#I’m fine I’m fed housed watered and loved

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

The process is a bitch and I want to fight it

#had the urge to just #delete everything and vanish without a word #because I’m once again in a bad slump but I know feeling better isn’t a linear thing!! #just fucking sucks man #yknow? #I’m fine I’m fed housed watered and loved #for anyone worried #because I know I say some concerning stuff #mostly just venting because I need to yell and sorting out what’s going on in my brain is hard sometimes!! #there is a cat purring on my stomach and another cat between my legs #the other Q is rambling about a hoi 4 game he played with a friend #things are well #so why the FUCK isn’t my brain cooperating with me you dumb clump of hamburger #stop that #I hope everyone is doing well #I need to get to sleep

[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part.8

Summary: Reader is sick but the group have been on the road thankfully the prison is found but will that help?

Part.7

•Masterlist•

Rick and Daryl were out scouting the area while Maggie and Glenn were watching over you, the deer had helped a bit but it still wasn’t enough food to keep you feeling well, atleast not well enough to get up and help

“Hey love” Maggie said sitting next to you handing you a bottle of water

“Hi Mags”

“Feeling any better?”

“Ya I think I’ll be fine, just hope we find somewhere”

“We will, Daryl’s trying really hard you know he’s really worried about you”

“I hate making him feel like that, I just want a home with him, this isn’t how I imagined how our relationship would be” you said upset at the thought

“What did you imagine?” She asked rubbing your back

“Ever since we were teens I imagined us getting together, having a little cabin like house, he’d come home from the garage he worked at, all happy to be home and hold me until we made supper together, I still love him obviously I just wanted us to be happier” you admitted not knowing Daryl and Rick had just entered the run down house, back from the scouting hearing everything you just said

You looked up seeing Daryl approaching you, he knelt down pulling you into his chest

“Hey baby, anything good?” You asked

“Ya” he said still holding you

“We found a prison, think we can work together and get all the walkers out, we can make it secure” Rick said

It seemed tough but it was the only thing we had just hoping it worked Rick made a plan and we all went to the prison, it wasn’t that far actually, you went up one of the guard towers with Daryl once everyone was in their spots everyone started shooting, you tried your best, you took down a few but the others were in better stamina and got the rest of them as Rick locked the gates This outer field was secure for now, you all climbed down the towers and met in the middle setting up camp for the night

“Tomorrow we’ll push in more, for now we rest and eat” Rick said as everyone laid out their blankets

You and Daryl sat on you blanket, you laid between his legs against his chest with his arms tight around you, he took another blanket and threw it over you both, ever since you got sick from the low iron you got really cold easily and his warmth always helped

“You’re so warm, I love cuddling you” you said resting your head on his chest

“Ya sure yer warm enough?” He asked holding you closer running his hand through your hair

“Ya I’m good……hey you remember that time in middle school wear that boy was picking on me, pulling my hair and everything calling me ugly and you came and beat him up for me?” you asked randomly remembering this fond memory

“Oh ya, that lil ass deserved it cause yer far from ugly peach, everyone knew that” he whispered making you blush

“Stop no they didn’t, if I recall there were some girls that were fond of you through out the years” you said playing with his shirt

“Nah not me” he grunted

“Come on D you were so handsome, your little country accent that showed through when you were mad, the sleeveless shirts, wish they could see you now, so strong and even more handsome, and oh so sexy” you said making him laugh hiding his face in your hair

“I love ya peach”

“I love you too D” You all sat around the fire for the rest of the evening loving the warmth, still cuddling Daryl until Carl came over sitting infront of you munching on his food looking at you like a little puppy, you sat up as Daryl wrapped his arms around your hips, still sitting between his legs

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?” You asked not having had many conversations with him but he was a sweet kid

“Are you feeling better?” He asked holding his plate out for me

“Yes I’m getting a bit better and you keep your food sweetie, gotta be fed to grow and be a strong man” you said making him smile

“I was worried about you, mom says you probably won’t make it” he said and your heart dropped then feeling Daryl’s hands tighten around you

“She said that?” Daryl asked and you could hear the anger

“Ya, she said y/n was holding us back and the walkers would get her but I didn’t think so, you’re a survivor y/n plus I don’t wanna lose anyone else” he said getting a bit sad

“Oh sweetie you’re not gonna lose me I’m gonna be alright, now keep your head up” you said smiling at him, he gave you a hug and went back to Lori as you laid back against Daryl thinking about what Carl said

‘Was I really holding the group back, I was sick and I was trying my best’ you thought to yourself

“She ain’t right ya know, we all understand, never leave ya behind” Daryl said knowing you were worrying about it

“I’m really trying, I’m sorry” you said hating to feel like a burden

“Ain’t gotta be sorry, ya listen to me, I won’t let anyone hurt ya, I won’t leave ya, none of us will, we adore ya peach, now stop worryin that lil head and get ta sleep” he said kissing your lips gently even infront of people which was rare, and soon you were off to sleep

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up the next morning to dewy grass and an arm draped over your waist still being curled up in Daryl, the sun was still low in the sky, not yet risen the little birds chirping, everything was peaceful for a moment until the walkers groaning caught your attention ruining everything

You sighed hating that sound, you just wanted them gone you wanted your old world back with Daryl, you wanted suppers together again and occasional sleepovers where you’d get to wear his big comfy shirts or when he’d stay at your place you’d give him facials even though he groan about it, you wanted your life back, but you couldn’t tell Daryl he’s been working so hard and no matter what he said you still felt like a burden to him

Daryl started moving behind you waking up

“Morning Peach”

“Morning” I said putting my hand back to rub his check

“Ya ready for today?!” He asked placing his hand on your lower belly for some reason he’s started to do that but you didn’t mind

“Yes, I’m hoping this place can be something, something for us to build”

“It will, we can make it a home, I’ll do that fer ya”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and some others waited outside the gate as the strongest ones got into the prison and after some time they came back out letting us in, saying it was secure

You were shocked by how big the block was, it was dirty but with help you could all clean it up and make it nice, as nice as you could Everyone claimed a cell but Daryl didn’t want a cell, feeling like a tomb so he decided to take the perch, but you could turn it around so you pull two mattresses from cells placed them on the perch and threw your blankets over them, you laid down as Daryl came back laying back next to you

“Made yerself at home quick” he said laughing

“I’m just happy we found this place”

“Me too baby, but me and the other are gonna find the kitchen so I’ll be back soon” he said kissing my forehead before he was off

Soon Carl was walking up the stairs and sitting in the mattress by me

“I’m bored” he huffed

“Well what can I do?”

“Wanna play truth or dare?” He asked excited

“Sure sweetie”

“Okay truth or dare?”

“Hmmmmm…I’ll say truth”

“Have you always loved Daryl?”

“Well when we met as kids I liked him as a friend but when we got to be teenagers I started to see how much I do love him, only at the farm did we finally share our feelings with each other” you said smiling remembering the little crush you had as a kid

“Really, so like you’re soulmates?”

“I think so, I’d do anything for him”

“I don’t think my parents are soulmates”

“Why do you say that?”

“They don’t talk much and when they do they fight” he said sighing

“Sweetie not everyone is soulmates but that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other in a different way and sometimes it’s better to let eachother go than be sad, but whatever happens nothing is your fault” you said see that made him a bit happier having worked as a teacher you had some kids over the years have problems with parents that you tried to help cheer up the kids

The game kept going back and forth until he got bored again and went to find someone else so you decided to nap, maybe one day you could have a kid of your own and show them true soulmates

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Part.9<-

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

wait imagine tangerine with a reader who constantly brings stray animals home

Room for one more?

@kpopgirlbtssvt

Tangerine sighed, sitting down in the booth of the restaurant his brother had insisted on eating at. They just finished a mission, and he was tired. He ran a hand through his hair, and buttoned his shirt back up in attempt to look as neat as possible so they didn’t call the cops on them. Because last time they went somewhere, the cops had been called and it was a close call.

Quite honestly, he liked the quiet. He luckily had a book he hadn’t read yet in the car so he brought it in with him. Lemon was up and ordering the food.

He got comfortable, and started to read. He was happy he didn’t have to deal with the noise of a cat or dog scratching at the shower.

You loved to bring in stray animals constantly. He didn’t understand it. Like if you wanted a pet so bad just ask and he’ll be more than happy to get one.

But you constantly insisted on bringing them in for a minute or two. And you fed them, gave them a bath if they were dirty, and gave them some water and then let them go again.

It was sweet, it was. But it could get annoying. You were always getting scratched and bit. He wonders how you’ve never gotten rabies.

So even if he didn’t understand it, he dealt with it. And dealing with it included him helping you. He didn’t mind, and you had made sure to communicate with him before.

He found it cute how you held them and cared for them when no one else would.

Lemon sighed as he sat down with the tray, he put it on the table.

“Got you a milkshake. You seem pissed.”

“Shut up.”

“Whatcha readin’?”

“A book.”

Lemon rolled his eyes, and began to eat while ignoring him.

“Bro, you gonna drink that?”

“Does it look like I am?”

“I will take that as a no.” He took the milkshake and started drinking it himself.

Tangerine rolled his eyes, and continued reading.

Once he paid, they both left.

“You good?”

“I’m fine.” Was all tangerine said. He started up the car and started to drive.

He just wanted to get home already.

He dropped lemon off and drove straight towards your guys house.

He silently unlocked the door, he opened it up slowly so that just in case you were sleeping on the couch he didn’t wake you. He took off his shoes.

You were awake in your bed, reading a book.

He entered the room, and saw you. You looked up from the book and smiled at him tiredly.

“Hi, love.” You said, putting a bookmark in and putting it on the nightstand. Tangerine smiled back, and walked next to you. He kissed you on the forehead.

He began to get undressed, and comfortable. Then he laid down next to you. He put his arms around you.

“How was work today?”

“Shitty.” He mumbled, His breath hot against your neck.

“That sucks. ‘M sorry.” You said back.

“It’s alright, how was your day?”

“It was alright. Work was boring for me. But I found a dog earlier.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… he won’t leave.”

“Wait, so, he’s still here?”

You opened your mouth to speak when you both heard something walking into the room. You both turned your heads to the door, and his arms were no longer around you.

The small dog jumped onto your guys bed, and walked onto tangerine, he licked his face and he groaned in disgust.

“Can we keep him? Please? We have the room.” You begged. And he had to admit, even though he couldn’t see the dog that well he was still cute.

Tangerine thought for a moment. Stayed silent as the dog found a spot In between you guys.

“Alright.” He sighed.

How could he deny two adorable things right in front of their faces?

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson x reader

[minervadashwood]

Daryl Dixon x PlusSize!Reader - oneshot

Lucky Charm

Summary: Some people in your group get the flu. Winter is coming on strong, and Daryl does his best to keep the group safe and you warm. Reader is: plus-size, good at first aid, and in love with Daryl (aren't we all?). Tropes: Bed-sharing, first kiss, confessions, unfounded jealousy, fluff Warnings: Sickness (flu), walkers, dead turkey, hunger, Glenn with really bad timing. Notes: This was originally part of Scars and Stitches, but it didn't fit the timeline for that. I think this works well as a standalone story. So I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 4,600

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Carl was the first one to get sick. You didn’t think much of it; kids get sick easily. But then Rick started sniffling and running a fever. Still, your group kept going.

Next day, Lori was coughing almost nonstop, and you all had to find some place to settle for a few days. Glenn and Daryl managed to locate a small house down a dirt road, some cheaply made thing with only a few windows, and most of them so tiny it’d be hard to fit through. You picked the lock, then Glenn and Maggie cleared the house.

Once everyone was inside, the sick ones were quarantined in the two bedrooms: Lori in one, with Rick and Carl in the other. Hershel explained the quarantine rules, and then everyone got to work. With Maggie, you nailed whatever you could find over the windows, leaving small lookout points on each side of the house. Meanwhile, Glenn and Daryl set up jury rigged walker alarms in the form of cans and fishing line. Hershel saw to his patients, and Beth began boiling water over the fire Daryl had made in the small fireplace of the main room.  Then, she managed to find 3 cans of green beans in the cabinets. Among the ten of you that was all you had to eat that day.

When Carol’s nose started running that night, she was put to bed with Lori.

Daryl was out the next day, from dawn to dusk. When he got back, you helped him make a couple of broths from roots and pine needles, all the food he was able to find. The sick got fed first, and what was left was shared among the rest of you.

On the bright side, you had plenty of water from a stream behind the house, and Daryl said there were no signs of walkers within half a mile radius. 

You, Glenn, Maggie, and Daryl were the only ones who weren’t sick and could also take down walkers, so watch shifts were established among the four of you. Rick kept insisting on helping out, but Hershel was strict with the quarantine.

Days went by in a haze of routine. You kept watch when it was your turn and did your best to ignore how hungry you were. There was no use talking about it; all of you were going through the same thing.

On the morning of the fourth day, you sat on your sleeping bag daydreaming of spaghetti piled high with meatballs when Daryl started putting on his jacket and vest.

“Heading out?” you said.

Daryl gave you a small nod and put his crossbow over his shoulder.

“Wait up.” You got to your feet, but as you stood, the room spun. You threw a hand behind you, steadied yourself against the wall, and took a few deep breaths.

Daryl grabbed you by the bicep of your free arm. “You sick?” He blinked at you through his shaggy hair, grip tight but not painful. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was scared. But nothing scared Daryl Dixon.

“Not sick. Hungry. Like everyone else.”

He narrowed his eyes and took a step closer.

“Just stood up too fast,” you explained. “Not the first time I’ve gone hungry. I’m fine.”

He stared at you doubtfully for another moment before releasing you. “I’ll be back soon. May be something out there I ain’t found yet.”

“I figured. I’m going with you.”

“No you ain—”

“What if you get sick, too?” you interrupted. “You’ve been running yourself ragged. Going out most of the day foraging then back here to keep watch half the night.”

He stared at you.

You gazed past him to keep from meeting his eyes. “Don’t know what I’d–-what we’d do if something happened to you.” You took a deep breath and forced yourself to look at him. “I can be as quiet as you, so stop this loner bullshit and teach me. That way I can look for food in case something happens to you.”

*

“Must be my good luck charm,” Daryl murmured, pulling the crossbow bolt out of the turkey’s skull.

You never thought you’d salivate over feathers and wrinkled turkey feet, but every single part of that bird had your mouth watering..

“Just saw it out of the corner of my eye,” you explained. “Women have better peripheral vision than men. But men have better depth perception.”

Daryl held the turkey up by the neck. “Must have been eatin’ good. Got to be more somewhere we ain’t looked.”

“Tomorrow?” you asked, thoughts going to gravy and bone soup and chunks of juicy, dark meat.

He nodded and lowered the bird. “Got your knife?”

You pulled your knife from its holster and held it out to him.

He shook his head. “Still want to learn, don’t ya?”

Revulsion was nothing compared to your hunger and need to be useful. You nodded, taking the knife in hand, its familiar handle giving you a sudden burst of determination.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Daryl said, and he taught you to clean a turkey.

*

That night, everyone was the happiest they’d been in a while. Carefully rationed, the turkey would last you a few days more, and there was the hope of more beyond that now that Daryl knew a better place to hunt.

Maggie and Glenn insisted on sharing the night watch, so after supper, you were snuggled in your sleeping bag, content and hopeful and proud that everyone in your group had eaten that day.

Some time later, Daryl crawled into his own bed a couple of feet from yours. You couldn’t help turning to face him, your joy and excitement keeping you from sleep.

“Today was a good day,” you told him.

He gave you the briefest of nods as he settled, laying on his back, arms under his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for taking me with you. It felt good. Being useful for a change.”

“Who said you ain’t useful?”

“I’m not strong like you or Maggie, and Hershel actually knows what he’s doing. Just wanted to help, is all. So thanks.”

He didn’t say anything else–not that you expected him to–so you snuggled deeper into your bed, ready for sleep.

Beside you, Daryl shifted, getting comfortable. “You did,” he said, his voice low. “Help, I mean.”

Eyes opening slightly, you realized he was facing you, his crossbow and knife the only things separating your two beds.

“Thanks,” you said.

“It was nice. Havin’ you out there today.  You can come next time, too.”

You couldn’t suppress your joy. “Really!?”

Daryl chuckled at you, “Yeah.”

“Thanks, Daryl.”

He flashed you the smallest of smiles. “Welcome. Now get some sleep.”

*

You woke up in the middle of the night, shivering from the cold. It was freezing in here.

Through bleary eyes, you looked across the room and saw Beth, with a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose, carrying a few blankets to the bedrooms. Hershel came out a moment later, headed in your direction.

Sitting up, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. “Beth sick?”

“No,” Hershel said. “But we’ve got a cold snap, and Rick and them need the extra blankets. Time for us to snuggle up and share.”

Nodding in understanding and ignoring your painfully cold toes and fingertips, you pulled out the extra blanket you had lining your sleeping bag and handed it to him.

Hershel took it, as well as two more from Daryl. “Beth and I will put our two sleeping bags together. Might be a good idea for you two to do the same.” Hershel adjusted the handkerchief over his mouth and went to check on his patients.

Wouldn’t it have made more sense for Hershel and Daryl to share?

Weary, you sighed. You didn’t have it in you to debate with the stubbornness of Hershel Greene, no matter the butterflies in your belly or anxiety in your chest.

Next to you, Daryl was already unzipping his sleeping bag all the way, huffing and grunting as he spread it face-up on the floor.

You stood, scurrying out of his way and gave your own bed a few small kicks to move it over. Still half asleep, you tried to accept this was really happening. Picking up your knife from under your pillow, you went to your pack for an extra pair of socks. By the time you returned, your sleeping bag was spread out, facedown on Daryl’s. He zipped up the far side, the bottom, and half of the near side. Then he started pulling jackets, flannel shirts and sweatshirts from his pack and laying them on top of the new bed.

Your new bed. That you would share. With Daryl.

Of course this made sense. Beth was still a kid, after all, and probably would want to stay close to her dad. Although never in the same bed or sleeping bag, you and Daryl usually slept beside each other. In fact, ever since your group had left the farm, sleeping next to Daryl felt as natural as waking up in the morning. It was part of your day like anything else.

For a month now, maybe more, you’d been trying not to think what that meant. That at the end of the world you’d met someone who made you feel the way Lizzie did for Darcy or Min felt for Cal. That it was for someone who was as loyal, dependable, and perfect as Daryl.

Forcing yourself to look away from him, you found your coat, jacket, and a couple of button downs, then helped Daryl pile them on top of the other clothes.

While you couldn’t imagine a world without Daryl, you also couldn’t imagine one in which he felt the same about you. Any affection he had for you was surely born out of his innate protectiveness and growing loyalty to the group.

You shook the fantasy of loving Daryl from your mind and moved your pillow to rest beside his, placing your knife under it.

Your knife. You remembered that afternoon on the farm, the laughter and teasing looks everyone gave you the next day. That time Maggie asked if you had any condoms left, having assumed Daryl was sleeping with you. Because of the way he was always staring.

Impossible.

You studied him, broad shoulders and strong back, muscular arms and dexterous hands.

He was too good for you in every way imaginable. You wouldn’t fool yourself into hoping for what would never happen. Best to keep a clear head.

“Good thinking with the coats and stuff,” you told him.

He glanced at you, but continued to study the bed. “I’ll take over watch from Maggie. You don’t gotta share with me.”

Without thinking, you took his forearm, wrapping your hand gently around it. “Daryl, you haven’t slept one night through in almost a week. It’s fine.” You paused, realization like a punch in the gut. “Unless you don’t want to share with me?”

He squinted at you, the muscle of his forearm suddenly tense. You let go.

“Why wouldn’t I want to share with you?” he asked

You gestured at your general existence, hoping he understood.

Without indicating one way or the other, he held up the open corner of the bed. “Get in.”

You crawled in between the sleeping bags, situating yourself as close to the far side as possible.

A moment later, the solid, comforting presence of Daryl was next to you, his broad shoulders taking up more room than you expected, his legs almost touching yours under the heavy weight of the sleeping bag and clothes.

“Ya alright?” He asked.

You exhaled a shaky breath. So close. Any resolve of not wanting him shattered with him so near. How easy it would be to touch him, to put your hand on his chest, to trace the line of his jaw, to let him kiss you.

“I’m good,” you lied.

Both of you were silent when Beth and Hershel returned, and you closed your eyes against the yearning threatening to claw its way out of you. Listening to the two of them settle in, you realized Daryl was motionless beside you, probably already asleep.

You turned to face away from him, dipping your nose under the covers to keep it warm.

Just when you’d resolved to start counting sheep, Daryl moved beside you.

“Thought you knew how I felt about ya,” he said, his voice a near inaudible rumble. “Carol said you didn’t, but yer smart. Figured you had me pegged.”

You rolled over, a mixture of hope and disbelief warring within you. Were you hearing him right?

“The way you feel about me?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer.

“Daryl,” you said, desperate for him to explain. “Say something. Please.”

The silence stretched on, oppressive and suffocating, until he finally whispered, “Thought you knew and just didn’t want me.”

The brokenness in his voice touched something deep within. “You were wrong,” you said, your heart in your throat. “Daryl, you were so wrong.” 

You felt the lightest of touches on your jaw, first a trembling fingertip, then the full roughness of his calloused palm was cupping your cheek.

Eyes fluttering closed, you melted at his touch. Cold extremities forgotten, all you felt was his hand on you.

Daryl’s hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his hold on you firm and steady.

You reached for him, bold and needful. You threaded your fingers in his hair and cradled his head, wanting to hold him like the treasure he was.

Daryl pulled you to him; the softness of your body met the hardness of his. He kissed you, slow at first, and then he was demanding, clutching at you with his hands, drinking from you with his mouth. You held on for dear life, fingertips searching for any bit of exposed skin: his neck, the small of his back beneath his vest and shirt.

It felt so good to kiss him, like you’d been waiting all your life to breathe him in and lap at the fountain of his lips. He slid a leg between yours, pulling you impossibly nearer to him.

And there it was, the spark all the poets had written about, that Arthurian knights had died for. Your core shook with a desperate longing you’d never felt for another person, and as Daryl worked hard at your mouth, you found yourself wanting him to kiss you everywhere else, too.

The front door slammed open.

“DARYL!”

Glenn stood panicked in the doorway. In less than a few seconds, Daryl had extricated himself from your legs and arms, had pulled on his boots and crossbow, and was now on his way to the door.

“Where? How many?” he demanded.

“Not walkers,” Glenn explained, panting heavily. “People. Four or five, I don’t know. They took Maggie.”

Beth burst into tears.

“On foot?” Daryl asked.

Glenn nodded. “I can show you where they went.”

Daryl was almost out the door before suddenly turning around.

You were putting your knife on your belt, grabbing the nearest handgun, and scrambling to find your hiking boots.

“You ain’t goin’,” he said.

“But I–”

He grabbed your wrist and grunted at you. “You need to stay here and protect the others.”

Stunned that he trusted you to protect anyone, you nodded. And with one last look at you, he disappeared out the door.

Pressing a palm to the closed door, you willed yourself to focus on taking care of everyone and not letting yourself imagine the people you loved being murdered by strangers.

You took a quick inventory of the available weapons and ammo while Hershel consoled Beth. You decided the handgun was all you needed. If things got worse than that, you didn’t stand a chance, anyway.

Before your mind could travel farther down that dark path, you carefully loaded a shotgun, and set it next to Hershel. He had to be worried about Maggie, but he was doing his best to stay calm for Beth. You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Daryl will get her back. Don’t worry.”

To your surprise, Hershel covered your hand with his own. “Thank you,” he said, with a small smile. “Dixon acts like a crazed wolf, but he’s good people. You both are.”

Unable to accept Hershel’s praise–-he gave it out so rarely-–you bowed your head in acknowledgement, touched by his words.

“I’ll keep close to the house and run back in if I see anything.”

“Good girl,” Hershel said, and turned his attention back to Beth.

*

On the walk back to the house, Daryl trailed behind Glenn and Maggie, remembering your taste and touch.  First time in his life that it felt good to be wrong.

The stupid fucks who had taken Maggie were only after a woman to help some man’s wife give birth. 

But it was over now, dawn was breaking, and he thought of you in bed next to him, soft and lush and so very warm.

Maggie squealed.  “They were doin’ what?”  She was full of giggles, smiling at Glenn, who cast a nervous glance back at Daryl.

“Mag-gie,” Glenn said.

Maggie stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face Daryl.  “You mean, first good thing to happen in three months and I miss it?  You couldn’t have waited until I got back, Daryl Dixon?  You’ve been waitin’ so long already.”

He wanted to tell Maggie to fuck off, but he knew you wouldn’t like that.  “You wanna double date?” he said. “Ain’t happenin’.”

Glenn took Maggie’s hand and urged her to keep walking, mouthing “sorry” over his shoulder.

The moment Glenn faced forward again, Daryl allowed himself a small smile.

*

When Daryl got back to the house, you weren’t where he left you, but Carl was. The kid opened the door, revolver in hand, stupid hat sitting crooked on his head.  Once inside, Daryl saw Hershel and Beth by each of the windows, keeping careful watch out of the peepholes.

Fuck.

Beth leaped up from her post and ran into her sister, wrapping her arms around Maggie in a big hug.

“Where is she?” Daryl demanded.

Beth looked at him from the corner of her eye.  “It was walkers. Just a couple, she said, but she went out to check if any more were nearby.” Beth offered him a sad smile.  “She was really brave.”

Panic hit him, hard and fast, and Daryl found it suddenly hard to breathe. He ran outside to the fresh air and away from Beth’s pitying gaze.

Next thing he knew, the door swung open and Rick was beside him.  Rick slapped a hand on his back. 

“Good. Now that you’re back we can go after her and get on the road.”

Daryl scowled at him. “She ain’t dead?”

Rick furrowed his brow in confusion.  “She went to see where those first two came from.  Left about half an hour ago.  Figured we could catch up and give her a hand.”

Daryl almost sank to his knees in relief, but he just nodded and went to find you.

*

He found you about an hour later, hands and jacket speckled with walker blood as you squatted on the forest floor, studying the dirt. Before Daryl could run to you and pull you tightly against him, you stood and gave Rick a big, warm smile.

Despite the sharp sting of rejection, Daryl instantly noticed something was off. Your eyes were a bit sunken and there was a sallow look to your cheeks.

“You look like you’re doing better,” you said to Rick.

Rick nodded, “But doesn’t look like you are.”

You shook your head.  “Little under the weather, but I don’t think I’m bit. You can check to make sure.”

With a small nod, Rick holstered his revolver and began checking you for bites.  His hands were going under your coat, up your sleeves, and around your legs.

Daryl growled low in his chest. Despite your doubts, he knew you weren’t bit. You’d never put anyone at risk, especially Carol and the kids. There was no need for Rick to touch you like that, to put his hands places only Daryl’s should be.

When Rick finished checking you over, he put an arm around your waist.  “Let’s go back and get you cleaned up.”

You nodded at him, and Daryl resisted pulling you away from Rick’s possessive hold.  As the two of you walked past him, you flashed him a quick smile, but said nothing as you let Rick be the one to lead you back to safety.

At the house, Daryl paced around the perimeter a few times, trying to calm down.  The fourth lap had him even more heated, so he went inside, needing to keep an eye on you even if you wouldn’t speak to him. 

Inside, Carol and Lori were up, too, making the main room crowded and stifling with activity.  Everyone was packing up; Rick was eager to get on the road.

Daryl didn’t like the look of you as you put away the extra food and started folding his clothes. Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearest bedroom.

Once there, he held tight to your arm and looked you up and down. “You’re sick,” he said.

With your free hand, you touched your forehead.  “I probably am.”

Daryl’s nostrils flared in frustration.  “Then why is everybody actin’ like you ain’t?”

You wrested your arm away from him.  “Because more walkers will find this place soon, and that other group already knows we’re here. Because this isn’t a safe place for Lori to have her baby. Rick thinks it’s best if we move on.”

Daryl had begun to trust Rick more and more in the past few months, but now jealousy and rage were calling all of that into question.

Daryl wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you, but he kept his distance. He wouldn’t let you play him for a fool.

“You doin’ all this for Rick, then?” he asked.  “He gets up and about and suddenly you don’t want me no more?”

You took a step back, gawking at Daryl like he’d lost his mind.

“Answer me!” he demanded, images of Rick touching you plaguing him from one second and into the next.

“Rick is like my brother. I love him, but what I feel for him is nothing like what I feel for you.”

That was all Daryl needed to hear. He grabbed you by the shoulders, hauled you to him, and kissed you hard. 

After a few seconds of his mouth on yours, you pulled away, and Daryl had to let you go.

“Daryl, you’re going to get sick, too if you keep doing that,” you said, clutching at his vest and resting your head on his chest.  “Don’t make me worry about getting you sick.”

Worry? About him? No one in his life had worried about him, and he couldn’t see why anyone ever would.  But you were sincere, with your touch and your words and the way you looked up at him. A tiny flicker of hope flared deep within.  If you cared a fraction of  what he cared for you, then maybe you did worry about him. Just a little.

You took a step back.  “I didn’t want to make a big show when I saw you out there. I don’t know how you feel about everyone knowing, so I wasn’t going to tell them without talking it over with you.” You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Besides, I don’t know what you want from this. From me.”

Everything. He wanted everything.

There were footsteps in the hall, and Daryl turned to find Rick standing in the doorway.

“Everything okay in here?  We heard some yelling.”

Yelling? Daryl hadn’t been yelling, had he?

You jumped away from Daryl and turned to Rick.  “We’re good.  Little misunderstanding is all,” you said.

Daryl faced Rick, but kept his gaze on the floor.  “Hershel say it was safe for her to keep goin’?” He grabbed you by the hand. “‘Cause if it ain’t, we’re stayin’.  Y’all go on if ya want.  I’ll look after her.”

Rick smiled with a twinkle in his eye.  “I know you would, buddy.  But Hershel said she looks worse than she is. Probably from not eating enough.  He got a good sense of the virus from looking after all of us.  If she keeps taking the acetaphil—atta-metacin---”

“Acetaminophen,” you supplied.  “Tylenol.”

Rick nodded, “Yep. So long as she keeps taking that and gets enough to eat, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

There was an awkward pause. 

 “Right. Soon as you two are ready,” Rick said and left the room.

Without looking at you, Daryl said, “Glenn saw us. He told Maggie. ‘m sure everyone else knows by now.”  He glanced at you, taking in your soft eyes and parted lips.  He wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.

Forcing himself to look away, Daryl whispered. “Don’t care about them knowin’ or not knowin’.” He had to stop and strengthen himself against the insecurity ripping him apart. “I’m not askin’ for more than you already give me. But if you’re goin’ to let me kiss you and hold you, I don’t want nobody else touchin’ you like that.” 

Too scared to look at you, he stared at the floor.

*

Daryl’s hand was trembling slightly in yours, and it infuriated you that he wouldn’t meet your gaze.  This was Daryl, after all.  Who’d looked men right in the eyes and shot them dead, who’d launched himself at a group of walkers armed with nothing but a hunting knife. One time not even that.

There was so much about him you still didn’t know or understand. Even now you only had a small glimpse of the man he was, and, despite his recent openness, you sensed more happening in that head of his than he would ever let on.

You leaned against him once more, breathing in the scent of the earth and leather, relishing it while you still could.

You took his chin in hand and forced him to look at you. “If you think I want anyone else kissing me, you have lost your damn mind.  I have been pining after you—and only you—since what feels like the dawn of time.”

He blinked at you. After taking a moment to process what you said, he nodded.

Relieved, you let go and took a few steps away from him.  “Now, I need something from you. Until I’m better, I want you to stay away from me.  You are the best of us at finding food, and you’ll be healthier if I stay with Carol and Rick’s family.”

Daryl squinted. “What’s that goin’ to change? I already kissed ya last night and again today. I’m goin’ to get what you got anyway.”

“Viral load is still a variable,” you tried to explain. “It’s like walkers. One or two, not a big deal. Three, four, five? A bit dangerous.  More than that?  It just gets worse and worse.  Viruses are the same way.  The less exposure you have, the easier for your immune system to fight it off. I won’t have you risking more than you need to just for me. Okay?”

Daryl nodded, then said, “Alright.”

You exhaled, relieved.

“But,” he said, brushing hair out of his face and looking you in the eyes. “Once you’re better, nothing else is goin’ to keep me from bein’ with you. Wasted enough time already.”

Daryl left the room, and you had to take a moment to catch your breath. 

How long had Daryl been feeling this way about you? Mind clouded by your mild fever and Daryl’s parting words, you left the room and got ready to hit the road.

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[maidenluo]

The thing about Bingqiu is while binghe tears up a little things he’s not being entirely serious but binghe could make ONE semi sarcastic joke like “shizun can’t cook” or “shizun has the emotional intelligence of a fish” and Shen Qingqiu WOULD burst into tears on the spot

I’m slightly exaggerating but I’d pay good money to see this happen

I have an idea in my head during Jinlan where binghe is like “I see shizun has had difficulty putting himself together in my absence” and Shen Qingqiu is genuinely hurt cause he tried his BEST these layers are HARD ok and doing your own hair is hard he thought he looked fine and no one said anything but here is LBH with his glowup while he’s in wrinkled robes

Sqq cries or smth due to high stress yada yada and binghe is like “shizun clearly needs me he is falling apart” and just goes back to Qing Jing with him

Water prison who? Idk her but sqq would probably rather be there than at the bamboo house getting force fed veggies because “what do you mean you haven’t eaten in 3 years shizun your health is delicate”

I love nagging housewife binghe he is both extremely touched about the sword grave and than about to faint “wdym you were there even in the rain shizun ?!??! Did you catch a cold?!??”

Am rambling but point is Shen Qingqiu tears god tier weapon he needed to pout once and go “I’m sowwy binghe 🥺” and the book would’ve been cut in HALF

#svsss #scum villains self saving system #mxtx #shen yuan #bingqiu #scum villain #shen qingqiu #luo binghe

[xtom-darling-x17]

could you make a tom holland one where Tom has to go away for a long time due to filming but the reader is pregnant and has to tell Tom bc she feels like he won’t be there and she doesn’t wanna be alone. Maybe they argue at the start like angst and then she blurts out why she’s making a big deal of him leaving.

My Forever

Pairing - Tom Holland x Pregnant Reader

Summary - Tom has to leave for Filming but you have to tell him something, really important and it worries you.

Warnings - Angst, sadness, as usual fluffy ending because who cant? Resist sweet Tom!!

A/N - Thank you so much, for requesting, hope you enjoy! Much appreciation to the love and support to all of my content on my blog 🥰

Honestly, guys come chat, talk about things to me or request! I’m always open to being mutuals with other accounts, don’t be shy come join the fun! Hope your doing well!! 💜

“Love, that doesn’t make any sense..” Tom rolls his eyes at you, “I’ve been away before and you were perfectly fine!”

You and Tom stand in the middle of your kitchen arguing about him going away for a while, due to filming.

“You don’t understand, I know that you need to go and film but why such a long time?” you asked, huffing folding your arms over.

“Because baby, it’s takes a long time to film a series!” Tom frowns, looking away from you.

“I just don’t want you to go,” You shake your head.

“I know but why?” Tom asked, “I’ll still be able to come back, still text and call you and you can visit,” he leaned his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Tommy its not about that,” You whisper, nervously. You look down at your stomach, deciding that he really needs to know, it’s now or never!

“What is it then?” Tom narrows his eyes, tapping his foot against the marble floor as he gets impatient.

“I, I don’t know,” You hold back your tongue, deciding just to tell him when he is away.

“What do you mean, you don’t know? You must know! Like your complaining about me leaving,” Tom feeling fed up with the situation, going to walk out on you to take a breather.

Instead, you speak again..

“I’m not complaining, I’m being honest!” You said, shaking your head completely disagreeing with his words. It seems tense, to just blurt the words you need to say but you need to right?

“Honest, my ass!” Tom scoffed, he really needs to get out the house. The air is catching in his throat as the atmosphere try’s to swallow him whole.

“Your being really, unreasonable love! Please give me a valid reason why you don’t want me to go,” Tom try’s to calm down one last time, for your sake as well as his own. He don’t want to be mad and fight or even walk out but it’s really difficult.

You take a deep breath, ignoring his comment as you hold your hand out to place it on Tom’s cheek. “I just found out that, I’m 3 Weeks Pregnant,” you whisper, him barely hearing you.

You feel like your drowning under water as you said the thing, you needed to say.

You don’t say anything after, scared about what is there to come. What will he think?

Everything stops in silence as the words hits Toms ears, “what did you say? Love,” he held your hand tight, like as if you will float away from him.

“Um, nothing.. I didn’t say anything,” You looked away lairing, you feel embarrassed and shocked you actually blurted it out.

“No, no baby,” Tom breathes out, cupping your jaw into his warm, hands, “You said you are pregnant, is that true?”

“Yes,” You take a shaky breath, “I didn’t want you to go because I didn’t want to feel alone, for you not to be there for me or the baby,”

Tom calms down, forgetting about all the other things that got him riled up. He focused on your words, on you, only you!

“I’m so sorry, love,” Tom kisses your forehead to comfort you, “We are going to get through this together, Darling! Im going to love and support you, no matter what,” he smiles.

You stand there, in between his arms and body, you let tear drops fall on your cheeks.

“Blossom, don’t cry,” Tom wipes your tears from under your eyes and cheeks, “Your ok, we are ok! I love you so much, my love! You are so strong and brave.. should of told me sooner,”

“I was going to, but,” You took a deep breathe listening to Tom’s heart beat, he calms you like flying with pixie dust but much better, “I was scared to see your reaction,”

“Understandable, sweetheart. It must be scary in this situation but now you know that I’m all in, I’m going to love, care, support and protect you, Darling,” Tom kisses your lips passionately, you smile into the kiss.. slipping your tongue between his teeth as you sink more into his chest.

“You are one of a kind, Tom,” you wink.

“Says Yourself, Princess,” Tom teases back.

“I’m always going to be here for you, your not alone, Y/N neither is our baby!”

“I love you so much too, Tommy,” You pull him in a kiss again, fully knowing that he is doing the right thing.

Taking on a responsibility that he might not be ready for but he loves you and he loves your and his baby now!

“What about your filming?” You cry more, don’t even know where the tears or sadness came from because the hardest part is gone now.

“Fuck the filming,” Tom mumbles, “I’ll bring you with me, they can’t say shit!”

“They can wait, you and our baby are way more important, love,” He includes as you nod, smiling at his sweet yet funny words.

“Now, let’s go upstairs and I’ll run you a nice hot bath,” Tom smiles, taking your hand, “How does that sound, Darling?”

“Sounds perfect,” You giggle, loving this new protective side of Tom.

🧋

You and Tom lay in the bath with lots of bubbles and very hot water.

Your lay against Tom’s chest, as he presses sweet kisses to your shoulders and neck.

“Mm, so fucking gorgeous,” Tom whispers, caressing all of your body, “Can’t believe, we are going to be having a baby,” he grins ear to ear.

“I know, Handsome, me neither,” You giggle, holding his bicep kissing it, softly.

Tom strokes your head to relax you more into the hot water noticing that you are still a tad, but too tense for his liking.

He loves you being relaxed, calm and care free because that’s the best version of yourself!

“Your going to be a great, mummy, Beautiful,” Tom can’t resist saying, sending butterflies down to your stomach or how devoted he is to you and your baby.

“Well, Mr.Holland, your going to be a great daddy,” You winked kissing his cheek.

“Well, Mrs.Holland, again, your going to be an undeniably great mummy,” Tom winked, back.

“What?” You asked shocked, “I’m not your wife,”

“Soon to be, baby,” Tom whispers, smirking as he hints he going to propose very, very soon!

“Your not close enough, love,” He pulls you even closer to him, if that’s possible kissing your lips deeply, loving the way you taste on the tip of his tongue.

“Can’t wait, to be Mrs.Holland,” You giggle, in between kisses.

“I bet,” Tom couldn’t hide his smirk, so full of himself because he loves you, and is proud of it, calling you his forever.

“My forever,” Tom whispers, kissing you on surprise.. making bubbles fly around the bathroom as you both laugh.

“My forever too, Tommy,” You smile, closing your eyes as you embrace, this blessed moment between you two.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #lovers #tom holland x pregnant!reader #tom holland angst

[softmick]

Hi Meg! 💖

84 or 86 for the fic game?

Thanks for the prompts, Calli! I went with 86. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

Oh boy, this got away from me! and went sad. What is even happening? Lol.

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Franny runs into the kitchen and wraps her arms around Debbie’s legs. She speaks with too much concern for such a small child, “Mommy? Is Uncle Ian okay?”

These days Franny notices everything, but Ian hadn’t exactly made it hard. Debbie’s face scrunches before she remembers to look reassuring. Her reply comes out weak, “Of course!” Franny considers this with a finger to her chin. Debbie tries again with a smile. “Yeah, I’m sure he is.” She isn’t really sure at all, but she remembers how it feels to believe a mom should be. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed and we’ll both tuck you in?”

Franny nods and runs up the stairs. A small win, but a win. Debbie listens to her daughter’s steps grow distant.

Ian had beelined straight to her from the door, scooping the girl up and holding her close. She had greeted him to no response. He alternated squeezing her limbs and pressing his face into her hair, taking breaks simply to stare into her curious face. Franny was patient and still for as long as she could manage. Debbie saw her start to squirm and broke up the moment.

Now Ian is on the couch alone holding Franny’s well-loved stuffed rabbit gently between his big hands.

“Ian?” Debbie whispers, sitting next to him.

He doesn’t speak, simply wraps an arm around her and presses a kiss to her head with a shaky breath into her hair. It feels so nice she could almost cry, but she doesn’t forget for a second that they don’t really do this. They’re close, not touchy-feely.

“Are you okay? Franny was asking.”

She thinks he’s nodding, but it’s hard to tell as he pulls her tighter.

“Can you tell me about it?” She asks hopefully.

He kisses her again and lets her go, but doesn’t meet her eyes.

Her heart flips against her ribs and she lets out what she hopes is a chuckle. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry, too.”

Ian swallows and looks down. He might resent the question from Lip or Fiona, but he’s Debbie’s big brother. He should ease her worries, not cause them. He doesn’t want to scare her and doesn’t know how to tell her why he’s so upset, why his heart feels so raw.

He tightens his grip on the rabbit and looks into it’s shiny plastic eyes. “It’s all so fragile, this,” he says nodding towards the stairs.

It’s felt that way in the past, but Debbie looks at her brother and feels pride. He’s still here, trying, succeeding, living. She thinks about Carl trying his hardest to follow in Ian’s footsteps and help this crazy world somehow. Liam, sweet Liam, bright and kind through it all. Things are looking up for Lip now that he’s sober… Debbie sees possibility for them all.

There’s an account in her name with enough money to keep the house warm, the water flowing. Her daughter is safe, fed, and loved undeniably. Whatever else happens and despite the desperation she may feel for a love that’s all her’s, her family is good.

“Gallaghers are pretty resilient.”

There’s truth to her words, but Ian knows intimately that they’re made of the same breakable bones and soft tissue as everyone else. He knows that there’s no way to protect any of them from the seemingly endless ways people come to the end.

“Bad day at work.”

It’s an immediate relief to her. It’s not an episode.

Debbie knows exactly what he means. Someone died, maybe multiple someones. Ian won’t say it that way though. When he says anything at all he says, “It was a bad day at work today. I lost someone, Debs.” He takes responsibility for each one and never elaborates.

“You always do your best, Ian.”

Ian hears her and forces himself to nod - slowly, twice. He knows that it’s true. At least tonight. Earlier. He did everything he possibly could. He would’ve given everything for it to have been enough.

Debbie waits, not expecting him to say anything else. She wants to offer something more, something comforting, and tries to imagine what someone older or wiser might say. The only voice she can conjure is her own.

The silence, unusual as it is, seems to have a magic of its own because Ian does speak again.

“Bad accident on 55. Lost three tonight.” He doesn’t usually need to share. He feels bad, he deals with it alone in any number of ways, he feels better. It’s a well-worn path. But right now the burden feels so heavy, the pain is so sharp, that he feels too weak to keep it inside. Maybe if he can get it out he’ll feel better and Debbie will understand what’s going on with him for once.

He sucks in a shaky breath, “Two young kids, babies, Deb.” His voice breaks at the last part and tears drop thickly.

He wonders what they thought about in their final moments. If they were scared, if they knew they didn’t deserve it. If they knew, the way all kids should know, that they meant the world to someone. That someone cared. All the responders had tried so hard to make those last moments as gentle as possible. They had held little hands, whispered words they hoped were soothing.

Debbie aches. She has enough grief to last a lifetime and so does Ian. They don’t deserve more. It isn’t fair. If she could stop him from hurting she would. She leans into him.

It’s her worst nightmare, something happening to Franny, to Liam. To any of them. For them to die not knowing how fucking grateful she is to have them in her life, not knowing how much she loves them. For her to die before she gets the chance to tell them all. She does her best to show Franny every day, but none of her siblings communicate as well as they should. She worries the message gets lost. They’re close, not intimate. It’s not the kind of thing they talk about.

"We’re safe. You’re safe.” She pauses as he sniffles loudly. Then she tells him what she’d like to hear. “Fran’s safe and she adores you. She knows you love her, okay? We all do. You’re a good person, Ian.”

She doesn’t know if it’s enough, if he can feel the weight behind her words. But she’s sure. In this moment, right here, she’s confident she’s right.

She squeezes his shoulder and stands. It won’t help anything if she starts crying. “Lets go say goodnight, huh? You can read us a story.”

“Up in a minute.”

Ian never knows what will happen when he opens up which is why he mostly doesn’t. But maybe he’s just tried the wrong siblings. Somehow Debbie cut to the root, excised some of the pain. Helped him. He turns out the lights and heads upstairs, rabbit still in hand. With each step he feels a bit lighter, a little younger. How many times has he made this trek, to put little Gallaghers to bed? Debbie, even. And now her daughter. A lot, he thinks, but never enough.

#hi #fic prompt #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #franny gallagher #fic #mine #i hardly ever edit cause i get tired of re-reading. so hopefully even if it's not well-written the vibes are doing something.

[amandagardendee]

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARENT INTO BIRTH/LABOUR!

Been a while, huh? Been watching a lot of RDR1 and RDR2 content and just generally really been into cowboys recently. So, plot essentially is a cowboy and his pregnant, overdue wife live on a farm. The wife is still determined to do farm work while her husband is away, her water breaks in while shes trying to feed the animals in the barn and she goes into labour while her husband is away. So anyways, enjoy! Character names are: Josie, the pregnant wife. Theo, cowboy/husbands name.

Theo had a rather stubborn woman for a wife. It’s what drew him to her in the first place. She got smashed at a saloon and refused to let him take her home which, too an extent, he could understand: men loved to take advantage of women in his time, especially a rugged looking man like him. It wasn’t until she projectile vomited and looked into his warm brown eyes that she let him take her home. They laughed, they cried, and they kissed that entire ride home. Their love only grew, and now they were married, owned a farm, and were expecting they’re first child.

“You shure you’ll be all right?” The rugged cowboy asked his poor, very pregnant wife. His brown eyes were wide and full of worry as he placed his large, calloused hands on her belly. Josie softly exhaled, her hands pressed deeply into her aching back. This pregnancy had been taking its toll on her, but she was far to stubborn to acknowledge it or burden her wonderful Theo. He was already doing so much for her. Built an entire nursery for her and the baby: why shouldn’t she be able to help, just because she’s heavily pregnant and heavily overdue?

“Theo, it’s fine. I’m not going anywhere.” The black haired woman, with her hair tied back in a long braid down in the middle of her back said as she cupped her husband’s scruffy jawline and gave his chapped lips a soft kiss. Oh, how could he deny her when she looked so beautiful? Carrying his child, giving him a family…

Hesitantly, he smiled and put his hat on, getting on his horse and waving to her before heading into town for some groceries. Josie sighed as she watched her husband slowly get smaller and smaller before he disappeared over the hills. She grunted softly as she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. “Uff… probably nothing.”

She shook her head and waddled out of the house and too the barn, grabbing a pale and filling it with feed as she entered the old barn, whose red paint had all but faded. The smell of hay, grass, and animals filled her nose.

The sheep softly bleated in their pen, excited to be fed as the woman slowly moved over to the feeder, struggling to lift the pale to pour it into the feeder.

“There we- AH!” She ubruptly dropped the pale halfway through filling the feeder, spilling feed over the ground. Josie stumbled back, her legs spreading ever so slightly as she clutched her belly. “Huff… huff… ohh… AGH!” She let out a yelp as a mixture of blood and water shot out of her, soaking her panties and her long skirt. Horrified at the clear stain on her skirt, she looked out the barn doors thet revealed the long horizon and far down the road, the small town her husband was currently at. She let out a small whimper as she gripped her skirt tightly and lifted it, revealing the puddle under her. Another pain tore through her as tears began to well in her eyes: not from pain, but from fear and panic. Would she have to give birth without a doctor? Without Theo? Would he miss this precious moment he waited for 9 months to see??

“Nngh! No, no, no…” The poor woman hunched over, something heavy making its way through her belly to her pelvic region. She looked up frantically, sweat dripping down her face as she noticed a small corner at the end of the barn that was stuffed with hay straws. At least it’d be soft enough for her to give birth in. Very slowly and painfully, the desperate Josie waddled her way over to the small corner, ragged breaths escaping her as soft tears fell down her cheeks. She practically collapsed into the hay, spreading her legs as she pulled her skirt all the way up. “Mmphhh… hhh… *sob* Please, no… He has to be here. I can- NNGH! h-huh—hold it in…” She desperately cried as she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the weight in her pelvis grow.

An hour had passed as Josie’s cries could be hear over the animals and all across the farm. She found herself tearing her nails into her skirt and practically screaming as she attempted to hold back pushing until Theo got home. But life waits for no one. Her babies head pressed itself against her fully dilated slit, attempting to escape her womb. “No! No, no, no- AGHH! P-Please, no… he has to be here, d-dammit-“ She held her hand over her pussy, pressing down hard and gritting her teeth as she squeezed her thighs together, not wanting this baby to come out. “Theo, please…” She raised her eyes to heaven and sobbed, wanting nothing more than for her loving husband to come home.

The cowboy muttered a thanks to the store owner as he took the vegetables in his satchel and headed to his horse, completely unknowing of what his poor wife was going through home. Whistling, he slugged the satchel over his shoulders and rode all the way home.

The lovely and nostalgic look of his farm was just in view as he sped his horse up, unable to control his smile as the farm got bigger in his view. How he couldn’t wait to see his beautiful wife away. He stopped his horse at the front of the house, tying the stallion up to the post before entering the house…

“Josie, darlin’! I got us dinner!” Silence. His stomach dropped and he felt his chest tighten. “Josie?” The confused Theo walked around the empty house, the only sound heard being his boots clicking against the wooden floors. She wasn’t in their bedroom. Wasn’t in the kitchen. Wasn’t in the living room. The tightness in his chest grew as he walked outside, his brows furrowed and his eyes sharp as he looked around the entire farm for his wife.

“AAGHHHH!” A loud scream that practically shook the ground could be heard in the direction of the barn. The cowboys eyes went wide, his heart pounded. “JOSIE!” He cried, his boots bounding across the dirt as he rushed to the barn. Sobs and grunts could be heard from the very end of the barn where he saw two bare legs sticking out from behind one of the stalls. He could recognize those beautiful heels anywhere: after all, they were a wedding gift for Josie. He kicked up some hay as he ran over to his wife. He found himself standing over the labouring woman, panting, his brown eyes wide as they welled with tears upon the sight of her.

Her once tight and neat braid was now lose and messy. Her lovely face was strained with pain. Strands of her hair stuck to her face as sweat dripped from her forehead. Her bright, blue eyes once filled with love were now filled with pain and relief as she gazed up at her husband, letting out a sob as she attempted to smile at him.

“Christ…” The cowboy wrasped as he dropped to his knees and took his poor wife in his large arms, peppering her face and hair with kisses as his strong hands held her aching back. “Theo…” she cried into his blonde hair, gripping his shirt tightly as her legs trembled. “Oh, Josie- Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m here, it’s me. I- Wh-When did this happen??” He cupped her face as she let out a gasp and a soft grunt. “A-A hour and- mph! a half ago… I-It hurts- I didn’t- ghh! Didn’t want to- have this baby- ngh! without you- Theo…!” She practically forced the words out as she sobbed and rolled her head back, kicking her legs and squirming as she let out another strained yell. The cowboy looked horrified to see his Josie in so much pain. He quickly scrambled to her legs, forcing them apart and nestling himself between them as he took his blue shirt off and placed it underneath Josie. “Okay, okay… Josie, I need you to push for me. Yer fully dialated, so just—“ He was interrupted by Josie screaming again and the head quickly becoming visible between her flaps. “Slow down, darlin’, slow down!” He exclaimed, quickly taking her hand in his as she continued to scream and push. He cupped his free hand over the head and gently pressed, keeping it in place and causing excruciating pain for his wife. “PLEASE- GHHH! L-Let me push!” She writhed on the hay, desperate for relief from the pain. The cowboy grimaced at the sight and wiped away his tears. “I know it hurt, baby, but I can’t have you tear. Slow pushes, okay? Short breaths. It’s okay, yer having our baby…” His voice broke with emotion as he removed his hand from her cunt, using it to stroke her trembling thigh and soothe her, pressing soft kisses to her pale skin. The woman panted before lifting herself up and pushing softly, gripping her husbands hand tightly as the babies head began to come out, slower this time. She stopped pushing to gasp, letting out a torn sob as she looked at her husband with desperation. He struggled to contain his emotions and she crawled over to her side, embracing her as she wrapped her arms around him and gripped his shirt tightly, sobbing and moaning into his chest.

“S’okay, s’okay… yer so close, Josie. Can you give me another little push?” He placed his hand over her heaving stomach as he felt her tense again and begin to gently push. “Good girl, doin’ so good… Lord—“ He muttered against her black hair, letting the tears start to fall as he held his very vulnerable wife like this. Never had he imagined this would be how they had their firstborn: covered in hay, alone in a barn, with the animals and God as their witnesses.

“Theo… Theo!” Josie got increasingly agitated as she felt the head begin to crown, slipping her hand down between her thighs as she held her husband tighter. “I gotchya, I gotchya- little pushes, baby. You’re doin’ so good…” She gasped and let out a short scream as more fluids gushed out of her and the head popped out. She let out a cry of relief as she burried her face further into her husband’s chest as he sat up to look over her belly at the progess she was making. More tears fell down his cheeks as he helped his wife sit up so she could see her progress. “Look what yer doing… see? You’re having our baby.” She sighed and gave Theo a tearful look as he kissed her cheek. “Sh-Shoulders…” She grunted, pulling her leg back as she began to push again. “Atta girl, that’s it… beautiful, Josie! My God…” He watched with his wife as she screamed again, the shoulders twisting and finally coming out of her, along with the rest of their baby. “It’s out! It’s out, Josie!” The cowboy cried with joy as he wife fell back into the hay, exhausted. Theo quickly scooped up their pale, bloodied and wet child into his shirt he had placed on the ground. The newborn began to scream and wail, which relieved the both of them. “A boy, Josie.” He sobbed with joy as he took out his knife and meticulously cut the cord, swaddling their newborn son in his shirt as he layed back on the hay and placed their son on his wife’s chest. Her tired eyes landed on the baby ontop of her as she weakly lifted her arms and held him. “Hi, baby… Oh, Theo…”Some more sobs escaped her as her wonderful husband embraced both his son and wife, all of them crying, in this barn.

#birthing kink #giving birth #cowboy #idk wtf im doing my friend is gonna see this and idk how to explain this to her wtv fuck my life

[elly99]

us without me II: watermelon

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 2 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged.

Home after the last day of school before summer break. She wanted to stay with you for a while before heading home herself.

“Isn’t it crazy? We just have one year left after this one. Then that’s it,” she declares, chocolate bar in hand.

“Yeah. It’s kinda scary, actually. I still have no idea what I’m doing with my life. At least you have some sort of plan.”

“Well, I don’t know when I’m gonna debut. Or if I even will. The plan’s not up to me.” She tosses you a chocolate bar of your own.

“Oh, come on. Of course you will,” you say, catching the sweet. “How many of these did you buy, bro?”

“Mmm, you know. Enough. Enough for the both of us.”

“Well, it’s mostly for you. You’re a ravenous bear when it comes to these.”

She temporarily drops her snack just to form bear ears with her hands and puts them over her head.

“Minji, what are you doing?”

“Just practicing.”

“Practicing what?”

“Being cute. Sometimes idols are asked to do this kinda thing, right?”

“Ughhh.” You stand up and turn your back to her. “I’m gonna get some water.”

As soon as you leave the room and close the door you curse under your breath and swing your fists in the air. Clearly she didn’t need any practice. It takes a minute for you to calm down. Then you head to the kitchen to pour a glass for her and yourself before returning to your room.

“Mia.”

“Minji,” you respond, still struggling to keep a straight face.

“You wanna go to Busan with us?”

“Who’s 'us'?”

“Me and my family. It might be the last big vacation we have all together for a while. I’m probably moving out next year and oppa’s starting his military service soon.”

“Then you should spend time with them! I don’t wanna get in the way.”

“But it wouldn’t be complete without you. I’ll miss you.”

You felt your chest constricting. She said those words often but the context was different this time. Summer was an opportunity to forget about school and everything related to it. An escape from daily routines. And you were her daily routine. You and school went hand in hand. So the thought of her still missing you outside of that bubble, wanting you to be a part of her own world, with her family - it hit you hard. It fed your delusion.

“Aren’t you sick of me yet? We see each other everyday. I’ll just remind you of school.”

“Quite the opposite, Mia. I’m tired of school and I want to spend more time with you without having it on my mind. I wanna be more than just friends-”

Your heart stopped.

“-at school, you know?”

Oh. Right.

“Like, sure, we’ve spent time together outside of school but we haven’t really gone on a big trip like this one. I’d love it if you came along. Please.”

She pouts and you reply quickly before she has a chance to do those bear ears again.

“Yeah. I get that. But still, this is your family time. I don’t wanna be a burden. Plus I’ll be super awkward.”

“You’ll be fine! You’ve spent lots of time at my place with them around. You know they all love you, right?”

“I don’t know…”

“They do. Trust me.”

In that moment something possesses you to ask, “What about you, Min? Do you love me?”

“Um, no. I’m inviting you for no reason.”

She tosses another chocolate bar at you.

“I haven’t even finished the first one.”

With that perfect smile of hers she asks, “Why do you think I’m already giving you a second one, Mimi?”

-

The house was huge. Four rooms with balconies that overlooked the beach. And you were sharing one with her.

“This still feels so weird, man. Are they paying extra just for me to be here?”

“We would’ve gotten four rooms anyway. Stop worrying about it, Mia. Everyone wants you to be here. Not just me. Ok?”

“Ok.”

She wanted you here. You already knew that. But in your head you made it more significant than it ever should have been.

“You wanna go get some snacks at the supermarket? We can finish unpacking later.”

“Sounds good.”

She grabs your hand and pulls you off the bed. You knew she was trying to reassure you that you weren’t a burden. And it was sweet, her taking your hand. But she had no idea what it did to you.

At the front door, her hand still tugging yours along, she calls out to her mom. “엄마! 바닷가좀 다녀올게!”

“어!” you hear from upstairs before the door shuts.

“Wait, beach? I thought we were getting snacks.”

“But we have to walk along the beach to get there, silly,” she says, leading you down the stairs to the sand.

“Right.”

“You know, you’re really smart but sometimes… bro…”

“Hey!” You start laughing. “You could’ve just told her we were going to the supermarket!”

“She doesn’t have to know we’ll be bringing watermelons home.”

“Huh? Watermelons plural? Is that your definition of a snack?”

“Yeah and you better help me carry them.”

But you were already struggling with the weight of her hand.

- 

“Hey, we should take some pictures here! It’s really pretty.” She finally lets go of your hand to take out her phone.

“I’m really bad at taking pictures.”

“No, you’re not!

“The pictures I take are only pretty because they have you in it.”

“에이. What’s with the flirting, Mia?”

“Sorry.”

Sorry.

“But you didn’t deny it.”

“No!” She laughs. “You do take nice pictures! With or without me.”

“Liar. Just say you think you’re pretty already.”

As her laugh fades into a subtle smile, she puts her fingers on the corners of her mouth and waits for you to take a picture that would be burned into your mind forever.

The sea the color of the sky, her hair the color of her eyes, her shirt the color of watermelon.

-

“제가 설거지를 할게요,” you offer as soon as everyone finishes their meal.

“도와줄게,” Minji quickly adds.

Her family, though initially hesitant about making their guest do the washing up, agrees and thanks you. They head to their respective rooms and wind down for the night.

“I always get shy speaking Korean around you.”

As you work at the pile in the sink she helps by bringing the rest of the dirty dishes from the table to you.

“Why? You’re really good, bro. You kept up with the conversation over dinner really well!”

“But I fumble too much and I sound so awkward.”

“Mia, it’s your third language! Give yourself some credit. And give me that sponge. It’s my turn.”

She takes it from your still soapy hands and the brief contact conjures images of doing this with her everyday in a place of your own. You rinse those thoughts away, as you do your hands, before they can overwhelm you.

“I’ll try.”

“You know what else you can try? Slicing those watermelons.”

“No way we can finish both, Min. Especially not after just having dinner.”

“Fine. Just one. And be careful with the knife.”

“Yes, mom.”

“I’m serious, bro!”

Why were you surprised that she cared so much about you? Maybe because sometimes she made your heart feel like the watermelon you just cut straight through.

-

The ocean breeze blows through your hair. In the distance you hear the soft, steady rhythm of the waves breaking on the shore.

“Hey, thanks for offering to do the dishes, by the way. I can tell they appreciated it.”

“Of course! It was the least I could do. They’ve been so kind to me.”

“That’s cuz they love you, like I said. They know what you mean to me.”

“And what do I mean to you, bro?” you ask in a playful tone to mask the desperation behind that question.

“Flirting again, huh?” She laughs and takes a bite before continuing. “You know watermelon is my favorite fruit, right?”

You nod, confused.

“Well, you’re the only person I don’t mind sharing it with.”

“Who’s the one flirting now?” you retort, on the verge of tears.

She doesn’t reply. Instead she takes a small piece of watermelon and feeds it to you. As if her words weren’t painful enough on their own.

“It’s on a night like this that I’d wanna just drive.” She takes one last bite and leaves the rest for you. “I promise when I get my driver’s license you’ll be the first one I’ll drive,” she says, still chewing.

“You already drive me crazy,” is what you would have said had you had something to drink. But the only thing you had to get high off was watermelon sugar. And the fantasy of being with her. “You promise?”

“Yeah!” she says a little louder than before as she stands up and rests her arms on the balcony railing.

“Where would we go?”

“Anywhere. Nowhere. Just drive.”

Silence as you both stare out into the distance. You imagine the car. Her hands on the wheel. Her indifference. Your longing as you watch her while she watches the road.

“Why me?” you ask quietly, getting up from your chair to stand next to her.

“What do you mean, Mimi?”

You let out a weak laugh in response.

“You’re being silly again. Who else would I take?”

You don’t want that question answered. You don’t want to imagine anyone else. Instead, you hold on to her words like forbidden fruit. You hold on to the delusion that she chose you for her first drive for the same reason you would choose her. There was comfort in the ambiguity of it all. And also so much pain. So you just smile and look up at the clouds. She does the same.

In your mind you see that picture again. The sea the color of the sky. Her eyes the color of the coming night. Her lips the color of the sunset - the color of watermelon.

You stayed shoulder to shoulder as you watched the stars come out. This close she was brighter than every one of them combined. And more beautiful. Still you wanted her even closer. But you knew she would never be close enough.

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

[jesuisici33]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut <3 some more vampire!buck feat. taylor kelly!

For once, Buck is glad he doesn’t need to pick up Christopher immediately after school. Instead it’s Chris’ time with Carla for a few hours before Buck needs to go back to the Diaz household and take care of him tonight. 

It’s not that he doesn’t love Chris – he does with all his undead heart. More than Buck learns to realize. It’s just hard to look at Chris’ smiling face while he’s in Eddie’s house and Eddie’s not there. Hard to pretend to stay positive for his kid while not knowing how Eddie is doing in that hospital and he can’t visit him until he wakes up. 

A little break in his loft where he doesn’t have to fake a smile is a nice relief.

He’s in the middle of taking off the stupid bullet vest when there’s a knock at his place. He must’ve been so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear the heartbeat now assaulting his ears from behind his front door. When he opens the door, he’s met with Taylor’s sympathetic face as she asks to come in.

“I wanted to see how you were doing since…everything.”

Buck could lie to her, however he’s been lying so much to everyone lately, it would be nice to be truly honest with someone. “I hate this. Bobby had to take my phone away because I kept waiting for Ana to tell me that he’s awake.” 

Something flashes across Taylor’s face. If Buck is paying full attention, he might have been able to identify it. “I’m sorry, Buck. Are there any leads to who the sniper might be?” 

He shakes his head. “I keep being told they’re working on it as fast as possible but-” Buck yawns, the day, the weeks, catching up to him. He’s barely had any blood since the shooting. Bobby noticed. In the morning he slides Buck’s preferred water bottle full of bagged blood towards him for breakfast. Then again during lunch and dinner when Buck can only manage a couple gulps. It’s only enough to get him through a couple days, yet not sustainable. Eventually Buck knows he’ll have to truly feed. Yet the idea of it brings up memories of Eddie’s splattered blood on his tongue, and Buck can’t do it. 

The yawn causes Taylor to raise her eyebrows. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you yawn before. Are you sure you’re okay?” She grabs his face to get a better look at him. That’s when she notices his dark circles under the eyes, his more hollow cheeks, and his paler face. He rolls his eyes when she gasps in realization. “When was the last time you fed, Buck?”

“Taylor, it’s not that big of a deal-” She leaves him to go to his kitchen “-really, I’m fine-” he stops when he smells her blood. Glancing quickly over at her, she’s smirking triumphantly with a knife in one hand and a cut on her other wrist. Walking towards him, she offers her bloody wrist to him, her expression granting no argument to refuse.

“Drink.” 

Taking her wrist, he hesitates before bringing it to her lips. Already he can feel his fangs out. Licking his tongue along the trail of blood, he tests it out. AB negative. He can remember the last time he’s had blood from someone who is AB negative. It was so long ago, he made himself slow down in drinking it so he can savor it. The flavor so sweet, almost addictive he wanted to keep  that taste on his tongue for hours after he was done. 

Taylor Kelly might just be his new favorite addiction after this. 

Sinking his teeth in her wrist, he moans as her blood hits that back of his mouth. “That’s it, that’s a good boy. Drink as much as you need.” Buck whines at the praise she gives him. He could go on forever, except he knows he can’t. As much as he wants to keep going, Buck only takes enough that’s the equivalent of a blood donation. When he looks in Taylor’s eyes, they’re slightly glassy from the blood loss. Along with something else there. Despite Buck being the predator, he feels like he’s the prey in this scenario as he keeps staring in those eyes.

“Thanks. I think I have some food for you to help with the blood loss-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Taylor starts to leave when she turns back around. “Hey. If you ever need to feed again, you have my number.”

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[radio-to-trenchcoat-demons]

Ghost Stories Update

    The Locals: “J”

Man, William is too good. He’s got that fiery temper, the kind of guy who works for what he wants and then does your work for you. I had come to check in on him, apparently startling him in the process. “So?,” He says impatiently, “What do you want?” I had my bag of supplies in tow, ready to get the place spotless. “Just checking in mi amigo. It’s a pretty big house.” I say carefully. He’s like a stick of TNT ready to go off, but that’s kinda a bonus of working with him already. 

“Well, amigo, I’m fine, no need to concern yourself.” I can see him looking at my bag. “Did you really need all that?” I pretend to look appalled. I scoff, “Uh, yeah! Do you see how big this estate is?! No way a bottle of spray and a roll of paper towel is cleaning it all.” I say, pretending to be affected by his words. He exasperatedly turns to whatever he’s cleaning, fed up with my shit already.

When he stands up to move to a desk near him, the jack of his headphones unplug and unleash the music he’s listening to. Nervously, he fumbles to insert the headphones back into his phone. “Hey, was that Los Campesinos? ‘You!Me!Dancing!’?” I was surprised to have a similar music taste with a stranger. “U-Uh, yeah.” He stutters, flustered. I smile. “That’s cool. I love that band.” I’m trying to start a conversation here, kindle a fire if I may. 

He loosens up a bit, I see it in his shoulders, and breathes out, “Yeah, they're cool.” Damn it! Mans not even starting this ‘fire’, he’s full on pouring a bucket of water on it! Way to dampen the already soggy situation man…But he continues, “What’s your favorite band?” JAJA, there we go!! “Man, gotta be Lovejoy…but also Nirvana, Half Alive, ACDC, I’ve got so many bands and artists…Did you hear that Normal People Things just got released?” 

His eyes light up, but his facial expression remains the same. “Really? Is it any good?” He roughly scrubs the handles of a desk drawer. “Man,” I look him dead ass in the eyes, “More than good. Wanna listen?” I gesture my headphones to him.  He hesitates. “They don’t bite, maybe…” I joke. He glares at me but accepts the headphones, giving me his. “I don’t know how much you listen to Portuguese

or Spanish music but…It’s just something I like.” He gently puts on my black headphones as I slide his earbuds into my ears. Smooth accordion and a woman's voice fills my ears. I understand bit’s here and there, It’s beautiful. I look at William, him clearly bopping his head to the song. It’s kinda cute. 

I call over his song, “This is beautiful!”. He takes out one side of the headphone. “It 's called Última Dança.” He says to me, smiling from ear to ear. He has fully loosened up now, things won’t be as boring now. “Not usually my genre of music, but I will admit, It’s nice.” He smiles, “Yeah, the release is great, too!” He hands my headphones back to me. I realized I still had his in my hands. I give them to him, noticing the bright colors on them.

“Huh, awfully colorful.” He pulls them away quickly, probably embarrassed. “Yeah, whatever…” He turns back to the desk he was cleaning, disgruntled for whatever reason. And then it’s back to dull silence. Wow, so much for a fire.

An hour later, and we’re still cleaning in this nasty, uncomfortable tension that’s been created. I glance at him, looking as he struggles to keep his hair out of his face. I need to break this damn silence. I saunter over to him, taking my own elastic out of my hair. “Here,” I hand the elastic to him. He tosses his head up, his hair everywhere. “Oh, thanks.” He takes it but he clearly doesn’t know how to use one. “Here, lemme help you.” I take the elastic back and begin to gently tuck his hair behind his ears, tying it neatly in a bun. 

“Better?” He shakes his head to test the elastic. “Wow, yeah, thanks.” He looks at me and laughs, “But yours is everywhere now!” Indeed it was, sticking up all over the place. For a mexican, I had some curly ass hair. He lightly runs his fingers through it. “It’s so soft…” He then realizes how close he is to my face. “Wow, I’m sorry. I should have asked.” He jerks his hand away. “You’re good man, I don’t care. Half the girls at school would just play with it, I honestly don’t know what they see.” I quip. 

tagging:@thinkingaboutctommy@paldeanbooper (my writer buddy:@wiblursaystuff) @vibestillaxxx@gay-mooshrooms@colleenispunk@wormsinsdirt (another writer buddy:@teagica)

#al was here! #hector estaba aqui! #Ghost Stories #al writes... #hector escribes...

[xanadontit]

My friend D really wants me and E (aka Beloved Uncle E to her toddler) to come up to visit their new house, ideally for an overnight, and theoretically this would be fine. I enjoy her company and the kids are great and we can take them to the park or just hang out. Whatever works, and I know toddlers and babies aren’t predictable so I’m willing to go with the flow as far as plans. 

But I’m not sure I will be able to resist lunging at her husband or shoving his pitching wedge up his ass if he doesn’t get his shit together.

A refresher: they have a 3.5 year-old (the toddler who adores E lol) and a five month old baby girl (who is being breastfed as much as D can, with some pumping and regular formula). They just moved about 2 hours from here, the couple is both WFH, and the kids are in daycare. It’s been a lot of change in the span of 5 months! But all things they discussed at length and part of The Plan.

On Sunday D wasn’t feeling so hot and turns out she had a fever; this is after a few days of being primary caregiver for the baby who had an ear infection which came on the heels of toddler bringing home some kind of day care funk. D managed to convince her husband she needed some rest and he’d need to mind the kids once she showed him the thermometer which...wtf. He regularly naps and leaves her to entertain both children and doesn’t even have the decency to say “since I got rest I’ll do dinner or bath” or something useful. 

Yesterday she was feeling better, nursing the baby, and asked her husband who was getting himself some water in the kitchen if he could prep a bottle (it’s not unusual for her to “top off” the baby with some formula after a nursing session). Dude freaked out about how frustrating it’s been to have to hold her hand through this post partum time and that he’s struggling with how she can’t seem to manage both kids. Please bear in mind that he was not on his way out the door to perform life saving brain surgery, and it was a request along the lines of “since you’re up, can you do this when you’re done with your thing, please?” All the supplies to make a bottle were at his fingertips. Truly some bare minimum shit. Also, she managed both kids during her maternity leave and he has yet to be alone with both of his children. So who’s not managing what now?

Why wouldn’t you want to hold your partner’s (metaphorical) hand after she had your child? Why wouldn’t you want to be part of making sure your children are fed? What is going through this person’s head?

I know E and I have it pretty easy: no kids, we’re both able to manage our own stuff, and we have a division of labor that works for us for the most part. I’m trying to imagine a life where one of us is struggling and the other person’s response is “this is annoying and I wish you were more fun.” Like what if when E’s dad died I said “your crying is really bumming me out - could you please get happy?” What in the Cluster B Personality Disorder is that? Sometimes I get scared that if we had a child things would be different between us, given how many women say “I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought we were partners.”*

I love my friend dearly and want to support her but it’s getting harder not to say “leave him - you’ll be fine and he’ll be back to eating In N Out for dinner every day” even though it’s absolutely true.

*This is from hetero couples, I’ll acknowledge that. 

[niuniente]

I noticed you mentioned in another post that in Finland you celebrate a holiday called Kekri. I was wondering what kind of celebration that is (I’m American, I apologize😅).

Kekri is original Finnish New Year. This is what Taivaannaula organization, which tries to keep old traditions alive, tells about Kekri (translation by me):

Kekri (also known as köyri, köyry, keyri ja keuri) was the biggest celebration of the year. It names comes from Finn-Ugric word kekraj meaning a wheel or a cycle. Kekri was the last day of the harvest season and the first day of the new year. Field work has been completed bt Kekri and cattle had returned in their winter shelters from outdoors. It was time to enjoy the harvest, prepare the good luck and fertility for the nest year, and remember the passed loved ones and ancestors. Many Kekri traditions have moved to Christmas celebrations in modern day Finland.

Kekri was celebrated on 1st of November. Magic was strongly present in form of spells in Kekri. The spells were used to secure good harvest for next year, to protect cattle, sheep and horses. Main part of Kekri celebration was a sacrificial sheep because meat was available very rarely. The sheep was sacrificed at night for the many Guardians of Animals, and the sheep's bones were taken for example to sheep's shed for good luck. On Kekri, all animals were fed with the best possible food and the master of each household fed his own horses instead of servants.

Everyone aimed to finish their daily tasks as early as possible on Kekri day. The household needed to wake up really early to warm up the house which promised that the next year would be lively. The person who woke up the last was called "köyri". In the early morning women prepared flat bread, meat, fish, viili sour thick yogurt, milk and talkkuna (finely milled flour mixture). Later on the day a stew was made from potatoes, meat and sausage. During the day people took small taste sips from booze and beer made just for Kekri. All Kekri food was first taken to haltijas (haltija: a residing spirit of a certain place), to the sacred tree and to the sacred stone. Only after this were people allowed to eat.

During Kekri everyone should be offered food, no matter where they your own family, neighbors or strangers. In some areas, Kekri was a celebration meant only for the household and no outsiders were welcomed. However, being generous blessed the house with good luck. The food has to be eaten 9 times during the day and it had to be left on the table. To make sure the crops would grow well next year, the master of the house had to slowly get drunk during the day. However, the person who would sow the crops was not allowed to get drunk, otherwise the crops wouldn't grow next year because of the bad luck.

During Kekri, children dressed up in Köyrimörkö monsters and went from house to house. The scarier version of this was Köyripukki monsters, grown up men dressed up in animal hides turned upside down. They demanded food and booze from households. If they were denied their requests, the Köyripukki would start to break the house's oven. The peace was usually always found and the visitors would entertain the household with games and dances.

Ancestors were on the move in Kekri. Sauna with warm water, vasta birch branches, soap and towels was warmed and prepared for the spirits (including the spirits living in forests and houses). When the spirit had bathed, the people were allowed to bathe. As the people bathed, a table full of food was left for the spirits so that they could eat in peace while the people were in sauna.

Here are people from Taivaannaula organization enjoying this year's Kekri dinner, a bit early. There's an altar for ancestors with sacrifices for them, too.

#ask niu #kekri #finland #meanwhile in finland #finnish folklore

[minkkumaz]

YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO FEEL UNLOVED

there used to be so much love there, just two people completely infatuated with one another. you've been through so much with haemin, and you thought maybe he'd fight for your relationship. but even after all this hurt part of you still loved him.

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.0k TAGS lovers to exes. angst. growing apart. asshole haemin. somewhat a timeline of denial to acceptance. miscommunication. OMI NOTE another little something for my @woonhakist because i love writing for her. except unlike prince sungho it's actually angst. sorry sungho ur getting booted out of this. this has been in my drafts for about a month but now i'm motivated to get it done for u hehe. i hope you like. ^_^ (inspired by just me by rin)

the skys were clouded with pillows of dark gray. it had been rainy recently, the smell of wet pavement becoming more distinguishable as it continued. you wanted to assume that maybe it was his fault. the reason behind why your days were always so dark.

it was common to fear the unknown. being innocently unaware of what was going on behind the scenes was slowly eating at your insides; making you feel as if you were the dead carcass of a street animal, being fed on by rats.

things were different recently, he was different. haemin was going out more than usual, a breath of fresh air in comparison to the introverted persona you were used to. despite your worries, he convince you that you didn’t need to know where he was all the time.

“i’m just hanging out with kyungmin and a few other friends. do you have to be so worried?” he groaned.

“it’s not like that, haem! i just got curious…”

shouldn’t you be glad? that feeling of relief knowing he was blooming into a person that could celebrate with others. it was growth, but not in the way you expected. more or less, he was growing into someone unrecognizable.

phone dials were met with an empty line. and even when he did answer, he ended the call with a simple ‘bye’ and not ‘i love you more.’

still, you loved him to the moon and back. every couple went through a rough patch, you understood that when you agreed to be with him. though it was difficult to convince yourself you were content with how things were playing out.

often you took long walks to distract yourself from the unread text messages. it was this time at noon that was most gloomy. your umbrella collected droplets of water, dripping down the side to barely avoid you.

you saw couples on the streets, holding hands happily. they took photos together and shared hot drinks with eachother to battle the slight cold. you envied them.

because in your head, that position seemed almost unreachable. he was so far away from you, farther than you could even realize. what used to be something special between your heart and his wasn’t recognizable.

that day, you stopped going on walks. everything reminded you of the boy that was falling out of love. you came home quickly, trying to outrun your own thoughts. the bronze plate with your apartment number came into view as you dug through your bag to get the keys.

fumbling with the lock for a second, you finally open up to your home. immediately your gaze lands on an extra pair of shoes by the door, making your heart skip a beat slightly. tugging off your own, you set down your umbrella in a corner to dry.

when walking farther into the house, you see haemin sitting comfortably on the couch. he looked busy on his cell phone, paying almost no mind to your presence.

“haem! i didn’t know you would be home, where were you?” you smile fondly, letting yourself sit next to him.

“oh. i was just out for a bit.” he barley acknowledged your existence, angling his phone slightly away from your view. you noticed this, but said nothing.

“did you have fun? it was pretty rainy out today so i hope you weren’t cold.”

“yeah, it was fine.”

“that’s good! did you eat while you were out? i can always make us something for dinner, though i do need to get some groceries–”

“are you done with your questions?” he said bitterly, setting down the device to look at you.

“i’m sorry haem, we just haven’t spoken in awhile and i wanted to see how your day was.” you said in a whisper.

“don’t be so clingy, y/n. we see eachother everyday.” he tells you.

“oh. you’re right, i don’t know why i was being so silly.”

“mhm.” he mumbles under his breath before getting up from his seat towards the bathroom. 

after the door shut behind him, the pit at the bottom of your stomach grew deeper. this wasn’t like him at all. the excitement that would underlie his stoic demeanor because all the love he had for you was overflowing disappeared. could you even call it love when you didn’t exactly know what it was?

every romantic word hes ever told you felt meaningless; what happened to ‘you’re so pretty, y/n. you’re so sweet?’

you could hear haemin’s muffled voice from down the hall, before movement of caps and containers echoed the bathroom walls. it sounded like he was on a call with somebody. he came out soon after, shaking the remaining drops of water off of his clean hands. 

“i’m going out.” he calls out to you before pulling his coat off the rack.

“wait! didn’t you just go out? i can go with you if you’d like!”

“no, i’ll be out late and i know you get agitated if you’re in public for too long.”

“can’t you just stay in for a little then? what about a movie night like we always used to have?” you rushed over to him, desperate to spend any sort of time together, “i just miss you haem..”

“did anything i say get into your head? you don’t need to so clingy, i’m just going out with a couple friends.”

“haemin…” you reached out to his hand, fingertips barely getting the chance to touch him before he was pulling away like you were the plague.

“god. i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i just want to live without you bothering me constantly!” he complains, sliding both of his shoes on forcefully.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you furrow your eyebrows worriedly.

“it means that i’m having a hard time pretending like i haven’t fallen out of love with you.” he sighs, “just give it a break, y/n. you knew were never going to last."

it felt like your world was collapsing around you. there was a confused look on his face as you stood there silently, trying not to cry. you wondered what it felt like to die, and if it felt anything like this.

they say your life flashes before your eyes, yet all that flashed was memories of what you and haemin used to be. you felt stupid to think that maybe it was salvageable, but the sorry truth hurt much more than this ill fantasy.

“but you promised me. you promised me that we would work through everything together, haem. was that a lie?” you choked.

“i wouldn’t make an empty promise like that, don’t twist my words.” he muttered.

“i’m not twisting anything! when you first confessed to me you said so many sweet things and promised to always–”

“i said give it up. that was almost a year ago, okay? you can’t expect me to keep a promise like that for so long.”

“are you serious right now haemin? after all that we’ve been through?” you uttered with a hurt tone.

“i cared about you, okay? but i can’t handle this anymore.”

“you’re my first boyfriend, i– i can’t let you go without at least talking first!” your words came out as a broken sob, but haemin only looked at you with disgust.

“and you were my worst.” he scoffed, “i can’t be with someone who isn’t mature enough to understand when i need time away.”

“but–”

“don’t even look at me right now, y/n.. i don’t want to hear you speak. i’ll come back and get my things later.” he leaves you with a bitter ending, before leaving out the door.

watching the love of your life leave you with no closure and not a second word was starting to physically pain you. you felt yourself drop to your knees as his sentences rung in your mind, stringing themselves into a sequence of utmost heartbreak.

cold hardwood floors comforted the red - hot heat that began to rise up your face like a wild fire. you were embarrassed of yourself, disappointed that you couldn’t grow enough for him to see you. see that you could change.

and while he was out with no doubt in his mind that he made the right decision, your world was shattering in the comfort of the home you used to share with him.

the only time he messaged you was him asking for you to pack up all of his stuff for an easier pickup. it was clear he didn’t want to see you anymore than he had to. would he see how mature you had become in the four hours he was gone if you obeyed him?

boxing up all of his things neatly, you stripped every memory the two of you ever shared together. your house feeling ever so empty from the lack of love, trapped in between cardboard walls. 

for what it was worth, you attempted to write a note to send off with him. however, your vision was too blurry with your tears, and you couldn’t keep them in. the smudged ink added for dramatic effect, but it was too much that it was impossible to read coherent words.

your head was scrambled everywhere, and for a second you thought he was right when he said you were immature. it felt like when you were back in highschool giving him silly love notes to hide in his backpack pocket. it reminded you of how he said that they were all still there, as he never bothered to clean them out.

why couldn’t things be the way that they used to? throwing away so much because there was a lack of communication. you wanted to see him, be with him. feel the pure touch of his lips sending shockwaves to your beating heart.

but since that day, you never saw him once. rushing to grab all of his things and get out of your life, barely escaping your desperate grasp. what was once a fond moment became a distant daydream.

you were so blinded by your infatuation for him, despite the fact he never thought of you like that. once again you failed to understand much.

and things only got harder from then on, your plush pillow absorbing your tears. the air in your room only grew heavier as time continued. 

at first days, then weeks, and months were going by that you gave him so much love from afar. a comfortable distance through your phone screen where he couldn’t spit such hurtful words to you again. it was difficult to bear with his selfish sense of care.

stalking him on social media didn’t get you anywhere really. he already moved on from you. though you were unsure whether your jealousy blossomed from the fact that she was beautiful, or that he moved on extremely fast. maybe it was both.

posts of his hand intertwined with hers, captioned with cheesy song lyrics that used to hold so much meaning to you. your music taste always tended to rub off on him. 

there were long paragraphs declaring how much she meant to him, and how she was such a breath of fresh air in comparison to his past relationships. these sacred words that used to be yours. and while you remembered what the two of you had together, he could only think of her.

still, you loved him.

but things got easier, even when you thought they wouldn’t. it took some time for you to realize that being alone was a lot easier on the heart. 

there was a big takeaway from this, being that the only thing he taught you what it was like to feel unloved. though everything that happened when things were okay, you’d never take for granted. 

the sky felt brighter, and you made your walks frequent again. you remembered thinking how dreary he’d make your days seem, but it felt like you were finally able to see the sun again. because throughout the multitude of stars in the galaxy, one always shone the brightest.

even when you were blinded by a haze, it was still there. maybe you were the star.

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[sarahisgay01]

can you write some fluffy ronance? maybe nancy is sick and robin takes care of her ?

Aw yes, I love this!!🥺

Precious Angel

Robin x Nancy fluff

It’s January, which means it’s cold and flu season. Robin gets a call close to 10:00am that morning, waking here up. She sleepily answers the phone and mumbles, “Hello?”, then she hears a sneeze on the other line. Nancy says, “Hi, can you come over? I don’t feel good and I just- I want you here.” Robin could hear how congested Nancy was and immediately said, “Of course, I’ll be over soon, my love.” Nancy responded, “Thank you, baby” and Robin said, “Anything for you, Nance.” After she hung up the phone, she got dressed and biked to the store to pick up a few things to help Nancy feel better. She bought a couple cans of chicken noddle soup, cherry flavored cough drops, two boxes of tissues, Nancy’s favorite candy, and some tea that specialized in helping colds. She saw a cute teddy bear before she checked out and grabbed that for her too. After she checked out, she grabbed her bike from outside and pedaled her way to Nancy’s house. When she arrived, Karen and Ted’s cars weren’t in the driveway, meaning they were both at work. Robin set her bike up against the Wheeler’s garage, then grabbed the bag from the store and went to their front door. She knocked three times, then entered and said, “Nance, I’m here.” She heard some coughing from upstairs and made her way to Nancy’s room. When she opened the door, her eyes softened and she said, “Aw baby.” Nancy was pale, her nose was red, her eyes were puffy, and she was wrapped in what looked like 20 blankets. Robin walked over to her and put the back of her hand on Nancy’s forehead. She retracted her hand and said, “Aw my poor baby. I think you have a fever, my love.” Nancy was shivering, even though she was wrapped in all the blankets and she mumbled, “So cold, Rob.” Robin kissed her hot forehead and said, “I know baby. I know. I brought you some stuff, maybe it’ll help you feel a little better!” Nancy was able to show a small smile and she said, “Thank you, baby. Show me what you got me.” Excitedly, Robin grabbed the bag and said “Well, I got the essentials. I got you, chicken noodle soup, cherry flavored cough drops, tissues, your favorite candy, and a special tea that’s supposed to help with colds. I also got you something else, are you ready?” Nancy smiled and hummed, “Mhmmm”, then Robin pulled the teddy bear out from behind her back. She said, “I got you this teddy bear! Isn’t it cute!” Nancy was able to put a big smile on her face and said, “You’re so cute, I love you.” Robin smiled and said, “I love you too, Nance.” Nancy reached her hands out and did grabbing motions, wanting Robin to come cuddle with her.

Before Robin cuddled with Nancy, she wanted to make sure she was hydrated and fed. Robin said, “Baby, have you eaten today?” and Nancy sneezed, then shook her head no. Nancy said, while shivering, “Not- Not hungry, just c- c- cold.” Robin softened her eyes and tone, then said, “I know baby, but you need to eat just a little bit, okay. You stay here and I’ll be back up soon with some soup, does that sound okay, my love?” Nancy whined and said, “Want you here. Want you with me.” Robin said, “I know, my love. I’ll be back so soon though, I promise. After you eat and drink some water, then we can cuddle all you want. Okay, Nance?” She grumbled and said, “Okay, fine.” Robin then gave her a kiss on the forehead, grabbed a can of soup, and made her way to the kitchen. She put the soup in a bowl, then heated it up in the microwave. While she was waiting, she found a large glass and filled it with water. The microwave beeped and Robin checked to make sure the soup was at just the right temperature. She heated it up perfectly, grabbed a spoon, and made her way back upstairs to Nancy’s room. When she walked back into her room, Nancy pouted and said, “You took too long. I missed you.” Robin smiled and said, “You’re cute when you’re sick. Did you know that?” Nancy grumbled, but Robin made it all better when she planted a kiss on her forehead. Then she said, “Okay baby, let’s get some food and water in that cute little body of yours. Okay?” Nancy nodded and Robin said, “If you sit up, I can feed you the soup, so you don’t have to move out of your cocoon.” They both giggled at Robin’s comment, which made Nancy cough. Robin softened her eyes at her suffering girlfriend, as a shivering and weak Nancy started to sit up. Nancy said, “Please. Don’t want to leave cocoon” and Robin replied, “Of course, Nance. Anything for you, my love.” She grabbed the bowl of soup and the spoon, then made airplane noises as she moved the spoon to Nancy’s mouth. They both started laughing, which made Nancy go into a coughing fit. Robin said, “I’m sorry for making you cough” and Nancy said, “Don’t apologize. You making me laugh and taking care of me makes me feel like I’m not even sick.” They both smiled and then Robin continued feeding Nancy the chicken noodle soup. Nancy drank her entire glass of water and ate half her bowl of soup, before she was too full. When she finished, Robin went back downstairs, refilled her water and washed the soup bowl. She returned to Nancy’s room about five minutes later and as soon as she was in Nancy’s vision, she saw her girlfriend making grabbing hands. Nancy said, “Cuddles now please” and Robin just smiled. She placed the glass of water on the nightstand, then climbed into Nancy’s bed. Robin laid flat and Nancy curled up into her, then hummed because she finally got what she’s wanted for hours. She said, “Thank you for taking care of me, Rob.” Robin kissed the top of her head and said, “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life, Nancy Wheeler. Especially, when you act so cute and adorable like this. My precious angel.” Nancy hummed and smiled, then nuzzled impossibly closer into Robin’s chest. She mumbled, “I’m alright with that”, then she rolled over quickly to sneeze.

When Nancy rolled back over and got into the same position that she was in before, she said, “Rob?” Robin hummed a, “Mhmm” and Nancy asked, “Can you- Can you call me angel more? I really like it. I like being your angel.” Robin smiled, then kissed the top of her head and said, “Of course, Nance. My beautiful, sweet, angel.” Nancy hummed and Robin looked down at her peaceful girlfriend, who’s eyes were fighting to stay open. She said, “Baby, you should get some rest. You can fall asleep, it’s okay.” Nancy mumbled a sleepy, “I love you” and Robin replied, “I love you too, my precious angel.” Robin started running her fingers through Nancy’s hair, not caring that it was sweaty from her fever. All Robin cared about in this moment, was helping and nurturing Nancy, whatever she wanted, she’d do for her. She watched as her girlfriend fell into a heavy sleep, exhausted from being up all night coughing and sneezing. She kissed the top of her head and said, “Sweet dreams, my pretty angel.” After a couple hours, Nancy woke up and quickly ripped all the blankets off of her. Robin looked at her confused and Nancy had tears in her eyes. She said, “Hey, my love, what’s wrong? What’s wrong sweetheart?” Tears started rolling down her cheeks and she said, “Too hot, but too cold. Just frustrated.” Robin said, “Aw angel, come here” and Nancy immediately curled up into her girlfriend’s arms. She cried for a couple minutes, wrapped in her girlfriend’s embrace and when her crying stopped, she looked up at Robin. Then she said, “Rob, can you do me a favor?” and Robin said, “Yeah, Nance. What do you need?” Nancy said, “I want to take a bath, but too weak. Need help”, then she had another coughing fit. Robin said, “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get your fever down, then afterwards I’ll make you some tea” and then she reached for the cough drops she bought. She gave Nancy one and said, “Here baby, these should help with your cough.” Nancy mumbled, “Thank you”, then popped the cough drop in her mouth. Robin said, “I’m going to go start running your bath, angel. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” Nancy nodded and Robin got up, then walked to the bathroom. She started filling the bathtub with lukewarm water and when it was three quarters of the way full, turned off the water, then returned to Nancy’s room. Nancy was sitting up with her knees held to her chest and Robin said, “Your bath awaits you, m’lady.” Both girls giggled and Nancy slowly got up, then walked to her bathroom with Robin holding her for support. Robin helped Nancy get undressed and sat on the bathroom floor, holding Nancy’s hand while she took her bath. When she saw Nancy start to shiver, she turned the hot water on for 30 seconds or so, making sure the water went back to being lukewarm. Robin asked, “Baby, do you want me to wash your hair for you?” Nancy looked at her with soft eyes and said, “If you- If you don’t mind.” Robin smiled and said, “Of course I will, sweet angel.” She got up from the bathroom floor, then grabbed the shower head from its holder and Nancy’s shampoo and conditioner. Next, she turned the water onto a lukewarm temperature, then started moving the shower head through her hair. She carefully and gently washed Nancy’s hair, making sure she didn’t tangle her hair or pull on it. When she was done, Nancy looked at her with those soft eyes that made Robin’s heart skip a beat and her brain feel like mush. She said, “Thank you for being so gentle and caring, baby.” Robin smiled and said, “Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s get you out of that bathtub and dry you off, hmmm?” Nancy nodded and Robin helped her out of the tub, then handed her two towels. She wrapped one around her body and the other she wrapped her hair in.

Once Nancy was mostly dry, her and Robin returned to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and said, “Rob, can you pick out clothes for me, please?” Robin nodded, then picked out a pair of underwear, a t-shirt, and a thin pair of pajama pants. Nancy was too weak to get dressed by herself, so Robin helped her. After she was dressed, Robin went and made Nancy her tea, as promised. While she was downstairs, she grabbed the movie, The Breakfast Club, and carried that upstairs with her. She popped it into the tape player, then handed Nancy her tea. The two of them watched the movie and ate the candy Robin got at the store. Nancy was cuddled into Robin chest and she said, “I love you and I’m really grateful to have you taking care of me.” Robin smiled and replied, “I love you and I’ll do it forever, sweet angel. I’ll stay and take care of you for the next couple days too. If you want me to, of course.” Nancy said, “Mhmm, please do, Rob.” Robin replied back, “Okay, sweetheart”, then started peppering Nancy’s face with kisses. She started to giggle, feeling so loved and cared for by her girlfriend. Soon, Nancy fell asleep on Robin’s chest again, she was just too weak and exhausted to stay awake. When Robin noticed, she smiled and said, “My precious angel”, then kissed the top of her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and thought to herself, “I wouldn’t mind doing this forever”, then fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Hope you liked this!!😊💖

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #robin stranger things #stranger things nancy #stranger things #poor nancy #nancy is clingy while sick and nobody can tell me otherwise #robin is a cinnamon roll #she is the sweetest gf #this is so fluffy #domestic fluff #i love domestic fluff

[walker-extended-universe]

At The Fair

Relationship(s): Geri Broussard/Hoyt Rawlins/Cordell Walker/Emily Walker

Tags/Warnings: Pre-Series, Teen Romance, Polyamory, Secret Relationship, Semi-Public Sex

Summary: Cordell, Emily, Geri, and Hoyt usually had to keep things under wraps. But they could have plenty of fun out and about at the local fair.

Written for @flufftober day 27: Outdoor Event

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cordell, Emily, Geri, And Hoyt were a tight knit group. Everyone knew that. They were a package deal for the most part. Everyone also knew that, on the rare occasion they weren’t hanging out, you could find them in groups of two. Cordell and Emily (a couple). Hoyt and Geri (a couple). Cordell and Hoyt (best bros). Geri and Emily (best friends). Everyone saw and no one questioned it. They were all just really close; nothing odd about that.

There was a lot that no one saw. There was a lot they made sure no one could see. Because they knew no one would understand.

They just wouldn’t understand how Cordell loved Geri and Hoyt just as deeply and passionately as he loved Emily. They wouldn’t understand how Emily could desire Geri just as much as Cordell and Hoyt. They wouldn’t understand how Hoyt would feel safe tying himself to not one but three of his closest friends. They wouldn’t understand how Geri couldn’t imagine her life without all three of them in it.

Really, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. They loved each other and that was all that mattered. But they also knew that if anyone found out, there would be trouble. They knew there would be some that just wouldn’t let them be. So, most of the time, they hid.

But sometimes, they could let go a bit. Sometimes, circumstances allowed them to be free. Sometimes, the county fair came to Austin and no one would be the wiser to a few teenagers hanging all over each other all day.

Those days were good days.

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“Cordi, hurry up!”

“I could move a lot faster if I wasn’t carrying someone.” He chuckled and Geri’s half-hearted smack to the back of his head.

He made his way to where Emily was impatiently waiting by the water gun game booth. “How am I supposed to win if half the competition isn’t here?”

“I think that’d make it easier,” Hoyt drawled, casually leaning on one of the water guns.

“Em, this is, like, the 100th game we’ve played today, not including the 3 times you made us do the obstacle course because you wanted to beat Hoyt,” Geri whined. “I’m hungry. And tired. Can’t we get snacks first?”

Emily’s face softened and she placed her hand over where Geri’s were clasped over Cordell’s chest. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said softly. “I was just excited to be out of the house. My dad’s been crazy lately….” She sighed. “Just one more game and we’ll spend the rest of the day chilling. Okay?”

Geri hummed. “Fine. But only if you win me the giant pink bear.”

Emily smirked. “You got it.”

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Emily bought snacks for everyone, including a funnel cake for Geri- which she insisted on being fed because she was just so tired and Emily could never say no to her when she got like that.

While the girls relaxed at their claimed picnic table, Hoyt dragged Cordell toward the port-a-potties. “I’m not making out with you in one of those things,” Cordell muttered.

“Give me some credit,” Hoyt said, pulling him to a small area behind the cluster of outdoor toilets. It wasn’t exactly private but no one would really be looking here.

Cordell didn’t even get a chance to complain about the smell before Hoyt’s mouth was on him, hand running up underneath his shirt. “You are such a damn tease,” he hissed.

“You’re one to talk,” Cordell muttered, sliding his hands into Hoyt’s back pockets and squeezing. “You were egging me on with the fucking strongman hammer game.”

“That was just payback for humping me during the obstacle course.”

“I didn’t- The pathway was narrow and you were slow!”

“Shhh…” Hoyt undid his belt. “Wanna have another contest?”

“Fuck.” Cordell knocked his head back against the plastic fence. “You get me off first, I’ll buy you the most deep fried thing in this park.”

“Deal.”

Even though Hoyt technically won that bet, Cordell felt like they were both winners.

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The crowd thinned out as the day wore on and as night approached, it was mostly other teenagers hanging around the fair. As much as they wanted to stay in their little bubble all night, Emily had to be home by curfew and it wouldn’t be right for the rest of them to stay without her.

Before they left, they opted for a ride on the ferris wheel.

There was no one else in line at this point in the night and the operator didn’t ask any questions when they all got in the same car. Geri rested her head on Hoyt’s shoulder while Emily spread across the seat and Cordell’s lap to look up at the stars.

“Today was pretty perfect,” Cordell said idly, stroking Emily’s hair.

“It was,” Geri murmured.

The wheel stopped at the highest point and, for a brief moment, they were the only people in the entire world.

Eventually, they did have to come down. They had to kiss each other goodnight and go their separate ways.

But there would always be another fair.

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