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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Miracle-twelve

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Apologies if this chapter is kind of boring especially making you all wait five days for an update. I was hoping it would be more exciting, but it worked out better this way for this chapter.

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"Let me help you, Y/N."

I smacked Folio's hand away as he tried to help me out his car. "I'm fine. Now that my knee's wrapped, I can walk a bit."

My protests meant nothing to him as Folio still helped me out of the car, my camera bag perched on his shoulder. I told him I could carry it but he dismissed me, saying that he can help where I need it. As if he hadn't done enough for me today. If it wasn't for Folio, I wasn't sure how things with my mom would have ended.

After Lana and I had a very lengthy discussion about putting my mom in a facility once I'm back home from tour, Folio finished cleaning up the destruction while I lay on the couch to rest my knee. Lana looked at it and she said it wasn't broken, just extremely bruised and swollen. She wrapped it up for me and told me to pop a few pills to help the pain.

"Have you talked to Noah?" Folio asked as we stepped through the back entrance of the venue.

"Not really. I told him I had a rough night last night and needed to sleep it off. He wanted to get dinner tonight," I explained while limping along next to him.

With a quick glance to my watch, I noticed it was nearing four in the afternoon and Noah sent me a few texts wondering when I was going to show up. He didn't know Folio, and I were together all day and there was a small part of me that worried he would think the worst when he found out.

"Did he explain why his phone was turned off?"

I nodded. "His phone died, and he charged it when he got to Bryan's but it was on silent so he couldn't hear me calling until he saw all the missed calls when he woke up."

Folio led me towards the main stage, knowing that the rest of the guys were there waiting to go through one final sound check before doors opened, since Folio missed it earlier. We kept our reasoning why we were late short, too much to explain over text.

"Are you going to tell him what happened?" Folio questioned as he pulled me to a stop a few feet away from the stage.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the rest of the guys talking amongst themselves and when they noticed us, Noah's gaze felt hot on me.

"I-I don't know," I sighed. "Maybe once I have everything sorted with my mom."

Folio gave me a warm smile and handed me my camera bag. "I still think you should have stayed home."

I gave him a light shove to his shoulder before moving my bad leg around in a circle, doing my best to keep the grimace off of my face. Yes, it hurt like fucking hell but it was better that I was here than at home with my mom.

Folio saw right through it but still pulled me into a tight embrace and left a gentle kiss on top of my head. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a shaky breath, truly astonished at everything he did for me today.

"Thank you, Folio."

"Anytime." He promised.

"Are you guys doing whatever the fuck you're doing so we can get to soundcheck?" A loud voice echoed through the speakers of the venue.

Stepping away from Folio, I noticed Noah holding a microphone to his side and dark eyes watching me. I did my best to ignore the way he looked in the black tank top, the muscles of his arms flexing. Clearly seeing Folio and I together made him jealous, and this was something I didn't want or need to deal with. But as we walked closer to the stage, Noah then noticed the mark on my neck along with the scratches and as soon as he saw how I was limping, he jumped off the stage to meet me the rest of the way.

"What happened?" Noah asked with his gaze bouncing between Folio and I.

Folio nodded towards me. "I'll let her explain. I'm fine, don't worry."

Suddenly, Noah and I were alone, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah my mom attacked me last night because she didn't remember me. I tried calling you but your phone was off so I had to call Folio."

Well, it was the truth which I'm sure Noah would appreciate.

The part of me that was apprehensive of this relationship was screaming at me to push him away because he wasn't there when I needed him.

But it was an honest mistake. He called you this morning as soon as he noticed all the missed calls.

"Angel," Noah's voice was quiet. "What happened to your knee? And your neck?"

It was hard to slip into a pair of jeans with the swelling of my knee so I was currently sporting my Bad Omens joggers. But even those couldn't the way I limped as I took a step closer to him.

"It's kind of a long story. It's why Folio and I are late," I began.

"Wait, you two were together?"

I slowly nodded. "Nothing happened like the way you're thinking, Noah."

He scoffed while stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his pants. "What am I supposed to think? You two show up with scratches and bites on your neck. And you two were together all day while ignoring me?"

This time I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't you dare pull that shit. I tried calling you last night; over and over. You didn't answer. Folio did."

Okay, low blow. But I was still pretty upset.

"I already told you-."

"Your phone died, yes I know. But I didn't know who else to call, Noah. I needed help," I let out a shuddered breath.

His eyes softened. "I'm sorry, angel. I should have been there. We didn't even stay at the bar that long. I had two beers but was exhausted so we went back to Bryans. If you're worried I did something-."

"No," I immediately shot that idea down. "I trust you. But seems like you don't trust me."

Noah's face fell. "I do, angel. But can you see where I'm coming from? I see how close you and Folio are and makes me wonder what is so bad in your life that you'll tell him but not me?"

Guilt ate away at me when I realized how much my secrets affected him.

"I'm sorry. I want to tell you, I do. Last night was a rough night with my mom and I couldn't do it on my own."

"Everything alright?" Noah questioned as his hands reached for mine to pull me closer.

I winced in pain as the movement tweaked my knee. Noah jerked his hand back thinking he did something, so I waved him off.

"It's my knee. It's fucked up and really hurts," I said.

Before Noah could do anything, my phone rang from my purse and knowing it was Lana, I held up a finger to him.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Dear, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. The pain is pretty bad but I'll manage."

"I agree with Nicholas; you should have stayed home tonight. I'm sure Mr. Sebastian would understand."

I let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. "Why do you always insist on calling him Mr. Sebastian? You make it sound like he should be my dad's age."

At the mention of my dad, I suddenly remembered what my mom had spewed in her hysteria state. But not wanting to dwell on it right now, I cast a glance up to Noah who was watching me with a raised brow.

"Mr. Sebastian?" He questioned with his brows pulled together.

I pulled the phone away from my ear momentarily. "I'll explain later, I promise. You should get started on soundcheck."

Noah wrapped an arm around my midsection as he tipped my chin up towards him. "I'm holding you to that promise, angel."

His soft lips met mine in a quick but deep kiss, one that made my head swirl. When he pulled away, I looked at him with starry eyes and a small curve to my lips.

"You don't know how much I needed that," I admitted.

He winked before slipping away from me to head to the stage. "You know where to find me if you need more. Or something else."

I heard my name being called and remembering Lana was on the phone; I turned back to our conversation.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"Your mother woke up a few hours ago with no recollection of what happened."

I exhaled. "Yeah, I figured."

"It's probably for the best."

"Hmm," I bit my lip. "Hey, Lana. Has my mom ever talked about someone named Lincoln? Or James?"

There was silence on her end for a moment, as if she was thinking it over.

"I haven't heard the name James, but your mother has talked about a Lincoln a few times. From what I gathered; they were together years ago."

"Did she mention a last name?" I pressed.

"Something Irish. I think it was Keoghan or Boyle."

I hummed, mewling over the words, and Lana could tell even through the phone that I was thinking too hard about this subject.

"Don't dwell on it, dear. It could be a story she made up in her mind."

"Yeah," I bit the inside of my cheek.

The guys started up their sound check, so I turned my back to the stage and slowly limped towards the far end of the room to hear better.

"I really appreciate you staying even with what happened last night. There's only two more weeks left on tour and when I get home, we can tour some facilities you recommended."

"Anything for you. I'll call you if anything happens."

With our goodbyes, I pocketed my phone and looked back to the stage. The guys were running through their songs in a quick pace, knowing they were short on time. As I began walking back to them, hoping to snap a few pictures, a yelp of pain erupted from my throat as my knee was practically screaming at me to stop moving.

"Y/N!"

The noise of instruments and Noah's voice halted as Folio stood up from behind his drums. "For the love of God, go sit down before you fuck up your knee even more!"

"I'm fine!" I shot back.

Folio then pointed a drum stick towards Noah. "She's your girl. Maybe she'll listen to you."

As I went to protest yet again, Noah jumped off of the stage and scooped me into his arms to carry me bridal style through backstage towards the green room.

"Noah, I can walk."

He gave me a sideway glance as if saying yeah right and once we were in the room, he gently set me down on the couch there. My camera bag was tossed onto the table in front of me, next to his laptop, and with a firm finger Noah pointed to me.

"You don't have to explain everything right now but what the hell happened to you?"

With slumped shoulders, I exhaled knowing that this conversation would happen at some point.

"My mom hit me in the knee with a bat then scratched and bit my neck," I brushed a finger over the bandage there.

Noah's body went rigid, his thoughts quickly thinking the worst, so I waved my hand around.

"It's not what you think. She-." My voice trailed off, trying to find the right words to say without giving too much away. "It's a long story, but she's sick. Folio tried to help, but she attacked him."

He ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath. "I have to get back but tonight, you and I are sitting in the back room of the bus and you're telling me everything."

Knowing there was no use in arguing, I nodded. I wanted to tell Noah everything. Folio assured me that Noah wouldn't walk away, he'd stay by my side.

"Okay," I smiled. "It's a date."

Noah leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. "What a great first date."

I raised a playful brow. "Oh, here I thought last night in the storage closet was our first date."

His eyes turned dark as a low noise came from the back of his throat. "Be good, angel."

Before he walked through the door, I called for him and pointed to his laptop. "Is it alright if I use your laptop? I need to look something up."

"Of course."

Noah shut the door with one final smile, and I tentatively reached for the laptop. Thankfully, he had no password, and I froze momentarily at the picture he had set as a background. It was one of the four guys and me at one of their annual pre-tour parties. It was only the third day of working for them and before my first tour, so I had been nervous all night. Folio talked to me throughout the night, easing my worries, along with Davis. Since I previously knew him and it was him that got me the job, I hung by him most of the night.

In this picture, it was a group shot of everyone on the crew and the Bad Omens guys. For some odd batch of luck, I got put next to Noah, and it was when he still had his long hair; it being held back by a clip. This was also before the tension between us started so he had an arm around my shoulder while my hand was around his back.

It was the first time I saw this picture so a small gasp fell from my lips when I noticed Noah wasn't looking at the camera; his eyes were on me, who was oblivious to the whole thing, and a fond smile on his face.

Clearly, his feelings for me went as far back as that night.

With my own fond smile, I clicked on the internet browser and typed two words into the search bar.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #forced proximity #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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starlightandfairies · 10 months

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Lovely ~Daryl Dixon~

Description: Reader is one of Negan’s wives, she is thrown into the same cell as Daryl while Negan has Daryl.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst,

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 639

I have a Daryl Dixon fanfic on wattpad! If you want it, send me a request or message and I'll give it to you. Or you could search it yourself It's called Broken Crown by Moonlight161 and starts from the very beginning

1st Person's POV

Fucking Negan.

That's all I can say, is fucking Negan, I fucking hate him. He, himself killed my entire family and made me watch. Sounds very movie-like, though I cannot express in words how much I want this man to die. After he killed them, the twit had the audacity to make me one of his wives. I wore a short little black dress, did everything he said and did just so I could survive.

I pissed him off. I yelled at him for what he did, but Negan didn't seem to take it very well. He threw me into one of his cells and then left me in the darkness.

"I'm going to kill him," I muttered bitterly, jumping as a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side.

"Keep 'ya voice down."

I turned to face the person, only a small amount of light letting me see the man's features, my heart shattered seeing the broken man in front of me. I didn't think that I would see him again, I didn't think I would see anyone that I knew again.

"Daryl?" I whispered lightly, he lunged forward slightly and cupped my face in his hands.

"Y/n?"

"Hey," I whispered softly, sobbing softly as he held me in his arms. Daryl didn't let me go, he didn't once let go of me and rested a small kiss on my temples.

"I thought you died." He whispered, I shook my head and gave him a tiny smile. We hadn't seen each other since the prison, which honestly feels like a lifetime ago after the prison was infested with walkers and everyone got separated, I was lucky that I got with my family however the whole Negan ordeal ruined everything.

We both shared the story of our lives since we last saw each other, it ached to know that Glenn was dead and I could clearly see that Daryl was taking it personally, that his actions got him killed and I really wanted him to know that it was not his fault.

Negan kept me in there for two days, no one bothered either of us, it was a nice way to catch up and just hang out with him. It was cold in the cell, the little black dress was revealing too much of my skin. I moved over to Daryl, carefully touching his arm and once he accepted my touch. I his arm, wrapping it around me and curled into his chest.

"So, Negan's forced you to be his wife?"

"Yes. Out of all the other ladies, he keeps me under lock and key the most. I think he knows what I can do." Daryl shook his head, he didn't say anything about what I said. However, he rested a kiss on my forehead and rubbed my arm.

"He's planning something," Daryl whispered.

"I know but I have you back and I want to be here with you."

"Okay." I knew this hurt for Daryl, we both loved each other, hadn't seen each other in so long and now we were here together yet we couldn't be together. I think that's Negan punishment. I think he knew that we loved each other and that be being his wife would hurt Daryl.

"Isn't it lovely? Having someone familiar?" I questioned, Daryl brought my lips to his, I grinned into the kiss and soaked it all in.

"I miss you, I looked for you but I couldn't find you. I will stay, I won't let him hurt you and I won't let him take me away from you."

"You will, don't be stupid."

"I'm going to be stupid and in love."

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 months

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I had a dream yesterday. And I've always had weird dreams. Creepy or bizzare or both. Though they've always told a narrative. They've always been long drawn out stories with dialogue and characters and a goal and a beginning and usually an end.

Yesterday I dreamt of walking down my street. It was dark and I was with an old friend. I knew in the dream they were an old friend, one I hadn't met since I was a teenager, maybe longer. But now, awake, I can't recall their face.

We were going somewhere to find something. In the dream I knew where we were going and what we hoped to recover. Now the details are murky.

I was apprehensive in the dream. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had tried this before, with more people, with more old friends, and that I had failed. And like a game resetting I had started at the beginning again. Except none of the others were given a second chance and I was here now with a new companion, walking back towards the same fate. My friend remained oblivious and happy. We were talking about the neighbourhoods and houses we were passing. I think I dismissed the flashing images of my 'first try' as deja vu or anxiety.

It was night when we started off from my street. No time passed, but it was bright and early a step away, on the next street. There was something safe about my small dark street with its one light, and I felt we had left that safety behind.

This new neighbourhood was idyllic. Sunny and green with little houses. But there were no people. I don't think there was any noise at all, aside from the two of us.

We passed a pair of cottages that were painted to look like little green frogs. They had one connected garden with a little fence and archways and garden seats painted to look like toadstools. I told my friend I'd like to live there. That when we got what we came for we should go see the cottages, invite others and have a lunch on the toadstools.

At the end of the street was a white wall and a large gate, behind it stood an old fashioned bungalow with a sprawling garden dotted by bushes. The bunglow's veranda wrapped all the way around it, all the doors leading to the inside of the house were open wide, and we could see a courtyard in the middle. There was antique furniture throughout the house, making it difficult to navigate through. But they made good hiding spots. We knew we needed to hide. That we weren't supposed to be there. That whatever we were taking, we'd be stealing. I think we got caught last time, my other old friends and I.

There was an older lady. A servant. I could see her from my hiding spot. She was talking to someone. I don't think I could make out what they were saying, can you hear noise in dreams? But I knew she was talking about us. Telling someone that we had come here.

I only ever saw who she was talking to through their reflection in the glass doors. Whoever it was she looked like my next-door neighbour who had passed away almost a year ago. The one who used to make little bouquets of this plant the cats liked, tied together with a red ribbon, and toss it into our garden for them to find. We never spoke much, but I miss her.

She looked exactly like her. Except her hands didn't make sense. They just kept going and going till they almost reached the ground. I didn't understand why at first. I had to keep staring at that reflection. I thought maybe something was wrong with it. That maybe it was distorted? It was her nails. It was her nails that were wrong. They were long and sharp and dirty and I knew I had felt them once, against my skin, against my flesh, tearing into me. Maybe it's just because it was a dream, but it's an odd feeling to know you had died once and you were going to die again, that even the extra steps you took to prevent it hadn't really changed anything. There was a strange disconnect to it.

We crept around the bungalow. It was really just one long circular corridor packed with furniture, with a courtyard in the middle. I think she knew we were there. I think she was hunting us. But whatever we came for it was more important than whatever fate had met my previous companions (Becoming a corpse? Becoming a meal?)

The more we stayed there, the more I just knew things. Like how that wasn't really my old neighbour. How whatever it was just looked like her. To appear safe and friendly and comforting, maybe, to me specifically. I knew why the whole neighbourhood was empty, of course. I knew what had happened to all the people. I knew why the houses were so well kept though, so welcoming, designed to draw people in.

We got what we came for. It was further than we had gotten last time. Or at least that's the impression I had. Then we ran. It, whatever it was, chased after us. We made it out of the gates and as we ran past the picturesque little houses, as we ran past the frog cottage I knew that one had been made just for me.

#then my dog woke me up at 4am!#the worst kind of dreams are where you live a whole life and fall in love with someone you've never met before and then you wake up #and suddenly you're mourning the loss and death of a life that never existed and people your brain made up for the lols #all while you're still groggy #that's one of the most fucked up sadistic shit your brain can pull on you and it's happened to me twice

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romana-after-dark · 8 months

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The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under, Part 2

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

Extra on the executions. Suicidal ideation. Sorry, I should've put tjat in the warnings first chapter but I just came up, so this is your warning now. Im tryingto think of all the hardest stuff that happens now so I can warn ahead of time but sometimes it just happens while writing you know? Things come up. Dont say i didnt want you with major character death

a/n who watched Avatar TLA growing up? There a reference to it at the very end.... that episode traumatized me

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It had been four days before Joel came and got you. The room was cold from the cool outside air; it was far from freezing, only a crisp Wyoming early fall so far. This had proven a benefit, despite the way you shivered under tattered blankets, as it aired out the bucket of piss and shit that was your toilet.

Ellie had to be dead by now. Infants need to be fed regularly, every 2-3 hours according to Maura… your breasts hurt, they hurt so fucking bad sometimes you cried from just that… but it wasn’t a hard leap from your depressed mindset. The pain was aching and you had to squeeze the milk out of your engorged breasts just to have a little relief. Your vagina hurt, too. Luckily you had stopped bleeding, although you wished you’d just bleed out already. Everything was pain and your dreams in the few moments you were sleeping were filled with nightmares.

You weren’t sure what you were living for. You laid on the mattress hour after hour, staring at the broken glass from your fit, thinking you could easily kill yourself… The only thing that stopped you was the effort it would require. Dazed, almost… that was the best way to describe it, all the hours blurring together

Honestly, you hadn't expected Joel to return at all. You figured he killed Ellie or just let her starve, killed Tommy and would just let you waste away in this god forsaken room, the room where so much happened.

Tommy taking your virginity after you begged him, playing go fish for hours.

Joel raping you, loving you, cuddling you.

Nick.

When he walked into the room, you didn’t even look up. You didn’t have the energy anymore. When his strong arms scooped you up, leading you out of the piss-smelling room, you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him like before… it had been habit at this point, after a year of doing this and you were no stranger to your body betraying you.

Joel, in turn, held you close. “Just look what you’ve done, hermosa… but it’s okay, we can fix it.”

“No” you whine, head in the crook of his neck. Why was his smell comforting after all that had happened? “We can’t fix this.” Your baby is gone, after all you did to try and save her.

“Yes, yes we can, you just gotta be good.” Of course Joel thought this was fixable. Ellie was only ever his replacement for Sarah, so she was replaceable herself. Joel would put a baby in you again and if it was a boy? Another one. And another, and another until you died, then he’d move onto the next vulnerable young girl.

Joel took you outside. When you saw the raiders all surrounding the yard, a yard that had previously been your comfort, a place you imagined your baby playing, you figured this is where he killed you. You were ready.

“Watch her” And he went into the house. The sunshine and fresh air felt nice, you had to admit. When he returned, he carried a little bundle; the baby blanket Mrs. Munoz knitted, with Ellie’s little face barely peeking out.

“ELLIE!” Joy and sunshine filled your heart again, and suddenly nothing else matter than the fact your daughter lived. Ecstatic, you dash towards her as all the pain of earlier seeming long gone in your desperate need for her, but Joel wouldn’t let you have it just yet. He moved her out from his firm grasp, still holding her but seemingly threatening to drop her. “JOEL NO!”

“She’s safe, little one, don’t you worry… as long as you behave.” He went back to rocking her, a soft expression as he looked at his daughter.

“H-how is she alive? She didn’t feed, I thought- I thought she was dead!”

“You really think I’d let my daughter starve?” His voice was condescending, a slight scoff at the end. “C’mon now, you can’t be that stupid. I know there's not a lot going on in that bimbo housewife brain of yours but I thought you had a little more faith in you than this.” He was… he was laughing at you. All the things he did to you, all the things he’s said… why did this hurt so bad? Joel never called you stupid before… and didn’t he… he threatened to hurt her just a moment ago, didn’t he? Or did he? Maybe you were reading into it too much…

“I’m not… I’m not stupid.” Defensively, you spoke but your eyes remained on your daughter.

“Oh, of course not, sweet girl, of course not.” Was he making fun of you? Why were the other men chuckling? “But I had a plan incase you couldn’t produce milk. I’ve got a freezer full of breast milk from other women, and even some formula. It’s expired but, it’ll do in a pinch.”

As relieved as you were about Ellie living, guilt punched at you. “You… Joel, you took milk away from hungry babies?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. Mrs. Little Feather was producing an abundance so I paid her well for a stash, just in case. I’ll always protect my family” He turned to one of the men and nodded.

Tommy was pushed out the house, hands bound behind him and he was shoved to the ground.

“TOMMY!” But you didn’t dare move, not when Joel had Ellie.

“Honey, fuck, I’m sorry, I-” He was cut off by Joel kicking him in the stomach. Tommy’s left hand was bandaged up from the stabbing.

But Tommy’s reveal wasn’t even the worst. Out of the house came Zach and Lorenzo, bound and gagged, quickly followed by the biggest shock yet. June. It had been a whole year since you’d seen her, never even saying goodbye when you were ripped away from your family. The four of them knelt on the ground, hands tied behind their backs, Lorenzo and Zach at one end of the yard, Tommy and June behind them. Joel shoved you towards Zach and Lorenzo, the guards taking off their mouth gags.

Zach yelled your name. “Run!” But Lorenzo knew better. Lorenzo knew there was no running from Joel, and there was no leaving Ellie behind. You stumble towards them, taking them in your arms. Joel was going to kill them.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…” You sob, knowing this was because of you.

“Sweetheart.” Lorenzo’s voice called to you, oddly calm given the circumstances. “Sweetheart, look at me.” He waited until you looked him, Lorenzo’s large, brown, droopy eyes calming you the way they always did. “It’s okay. Zach and I… we’ve already made peace with this. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not!” You protest. “He’s gonna kill you both we will have NOTHING!”

Zach. “You’ll have Dolli.” You look to your big brother. “And I know it’s hard, and I know it’s shit right now, honey it’s shit, but you can’t leave her with Joel, okay? So you gotta do this. Think of mom, think of all she did so we could survive.”

A fresh bout of tears. You sniffle, smelling the grass and the dirt and the filth surrounding you. “But I can’t.” You sob violently. You can’t do this without help, you never could.

“You can-”

“I’m not strong!”

Lorenzo. “You’ve already been strong, always. You survived a lifetime of hell and you put up a hell of a fight, again and again. You’re gonna raise Dolly to be strong like you, okay?”

Ellie. Ellie needed you. Nothing else mattered but her. “Her name… her name Ellie. Joel chose Dolly, I chose Ellie June.”

Zach smiled. “Ellie June. I love it.”

“Your goddaughter, Zach.”

He nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on her, I promise. We both will.”

Joel steps up, still holding Ellie close to his chest with his left hand. “Alright, ‘nuff talk’n”

“No, Joel, please!” You desperately cling to your brothers, a feeble attempt to save their lives when you feel yourself being picked up by familiar arms; Tommy wrapped a strong arm around your middle pulling you away. “TOMMY LET ME GO!”

Kicking, screaming, fighting, you try to pull off him but your legs dangle, treading air.

“Joel.” Tommy called to his brother. “Dolly’s ears.” He referenced the baby in his arms as Joel pulled out the gun.

“There’s a silencer.”

Horror and anguish as you cry for your family, Lorenzo and Zach both mouthing that they loved you although you couldn’t hear a sound anymore, except the sharp eeeeee and muffled voices. The panic had set it.

Lorenzo and Zach come closer together, their bound up finger intertwining together. Joel strides up the the couple, covers Ellie’s ears with his hand and chest and-

BANG! BANG!

Zach and Lorenzo’s bodies felt limp to the ground, and you didn’t have it in you to scream any more. You went into shock, freezing up and zoning out, only barely aware of Joel comforting Ellie as she cried; no doubt startled from the shooting and commotion.

Joel spoke to his men, but you weren’t sure what he said… the only thing in your sights was your dead family and he thought that June and Tommy were probably next…wait, when was Tommy untied?

Joel hand grabbed your face and you heard a faint ‘Joel, stop’ but he didn’t. It was the middle of the sentence before you started to understand again. “-are both dead now. Jack is dead, Maura is dead. But her,” He pointed his gun at June, stepping towards her. “She’s alive. Zach tried to take her, thinking it’d save her. Look what good that did huh?”

You couldn’t speak, but Tommy did. “C’mon, man, she’s got nothing to do with this, don’t kill her.”

“Well Thomas, I’m glad you care so much, that’ll make the next part easier.”

“What are you-”

Joel ignored him. “Set her down.” Tommy did. You wobbled a bit but got to your feet, trying to concentrate on behaving… Zach was right, you needed to do this for Ellie. He walked back to you. “See how easily he listens to me? Like a guard dog. Tommy always was good at following orders.” He looked too Tommy again. “Take three steps back.” Tommy did. “Spin around” Tommy rolled his eyes, but did. “Shake you butt”

“Joel-”

“Do it Tommy”

Tommy did, looking humiliated in the process he wiggled his hips.

“Oh come ooooon” Joel laughs. “Put on a show”

“This is humiliating”

“THAT’S THE POINT!”

You wince at the outburst, wanting to hold Ellie so painfully bad… her little nose was getting runny from the cold, even with a little hat on.

Joel raised the gun to Ellie, and Tommy immidietly complied, shouting at him to knock it off. Jaw set tight, Tommy bent over and stuck out his butt, shaking it to the chuckles of the other men. Tommy fucking Miller, Joel’s previous right hand man. Feared leader, reduced to this indignity… You looked over to June, still bound and gagged and on her knees, looking utterly confused.

“Good job, Tommy” Joel turned back to you. “See how easy it was for Tommy to listen to me? Always been like that, following me around like a lost puppy, desperate for my approval… you know why I untied his hands, little one?” He didn’t wait for your answer. “Because I need you to know he watched. He watched me kill your brother and Lorenzo, he held you back while he watch. He watched me take you, he watched me fuck you on the table, he watched me brand you, and if he had been here last week he would’ve watched as I hung you.”

The whimper from your mouth at the memory is pathetic, but you keep your mouth shut as your eyes cry.

Joel perked up. It was like a shift, that dramatic change in his personalities that was so hard to keep up with. “So here’s my vision! It’s gonna take a while until we can all trust each other but I want us to all be a family.” He nudged his gun, and one of the men moved to June. Joel must have planned this all out, orchestrated it… He gave the gun to his man, and yanked down June’s gag. It was clear she had been crying heavily, but would not give Joel the dignity of begging for her life. June was strong like that. Sweet, kindhearted; a soft person who was undeniably stubborn. “Beautiful thing, aren’t you. Gonna make such a pretty wife.”

June was too proud to beg, but you’d been long suffering indigities. You had no pride left. “No, no, no, no, no JOEL! Don’t do this, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Relax, bebita.” He laughed at you. “She’s not for me. You’re the only one for me, you know that right? You gave me my daughter back, you��ll always be my wife, no matter what.”

You were more confused than ever; a cooling breeze rustled your skirt, making you realize just how damn sweaty you’d gotten during all this. “Then what-”

Joel took the collar of June’s shirt, dragging her towards Tommy and throwing her at him as she squeaked in shock. Although he caught her, diving towards her falling body and preventing it from hitting the ground Tommy looked as confused as you did.

“I don’t want-”

“She’s your wife now”

“JOEL!” He held her and June clung to him. “This is insane, I don’t want a wife!”

Uninterested, Joel shrugged him off. “Fuck her, don’t, I don’t really care.” Joel strode towards you again but stopped to look over his shoulder at Tommy. “But knowing you, you probably will. Just a matter of whether you hold her down or not.”

Tommy, for all his weaknesses and flaws… you knew he was not that type of man.

“You and June will live in your old room. She can’t leave the room unsupervised until I say so” He turned to you. “Same with you, little one. But Tommy’s gonna watch you both. Know why?”

Finally, fucking finally, Joel handed you your daughter and you scooped her up, sobbing. “Hey baby, hi. Mommy’s here, yeah, mommy’s here now, it’s okay”

The sun was beginning to set, the shadows of the trees casting long over your dead family. “Because I’m choosing to spare his life, He owes me. And if we can all get along, no more run’n, no more fighting, no more ‘Joel stop!’” he mocked. “Then the 5 of us and whatever other children we’re blessed with can all live together as one big happy family.”

Joel sat you between his legs like you always used to after a bath, Ellie in both your arms as he nursed. “Knew you’d fuck up that room, little one. My brave girl. Always so strong, so resilient. You wanted to get to Dolly, didn’t you?”

“Yes” it was the truth, at least. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in Joel’s arms even now… what was wrong with you? Why were you like this? How had he broken you down this badly? “Just… just wanted to be with her…”

“I understand. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely perfect” and she was, Ellie was everything.

A knock on the door; Joel beckoned them in.

“Watch your fucking eyes.” He snapped at his man bringing you food and water, despite this very man having been there when you were raped in the kitchen… a little breastfeeding wouldn’t had much to the fantasies.

When Ellie was done, fallen quickly asleep, Joel took her and laid her in her crib before doing what you knew was only inevitable.

He laid down beside you, handings trailing you body, muttering about much he missed you, how much he missed your body. “My perfect girl…” In gentle whispers, he spoke praises into your mouth between kisses, hand trailing between your legs. You hated your body for responding to him, you hated the way he made you feel so good and you hated how you would kiss him hours after murdering your brother and friend… But Ellie. Ellie is what mattered. Ellie needed to be safe, she needed her mom, and she needed no more of her family dead. So, you kissed Joel. You kissed Joel the way you had kissed Tommy only earlier this week as he swore to you he’d be the father of the child in that crib. Your life with Tommy crumbled down before you, as did any chance of happiness.

“Joel, I haven't bathed in days…”

“Don’t care, need you”

“Joel it huuurts” You begin to cry, despite knowing that only ever has turned him on more. “Please?” 4 days was not a lot of time to heal, the tearing still evident in you.

Pulling away, Joel looks at you, cupping your face with large, calloused hands. “We need to work together on this, little one. Give a little, get a little. For Dolly.”

Damn him. Damn him and the way he made your stomach burn, damn him and the way his touch felt so good and how you wanted to just be a happy family with him even now… And damn him for knowing how to use Ellie to manipulate you.

“Can we… can we do anal?”

The surprise was evident on his face, bed creaking as he sat up. “You’d prefer to take it in your ass instead of your pussy?”

As you gaze up at him, the concern on his face was clear… oh how he confused you. “I think it would hurt less.”

His features softened as you spoke, laying back down beside you to kiss your neck. “Just focus on my hand right now, sweet girl.” And you did. You did because you were a mess, you were disgusting, you were heartbroken and sad and lonely and you wanted Tommy but you had Joel and he had treated you well didn’t he? Maybe this was survivable… maybe. But you had to please him, and Joel always made you cum. Your pleasure turned him on… so you allowed yourself to sink into the swirling touch of Joel Miller’s fingers.

His touch was gentle but pressing and urgent; patience yet needy, as if making you cum would rebuild the bubble that he had built all those months… and it just might. Your cunt feel empty when it pulses around nothing but you are thankful you are able to get this wet, to orgasm still… The natural lubrication will help with taking his dick up your ass. When the climax was over, you took the chance to relax… it would hurt less if you relaxed.

“Roll over” He ordered, and you did as you were told before Joels straddled your thighs, hands rubbing up and down your mostly-clothes body. “Such a pretty girl… such a perfect girl, and all mine… I don’t care that Tommy fucked this sweet little pussy” Joel reached down to rub your swollen lips. “I don’t care. Once you’re healed up, I’m gonna cum inside you every goddamn day until you give me another baby, gonna fuck a baseball team into you.”

Of course he is. Of course. You wouldn’t expect nothing else from him; he wanted to keep you trapped with him forever… All the love you felt for Ellie was going to multiply tenfold, and you could never, ever leave with that many.

As Joel lined his cock up, swiping it up and down your asscrack and the crease of your thighs, you burry your face in the pillow. Joel wasn’t going to prep you at all, was he? He was going to just fuck you, rip you open and punish you-

“Oh little one… you’ve had a long day, haven't you? Yeah… You’ve been good, I’ll meet you halfway” Joel slid his cock between your plump thighs.

You lift your head off the pillow. “What? What are you doing?”

He began to pump, fucking your thighs and making the bed creak enough you made a mental note to ask Jack to oil it- fuck, Jack was dead, dead because he saw you trying to escape and took you back to Lorenzo. Dead because he went to get Zach to save his life… All of them ended up dead anyway. Jack, Maura, Lorenzo, and my dear brother who had only ever tried to help you. Now June was essentially Tommy’s wife just as you were Joel’s and although you trusted Tommy not to hurt her, she was in a house full of raiders… and Joel.

“Let it out, baby, let it out.” Joel cooed as he thrusted between your legss; one or twice he spit down between them to keep the lubrication going but it wasn’t long before he pulled out, jerking himself as he painted a picture of his cum on your ass and thighs. “Beautiful girl… beautiful.” The cum was like lotion as he rubbed it along you, rubbing your aching muscles… Did he love you? Truly?

When Joel leaves to boil water for the bath, you go to pick up Ellie. You needed her, needed her painfully. You wanted to make up for lost time in those four days she was gone, and away from you; she needed skin to skin, she needed love, she needed her mama’s voice… she needed you.

Joel could hear you from outside the door, peaking through the crack to watch you cuddle his daughter… you were a good mom. You loved Sarah like he did, you cared for her, you wanted the best for her. You just needed to learn, that’s all. Learn that Joel was the only man that mattered, learn that giving Sarah a family with siblings and two loving parents was more important than your own personal feelings. You simple needed to learn that Joel knew what’s best. He’d take care of you, take care of you like he always did; protecting you. He wouldn’t make the mistakes he made with Nick, Tommy, Lorenzo, Jack… Tommy would watch you while he was gone, but he knew Tommy, and Tommy was a simple man. Place a pretty girl in his bed, and it wouldn’t take long before they were fucking, and once Tommy fucked a girl, well… he latched on fast. Probably his mommy issues.

You were so sweet with Dolly, so careful, so attentive… even now, you sang to her and Joel thought this was the only sight he needed to see for the rest of his life: You, freshly fucked and beautiful with Dolly asleep in your arms as you sang.

What Joel didn’t know was your thoughts were consumed by your brother, dead outside with a gunshot in his head. Maybe you could ask him and Lorenzo to be buried together… it was the least you could do for your first protector… your soldier, your guardian who died in vain fighting for your safety after a lifetime of taking your beatings.

“Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home”

The bath after sex felt exactly like it always had.

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YEEEEEEEEEEEESH goodbye Zach and Lorenzo!!! my babies! my favorite couple! (im so sorry fen. I murdered your boy!) Also sorry angela buuuuuuuuuutttt you knew this was happening.

Honestly my heart aches for Zach. I have an older brother who was largly my protector in my childhood, my best friend for so long and I love him lots. Thats who zach is based off of for me but i dont wanna give a faceclaim bc I tryyyyyyy to make little one race inclusive (i know i didn't do perfect with the details of her bruisings but it can be hard) If any of my mutuals wanna see a pic Ill show you XD

Remember when I said taylor russle was June's faceclaim? I lied. I saw a picture of Alisha Boe and was like!!!!!! wait no thats her!!!! so now shes on this header.

JUNE AND TOMMY PLOT TWIST what do we think will happen there??? (June is canon bisexual, so dont let her marrying Maura in ghost of you series throw you off. She's the one who told little one all she really knew about sex.)

PLEASE LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND THEORIES!!!! RBS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO SPREAD WORK but I like you know what you guys are thinkig!!! what part was the hardest to read? what are your thoughts on how this goes? One june and tommy? the deaths of jack and maura as well as tommy and lorenzo? Joel suddenly being very condesending to little one and almost like a schoolyard bully to tommy? all this happening while holding ellie?

He kinda reminds me of Joe Goldberg in You lol carrying Henry around with him on his lil stalking trips

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Love Makes a Family (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Summary: Reader's dad passes away and Ona goes back to Spain for the funeral

I wrote it quickly and didn't really proof it. Some days I just can't do the little things and that's okay.

“Hi, love. How are you?” Ona asked, her voice cheerful as she sipped her morning coffee.

“My dad died,” you choked out. You were surprised you were able to say it out loud. “I need you.”

Ona took the first flight out of Manchester and landed in Barcelona before the end of the day. You and Ona had come up in La Masía together. Ona spent every weekend at home with your family. She called your dad "papa."

No one in the family knew that your friendship had transformed into love except your dad. You’d wanted to wait a bit before telling anyone else. Your dad had been sick for a while and you'd known the end was coming. Ona texted you when she was close to your parent's, your mom's, house and you went down to the front door of the building to wait for her.

She hastily got out of the car, letting her bag drop on the doorstep so she could pull you into her. Your throat tightened and the tears immediately started falling again. You clung to her, barely registering the tight grip she had on you to hold you upright.

"It's alright, my love. Let it out." The two of you held each other there for another minute before you heard your brother calling for you.

Stepping back, you took in Ona's face. Her eyes were red and her face splotchy. Lifting your hands to her cheeks, you kissed her softly. "How are you doing?"

"I'll be fine." She brought your hand to her lips. "We'll be fine. I want to see mama now."

"She's in her bedroom. She won't come out." Ona put a hand on your back as you walked up the stairs to the second floor apartment.

"Oni, I didn't know you were coming," your brother said when you walked in with Ona. He walked over to hug her. You could hear them whispering to each other quietly. Their relationship had always been a comfort to you. You brother didn't like many people but he loved Ona.

You let her go to see your mom alone. She hadn't said much to you since the doctor's had come out to say he was gone. Each time you'd gone in to check on her, she had been sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the bedroom window.

The sob you heard escape the bedroom surprised you. It was the first time she had cried out loud. You exchanged a look with your brother. Of course it would be Ona's shoulder your mother would finally cry on. Hearing it brought a fresh round of tears for both of you.

If you weren't so filled with emptiness, you might've felt love for the woman fill your body.

She came out nearly an hour later, her shirt slightly darker on the shoulder where tears had soaked in. She came to you in the kitchen, standing next to you and letting your arms touch. You'd always been comfortable touching each other in front of your family but Ona was feeling the need to not overstep anything right now. Various family members had come while she'd been in the bedroom and were standing around the kitchen and living room.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked quietly. "I'll go get anything you want."

You smiled at her. "A couple of the girls are bringing food over. But I'm not hungry." Resting your chin on her shoulder, you wrapped an arm around her waist. "Did she say anything?"

"Only that she was glad we were all here. I think it's just starting to sink in."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm here with you guys. That's what I need right now. I'll be okay."

"Mi prima." Turning, you saw Leila come in with Patri and Aitana in tow. Each carried a bag of food that they set on the counter before pulling you both into a group hug. You were happy Leila could come for Ona because they had always been very close. Ona could lean on Leila if she needed someone besides you or your brother.

Patri took your face in her hands and kissed your cheek. "Hola, bebe. How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay. Worried about my mom, though. She hasn’t come out of her room since we got home."

"I'll take her something to eat," Aitana offered. She fixed a plate and left the kitchen.

"When was the last time either of you ate?" Leila asked. She stood with her arm around Ona's shoulders, looking between the two of you. Ona looked at you.

"I, I don't remember," you admitted.

"I had a coffee this morning."

"Alright, food for both of you, too. Let's go." She squeezed Ona's shoulder before letting her go to get two plates. She handed one to each of you and gestured towards the food Aitana had taken out of the bags. "Come on, you have to eat. I'll get your brother, too." She nodded at Patri to take over and left to find him.

Ona nudged you forward. You really did not feel like eating anything. The thought of food was making you sick. "I don't want anything."

"I don't either," she admitted. "But maybe we should eat a little bit. I can't tell if I'm feeling sick from the thought of eating or because I haven't eaten in so long." She was always so in sync with you. You should've known she'd be feeling the same way. As if she read your thoughts, she said, "It's okay, babe."

"Babe?" Patri muttered. "Interesting development." You saw Ona shove her and felt the first genuine smile forming on your face.

"Not the time or place, Guijarro." Ona stepped up to the counter next to you and you felt her take a sharp intake of breath. "He, um," she started after a few seconds, "he taught me how to make this. We made it together all the time."

She tried to wipe the tears away quickly but you saw her. Tossing your plate on the counter, you wrapped both arms around her shoulders, holding her shaking body to yours. Patri came up and wrapped an arm around each of you, resting her forehead against yours.

Over the next couple days, small things would set off a fresh stream of tears. A phrase used. A food. A scent. A memory. A song. Your papa was a man who loved everyone and everyone who stopped by had a story to tell about him.

You and Ona and your brother leaned on each other when you needed to. Ona did eventually coax your mom out of her bedroom. Being with the family and the friends who stopped in seemed to help her settle. She still wasn't talking much but at least she had a small smile on her face.

The morning of the funeral, you dressed quietly with Ona. She closed the zipper of your dress and left a small kiss on your shoulder. You helped her pin her hair back. Before leaving your room, you gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her hand.

"I know you'd be here regardless of my asking, but thank you for being here. I don't know if I'd have gotten through this week without you. We needed you."

"And I needed all of you."

Everything for the funeral ran smoothly. As smoothly as a funeral could go, at least. It wasn’t until you began organizing everyone to walk behind the casket out to the burial site that your uncle stepped up, blocking your way. Or Ona's way specifically.

"Ona, you have to go to the back. We want the family to be up here in the front."

Your hand tightened on hers. "She is family," you answered.

"Y/N, it's okay," Ona whispered. "I'll let your cousins come up here. I'll come behind them."

"It's not okay. He was your dad, too."

"What's going on?" you brother asked, stepping up next to your uncle. The entire funeral had stopped for this conversation.

"I need Ona to go to the back and let the family come through first."

Upon hearing this, your brother immediately turned around to stand next to Ona and put an arm around her shoulders. "She's exactly where she should be. Now can we please proceed?"

"Look, kids, I'm sorry, but sometimes you have to do things a proper way."

"She's not going anywhere." Ona's hand tightened on yours. You looked at her and could see her eyes had filled with tears again. "Tio, just let us be," you begged, wrapping an arm around Ona's shoulder and pulling her close to your side. Your mom appeared beside you, rubbing a hand on your arm.

"¿Está todo bien?"

"No, mama. Tio wants Ona to go to the back, behind the family." You'd never seen your mom get angry so fast. Her entire face changed from that of complete devastation and exhaustion to horrified and mad in a split second.

Moving in front of you and Ona, she stood facing your uncle. "My children will all walk right behind their father. That's it."

"But Ona is - "

"Ona is ours. Blood doesn't make a family. Love does. We love her like she's ours. They'll all walk with me." Her voice left no room for discussion.

"As you wish." He stepped aside, letting the four of you pass. You'd always gotten along with your uncle but you knew this moment was going to take you a while to get over.

Ona clung to your tightly for the remainder of the day. You knew that discussion had hurt her, despite how possessive your mom and brother had been over her. While she was already feeling raw from papa's death, someone had come in and tried to take the rest of the family from her. Words would never be enough to repair the damage that had caused.

In the evening, as the entire family filled your mom's apartment, you and Ona sat quietly on the couch. Your arm was around her, your fingers gently running up and down her arm. Her head rested on your shoulder and your cheek rested on her head. Her hand covered yours over her knee.

"Love makes a family," you whispered. Your mom's words had been swirling in your head all evening. You couldn't get them out.

"Hmm?" she asked, not lifting her head.

"Love makes a family," you repeated. You nudged her so she'd look up at you. "Papa told me something a couple weeks before he died. He said to take care of mom. Obviously. And he told me not to wait too long to make you officially part of this family." You cupped her cheek. "We don't break promises to papa."

"No, we don't." She smiled, leaning into you to rest her forehead against yours. "I love you," she whispered.

"You're ours, Ona. No matter what anyone says. We're family. Always."

#i don't really know what this is but yesterday sucked #so you get a fic for it #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader

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I love your Steve as 007 au!!! Especially how unique it is, (spoilers: with Steve’s parents being Martin Brenner and Connie Frazier) it’s super cool!!! And no pressure if you’re not doing it anymore, but I’d love to see where it goes from here :D

So that one is on the back burner while I finish out my current three WIPs. Once those are done, I think that one and my cyoa are my next projects (Along with the never ending one shots I have) God I write too much

Anyway all that to say, I will continue it eventually, but here take a random little snippet from it!!

"Steve's just always known when we weren't okay," Carol sniffed, pressing the tissue under her eyes, even though she hadn't really started crying, "I just thought it was one of those Steve things, you know,"

"Known?" Nancy asked, unsure of exactly what she meant.

"Known," Carol answered, giving the other girl a watery smile, "He knew when my mom died. I found out in the morning- car accident. I locked myself in my room and just wailed the entire day. I cried so hard I threw up, and I thought I was never gonna stop. Then I heard a knock on my window, and Steve and Tommy were there."

Nancy had known Carol's mom had passed away when they were all thirteen, but she had known in the removed factual kind of way. The way a person knows that wars happen, or people's homes burn down. Detached.

But now she could see it in her head. A small Carol who was only Mike's age wrapped up in her bed, sobbing into her pillows, lifting her head to see her two favorite people staring at her from the window.

It hurt to think about.

"They had stolen his dad's car, because Steve had gotten a really bad stomachache, and said that I was hurting. Tommy just believed him, because that's how he is,"

Nancy knew that well. If Steve even said jump, Tommy would be begging to know how high. It had always been kind of pathetic to her, but now she could see it for what it was. Loyalty to a fault.

She didn't say any of that, just handed Carol another tissue and waited for her to keep going.

"It was the first time Steve ever tried driving and god his dad was mad. Smacked Steve right across the face and told him to never even think of doing something like that again. But he did. When Tommy's dad left, he drove to my house and told me that Tommy wasn't okay. I had assumed Steve called Tommy, but when we got there, he had no idea we were showing up. " Carol noisily blew her nose, and tossed it in the trashcan by their feet.

"I thought it was something special for just the three of us."

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Laura Cunningham had gone through her daughter's diary and found out she had a crush on Eddie Munson. It's why she tried to make Chrissy date Jason. Although Chrissy thought it wouldn't be fair to Jason, considering she didn't like him at all.

"I don't want to go out with you, Jason. I want to be honest with you," Chrissy said. "It's what my mother wants."

"We all have to do things we don't want. Once you start getting to know me, then I'm sure you'll be glad you listened to your mother," Jason replied.

"What's something that you don't want to do but feel like you have to?" Chrissy asked.

"Well, my dad wants to me come work for him after college. I don't really want to work for the insurance business, but my dad says he makes good money, so you got to have money to live, right?" Jason asked.

"You know, there are other ways of making money, right? If you don't want to work for your dad, then you don't have to. A parent's love shouldn't be conditional on whether their child does something for them. Being happy while making it in this world should be the only thing that should matter to them. If they can't do that, that's on them," Chrissy replied. "Besides, don't you think you deserve better than someone who was asked to date you?"

She slipped out of his grasp and walked away from him. As she walked home, the feeling of defiance weighing heavily on her shoulders, she stopped and got herself a burger. When Chrissy got home, smelling of burgers, she told her mother about rejecting Jason. She also told Laura that she was going to be making her own decisions now. It was the first time that Laura had hit her. Sure, she had called her names and starved her a bit, but she never laid her hands on Chrissy. Laura had hit her hard, too. Chrissy was dizzy, her nose was dripping blood, and her eye was aching. Laura had frozen, which had given Chrissy plenty of time to lock herself in her room and call the police.

Now, here she was, standing in front of her aunt's trailer with most of her things packed in the back of her aunt's car. An aunt. Laura's sister, who Chrissy was told, had died. There were no pictures of her in the house, and though Chrissy had met her when she was younger, apparently, she had no memory of her. Darlene Blake looked at her curiously.

"I know, it's not what you're used to, honey," Darlene said.

"I like it. It's like a little community. It feels. . .cozy," Chrissy smiled. "Can I explore a bit after I unpack?"

"I don't see why not. Most of the folks here are friendly. Some people here they seem like their bite is worse than bark. It's not. They're grumpy bears on the surface, but in the middle, it's nothing but a giant soft marshmallow," Darlene replied, and Chrissy giggled. "It is a good community."

As Chrissy unpacked with the help of her aunt, a question was eating at her.

"Aunt Darlene?" Chrissy asked.

"Yes, sugarplum?"

"Can I ask what happened with you and my mother?" Chrissy asked.

"Honey, don't be afraid to ask me anything," she said and sighed. "You ought to know since you're going to be living with me. When your mother found out that I was only interested in women, she was disgusted by it, and she said that if I ever came near you again, she'd call the cops and tell everyone what I am," Darlene said, looking down.

Chrissy hugged her aunt tightly around the middle. She had a lot more weight on her than Chrissy did, so her arms didn't go all the way around her. It was nice. She hadn't been here long, but already, she felt like this was what a mother should be like. Darlene wrapped her strong arms tightly around her and kissed the top of her head.

"It's not just boys that I like," Chrissy whispered.

Darlene pulled back and cupped her face.

"Thanks for telling me," she said softly, tears in her eyes. "Sweet girl."

After unpacking, Chrissy switched out her skirt for shorts and pulled on a pair of sneakers. Darlene had given her a container to give to the Munsons who lived across the way. It was a little more distance than Darlene told her it was, but Chrissy made it to the Munson trailer. She moved to knock on the door.

"Chrissy Cunningham?"

She jumped and dropped the container. Sitting on the couch that was on his porch was Eddie Munson. He was smoking.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Eddie said kindly.

"It's okay, I didn't see you there," Chrissy said and picked up the container.

"Not to sound rude or anything, but what brings you around here?" Eddie asked.

"My aunt Darlene wanted to give this back to you," Chrissy said, holding it out to him.

"Ah, Lennie's your aunt?" Eddie asked with surprise as he took the container, banging on it like a drum.

"Yeah, she said that I should give you a smack if you called her that," Chrissy giggled. "I won't do that."

"Oh, come on, now," Eddie said, rolling up his sleeves and tossing the container aside. "I deserve it. Lay one one me, Cunningham."

"No!" Chrissy said shaking with laughter.

"Come on!" Eddie said slapping his skin.

"Fine!"

She tentatively smacked him in the arm.

"Harder than that!"

She hit him a little harder this time. He groaned mockingly, collapsing on the couch and clutching it.

"You know not of the strength you wield, Lady Cunningham. You have broketh my arm!" Eddie cried, leaning over and letting his arm dangle. "Yes! Indeed, it is broketh."

Chrissy couldn't control her laughter, clutching her stomach at the sight of him. She snorted. Horrified at the sound she made, she covered her mouth. Eddie burst into laughter and jumped up, moving closer to her to remove her hands from her mouth.

"So, are you just visiting your aunt?" Eddie asked once the laughter died down.

"Moving in," she replied.

"It must be quite the step down," Eddie said.

"It's actually a step up! I love it here!" Chrissy exclaimed with a grin.

"It must have been real bad if this is better than the big house you lived in," Eddie said. Chrissy's smile faltered, and she winced. Eddie realized what he said a moment later. "Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I sometimes put my foot in my big fat mouth."

Chrissy laughed and shook his hand that he held out to her.

"Do you want to show me that devil music you listen to that I've heard so much about?" Chrissy asked.

He quickly put out his cigarette, grabbed her hand, and dragged her inside the trailer where an older man was sitting on the couch.

"Don't mind me, Uncle Wayne, just bringing a pretty girl into my room to listen to devil music. I promise not to sacrifice her," Eddie said quickly.

Before Chrissy could say anything to Wayne Munson, she was dragged into Eddie's room. As she sat on Eddie's bed, listening to his music, Chrissy was suddenly very grateful that her mother had snooped into her diary.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham lives #chrissy this is for you #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #hellcheer #hellcheer fanfiction #rueleigh writes #bisexual appreciation #bisexual chrissy cunningham

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Horror Lingers in Hope

So, this is my first proper SM ficlet, and it's Roy angst because of course it is. I wrote this about a month ago, but refined it since and am posting to get extra hype going for the impending release of HS!

TW: Nothing explicit, but there is reference to past CSA, as should be expected from a Roy angst fic.

Roy was honestly surprised when his parents let him invite not only Susie, but Ross and Robert over. He was obviously glad, it just seemed a bit sudden. "Man, this place rocks, Roy!" Robert said as he looked around the lavish living room. "Heh, yeah, it does." was all Roy could muster, it was nice to not worry about anything for a bit, just enjoying a day with the people who mattered. "Now try coming here for dates all the time." Susie chirped, "With this fine specimen." She playfully tugged at Roy's cheek and got a little chuckle out of him. “So, being the great host I am,” Roy half-joked, “I wanted to ask; What do you guys want to do?” “Wait, you said you were writing a song, right? Can we hear it?” Again, Ross’s question took Roy a little off guard, it’s not that he didn’t like the attention, I was just something he wasn’t used to, at least not in this way. “Only, and I mean only, if you promise not to make fun of how cheesy it is.” Which it was, a ballad he was working on for Susie, he’d never admit it, but it started as a birthday present he didn’t finish in time.Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Susie butted in, “AND if you promise not to get jealous of his singing voice.” “Oh, yeah” Ross joined in, “I don’t think I’ve heard you sing, man.“ “Then you’re missing out. Trust me.” “Why are you saying that like I’M the talented one?” “Roy, you’ve heard me sing, you know which one of us has that kind of talent!” “I know, I know, you’re just a lot of fun to mess with.” And without missing a beat, Susie responded to her boyfriend the exact way he expected from her and loved her for, “Yep, we’re really in sync like that.”

That was when Roy's mother poked around the corner "Does anyone want anything? I've been meaning to try some new smoothie recipes." "Nope, but thanks for the offer, Mrs. L." Ross responded for the group, he really had a way of reading the room.

Just then there was a knock at the front door *knock--knock* Roy's hearing suddenly clouded as he heard his father in the next room say "Ah, on time for once." Suddenly everything seemed darker, everyone turned to him. Their mouths didn't seem to move, yet he could hear them, in unison "Go on Reynold, answer it." He suddenly found himself right in front of that door, the knock came again, faster *knock-knock* Roy felt something in his hand, nevermind the fact that it hadn't moved. The door opened and there he was. "Hey little man. Long time no see."

Suddenly Susie entered from Roy's peripheral vision approaching that monster, a calm, accepting smile on her face, yet her eyes full of tears, pleading through acceptance. "Thanks for this little number, Roy. Still not quite on par with those 2 treats you got me a few years back." "No-NO, NO! You're dead, you died that Halloween! You're gone! GONE!" Even with the door open, that knocking persisted *knockknock-knockknock "Thanks again, kiddo." He said as he wrapped his arm around Susie's. Her voice sounded so peaceful as she said; “Don’t worry, Roy. This is how it was always going to be.”. "You've done wonders for you're dear uncle." His voice rang out as the knocking turned into a near constant drone of beating against Roy’s mind. He tried to reach out, to pull Susie away, to do ANYTHING. But he couldn’t, he ran faster and faster, but with every step he felt like something was pulling him down.

Roy damn near fell out of his bed when he lurched forward as he awoke in a frigid sweat. The quiet of the night and the air around him feeling like a gentle hand on his shoulder telling him to leave that horror behind. Telling him to leave it behind in the exact way he couldn't leave it behind. Not alone. But he already told Ross and Robert everything, they'd already helped as much as they could. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell he could tell dad, not yet. Mom, maybe, at least she wouldn't feel betrayed be her own blood. And Susie… how would he even start telling her? It didn’t matter, he had to tell them... Soon, sometime soon....

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This story takes place in my AU death swap, Basically a lot of the deaths are swapped Charlie is alive Sammy is dead, Michael gets his self grabbed by circus baby and Elizabeth does Michael's role in sister location and gets herself scooped. Now Evan who survived the bite and became a murder guy just like his dear old dad. This is right after the events of Elizabeth waking up and being found by Charlie Evans coming in to give the more information on what happened. Or so they think Evans about to lie through his teeth for like 3 minutes straight

Sorry if there's a couple mistakes I really pushed this out to make the day! but it was really fun having to write things quicker :3

TW: Mentions of blood, death, mental illness, Murder.

Anyway my submission for the last day of the bash @and-stir-the-stars I hope you like it!

Evan stood outside of the building. It was in a bit of a dirty part of town but was still nice enough.. honestly it was better than he was expecting. His boots didn't even get that dirty as he walked over to the collection of buzzers on the outside of the apartment looking for Elizabeth's apartment number.

Evan pressed the correct button and cleared his voice.

“Hello”

Susie's voice hasn't changed a bit in the almost 7 years since he spoke to her. Evan expected being in a band would make her voice louder, bigger but no it was still that delicate pageant girl voice that had been trained into her.

“Hey it's me Evan! Here to see Charlie and my sister!” Evan couldn't help but smile to himself despite the bite ruining his face and head, he still had inherited his father's buttery British accent.

“I thought I told you to go shove a stick up your ass…” and The nice Christian slightly overweight, pageant girl was gone and the Punk girl who thought she was interesting was back.

Evan was hoping the charisma that he had been practicing almost his whole life would get her to be a little bit less obnoxious..

Evan replied with a good natured laugh hiding his annoyance. “Funny but Susie this is serious if you could just open the door for me I love that!”

He heard a bit of chatter too far for the small speaker to pick up. Charlie had intervened, thank God he liked Charlie.

“Sorry about her Evan! She's just a little bit on edge. I'll let you in!” Evan smiled. Charlie was nice. Charlie always came to the hospital to read him books when he could not read himself. She had always been kinder to him than anyone else other than maybe Elizabeth. The only problem with Charlie had been how she liked Michael. He hated how they were friends and then he hated when they were together. One of the many things that had gotten better once Michael had died.

He heard the door open. There was Charlie, a tired smile on her face, Her dark brown hair Wild.. She was wearing some band t-shirt he didn't recognize And comfortable loose sweatpants. She looked like she hadn't slept in days.

“Charlie!” Evan smiled hugging her tight as he felt her arms wrap around him. Always forgot how tall she was.

“Evan I'm so sorry we didn't talk sooner just with school.. and the band… and work. It's been a lot.. I'm so glad you're okay man..” Charlie let out a sigh letting go of him. Evan understood..

His less important job at Freddy's and his more important job of gathering remnant took up most of his time.

“Same here Charlie…” And Evan was telling the truth it wasn't part of the plan to have Charlie go down to Circus baby's entertainment and rentals. He had any say in it his sister wouldn't have either. But it was all part of his father's plan so Evan had no choice

Evan and Charlie talked a little bit as they walked through the door and got into the elevator in the apartment. Apparently school was going well and she had gotten a job working for a computer company doing programming. The band was also going to perform at a big venue next month or it was..

But Evan wasn't really listening to the chatter though. He was thinking about Elizabeth. From what he had heard over the phone she was dead.

Charlie had told him the whole story through heavy gasps and obvious tears. How they had gotten the call from William telling them that Michael was down in Circus baby's entertainment and rentals and they needed to put him back together. How Elizabeth got a job as a night technician and Charlie got a job as a day technician. How Elizabeth had fought through the first four nights with the help of a mysterious voice revealed to be the main star herself, Circus baby.

How on the 5th night circus baby and all the other animatronics had tore themselves apart and melted together into a new monster that called itself Ennard. How they head killed the other technicians and nearly killed Charlie but stopped. Evan had heard Charlie's voice break when she mentioned the monster had Michael's voice.

And then the monster, the horrible wire thing lured Elizabeth into the scooping room and ripped her to shreds. It had stolen his sister's skin.

He felt a bit vindicated, he was right all those years of Michael playing like he was some kind of saint. Refusing to kill, refusing to get blood on his hands even though he wasn't Michael with free will, she was Baby the killing machine..

He was getting spiteful, Charlie noticed.

“Gosh Evan, I didn't know you hated Computer programming so much.” Charlie looked over nervous as the elevator door opened. Evan had let his mask slip that was bad..

“No I was just thinking of everything that happened, I'm So Sorry Charlie..” It was a good enough excuse and he was sorry. Evan knew he and Elizabeth were estranged and she hated him, but he hated the idea of something that horrible happening to her.

But he also had to admit he loved the vision of it. Blood and visceral everywhere organs spilling on the ground and Michael once again covered in blood. Evan thought of the years that he had spent checking the camera footage of Baby's room, to see the cowardly thing crying to herself or pleading for someone to acknowledge she was Michael. How she had refused to do the one thing she was built for.. and she still ended up covered in blood! since that was all Michael was good for getting his siblings blood everywhere

The two of them stopped at number 5. Even if Charlie hadn't guided him Evan would know this was Elizabeth's home. A pride flag sticker was on the door.

“Yeah.. Liz and Susie aren't exactly secretive about….” Charlie let out a small chuckle as she opened the door. Evan couldn't help it. He did too, her laughter even so small, sad and tired was infectious.

“What are you laughing at…” And there was Susie. Jesus Christ. Time had sculpted the Pink dress, wearing golden curls, Bible reciting, Susie he had known into a black clad, imposing woman. Evan could still see the traces of the shy, homeschooled, girl he remembered. But None of the kindness she had held for him as a child still lurked in her eyes.

“Nice to meet you again!” Evan put on his most charming smile, Reaching out his Hand to be shook.

Susie just stared down at his hand, Her bright blue eyes looking at him with such hatred he almost feared that she knew how many lives his hands had taken. They stood there for a minute before Charlie broke the silence.

“Um.. Let's just go inside.. I can make everybody some coffee!” Charlie said nervously. Susie nodded sharply, moving out of the way so both Charlie and Evan could get into the apartment.

Evan stepped inside and he had to admit, the apartment was nice. There was a cozy old couch and armchair with a nice, if slightly rickety table to sit and have meals at. There were a couple shelves filled with records, a drum kit and two electric guitars.

“Not fancy enough for you?” He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Susie's voice.

“No, it's a nice place..” It wasn't the sort of place Evan wanted to live, but it seemed to fit Elizabeth, Susie and Charlie well enough.

It was definitely nicer than his room back at his father's house. He hadn't changed it since he was carted off to the hospital on that fateful birthday in 1983. His father didn't let him change it.

“Yeah sure…” Susie sat down on the couch. Evan sat down on the chair beginning to hear the noises of Charlie making coffee in what seemed to be a small kitchen.

“Did you know your dad was sending my girlfriend, your sister, his f****** daughter down to Hell?” Her voice was accusatory and angry. Evan did know. Evan knew that place was a death trap, That there was a chance his sister wouldn't come out of there. But what was he going to do about it? it's not like he could change anything, like he could stop it?

“No! And I swear to God my dad didn't either! He's already having a discussion with the owners of rentals” Evan tries to believe the lie himself, tries to believe that his father didn't mean for his only daughter to die.

He did not know his father's plan but he had a feeling that Elizabeth was supposed to die down there.

“Susie, can we please not get accusatory! I know you're scared, I am too but Evan's here to help us fix this” Charlie stumbled in with three coffee mugs. Evan gratefully took a big long sip.

“I get it! you think he can help but Elizabeth doesn't want to see him and Elizabeth is the one who's..” Susie stops herself from saying that part. Evan can only imagine what it must be like.. He doesn't know much about their relationship other than it's romantic. To have your partner become a monster before your eyes must be horrifying.

Susie and Charlie began to whisper.

It was almost sweet.. To love someone that much, to be loved that much. Avenue nothing of love. He was almost certain he couldn't feel it, just another sign that he was broken.. He wondered if his father didn't feel love. He wondered if it was the bite that made another part of his brain broken..

The whispering stopped and Susie, her face still a mask of anger yelled out. "Liz! Evans here!”

Evan put on his best Charming, biggest, I've missed you sister, smile. As he ran through the possibilities of what his sister actually would look like. He wasn't good at the supernatural science of it all, but he had a basic understanding of how these things worked and Elizabeth's condition was nothing he had ever heard of.

There was a possibility that dad had just never told him about anything like this but he didn't think so.

And then trudging out from the hallway which presumably led to Susie and Elizabeth's room came Elizabeth.

Elizabeth trudged out with an angry look on her face. The first thing ever noticed was that his sister was missing half of her face. The entire skin on the right side of her face was gone revealing the bone. Her skin was also pinkish purple… And she was covered in..

“Sticky notes?” Evan said in confusion. Now that was a big slip up his first words were supposed to be something inviting, not sticky notes… He couldn't help it! He was surprised! Evan didn't know exactly what he had been expecting but not this….

“Sorry I was busy writing you know all of this being sent to my death by my father, seeing the kind of ghost of My Dead Brother and becoming a zombie business gave me some killer ideas for music..” Elizabeth ruled her eye and Susie let out a small chuckle

Evan, cleared his throat

“It's been so long, Elizabeth! I know it's under bad circumstances but still it's wonderful to be back together!”

Evan hopes that his words were convincing enough. Despite not wanting anything to do with them, Elizabeth was still an Afton, so she was able to recognize manipulation but all those years away from father probably lessened the skill.

“Stop trying to be my brother.. Just get this over with so I can get back to songwriting and cuddling my girlfriend” Elizabeth looked away; she only had one eye now. And that one eye was filled with such hatred.

“Yeah and you better not tell any faz-themed lies you little company rat” Susie looked like at any minute if Evan said Susie deemed a lie, her fist would be planted in his shattered skull.

Charlie gave them both a stop fighting look before speaking

“You work with William, you know something about the rentals and what happened to Michael right?”

“Yes I do..” Now it was time for the lie.. Evan had been practicing this. His father had gone through the basic idea of what he was supposed to say but Evan had added on details..

“As you all probably remember, on the Opening day of Circus Baby's Pizza World there was a gas leak..” This he had gone through with his father there was never a gas leak.

Most of the “gas” was just circus baby overheating and letting out excess smoke because her body wasn't built to fit someone of Michael's size

All three of the women's faces fell dark. Evan could remember that day just like they did.. Smoke choking the air, children running in fear and Elizabeth stepping out of the party room covered in pizza sauce. It was really Michael's blood, but William had convinced everyone that the gas had tampered with Elizabeth's mind and she had just wandered into the kitchen and spilled tomato sauce. How poor little Elizabeth hadn't been able to understand what she had just seen and had begun to cry that circus baby ate Michael..

“But what you don't know is that the gas leak was caused by Michael…” Evan tried to look somber but he could barely hold in his grin. He had added this part. And the next one

Charlie began to fidget uncomfortably. She had been closer with Michael than anyone at that time; this was going to hurt her a lot..

“He went mad I think quite a while ago.. Was convinced he needed to combine himself with the machines. Made an excuse of getting ice cream for you Elizabeth, then rigged circus baby so she would instead of handing out ice cream pull ice cream in and in this case he was ice cream..” Oh this was fun to see, the look on Elizabeth and Charlie's faces. He cared for them both but the way they liked Michael after everything he did made Evan's blood boil..

“No no you're lying! he wouldn't- I knew him! he-we had a plan! he wouldn't-” Charlie got up beginning to pace.

Evan just sat there trying to look sad. “I'm afraid it's true.. My father didn't tell anyone, fearing that him and Henry would be under more scrutiny and I know it's wrong! He regrets it a lot! but he was scared and sad and thought that was the best decision..”

Evan spoke in a quiet voice trying to sound sad harder, since even though he was a good liar, seeing Charlie dislike Michael seeing her finally understand that he was a monster and a murderer made him feel good…

“So Michael went crazy and let out the gas leak and shoved himself in the robot? How does that explain him being a part of circus baby and appearing to Liz? Is he like haunting it or something?” Susie was the only one not having an emotional reaction to this; she hadn't known Michael. The only steak she had in this was her girlfriend's well-being.

“He was mentally unstable and scared and thought that was the only way he could be whole.. And yes I believe that in some form his consciousness lingers on and it influences Circus baby and the rest of the animatronics to be violent.. to do that..” Evan gestured to Elizabeth making Susie give him a death glare.

This was sort of true. Michael was Circus baby and was fully conscious. But he wasn't responsible for the others' murderous programming, dad just made the funtimes like that.

“That's why they were locked up down there. That's why they're punishment was so severe, Michaels sou-if you want to call it that made them go insane…” Elizabeth nodded along quietly.

“It makes sense, He didn't seem that sound of mind when I saw him..” Elizabeth ran an unconscious hand over the entry scar on her back where the scooper had hit and that monstrosity had torn into her.

“No, I know Michael! I knew him so well then!! We were close! If he was feeling like that he would have told me!? he would have said something, he would have like painted it or some s*** Michael doesn't-” Charlie looked around hoping for that hostility Susie and Elizabeth had to Evan earlier but his lie was good they knew he was right.

“Look Charlie I'm not saying we trust the corporate asshat over there..But it seems to line up with what Elizabeth said…” Even though Evan hated being called a corporate asshat, She was on the right track or the track he wanted her to be on.

“May I continue?” The word sounded Melancholy as if he couldn't bear to continue telling the tale.

Charlie nodded, looking like she was about to explode. Evan went ahead quickly before Charlie could say anything else

“But trapping a bloodthirsty animal in a cage makes it more vicious so All of the animatronics influenced by Michael's anger and Madness at time of death combined and used Elizabeth to escape..”

“Then I got moldy and they injected” Elizabeth added on

“Exactly and here's where it all comes in.. You brought me here to find out more information and now you've got it! but we still have a murderous pile of wires on the loose, who's willing to do worse than what happened to Elizabeth in a heartbeat…And it still thinks like Michael in some weird twisted way so.. ” Charlie stopped pacing and stared in object horror at what next was going to come out of Evan's mouth. Evan couldn't help but smile here he had been waiting for this part, he'd been waiting to even do this since he woke up in that stupid hospital bed in 1983

“We need to kill it, And Charlie I need your help to get it done…”

#fnaf death swap #crying child weekend bash #evan afton #fnaf au #tw blood #I really hope you like this...

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LFT 34

“I'm back! Did you finish polishing my Shigure?” A familiar voice stepped up next to Zoro, a wrapped sword in her arms. “You’re okay. I was worried about you.” She turned her attention to him. “There was an incident where some Marines were attacked earlier near where you were mopping, what with you disappearing I was worried, assuming you were kidnapped, I would have been responsible for your well being since I was the one who put you to work.”

Zoro was not panicking whatsoever, although he had to admit she wasn't the brightest, he would have assumed that the person who disappeared near where the Marines had been attacked was the one responsible and had fled the scene.

“The fact that you're here and unharmed must mean you ran away,” She wasn't wrong, Zoro did flee the scene of the crime before he was caught. “How sad, you must have no idea how to accept love when it comes your way,” Zoro had no idea how they had varied into this topic. It was too soon to say if he was in love with Sanji, he sure as shit wasn't running away from what they had. Besides, he loved Luffy. It was hard not to. His captain drove him crazy but he was loyal to him to the end. “So here's your stupid money back,” She took the money from her pocket and handed it to him. Now he was just confused. Wasn't she the one who said that he had to pay her back for the glasses he broke? “I don't need it, I simply can't accept it from such a heartless ingrate.”

Zoro had half a mind to go into great detail about what he had been up to last night and the fact he had a boyfriend…partner? Fuck they hadn't discussed that. “Besides look! I already got new glasses, how do they look?” She put on her new glasses and looked down towards his sword still in the shopkeeper's hands. She gasped. “That sword looks just like the Wado Ichimonji!” She exclaimed excitedly. She took his sword out of the other man's grasp. “Is this really the sword?” Zoro was confused, was his sword famous or something? It would explain why the shopkeep was desperate for it. Why was it named Wado?

“It's beautiful,” She held the sword up into the air. If he was going to name his sword he'd have named her after Kuina. “This has to be one of the twenty one O-Wazamono swords,” Zoro watched as she took out a small book and flipped through the pages, the book was filled with pictures of different swords. “See…look at this. It says here that this sword is worth no less than ten million bellis,” The shopkeep was trying to jip him, and was clearly upset that he had been caught going by how he was shaking. “But you're broke; how'd you manage to have such a legendary sword?” She asked him.

“It used to belong to my dojo master’s daughter before she died, that's all I know,” Zoro didn't even bother to contradict her statement about him being broke. “Also I'm not running away from love, I'm seeing someone we had our first date last night,” She opened her mouth to speak.

“Dammit Tashigi! You just couldn't keep your mouth shut! You just had to keep talking and tell him how much that sword was really worth! I'm gonna sue your ass for obstruction of business!” The man yelled, slamming his fist down on the counter. The dude was lucky it was him here and not Sanji who'd kick him for being rude to a lady or Nami who'd blackmail and swindle him.

“Obstruction of business? I'm so sorry for whatever I did wrong, please forgive me,” She was way too naive for her own good. Her and Kuina’s personalities were vastly different outside of sword fighting.

“Here I finished polishing your precious Shigure for ya, what a timid girl like you is doing with a sword like i'll never know,” The man pulled a sword with a green and white scarf with gold detailing. “Now just take it and get the hell out of my shop. I don't want to see you in here ever again,” The man tossed her sword, which she managed to catch before stumbling into a display of swords. How someone could be so graceful when fighting but so clumsy any other time baffled Zoro. “Pick up your damn mess and get the hell out of my shop before you destroy anything else!”

“I I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.”

“Man did she ever help you dodge a bullet. It is a complete waste to have an amateur who has no clue what its true value is wielding a legendary sword like the one you have,” The man sat back down shaking his head, he glanced over to the side. “You can pick from our lovely selection over there. Their barrel swords for 50,000 a piece. Fitting for an amateur like yourself, pick any two you like. I don't care,” the scarcum was thick in his voice.

#one piece #fanfic #roronoa zoro #zoro #lust filled thoughts #tashigi #sword #swords #wado ichimonji

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wonderlandleighleigh · 9 months

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would LOVE to see some midge/lenny convos with miss patty or Babette/morey! Think it would be so funny. LOVE love love your writing!

(Thank you!!)

"So Taylor starts to talk about ordinances and town bi-laws and Midge looks at him and says 'Taylor, if you say one more word about boring town council rules, I'm going to flash this whole room, and the scars on my tit make me look like Frankenstein, so it won't be nearly as enjoyable for everyone here as it was for the crowd at the Gaslight in '58."

The group all laugh loudly, even though four out of the five of them were there.

Lenny grins proudly and wraps an arm around his wife, rubbing her arm. "You miss one town meeting around here."

"Welcome back," Morey grins, lifting his glass. "I know it was only two days, but we missed you."

"How was the book signing?" Babette asks. "Ya get any sexy ladies wanting you to sign their bits?"

"Not this time," Lenny chuckles as he sips his own drink. "The wedding ring scares them off more often than it doesn't."

"God love a good wedding ring," Patty muses. "Wedding rings have gotten me out of more trouble than I care to admit."

Midge smirks. "And gotten you in just as much."

Everyone laughs, and Patty nods. "You said it, Sister."

"So?" Lenny asks. "What else have I missed?"

"Emily Gilmore blew through town," Midge informs him. "She stormed right into the diner and yelled at Luke because she thought he and Lorelai hadn't gotten back together."

"Wait, didn't they?" Lenny asks, frowning.

"They did," Babette confirms. "But she didn't tell her mother."

Lenny flinches. "That is a very rough relationship they have."

"It's sad," Morey comments softly. "They just can't seem to understand each other."

"That's the way things go sometimes," Midge frowns. "My son and his father never got along. Til the day Joel died, they had a strained relationship. They were constantly frustrated with each other, and Ethan is sad he didn't have a better relationship with him, but they just...couldn't figure it out."

"Kit and her mother are that way," Lenny adds. "There's a disconnect."

Patty sighs heavily. "It's really too bad. Mr. Gilmore is quite the hunk of man."

"Lord love a tall man," Babette agrees, resting her head on Morey's arm.

Midge giggles and kisses Lenny's cheek. "Damn right."

#Fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #The Schneiders of Stars Hollow #Babette x Morey #Miss Patty #Gilmore Girls

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moon-rivr · 3 months

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imagine Peter on a date with Mj but he forgot that the date night was “that” night of his “monthly man spider Shenanigans” so either there’s a werewolf moment or he slowly mutates.No worry Mj doesn’t get hurt they’ll reinvent the date

later time

pairing: peter parker x mary jane reader

contents: hair color specified (red), reassurance, and mutation (fur, fangs, and eight eyes 🥸)

author’s note: so i wasn’t sure what version of peter you wanted so i went ahead and just used tobey’s (sorry if that’s not what you wanted)

word count: 3.4k

The world seemed to disappear beneath your feet as you moved across the stage, the lights accentuating every movement that you made. All that mattered in this moment was you and the scene, that strive for perfection that you needed so badly. The weeks that you spent at your vocal coach's office proving themselves in this very moment. Every line that you delivered had the right amount of inflection, every line spoken with just enough volume that even those in the back could hear. Your movements halted as the music stopped, at the mercy of what the director would say about your performance.

"No," the director told you out flatly, the smile on your face fading away slowly. The clapping from the other aspiring actors quickly dimmed down at your rejection. The words didn't materialize in your head until you looked around to see that the rest of the cast was looking at you expectantly, a look of pity painted on their features. "Excuse me?" You asked, a bit dumbfounded as you stood in place. “I said no. We have plenty of girls like you. We're looking for someone younger, maybe someone blonde," the director didn't bother looking up this time before calling out the next person on stage.

After basically being forced to make your way off from the stage, you found yourself walking down Broadway. the path back home ignited a hollow feeling inside of you, seeing everyone's name up on the posters hanging on the wall except for your own. You should be used to this kind of rejection, since it's what you've managed to make of yourself during the multiple castings you've gone to. No matter how many times you got told no though, you couldn't help but feel the fresh sting coursing through your veins at knowing that you weren't good enough. You weren't good enough for your dad, not for the casting directors, and certainly not for Broadway.

Your attention was derived from the thoughts running through your head when you heard some cheering in the background, your eyes focusing on the swinging vigilante saving a kid from a burning building. The crowd burst out into cheers as spider-man set down the kid onto the pavement, a woman running over to the child and wrapping her arms around him in a protective matter. "Oh thank you, Spider-Man! You saved my little boy!" the woman exclaimed, tears streaming down her face from the sheer joy and shock running through her body. The praise flew straight to Peter's head, eagerly hugging the woman back after she'd embraced him.

You knew that you shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't feel jealous for all the attention that he received from the public. It'd taken Peter a while to stop being seen as a public menace to be seen as someone who wants to save the city. But you couldn't help feel a bit bitter at the recognition that he got from the people of New York, the way that they cheered him on like he was their idol. It only made you long for that feeling of being admired, of being the reason that someone gets excited. You shook your head as if that would get rid of the thoughts clouding your mind, making your way back home after the excitement of the scene died down.

"I got an alert that there was a pretty lady needing my help around here," you heard from above you, your boyfriend swinging upside down as he looked at you. "Really? Wonder where she is," you responded, coming closer to him as you slid his mask up to his nose. You hadn't seen Peter in a while due to your conflicting schedules, you with your acting career and him busy with school and his photography gig. He came down to the ground, holding you close to his body before sticking to a wall as a method to get back home faster. No matter how many times you do this, the sensation of being up in the air and looking down at everyone was something you'd never really get used to.

Peter set you down at the living room, sliding off his mask and starting to take off his suit. "How'd it go at the auditions? I’ve heard you rehearsing a couple times but I didn't wanna bother you," Peter inquired out of the blue, the rejection now making a forefront at the center of your brain. "Well, I got rejected. The director said I'm not exactly what they're looking for," you responded, sitting down on the couch as you rubbed your temples. You could tell that Peter was growing exhausted from being the primary provider between the two of you, since you didn't get a 9-5 job just in case an audition would open up just for you. Despite the exhaustion that he felt, he'd never say anything to discourage you from what made you happy.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get your big break sometime soon," he told you as he sat down next to you, holding your hands in his own. "I just don't get what i'm doing wrong. I put my all into that performance and he said I wasn't good enough because I wasn't blonde," you told Peter, a couple tears making themselves known as they streaked your cheeks. "It's his fault for not recognizing your talent, MJ. You're perfect the way you are to me, red hair and all," he whispered, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hands. He wiped your tears away with his other hand, simply holding you until you felt better.

"I'll see you later, I have to get to class before they mark me absent again," Peter spoke up after a while, rushing to change into his streetwear. You stayed seated on the couch, looking at him as he went through the motions of getting dressed. "Do you resent me in any way?" You asked him quietly, his gaze going from the belt he was trying to buckle to your eyes. "Of course not. You're going for something that you want, I could never resent you for that," he answered you, leaning over and kissing your forehead before he grabbed his backpack. You were left at square one, having to look through different casting calls and calling the few actor friends that you'd made throughout the journey.

After a few calls, you'd come up with no results or rejection under the prose that directors were simply searching for someone else. You buried your head into your pillow to wallow over the mess that your career had turned out to be, willing yourself not to burst out crying for the second time today. Just when you were thinking about running off to a farm and raising a couple cattle to make for a profit, your phone rang in your pocket. "Hello?" Your voice came out muffled as you answered the call, expecting it to be Peter or Aunt May. "Mary-Jane Watson, right?" The director from earlier asked, already sounding unimpressed with the way this conversation was headed.

"Yeah, that's me," you managed to answer after a couple seconds, pulling the pillow off from your face and straightening yourself out as if he could tell your appearance wasn't exactly Broadway worthy right now. "So, the actress that's playing Maisie called in to say she has pneumonia. The role's yours if you wanted it, the character description fits you pretty well and it's still a pretty big supporting character," the director told you, a bit of excitement and disappointment combined flaring you up at the prospect. "Uh, sure, I can do that. When do rehearsals start?" You asked him, making a mental note of all the details that he was giving you. You were excited to have the chance to act on the big stage but you wished that it wouldn't be because someone was out sick.

Peter came back home a couple hours later, coming over to kiss your cheek once he set his backpack down. "Hey, how'd your afternoon go?" He inquired, sitting down on the couch next to you as his hand rests on your knee. "It was alright, I called in to a couple friends but they said that there weren't any rehearsals available," you responded, leaning against him a bit. "Don't stress out too badly about it, something will show up before you know it," he told you, his thumb circling around your knee. "Well, about that actually. The director from earlier called and said that i could have a role in the play. Not the role I wanted, but a role's a role," you added after a couple seconds, watching as Peter grinned down at you.

"That's amazing MJ! We should go out and celebrate," Peter told you with a smile, clasping your hands in between his. You wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be celebrated, that you were simply just a second option. That you were just taking scraps from what another actress couldn’t have. But instead, you chose to swallow those words and nod meekly at him at the suggestion. "Okay, that sounds good. Do you have someplace in mind?" You asked Peter, forcing yourself to act excited about the prospect of the dinner. "Well, I was thinking that maybe we could out to that restaurant that just opened up downtown," he replied, the place making you feel a bit nervous. You knew that you and Peter's economic status wasn't exactly the best, but you weren't gonna say anything that might embarrass him.

You simply nodded along to the suggestion, smiling as Peter kissed your forehead. "I'm just gonna go out on patrol to make sure that everything's okay before we out and relax. Is that okay with you?" He told you, waiting for you to approve before he went to put on the spidersuit. You were pretty sure he would've gone even if you said no, but he still liked to have the assurance that you'd be okay with it. You figured you still had a couple hours before he came back, choosing to go over the new lines that you'd been assigned. While rehearsals didn't start until next week, you didn't want to appear unprepared after already being the last resort.

"Hey MJ, wake up," you heard a faint voice in the background, Peter already having changed from his spidersuit into a formal suit. It was an odd sight to see him dressed up, so you took a couple moments to let the sight sink in before you stood up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I’m just gonna go and take a quick shower before we go," you told him, stepping off to the bathroom to hurry up and get ready. You'd fallen asleep while you were going through the process of highlighting your lines, some of the ink apparent on your cheek. You washed it off, getting in the shower to start the notions of getting ready. Despite the initial reluctance that you'd had about going out tonight and spending money, you couldn't deny that it was exciting to get dolled up.

You picked out a green dress for the night, the color matching the color of your hair perfectly. After taking your hair out of the towel, you dried it out before curling it in a beach wave style. You walked out of the bedroom after putting on a pair of heels and doing something light for your makeup, looking up at peter with a smile on your face. "How do I look?" You asked him, doing a small twirl. He walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, just enjoying the comfort of being in your embrace for a couple seconds. Your relationship with peter had been nothing short of difficult, with the amount of breakups the two of you had under your belt, but you couldn't help but enjoy these moments between the two of you. Perhaps that's why you kept coming back for more.

"You look stunning, like someone that's definitely made for Broadway," he finally spoke up after a couple seconds, stepping back to extend his hand towards you. You grabbed his hand, following him out of the apartment. "Alright, grab on. The subway's delayed today," Peter spoke up, letting you hold onto him before he took off swinging. What would've been an hour long trip and three different subways turned into a fifteen minute adventure between the two of you. You fixed up your hair after the wind had messed it up a bit, following Peter inside the restaurant. "Hi, I have a reservation for Parker. two," Peter told the woman at the front, the two of you waiting as she scrolled through her computer to confirm.

"Alright, follow me," the waitress told the two of you, taking two menus off a stand before leading you two outside. "You'd requested a table outside, right?" The waitress asked to confirm, being met with Peter's curt nod as he pulled the chair back for you. You sat down and grabbed your menu, starting to look through the options. You couldn't help but notice just how expensive everything was at this place, your eyes drifting up from the menu up to Peter. "You sure we can afford to eat here?" You asked him quietly, not wanting to get anyone else's attention. "I wouldn't have brought you here if I couldn't afford it. Just order whatever you want without worrying about the price."

The waitress came back with the drinks the two of you had ordered, setting them down before taking out a notepad. "What would the two of you like to order?" she asked, tapping her pen against the notepad. You gave her your order first, Peter speaking up after you did. "Sounds good, I'll be back with your orders," she responded, grabbing the menus from the two of you before retreating back into the restaurant. "So how's it been going with your boss? Is Mr. Simmons still giving you a hard time?" You asked, taking a sip from your drink as you waited for his response. "Somewhat, though it's not really directed towards Peter Parker but Spider-Man instead. Really hates that guy," he responded, going on to ask you about the rehearsal you had lined up.

Peter's eyes turned into a dark shade of red in the blink of a moment, his jaw clenching tightly. It was hard to comprehend how'd he just gone from having a conversation to going into this sort of.. metamorphosis. He'd transformed into something completely foreign to you in just the span of a couple seconds, the moonlight behind the two of you only making seem to process speed up even faster. His face was now covered up in fur, fangs poking out of his mouth, and his eyes had multiplied by four. He blinked a couple times, like he wasn't sure if this was a dream or it was happening in actuality. You reached over to touch him, only to get rejected before your hand even reached him. "No, don't touch me. I'm a monster," he mumbled, his fangs obstructing most of his mouth.

Despite his current state, you could feel the embarrassment radiating off his body as he flipped the table over in a frenzy to walk away. You left behind money for the two drinks and a tip before the waitress got a chance to come back. "Sorry about the table!" You called out before taking off running in the general direction Peter had taken in. He'd managed to get away in the time you'd done the task, leaving you to look around in a frenzy for him. You approached him slowly once noticing him in an alleyway, the way that one would to a stray dog. You bent down to his level, taking his now furry hand into your own.

"Hey, it's okay. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're not a monster," you spoke quietly, wanting to give him some reassurance about the situation. "I'm sorry I ruined the dinner, I should've known but I've been so stressed out and caught up with all these things that I forgot," he spoke up, his voice coming out a bit garbled from the elongated fangs. "It's just a dinner, we can make it up. Come on, let's go home and wait for this to wear off," you told him, getting up and extending your hand to help him. He seemed to be doing better this time around, grabbing your hand as he got up from the dirty floor. The discarded dinner was the last thing on your mind at the moment, all you cared about was getting Peter somewhere he felt comfortable being.

The two of you took an alternative way home to avoid attracting anyone's attention, the way back home silent apart from a couple crickets chirping in the background. "So.. how long has this been going on?" You asked him after a while, wanting to understand more about his situation. "It's been going on since the symbiote morphed with me, usually I am aware of the calendar of when the symptoms come back. But I've been busy working extra shifts to take you out to dinner," he responded after a couple seconds, making you feel slightly guilty for how hard he's been pushing himself. "I'll get a job if it doesn't work out this time," you promised him, being met with eight eyes in response.

"You're not gonna do that, you're not gonna give up on what you want," he whispered, making you feel comfortable despite the state he was in. All the initial jealousy that you felt towards him faded away at seeing what he truly dealt with as Spider-Man, that he was much more miserable than he liked to portray. "Is there anything I can do to make this process easier for you?" You asked him, handing him a bottle of water from the fridge. "It doesn't hurt or anything, all there is to wait it out. I am a bit hungry though," he responded, almost sounding a bit guilty that he was burdening you with the mess. "I'll make you something, just sit there a sec."

You walked into the kitchen and put the skills that you'd attained working at the diner, making him a grilled chicken sandwich with a couple of fries. You set down the plate for him, sitting down on the opposite side. An idea occurred to you in that moment, grabbing a candle that you'd bought earlier this month during a sale and lighting it up between the two of you. "It's not a fancy dinner, but it'll do for now," you spoke up when he looked up from his plate, taking a bite out of your sandwich. "Thank you. for being understanding about all this. I know it's not everyday that you see your boyfriend turn into a man-spider."

"Well it's a nice change from Spider-Man," you responded light-heartedly as you dipped your fries into ketchup. The dinner between the two of you was nicer that you could've imagined, despite the fact that it didn't end the way you thought it would've. You stayed by his side throughout the whole process, watching intently just in case he had the urge to go outside or anything. he held you in his embrace, the fur covering his body adding to his body warmth as he made you comfortable. "It's almost Harry's anniversary," he spoke up after a while, his voice sounding somber. "We'll go out to the cemetery and put some roses down. Just worry about yourself right now," you told him, your hand intertwined with his. "I love you. I'm sorry I don't tell you often."

"I know. Your actions speak louder than you do," you told him, slowly starting to doze off just from how comfortable and at peace you were in that moment. Peter stayed quiet after you said that, his hand gently tracing up and down your arm as the two of you slowly started to grow more sleepy. "I love you too, by the way. I never tell you that enough and I'm sorry for the way that I act towards you," you told him, wanting to convey just how much you cared about him in this moment given how vulnerable he was. "I know, don't worry. Your actions are pretty loud too."

#moon-rivr #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #tobey maguire #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fic #mary jane watson #peter x mary jane #peter x mj #tobey maguire spiderman #peter parker fluff #spiderman fluff

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 13 - Underneath the tree

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 12 -- Part 14

Pairing: Mike x ofc // Geralt x ofc // Marshal x ofc // Sherlock x ofc // August x ofc

Summary: It's time to open some presents!

Warnings: Tooth rottingly sweet fluff, if I do say so myself...

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I've been wanting to upload this for a while now (but I hadn't finished Part 12 yet, and that had to come first), because I personally think it's an adorable little fluff chapter. I was going to wait a few days, but genuinely, @geralts-yenn & @deandoesthingstome, this one's for you guys. Thank you for reading 🥺❤️

“Oh, here!” Shit, you thought, he got you a gift? You felt your heart rate shoot up as he held a present out to you. It was not wrapped neatly - it was wrapped Mike-ily, which meant the paper barely held on as he handed you whatever it was that he was handing you.

“Eh… I didn-”

“It’s not a gift, really, just…” He made a dismissive gesture as if to say ‘it’s nothing’. You tore the paper away, as you’d gotten curious to find out what he’d come up with.

“Is this why Ari asked me what conditioner I use?” You laughed as you looked at the bottle you were holding. “Or did you guess? Because that would be impressive!”

“Now I want to say I guessed…” Mike replied with a cheeky grin. “If guessing is impressive, what is asking?”

“Very, very sweet, Mikey,” you said as you put the bottle down and wrapped your arms around Mike’s neck. You meant it. Him remembering the one time you complained that an eight-guy household didn’t stock any conditioner, and then going through the trouble of asking your friends to find out which one you actually used? It was dorky, sweet, thoughtful, practical and charming…

“I think it’s a very thoughtful gift,” you said before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed and smiled against your lips when they touched his. “And I think this is very sweet of you.” The next kiss went to his neck. “And I think it deserves a little reward.” Needless to say, Mike didn’t complain.

“Sol,” Geralt said as he closed the book he was reading and put it down on his nightstand, “I thought you were going to spend the holidays with your family.” His voice indicated that this was somehow a problem.

“Yes, love, whatever is your point?” You smiled slyly at your own book, knowing very well what he was trying to say. That being said, you were by no means in the mood for his cryptic little games today; he’d have to speak.

“I sent my gifts for you to your parents’ house… I’m sorry…” He sounded unsure as to what he was apologizing for, or whether even there was anything to apologize for.

“I see,” you said, still keeping your eyes on your book. You had been wondering when he would finally bring this up. Geralt wasn’t a man who cared for gifts, but he had come to appreciate the ceremony of it - occasionally. He would happily indulge you for the holidays - Christmas, if your parents were involved, Yule if they weren’t - and your birthday. He begrudgingly accepted a present for his birthday from you, and even then; the most successful gift so far had mostly involved unwrapping you. You assured Geralt that there was nothing to apologize for. And there wasn’t. In fact, little did he know that the problem he brought up didn’t even exist. Your mother had been informed about your plans to move - you had a good relationship with your parents, it would have been weird if she hadn’t - and had handed you the gifts that were intended for you before you left.

You finally put your own book down, and got up off the bed. From the bottom of your backpack, you pulled four packages. Two for him, two for you.

“Your mother.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but you responded with a nod nonetheless. “Thank her for me,” he said with a gentle smile. When you unwrapped your gifts you were entirely unsurprised that all of them were books. It still made both of you laugh.

“Are we just going to keep gifting each other books until one of us dies?” he asked when you finally stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. You lifted your hand up to his face to caress his stubbled cheek.

“God, I hope so.”

“Elena! Can you spare a moment?” The rare moments Sherlock raised his voice or quickened his pace always amused Elena. It was so very unnatural to see him in a hurry.

“For you, Sherlock? Always.” Her smile seemed to enchant him for a moment, to freeze him in his tracks, and make him lose his train of thought. It took him a minute to compose himself.

“I know you mentioned last week that you wanted to visit the temporary exhibit at the gallery… I was wondering… Did you ever make any plans to go? With… anyone?” Elena couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was standing in front of her right now. She just knew he wasn’t afraid to ask her what he was asking her, just nervous about asking her in the first place.

“I didn’t,” she said coyly. It was mean, she had to admit it, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to make Sherlock Holmes use his words. If he got much more comfortable with her, she was sure the roles would be reversed in no time.

“Would you like to go together?” he finally asked, voice trembling with the same nervousness she could see on him so clearly, “I thought about getting you tickets for Christmas, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t have any plans already, and if there’s even time, it’s only a very short exhibit and there’s the holidays, and the extra rehearsal for the concert, and you probably have other plans, too, and… ”

“Sherlock?”

“Yes?”

“I would love to go,” she said, “it would be a lovely gift.”

“I apologize if I’m being unromantic and annoyingly pragmatic.”

“Hm, I don’t know. I quite like that you took the time to see if we could actually go. It would have been a waste, otherwise.” Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever be able to get it into his head that she liked that he was pragmatic. And that the part about him being unromantic was debatable to begin with. He always gave her the books he’d finished reading and thought she might enjoy, and when her string quartet had a recital, he had shown up with a single white gerbera daisy; a symbol of loyal love, beauty, innocence and patience. What else was he supposed to do? Serenade her? He would play her favorite pieces by Chopin whenever she asked him, that was more than enough. Besides, she’d heard his singing voice…

“Are you free on Thursday? We could go in the afternoon? Have dinner afterwards, and then the rehearsal?” As soon as Elena asked, Sherlock’s face lit up. He loved that she wasn’t one for ‘sure’ and ‘sometime’ and ‘we’ll talk about that’. If there was an idea, there was going to be a plan, and more often than not a rather detailed one, too.

“Sounds fantastic,” he said, and he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

“Great, I’ll cover dinner, and that can be my Christmas present to you?” Elena’s proposal made Sherlock slightly uneasy. Now, on the one hand he’d been raised to be a gentleman, which meant he was less than inclined to let her pay for dinner. On the other hand: his mother would absolutely murder him if he refused based on any argument that involved any kind of statement regarding what women should or shouldn’t do.

“Never let my brother hear of it,” he joked.

“And, what about your birthday, Sherlock?”

“Yes? What about it?”

“It’s January sixth, am I correct?”

“You are, what of it?”

“Is there anything you’d like to have?” Knowing him, there was a list.

So, you were fucked. Literally, figuratively. Mostly figuratively. Your brother had ultimately made it home for the holidays - despite your prayers that his train would be delayed indefinitely - and of course you were going to spend boxing day with the Marshalls. You really should have seen that coming; it was a longstanding tradition. All of a sudden, you wished you had played more poker in your life, because you were certain everybody in the room knew that something was up with you. The three of you were on the couch, Peter in the middle, and you were waiting until your parents had finished their lengthy conversation about something entirely uninteresting.

“Alright, that’s it, mom, dad, move over,” Peter practically flew off the couch and moved to the one your parents were sitting on, “these two are so fidgety I can’t sit next to them for another goddamn second.” See, they could tell something was up.

“Language!” It was a joy to practically have two moms. You laughed when Peter rolled his eyes and then returned to your sulking. It was the Christmas presents you were dreading. Two of them in particular. Over the past few years, you and Marshall had developed this little tradition of your own - it had started when you were thirteen and your dad, mr. Marshall and Peter couldn’t make it to the ice hockey game you were all supposed to go to.

“Another time,” your father said apologetically. You crossed your arms - throwing a fit already hadn’t worked, and since you were thirteen, that left you pretty much out of options.

“Mister Carson,” Marshall suddenly said, “why don’t I take her?” He’d been bummed out about having to miss the game, too. Four moderately to severely worried adults exchanged glances. They weren’t very enthusiastic about this plan.

“Come on, I can take my little sister to a hockey game,” he’d teased you, “I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece.” That got your moms on board, they always found it very cute when he acted as if he was your big brother. Plus, Marshall was one of those sixteen year olds that could generally be considered responsible and trustworthy. Or ‘boring’, as your brother liked to call it. They eventually gave in, after making Marshall promise about twelve times to: drive carefully, not let you out of his sight, take good care of you, see to it that nothing happened to you, keep an eye on you, protect you, and about six other ways of phrasing the general sentiment ‘keep her safe’. He did keep you safe, you did make it back in one piece, and you’d had the greatest night.

The year after, you’d gotten two tickets to a game from Marshall for Christmas. The year you turned sixteen, you had a job as a babysitter, and you’d offered to pay your own way there, or to even let you take him for a change. He didn’t let you, so you both figured you’d just go to two games from now on. Win-win. So that was what was waiting for you in the pile of presents underneath that tree; a total of four hockey tickets, to two games, that you and Marshall were going to have to pretend to be excited about. If you weren’t, your families would be on to you in no time.

“Fuck! Lex- yeah, yeah, ‘language’, I know. Lexi, how?” Somehow, you’d managed to get really decent tickets this year to a game you knew he was going to love - and you would have, too. It made you feel kind of sick to think about the fact that you were probably going to have to miss out on it. You had to admit that Marshall did a really good job faking his enthusiasm - you were almost certain that you wouldn’t fare so well.

“For me?” Anjelica said, eyes wide with surprise as she took the small, neatly wrapped gift from August. She had just been dozing off in his arms, with her head laid on his shoulder, as she enjoyed their little stolen moment in her room - though her parents insisted she keep the door open. It wasn’t surprising that he got her something, she was just not expecting it to be a thing: He had taken her out to see the Nutcracker ballet last year for Christmas - and they’d been pretty good seats, too. August was a hopeless romantic in his own exceptional ways, so she enjoyed those rare nights of more conventional romance, as she called it. Secretly, she had hoped for a similar surprise this year. August also made a habit of denying stupid questions an answer, and therefore only raised his eyebrows in reply to her inquiry.

“Can I open it now?” They were moments away from opening presents with the family, so his timing was unusual.

“I’m giving it to you now, am I not?” He said it plainly, as if it settled matters - so Anjelica decided to take it as a ‘yes’. The way she unwrapped gifts made August smile; perfectly manicured nails slicing through tape, carefully removing the paper. She had a habit of keeping and reusing it, which he found endearing in a way he could not explain. Her hands trembled slightly when she lifted the lid of the small box. Inside it was a simple, dainty gold ring. It was engraved with the date they used as their anniversary; the day they had first met, September 3rd. There was no other date they could use: neither of them had ever asked the other out, they had never made things official, and after about a year or so, when it finally came up, they came to the conclusion that it would be nonsense to disregard all the time they had already spent together, just because they had never defined their relationship.

“Can I try it on?” Her voice was shaky, as were her hands.

“For the love of God, Angel, you’re being ridiculous.” August took the ring from the box and grabbed her hand.

“Wait,” she said, and she moved to take off the ring she always wore - a simple gold band with a marquise cut rhodolite garnet she had inherited from her grandmother. She looked at it with a hint of melancholy in her eyes as August slipped the new one on her finger. “I’ll miss wearing this one.” He had considered that, and it had made him put off buying her this present for a while. Luckily, Leon - who was more proficient than himself in having things both ways - had provided him with a very elegant solution. She gasped in surprise when he turned the ring around her finger to reveal it wasn’t closed all the way.

“Does it fit?” She was blinking furiously to keep tears out of her eyes.

“It should,” August responded before pressing his lips to her temple. It did; the gem of her grandmother’s ring slotted in perfectly. He got worried as moments passed and she didn’t speak. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, August, I love it!” She turned towards him as best she could in the position they were in, and wrapped an arm around him. “I love you.” He wanted to reply to that, to tell her that he loved her, too. It proved very difficult to do so with her lips pressed to his. She broke the kiss abruptly.

“You’re not proposing, are you?” Anjelica asked carefully. She could tell from the look on August’s face - who looked at her as though she had gone completely mad - that he wasn’t.

“I’m not,” he confirmed her suspicions, only to surprise her when he continued: “If I do propose - when I do, Angel, you can expect diamonds.”

-> Part 14

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Chapter 14 - You don't know how you've betrayed me [Chishiya x Reader]

Something was wrong.

Chishiya seemed to think so, at least. And if he did… Well, he was probably right.

He had been called to an executive meeting that morning, again, so soon after the last one. Which was not a common occurrence, but you assumed it had something to do with the Hatter returning from the game. Maybe he had been hurt?

The blonde man hadn't shared his thoughts with you, so you were basically stuck guessing.

"Maybe he found the ten of hearts and left?" Kuina asked, walking by your side.

"Maybe, yeah. I still think it has to be something worse."

"Isn't it bad enough that the Hatter won't be here any longer? The militants would go crazy…" She pointed her index finger to her temple and moved it in circles.

"Maybe it didn't work. Can you imagine? We got all the cards, but nothing happened."

"I thought you and I were the optimistic ones from the group."

"I try to be. I just can't really shake this feeling off…"

"Okay, enough! Tell me more about your kiss!"

You blushed, intensely. Of course, you had mentioned it to Kuina first thing in the morning, excited as you were. You even had said "NOW, I definitely am high on love." which had brought laughing tears to the eyes of the dreadlocked woman.

"It was just that. I sang him a love song, and he kissed me. He did say that if I did it, he would give me something in return. I guess that something was the kiss."

"Did something else happen?" She raised her eyebrows one, two, three times, a cheeky smile on her face.

"No. We kissed, and we went to sleep."

You remembered the moment, and felt tingly all over when you did. Whatever you had, it was becoming something more, something special. Slowly, sure, but good things came to those who waited.

"I was looking for you. Care to join us?" Chishiya's voice woke you up from your daydreaming. Your tuned, with the brightest smile still on your face, only to be met by the most serious expression. Arisu and Usagi were there as well. You felt your own smile wither, and disappear.

Something was, definitely, wrong.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Hatter had died. Chishiya and Arisu had seen his corpse, and could attest this was not like The Lord of the Rings where he would later on return like Gandalf, with a different outfit and newfound powers. Aguni was the new leader of The Beach.

You were having a lot of difficulty wrapping your head around it.

"The black envelope." Chishiya started, sitting on a chair. The five of you were in Arisu's room, surrounding him and listening intently. "The poker cards gathered by all the members of The Beach are kept in the safe in Hatter's royal suite room. The passcode to the safe is kept and sealed in the black envelope. The envelope is opaque, and kept in utmost secrecy, and can only be opened when there is a new Number One. The new Number One will check the passcode alone, in front of all executive members. Then, he will place the paper with the passcode written on it into a new envelope, and seal it again. It will then be signed by all executive members, and stashed away again."

You had never heard him say so many words at once.

"First, Arisu will infiltrate the royal suite. Then, he will search for the safe, and steal all the cards inside." He finished.

"What about the passcode?"

"I have an idea of that. I'll tell you when you are in front of the safe."

Chishiya placed five walkie-talkies (handheld transceivers, Kuina had said, laughing after you had called them that) on the table, one for each of you.

"The three of you…" Chishiya pointed to Usagi, Kuina, and you, his gaze lingering on you a few seconds more than on the rest. "Will be on the lookout."

"This is too dangerous. If we're discovered, we'll be killed." Usagi whispered.

"She has a point." You added in support. You trusted Chishiya with your life, felt safe whenever he was around, knew (or at least so you thought) he wouldn't put you in any danger, but the plan…

"This is the only way to change the current situation." Arisu said. "Now that Hatter is dead and there is no unity at The Beach, the time is right for this plan."

You exhaled, suddenly feeling very tired.

"Okay, then. When do we start?"

The plan was set into motion a lot faster than you thought, leaving no time to prepare, or to think it through and back out. Aguni would give a little speech, to let know all residents of this little utopia he would be the new king, which meant all executive members and militants would be at the annex. You wouldn't get another chance like this.

You were surveying the area Chishiya had placed you in. You were supposed to use your walkie talkie to inform the others if you saw anyone, were it executive, militant or just random passerby. You were fidgeting, wishing this would all be over soon. Hoping everyone would be okay.

You had not spoken with Usagi before today, but you had with Arisu, and had found yourself caring, if only a little bit, for the guy. Not so much because you were friends, you weren't, but because even though he had lost people and had every right to be crying on a corner seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, he was still there. Holding on, trying to find answers to his questions. You admired his tenacity, his intact empathy and still remembered what he had told you, about wanting Usagi to return to the real world, at the very least. You could relate.

Nothing was going on around you.

You knew you shouldn't have, but still, you were tired of waiting, it seemed like everything was going according to plan and maybe you could support each other, since it seemed Usagi had also been on the fence about Chishiya's idea. So you went to the area she was supposed to be checking on, near the Hatter's suite.

Only to see her being grabbed by militants, and being taken into the room forcefully. You hid yourself, as best as you could behind a table and two armchairs that were close to the entrance of the room. If someone decided to look your way, you were dead. You couldn't see very well what was going on, but could heard her scream Arisu's name, as well as someone taking a beating. And then, Aguni's voice.

"You saved me, Chishiya."

"I did what I had to do."

Your heart broke.

So, he had betrayed them.

You gasped, and instantly covered your mouth with your hand, hoping the noise of most likely Arisu being beaten to a pulp had been loud enough to mask it.

You were trying to process what had happened, tears streaming down your face. It seemed you still had sympathy for others. For those who were alive, and had shown you a kind smile, or given you a hand when you needed it.

Like Arisu had.

So, Chishiya wanted to get on Aguni's good graces. To steal the cards, and get out of here. And instead of using you for it, he had used Arisu, who had fully trusted him. And Usagi, who got hit by the recoil. And, to keep you out of it, had you patrol an area he knew would be deserted. This was not what you wanted. None of them deserved what was going to happen.

How could he?

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