand if you chose to share the power with Matthias, but then when you put it next to the solo end is where it got fun for me. The heart is broken, its just you now, but the glowing eyes are smiling. My first time testing the judas kiss route I did not hestiate for a second to hit "kill him"

Next is the death card

I really liked the idea of (if your mc wasnt a huge dick anyway) that they give you a grave outside the cave, something for people to leave Rowan flowers and gifts. A classic grave didnt quite feel like it fit so I settled on a cairn. It felt very fitting with the Power being a respect for nature and such. I set it to be at night, with moonlight streaming down on the grave to give it a melancholic sort of feeling, with the sun charm sunny gives you strung off it, and then placed flowers at the grave to kinda show that people have come by because they care about Rowan. Meanings for the flowers are below and while not canon, I like to think each of the LI's left behind one of them; red roses from Abel, blue violets from Amalia, sunflowers from Lincoln and the marigolds from Joss, though really they were all chosen more generally.

Onto the blood end card! Which I named New Horizons, and not because of animal crossing. A winding road in the mountains at sunset; the road has been long, it has been hard and now youre choosing to move on. Symbolically what i wanted this card to be is that feeling of leaving everything behind. The sun is setting on your old life as you go to embrace the normal life that Blood MC wants so much. Youre on the top road moving around the bend, not sure where life will take you but that's alright, you have the rest of your life to look forward to figure out where you'll go.

Onto my own canon end; the Mixed end!

Lovingly called "Best of Both Worlds" because mixed rowan is playing that hannah montanna life. More seriously; this card in contrast to the blood end is not about leaving everything behind, but embracing what you are. The card itself is set at dawn to contrast this; soft yellows and pinks, morning dew and fog clinging to the forest floor with a streak of Power playfully dancing among the trees. Its the dawn of a new day, seeing everything in new light after the darkness of the past weeks/years rowan spent trying to understand themselves. It's my personal favorite end even if my mc and Linc gotta do long distance for a while. But to me its about accepting yourself; moving on from the grief of losing your family without alienating yourself from your memories of them and embracing that Power side of yourself without being changed by it. The life you built after being ressurected is your own and no one can take that from you.

Next up my almost canon end, that does live rent free in my mind because I love angst.

Closed gate shadow end, Far, Far away (yes this is a shrek/starwars/nerd refrence); its a fairly straight forward card, thought it does have one of my personal favorite little details. This is the second draft I made of it after this scene from Lincoln's shadow goodbye stuck with me; looking up through the trees at the night sky.

I really wanted to hide an eye shaped constellation in the stars but couldnt make it look good sadly :sob: But my favorite little detail are the fireflies and how some of them are cyan; touched by the power Rowan is now again a part of. Not canon, but I like to think these little cyan fireflies come to sit on the LI's heads next they wander too close to the woods (Fireflies by Owl City starts playing).

Shadow end is just. Its so beautiful really. From sharing your experiences with the wisps, how Rowan's wisp has been changed by their time as a person, how despite their grief they are not sad or unhappy, melancholic yes but this is where you want to be. Its a cosmic love, the joy of having lived, coming inside on a cold winter day to find your home warm and inviting, your family waiting for you to tell them about your day. The card itself is a little whimsical, hopeful despite the closed gate that the power will forever be part of the world, even if its been cut off. And this brings us to the other shadow ending card; the flower

Eternal Bloom, a ghostly hand reaching out to hand this flower over to the world, a final gift, a final goodbye. Maybe a promise of "I'll see you soon" but first and foremost, it is a promise of love.

Thats right babes. Its all about Love. Unfading Love.

symbolically there isnt anything hidden in the card, but thats also in part of it at face value telling you all you need to know; its about love! its a gift, for you, to remember me by. You have not forgotten me, and even changed as I am, I have not forgotten you. Rowan's change in personality after merging shadow was sooooo heart breaking tbh but ITS SO GOOD. You found joy in what you were, but its time to come home, take off your coat, hang it up, take off your shoes.

And it is all about love! All these cards (well, not all of them) were for me made from the heart, trying to keep in line for the different themes each end resolves to give the players something to remember each route by.

To anyone that made it this far, let me know which one is your canon card/which card you like best! And im kissing you on the lips I love rambling about my thoughts and if you got to here then you deserve a reward. So.

#ilw #it lives within #it lives within spoilers #art #but seriously i will forever remember these last 4 months #it was soooo much fun seeing my name in the credits #also fun fact! I made male harper's outfit!!!#and reb picked it but i also did the colors for female harpers #we wanted them to match #and i liked the red bc it reminds me of their power fit

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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warnings -> twd warnings,, blood, death, injury etc.

pairing -> carl grimes x reader

pronouns were requested as she/her but it's not really specific bc i don't use pronouns in my fics + there's nothing that makes her fem or masc or anything. sorry about that!

req -> @carlgrimeswifey

tysm for the req, they're always wide open for carl tbh

this is unedited but i might go back and edit it soon,, enjoy :)

Just another run.

Thats what you'd told yourself, now bashing the head of another walker as you fended them off— sheltering you partner from the bulk of walkers.

You didn't even know the girl, Hannah you recalled her saying. But every life was equal now, no money to change that, no skills going unturned anymore.

She was hurt, you didn't know how bad, but she had a bite. That much was obvious.

She was panicking, you were sure she'd never seen someone survive a bite. However, you had, and you were determined to save her. She was your responsibility.

You took out the last of the small walker group, turning to Hannah. You pulled off your shirt, jacket wrapped around your torso— quick thinking had never been a strong suit of yours.

You wrapped the fabric around her arm as a tourniquet, hoping she wouldn't lose more blood then she already had. God, sometimes you swore you weren't cut out for an apocalypse.

"Please, please, I don't want to die—"

"Shh, don't talk like that. I've seen people survive this, just stay still."

You were quick to realize you needed something to dull her screams, you didn't want to silence her pleads, but you also didn't want walkers to take a few more bites.

You grabbed her sleeve, ripping at it, before balling it up— "I'm sorry, but I don't want any more walkers here."

She complied, and her weeps dulled, as you needed.

You pulled for your hatchet, one you carried with you often. You were very thankful for your need to carry it, today would be the first day it could save a life.

As you turned to Hannah, you heard crunches— the unfortunate warning that someone or something was near. Even worse, it being the Walkers friends.

You had to do this quick, you raised the hatchet, just in time for Hannah to dodge your movement. She spit the fabric from her mouth to speak,

"Get out of here, can't you see—" she paused, it was easy to see her weakness, loss of blood catching up. "All the.. the fucking walkers. Y/n, go!"

"Without you? No way in hell."

You sighed, she wouldn't let you get the bite detached, but you could get her back to camp. In other words, you couldn't save her, but you could give her family the chance to say goodbye.

You looked around, analyzing the situation— you needed a way to get you both out as safely as possible.

You pulled her up, ignoring her whimpers and soft fighting. Pulling her arm over your shoulders, carrying her weight as you pushed through the brush.

By the time the two of you had hit the road back, Hannah became unresponsive. Alive, but unconscious, and unfortunately it was inevitable that the girl would turn any minute.

You let out a groan as you set her on the pavement, falling beside her in exhaustion— glad the two of you had lost the walkers through the brush.

You sat there for a minute, contemplating your next move. Not that there was much to contemplate, you couldn't bring her back to camp. It was a good two days out without a vehicle, she wouldn't make that trip.

You could try to pull her along, find help along the way— but it would be dangerous. She could turn at any minute, or the travelers could be dangerous.

And then came the only choice that guaranteed anyone would make it home alive. Killing her.

You'd killed before, always in self defense, and never if it was unnecessary. And here it was necessary, but you never enjoyed killing. It wasn't a hobby, nor a joy. It just was the gruesome truth of the new world.

Taking a deep breath, you re-adjusted onto your side, looking at the girl. She was barely hanging on.

You'd lost countless people, and everytime you wish you'd been there, but now you wished to be far away from the situation. Irresponsible for another life, a young one at that.

Your eyes desperately searched her, hoping you'd find anything to bring to her friends. Your eyes eventually landed on a ring, one you slid off.

Maybe your conscious would quiet if you'd brought something back, keep the memory of the life you took alive. Survivors guilt, you swore your mom would've referred to it as.

You sighed, pulling out your gun and setting it in your lap. You really were going to do this. You had to.

"I'm sorry."

The trip back was exhausting,, to say the least, the lack of rest paired with being on foot. A part of you wished desperately to complain, but you were alive. Hannah couldn't say the same now.

You didn't get the chance to face your grief, the will to live distracting from any thoughts really. Your legs ached, mouth dry, stomach empty, but it didn't affect you. You had done this all before, except now you were truly on your own.

Finally sitting down for a break, your mind flashed with memories of the night Hannah was bit. You had gone 2 days without her, yet she was stuck in your mind every second.

She hadn't even been your friend.

It brought you back to Earth— you were still human. Someone that would've never had to kill in the world you'd known, someone that was no longer different than anyone else. The norm, yet another that killed to survive.

You knew you should've tried to do more for her, but a hidden desire within you left you aware that you'd killed a girl. A girl who may have had a chance, even with a bite.

You didn't break for the rest of the walk, your guilt like a dear friend marching alongside you.

You had only been a good hour out at most, and as the sun went down it became clear how hurt you truly were. Those swings were tough, every time you killed a walker you gained more wounds, because a part of you imagined they were you.

The built-up rage within you led to dangerous acts of violence, even if the mindless monsters deserved it. Because your brain sided with your heart for once, a mind littered with too much thought. A mind clouded by anger, fear, and guilt.

However it all faded as you reached the camp walls, it went blurry from there. The flood of questions, the flurry of sadness, the weakness in your bones. You were safe now, your thoughts could eat away at you, there were no true distractions now.

Before you'd even come to realize it, your brain told your legs to go. You were at his doorstep before you had time to comprehend how he would react, sadness covered in rage, as per usual.

The door swung open before you'd even finished your knock; because he'd been expecting you. He didn't know how— or why, but he knew you'd be there.

"Carl.."

"Y/n, you idiot."

He pulled you in before you had much time to react, slamming the door in frustration. You knew him well— you knew his tears evaporated into anger, as they always had. Frustration was the only true way he described his worry.

"What were you thinking?" He looked you up and down, a way of hiding his worry whilst checking for any major issues.

"No bites." Your voice strained, the lack of usage leading to a rhaspy and quiet tone. You didn't want to fight, you want to lay down and ignore the last couple of days.

His eyes softened, a part of him wanted to scream and lash out— but what would that prove? That he was an asshole? He sighed, one hand nervously messing with his hair.

"What.." He paused, shaking his head, and forcing his sterness back. "What happened. Where were you?"

You almost laughed— he sounded like a dad who's kid had snuck out. Not a boy stuck in a cruel loop of walkers and death.

"Hannah wrecked the car." You told him, honestly, "We ended up needing to walk,, and.."

You didn't finish, he could figure it out on his own. No Hannah at the gate, happiness drained from your face, it was rather obvious.

"You could've gotten killed—"

"Damn it, Carl, I know— D'you think I'm not self aware?"

"You have to be more careful."

"Do you think I planned to lose the fucking car? You really think I'm that stupid?"

"No I dont— I think.. I think I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, okay?"

You froze, eyes narrowing, "Carl, what is this about."

"I love you."

"Then act like it, I just killed a girl and you're lecturing me on safety."

He sighed, it was true. Even if you had obviously not taken his confession seriously, he was being a dick.

"I'm sorry." He groaned, wrapping his arms around you, "How hurt are you?"

"Just my hands, really."

He hummed, as you reciprocated the embrace. You stayed like that for awhile, a time that would never truly feel long enough. Eventually breaking, and agreeing to meet in his room.

You sat on his bed as you went through your bag— your run had been to a pharmacy a town over. After finding alcohol wipes and bandages, he met you in the room.

"Heads up."

He tossed the packages to you, taking a seat on the bed next to you, falling back into a laying position.

You poked at the packaging, sliding open the alcohol pad box, ripping at the packaging, and applying it to the cuts and bruises.

"Mind lending a hand, Grimes."

You tossed the bandage roll at him, unable to wrap your own hands. He groaned on impact, messing with you, before sitting up and complying.

His touch was gently, a fragile way of showing he was there. Even if all he was doing was wrapping bruised hands in guaze.

He cared more than he'd ever be able to explain, especially if he was meant to use words.

You smiled at him, as his face contorted with concentration.

"I love you too, by the way. Even if you're an asshole."

"You really think I'm an asshole?"

"No. But don't let it get to your head."

"I will."

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touloserlautrec · 19 days

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Character Voice Tag

Thanks for the tag, @mk-writes-stuff!

Rules: rewrite the quote in the voices of your OCs, then come up with a new line for the next person

The line I was given: “I really needed to leave an hour ago.”

From Sunset:

Alex: "Soooo... I'm like, very late. I gotta dash. Unless you've got more of that dip? I'm just saying, I could be convinced." Reeve: *sweating because he would never allow himself to run late, but here he is, stuck in his worst nightmare, and ohgodthisissoawkward maybe I can just telepath the issue away yeah that's it it'll be okay* Misha: "You wasted an hour of my life." *abruptly gets up and walks out on the conversation mid-sentence* Hannah: "Whoopsies, look at the time! I think I left my stove unlocked, so I better go check on that before my curtains escape! Byeee!" Gareth: "Sorry we stayed longer than intended! Guys, come on, we gotta hit the road." *proceeds trying to herd cats out the door* Emmett: "This meeting should have been over an hour ago. We all have things to do. But until you approve my proposal for new HVAC in the Terre 2nd sub-floor classrooms, consider this a filibuster. And if you think I'll cede the floor in anything less than 72 hours, you're in for a surprise. Hope no one needs a bathroom break." Anise to Fox: "Shouldn't you have been at work an hour ago?" Fox: *having just made himself a hot toddy and settling into his snuggie* "Hmm?" Anise: "It's 9 AM! What are you doing?? You have to go get dressed!" Fox: *Makes puppy eyes at her and sips his hot toddy*

I'll gently tag: @thatndginger @winterandwords @scribe-cas and open tag!

Your line is: "Can you not?"

(If you jump on this tag, please tag me so I can read your response, but please make a post of your own rather than attaching it as a reblog of this one. Thank you! <3)

#sunset a story #tag game #writeblr

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Happy Birthday John David Hannah born 23rd April 1962 in East Kilbride.

Hannah attended Heathery Knowe Primary School then Claremont High School in East Kilbride and on leaving school was an apprentice electrician for four years. He gave up his work as an electrician after being accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow.

After a few years cutting his teeth in TV shows likeThe Bill, Boon and of course Taggart, Hannah finally got his ‘big break’ when he was cast as Matthew in Four Weddings and a Funeral, since then he has made a name for himself on both stage and screen. His most notable roles have been as Quintus Lentulus Batiatus in the American television series Spartacus, Rutger Simon in Damages and Jack Roper in New Street Law, film roles include the two “Mummy” movies, Tam McGraw in The Wee Man and James Hammerton in Sliding Doors. John also helped Edinburgh Zoo celebrate its centenary in 2013 by narrating a BBB documentary on the tourist attraction's history, getting up-close-and-personal with the zoo's furry residents by launching a newly refurbished koala enclosure.

Hannah was in the Slovakian film The Auschwitz Report in 2021, based on a true story it is about two prisoners of the infamous Extermination camp who manage to escape with details about the camp's operation including a label from a canister of the pesticide Zyklon-B.

More up to date he was in an excellent episode ofrthe hit series, post apocalyptic series The Last of Us in 2023. he also appeared in the most recent series of Black Mirror set in Scotland. called Loch Henry about a young couple travel to a sleepy Scottish town to start work on a genteel nature documentary - but find themselves drawn to a juicy local story involving shocking events of the past.

Look out for David in his latest movie, Damaged, which he costarswith Hollywood A-ist actor Samuel L Jackson, this too is filmed in several Scottish locations across the Edinburgh area. We see the Royal Mile, Edinburgh Castle, Calton Hill, the Forth Road Bridge and several other local spots like Bathgate and Livinston in the trailer, Gianni Capldi is also in the film.

He has several other projects on the go, so is not short of work.

#scotland #scottish #history #actor #television #theatre #cinema

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Broken promises

Ch. 1 Lost and Found

Pairing: M/c x Jake, Words: 1280 Summary: What if m/c went to the Grimrock mines to warn Jake of the police?

I had promised him I wouldn’t go but he tricked me, I would have gone to the mines just like Michael Hanson requested, however Jake has other plans. I must admit it was really sweet that the group had asked of me not go. Well only Thomas encouraged me to do so. I am obviously not mad at him, I could understand how he was feeling, the devastation and the fear that was dominating him when it came to Hannah.

I was so scared, Jake kept talking to me, keeping me updated on what was going on in the tunnels, what he was seeing. He kept texting every motion he would make even though the signal was getting weaker and weaker until he said someone was coming and went offline. I felt my knees go weaker at the thought of the culprit getting to him, I haven’t even seen his face but in my head, my last call with Richy keeps repeating, this time though it is Jake who falls in blood. God! I don’t even know his face and yet I don’t want to lose him.

Once I realized Bloomgate was on his way there I picked up my stuff and took my bike on the mines as well. I was most likely going to be late, nonetheless I was unable to sit down and just wait for Jake’s reply. I was staying at the motel. No one was aware of that not even the man without a face apparently or perhaps he realized only now.

I was riding as fast as I could, my eyes fixed on the road, taking small breaks only to stare at the navigator of Duskwood made sure I had on my device. Suddenly my phone rang… I was Alan Bloomgate.

“Hello, Nellie… I have gotten to the tunnels of the mines” He sounded older than it felt on the text messages.

“Owo, good job chief. How did you find this information all by yourself?” I asked making sure the mock and sarcasm in my voice was distinctively highlighted.

“You did a good job.” He spoke up and then gasped, there was a pause in his voice “There is a room full of files, archives. And there are pictures of all your friends…” He told me.

“Really Sherlock? Maybe there’s an envelope with my name a big sign saying revenge and plethora of raven graffiti?” I wondered and panted lightly, the freezing breeze of December was hitting my skin like many small stab wounds. It was Christmas and I was probably riding my bike to my death. I hoped that Alan wouldn’t notice the back ground noise of my bike and my dragged breathing.

“How do you know?” he asked me, his tone surprised. I was rather satisfied that he didn’t see many of these facts coming.

“That’s what we wanted you to see at the Hanson old residence.” I explained and braked abruptly.

“Are you outside?” He asked me and I didn’t reply. “If you are thinking of coming here, change mindset, it is too dangerous.” He started off.

“Too late for that chief.” I spoke and parked my bike. I was wearing heavy clothes that wouldn’t allow me to move freely, I kept my beanie and scarf. “the culprit threatens me quiet sometime now and today he told me that he would let the two go if I came at Grimmrock waterfall…” I unriddled my ponders leaving Jake out of my speech, he was already in there somewhere. I was in danger running towards a trap and all I could think of is how close we are to each other for the first time.

I strolled over the area, it was a really impressive and beautiful place, I was to the place I was supposed to meet with Micheal Hanson but he seemed nowhere around, I had started shivering without really realizing it.

“There’s someone there.” Alan said and his voice got quieter.

“Be careful, do not shoot…Can you hear me?” I asked as I saw the screen glitching. The damn reception of that place… I forgot where I was standing, I was only scared that he would fall face to face with Jake. I raised my gaze to see the culprit 50 meters away from just staring blankly and I gulped.

“Mrs. Donford.” Alan exclaimed and I looked at the screen. He had found Hannah.

“Find Richy” said she immediately before the call was over.

“Notifying the police wasn’t part of the plan.” The man without a face said, his voice still altered.

“Many things were not in the plan and yet, here we are, aren’t we?” I asked and hoped to stall him as long as I could so the rest would come out of the mines and find me.

‘Bloomgate found Hannah, she is safe...’

‘And I am standing face to face with our cute little legend.’ I texted the groupchat and I saw everyone coming online immediately.

‘What do you mean?’ Lilly asked.

‘Awe some one ran out of braincells, Nellie, WHAT THE HECK?’ Dan texted.

‘Get out of there’ Cleo was next.

‘Please, please, please, Nellie, you can still leave… There’s Jake and now the police too.’ Jessy tried convincing me and I sighed.

‘Nellie where are you?’ Lilly asked as I couldn’t reply at that point, the legend was laughing but thankfully not walking, he kept the distance between us and this offered me some sense of security that I couldn’t really explain.

‘Answer, please don’t scare us like that’ Jessy added.

‘Guys give her time.’ Thomas tried to be the common sense .

“What do you want from me?” I yelled loudly as this staring contest was unnerving me, I made sure to press voice record and sent it to the groupchat. “Why did you involve me?” I yelled even louder. However, he seemed unphased. “You are scared of me, but I do not know why… I only came here for two months and suddenly I am tangled in this mess because of you… You just stand there… You want to scare me? Well congratulations you’ve made it…”

“You see, this mine stopped operating after a great explosion, many innocent people died back in the day, therefore the cause of the explosion isn’t still known… This is how it works, explosion usually has causalties.” He spoke and I inhaled deeply.

“You didn’t…” I breathed out in disbelief.

“Or maybe I did.” He said and I felt wings on my legs as I sprinted down the entrance and I saw him chase after me when Alan’s voice was heard and maybe a few shots. I don’t know if he was still after me. I soon found myself on the ladder Jake showed me and started climbing down, if he was after me he would have made it to the entrance cut down the ladder and I would already be dead… Right?

“Jake!” I exclaimed and my voice echoed all through the tunnels. I started running and running I was lost by now. My phone bombardised with concerned messages while I was looking everywhere for him or the explosives. Not that I would know what to do with them.

I was out of breath, I have no idea how long I have been running around those tunnels, it must have been twenty minutes and I was in denial. I was lost. I paused in a fork path and took a deep breath when I heard a crack from the floor and I felt a pair of hands pulling me on a narrow tunnel. I was out of breath I felt a pair of hands pulling me on a narrow tunnel. It was over my mouth and pressed over my neck. I couldn’t escape or scream… I froze.

A/N: Hey, I replayed the whole game and I feel pretty confident into staritng a small fic again. There will potentially be more chapters on the way. I accept requests of duskwood characters and I would also appreciate your opinion.

Have a great day:)

Yours, silvermist

#duskwood jessy #duskwood hannah #duskwood everbyte #duskwood thomas #duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood alan #hannah donfort #jake x mc #jake donfort #lilly donfort #duskwood dan #duskwood richy #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fandom #duskwood mc #everbyte studios #duskwood phil

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sparklyslug · 7 months

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💛FOUR DAYS IN LISBON💛

#*and Sintra #Hannah hits the road #sparkly originals

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misseffect · 4 months

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7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes.

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

#my fic #flashpoints #realised the other week that Singapore Shower can't happen in Singapore bcs it's too late in the race calendar :')#so i'll have to give somewhere else a heatwave instead #mr blobby is my favourite npc

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So this is how it starts - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Matty x original female character

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing; mentions of: misoginy, cancer (in the past), infertility

Disclaimer: some of what the ofc is experiencing is rooted in my lived reality, however I lie for plot purposes a lot. I draw inspiration from things that I read somewhere or that actually happened to me or my friends. It's not proof read and English is my second languageso there's either too many commas or not enough commas.

Further disclaimer: yes I know it's not *that* hard to wrap a pan, it's very hard however to make it look nice...

"So you and Matty hit it off last night" it's not a question.

I'm on the phone with Carly after a "call me when you get this" message she sent me at 7am the following Saturday.

"Why would you think that??"

"Adam literally showed me the group chat where Matty called you "fit"" she laughs.

"Fucking hell, that sounds like we're back in year 9" I roll my eyes although she can't see it.

"Don't avoid the subject. What happened after you guys left for the tube station" she makes it sound like a conspiracy.

"We did just that. We went to the tube station and then home"

"I feel like you're leaving out *a lot* of details and one to three major plot points"

"fiiiine" i groan but have to laugh as well "it's ridiculous. Halfway down the road we decided to get another drink. We sat in a bar and talked until we were thrown out and then we went home"

"Liar"

"Not a lie" technically.

"Come oooon, I haven't been on a date in *ages*! I live vicariously through you" I hear Adam saying something in the background that I can't quite make out and they both giggle at something.

"I have to insist that this definitely wasn't a date and it really wasn't that exciting. Anyway, like I said, halfway down the road to the tube station Matty asked if I really wanted to go home or if I was up to get a drink with him. I said yes and so we went to a pub that was kind of crowded but we managed to get a seat at the bar. We talked about ... anything really. He thought it was kind of unfair that I had a pretty much clear Idea of what he does for a living and asked about being a tattoo artist and running a shop and all that. He told me about BJJ, I told him about growing up with five siblings. We got a bit drunk and I think at some point I kind of insulted him as "the queen of juxtaposition" or something, it was good fun...I think. Did I mention that we both were quite drunk? Fuck, I swear I made a proper fool out of myself."

"Yeah, you do that when you're drunk" Carly laughs.

"Thanks, I'm mortified... Well at some point he had to go to the toilet and some bloke thought he could take Matty's seat and chat me up. Next thing I know Matty's having a row with that guy and the bartender threw us out to prevent a pub fight."

"And there I was thinking you were thrown out because they were closing and you stayed that long because the conversation was just sooooo good" Carly interjects in a slightly mocking tone.

"Yeah, well, no. We had a laugh about it and went on to the tube station. Turned out he wasn't planning on taking the tube and just wanted to bring me. But yeah, that was it."

"Have you talked since?

"It's literally been nine hours and nope. I don't even have his number" fucking idiot not getting his number.

"Well that can be arranged, wait a sec"

My phone chimes with a message from Carly who just sent me Matty's contact info.

"Excuse you? You can't just give out personal information like that?!" I'm kind of glad she did though.

"Make it a good story at your guys' wedding and we're even"

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Do I text or call? Text or call, text or call? I kind of want to hear his voice but I don't want to disturb hin in case he's in the middle of something. But calling is more personal, however, he doesn't even know I have his number and that's super creepy. Fuck, why is this so agonizing. Fuck it, I'll text him.

Me: Hey Matty, this is Hannah from last night. You know, the tall and pretty one :P Carly gave me your number in an act of rebellion against data security, hope you don't mind. Did you get home safe?

His answer comes in a matter of minutes.

Matty: Hello! Tall and pretty indeed. I did get home safe, although I feel like I should be the one asking you this.

Me: We're both alive and well it seems.

Matty: Good. Will you go on another date with me?

Me: What do you mean "another"?

Matty: Avoiding the question!

Me: Not avoiding, clarifying! but yes, I will go on a date with you.

Matty: Another! :)

Me: Seriously, is drunk shit talking and almost getting punched by some bloke your Idea of a date? That wasn't a proper date, my friend.

Matty: Who made you the Master of Proper Dates?

Me: Not you apparently

Matty: Also I would like to clarify that I do martial arts for self defense not to get into fights with random strangers.

Me: yeah keep telling yourself that

Matty: You're sassy, you know that?

Me: yeah, I do sometimes hang out with myself.

Matty: About that date... You free Friday?

Almost one whole week? My heart sinks a tiny little bit.

Me: yes, I'm free Friday.

Matty: Then it's a date. The second one.

Me: Serisously, that's such a weird hill to die on

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On Sunday he sends me a picture of him in a park with Adam and Baby Hann and captions it: "Is it possible we have a favorite person in common?". I know he's referring to the child but I can't help but reply "I don't like Adam *that* much??" which earns me a bunch of laughing emojis.

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On Monday I send him a photo of my super messy kitchen after trying to cook a halfway decent meal and caption it with "if one of your future date ideas involves cooking, I'm out" to which he replies: "A woman who doesn't love to cook? you will never make a man happy :P"

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He calls me on Tuesday evening just as I'm in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents. "What are you up to at the moment?" he asks innocently enough.

"I'm trying to not lose my mind while gift wrapping?"

"For Christmas?? It's only the beginning of December!"

"And I hate Christmas shopping so each year I make one day at the beginning of December designated Christmas-present-day where I get all the gifts I need to get so I can relax for a whole year after that. Except for the part where I need to figure out how to wrap a pan"

"A pan?"

"Yeah you know the cooking thing. It's almost like a pot but..."

"I know what a pan is, woman" he laughs.

"It sounded like you wanted an explanation. I'm not judging, there are a lot of complicated words."

"you're such a menace. I meant why are you giving away pans for Christmas? that's a bit of a... weird gift?" he's still laughing.

„Hey, it's a nice pan and my sister-in-law asked for one, I’m not weird, I promise“

"I can't believe I'm asking this but do you want help wrapping gifts?"

"You mean now?"

"Yeah, I'm still at the studio but that's not too far from where you said you lived"

"Honestly, Matty, that would save my sanity and my evening"

"Cool, then I'm coming over"

"The place is a mess and tiny so don't expect much"

"Seriously, Hannah, you don't cook, you don't clean, what ever are you doing with your time??" his tone is obviously mocking.

"Be nice, I have a pan to hit you with if you get too cheeky"

"Uuuh, maybe I'm into that??"

"Please, don't be?"

We both laugh, I give him my address and we hang up.

An hour later I open the door to an overly excited Matty holding a bottle of red wine and grinning from ear to ear.

He hands me the bottle and adds "It sounded like you could use the moral support"

"Matty, I have to confess something to you" I say in a serious tone.

His expression changes and he furrows his brow. "What is it? Is everything ok?"

"I'm afraid I'm more of a white wine girly" I say with a mocking sad expression and a pout

"Pffffff, I thought you liked that Malbec the other day just fine"

"And I felt like a proper French philosopher drinking it"

"Fucking French philosopher" he laughs.

I lead him into the living room where the epitome of the gift wrapping mess is located and get two glasses from the kitchen. He pours the wine, takes a glass and looks around.

"Cosy" he nods

"Messy" I sigh

"Did you manage to wrap the pan?"

"Not yet"

"Why don't you just put it in a box and wrap that?"

"Thought of that, but I don't have a box that fits the fucking thing"

"Ok teamwork then" He takes a sip of the wine, puts his glass down on the coffee table, claps his hands and goes "what do you need me to hold?"

And that is how Matty and I end up on my living room floor, me giving instructions and cutting tape, him holding the paper in place, until it is finally done and the fucking pan is wrapped in paper.

"You could turn it upside down, draw a face on it and sell it as a duck"

"No more experiments, I'm just happy the fucking thing is wrapped in something"

We drink some more wine and wrap some more gifts although none of them prove to be as challenging as the pan.

"Hey will you help me wrap my gifts... later in December... when I actually manage to get something?" he asks and for a second he seems kind of shy

"Only if there's wine again"

"Just tell me which wine you like"

"Pinot Grigio"

"Whatever that is"

"You're the wine nerd??"

"I never said that!" he laughs.

His phone he had placed on the coffee table, before making himself comfortable on the floor, rings. I instinctively look and see the caller ID says "Denise".

"Oh sorry, I have to get that" he takes the phone and goes to my tiny kitchen.

I try not to follow the conversation which is kind of impossible in my rather small flat. He doesn't say much but I can make out a "looking forward to seeing you tomorrow" and that he ends the call with "love you".

My heart sinks. He has a girlfriend? Of course he has. That was to be expected when I think about it. He's handsome, successful, fills arenas with girls who love him... and on top of that he's funny and lovely. What a fool am I to believe he could ever be interested in me...

Matty comes back in the living room and just says "Sorry 'bout that"

"'s alright" I mumble. Yeah good job hiding your disappointment.

"Actually I probably should get going, it's getting late and you most likely have work tomorrow?"

"I do, yeah... Thanks so much for your help and the wine" I try my best at a fake smile.

"See you Friday?" he asks and I almost answer that no we won't see each other on Friday and that the date is off since he's obviously not single and I don't date men who aren't single, but I also don't want to explain to him that I kind of listened to a private conversation of his so I just choke out a "hmm yeah, see you Friday" before closing the door behind him.

Chapter 3

#matty fic #matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #the1975fanfic #matty healy x oc #Matty x oc #this is how it starts

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2B

Betty Buckley (1947) “BETTY BUCKLEY (Edwin Drood/Miss Alice Nutting) won a Tony Award for her portrayal of Grizabella in Cats on Broadway. She played Dixie Scott in the Bruce Beresford film Tender Mercies and the gym teacher in Brian De Palma’s Carrie. Her New York theatre credits include the recent Second Stage production of Juno’s Swans, I’m Getting My Act Together and Taking it On the Road, Pippin, and 1776. In London she starred in Promises, Promises and on television she was Abby in “Eight is Enough.” Her films for television include “The Ordeal of Bill Carney,” The Three Wishes of Billy Grier” and the mini-series “Evergreen.” She was most recently nominated for an Emmy for her performance in the After School Special “Bobby and Sarah.” - Playbill bio from The Mystery of Edwin Drood, April 1986.

Joanna Gleason (1950) “JOANNA GLEASON (Nora Charles) Broadway: Into the Woods (Tony Award, Drama Desk Award, Outer Critics Circle Award), Social Security (Drama Desk Award), Joe Egg (Tony nomination, Clarence Dewent Award), The Real Thing, I Love My Wife. Off-Broadway: It’s Only A Play (Drama Desk Award), Eleemosynary, Love Letters. Film: Hannah & Her Sisters, Heartburn, Crimes and Misdemeanors, FX2, “Getting There” (HBO).” –Playbill bio from Nick & Nora, October 1991

NEW PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

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"So, in Drood, Betty would hit this sustained high E at the end of "The Writing on the Wall," and eventually she had to stop doing it eight shows a week. Not because she couldn't, but because it was such an incredible, unbelievable, unreal feat that her cast members would be giving her looks of absolute fright because they never knew if she'd be able to make it (she always did)."

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"I want nothing more in this world than to sit cross-legged at this woman's feet and gaze upward at her in awe as she lectures me on anything and everything. Genuinely, I do think she is the most intelligent of the Divas in this tournament, and if I had one phone call on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?", I'm calling her. She directs, she writes, she cooks, is there anything this woman can't do? She is the full package and I am a lovingly unwrapping her with hearts in my eyes."

#broadwaydivastournament #broadway divas #broadway #tournament poll #musical theatre #betty buckley #joanna gleason #round 2b

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First Day Funny Business (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You had hoped that even though it was Amy's first day of school, that she would sleep in

A set of tiny little feet padded their way into your shared bedroom, hurrying with excitement. Rhett was still snoring the morning away covered only by the thin bedsheet and the turned down covers at his feet.

Amy bounded into the room, practically jumping right on top of Rhett and eliciting a groan from the deeply sleeping cowboy. "Daddy! Daddy! Uppie!" she cried. "Uppie! It's almost time for school!"

"Don't wanna go to school, Pumpkin," he groaned. "Ten more minutes."

"Mommy says you gotta get up," Amy informed him.

Rhett jokingly laid his dead weight into the mattress as Amy tried to pry him off of it, herself in turn, rolling off the bed with a yelp and a loud thump onto the floor, taking most of the bedsheet with her.

"Shit!" Rhett hissed when the cold air from the air conditioning hit him along with the realization that he was still in his tight black boxers. Thank God he hadn't been naked......that would have had Amy either asking questions or running around telling the differences between men and women.

"Alright Doodlebug," Rhett yawned. "C'mon downstairs and eat."

A madly giggling Amy raced down the steps with Rhett trailing slowly behind until he found himself in the kitchen with you. "Good morning Frankenstein," you joked, turning over the apple cinnamon pancakes you had been cooking.

Rhett grunted in response, doing his best Frankenstein impression before rubbing the grog off his face. He kissed your lips before grabbing a plate and sitting next to Amy.

"You excited sweet pea?" he asked, digging into the pancakes.

"Yeah," she chirped happily.

You listened to Rhett going back and forth with Amy, the two boys in your belly kicking up a storm at the scent of the pancakes and the chatter in the kitchen. Hannah, your two year old, came waddling in a minute later with her pink blankie and her hair sticking up at weird angles. Rhett lifted Hannah into his lap and kissed her pretty little cheeks, making her giggle as the stubble from his jaw tickled her sensitive skin.

"Alright, Doodlebug," Rhett said when he noticed the time on the digital stove clock. "Eat that last bite and then go get dressed."

Amy scarfed down the last bite of her pancakes and hurried upstairs to go get herself dressed. Sure as shit, she had picked out one of the outfits you and Rhett had gotten for her, a pretty little dark grey t-shirt with a big turquoise butterfly on it and the cute little denim shorts with the lacy trim around the legs. Amy even managed to get her little brown gladiator sandals onto her feet which flapped all over the hardwood floors in the halls.

"C'mon princess," Rhett told her, opening the door to the truck and buckling her in. He set her backpack down on the seat beside her, happy that her blanket and her circus clown plushie were already in her bag.

Rhett helped you in a minute later once Cecelia had come to look after Hannah. She gave Amy a kiss and wished her good luck and so didn't Royal, snapping a few pictures before the three of you had to be off. Amy waved to her grandparents until you had gotten all the way to the bottom of the driveway and turned onto the road that would only be a short, fifteen minute ride to the school.

"You good to go for today?" Rhett asked you.

"As far as lessons go? Yes," you told him. "Physically and mentally? That's debatable."

Rhett chuckled a little, finally pulling into the little Waldorf School that lay right in the middle of the woods, just up the path from the main school where you taught. Rhett had known almost every single teacher at the place whether it was from having to repair farm equipment, deliver calves and foals in the middle of the night or even from bartering with one another, Rhett knew almost the entire teaching faculty.

Rhett parked in the dirt lot and helped you out first, making sure you weren't hindered by your bump. Amy jumped out once she was unbuckled and the three of you walked right up the path to the little building where Claire O'Donnell was waiting for her.

"Good morning Miss Amy," Claire greeted cheerfully, shaking Amy's little hand. "How are you this morning?"

"Good," Amy chirped.

"Come on in sweetheart," Claire told her, shooing her inside the building to see her other teachers and classmates who were just beginning to arrive. "Now here's two other faces I haven't seen all summer."

"Claire, how are ya?" Rhett greeted, shaking her hand.

"Wonderful, wonderful," she laughed. "Listen, Rhett, Brian was asking if your father still had a gas can for us to use? The tractor has no fuel and we couldn't get downtown to get any yesterday."

"Yeah, stop on by whenever ya'll get a chance and we'll lend you some," Rhett answered. "Chances are, it'll either be me or Wes Redwood ya'll see out front."

"Oh thank you, you're an absolute lifesaver," Claire answered. "And just know that if you or your family need anything from us in return, just ring the doorbell and we'll do the same."

You and Rhett both bid her farewell before saying one last goodbye to Amy, Rhett and her forming a little heart with their hands before he walked you up the path to where the grade and high schools were located.

"Don't work too hard sweetheart," he said before he kissed you.

"You know I won't," you teased him before heading off.

The realization that Amy was finally in preschool didn't hit him until Rhett was driving home and Cecelia saw him step outta the truck with tears in his eyes.

"You ok Grumpy?" she asked him.

"Can't believe Doodlebug's growin up," he croaked, hugging his mother.

"I know sweetie, I know," Cecelia chuckled. "First days are always toughest."

Rhett laughed and followed his mother into the house to gather up whatever he needed for the day and to go help Wes. He left the house, heading for the truck once more to make his way over to the Granite Trail Reservation, turning only to see his mother and Hannah standing in the window, waving goodbye. Rhett didn't need to really hold back his emotions, but felt immense pride in his family, just as he was always meant to.

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