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hwangdol · 5 years

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n.jm: where were you?

summary: y/n does not know what the fuck is going on half of the time.

pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader

warning: a lot of cursing, drug usage reference, crackheadness, maybe a lot of grammer error. this is my first bullet-scenario au so yeah. also! this a collab with the lovely @huangsren in out nct dreamies alternate universe teehee. she has a lovely, fluffy renjun one up so go read it!

part two!

you okay let’s get this collab with @huangsren

so at NCT High if you don't know Na Jaemin who the hell are you? like everyone knows this kid from lunch ladies to the freaking janitors

its not a surprise since the dude is literally dead drop gorgeous and has a shit ton of social skills. like the boy deadass can swindle his way out of detention (which he did) with just a wink

typical fboi but instead of it being a huge turn-off, girls still throw themselves on him even when he WARNS them beforehand that he isn't looking for a serious thing

still, they get attached and heartbroken when he tells them “this isn’t working out”

his friends (aka art-hoe!renjun and student-athlete!jeno) always rolls their eyes when jaemin rolls up into the lunchroom with his arms wrapped around a new girl’s shoulder

“bet she’s not going to last two weeks”- renjun slapping down a 10$

“knowing him, this isn’t going to last more than a week”- jeno said but still sliding over a 10$ bill

AND SUPRISE it doesn’t

both renjun and jeno don’t approve of his philandering, but they stick w jaemin cause he’s still their best bud cause bros before hoes ya know what i mean?

this is especially true with jeno cause they’ve been bffl since they were like five but that doesn’t mean that jaemin is anything like jeno.

nah man they both are the complete opposite of each other

like jeno is a quiet reserved student-athlete boi but jaemin out here acting like a little thotty

nomin is like a package deal, no one can separate them

here where out little y/n comes in

surprisingly you’re childhood friends w nomin

both u and jeno are neighbors and your families have been friends since before you were even conceived

your moms’ have weekly tea times where they’d gossip about everything and anything while your dads would be watching the weekly soccer/football games drinking a cold one

you and jeno would be playing with some legos or barbies

jeno had a minor (major) barbie obsession which was probably induced by you

don’t tell anyone but jeno still binge-watches barbie movies;;;his favorite really be the princess charm school one

like i said nomin is a package deal so expect jaemin to be taging along to yours and jeno’s weekly playdate

imagine you being the princess while jaemin pretended to be the prince and jeno was the dragon,,,yeah man it was so lit

this isn’t a jeno fic btw keep in mind its still jaemin

all of that stuff before was when the three of you were like kids

once highschool came around all three of you found ur niches: jeno was the student-athlete, jaemin was well that guy that was wanted by all the girls

and you were just a regular mundane student ya know,,,you weren’t extremely talented nor smart you just floated around

u still hung around jeno tho but your friendship was really lowkey

like both of y'all would wait until the other one was completely alone or do some ridiculous actions to deliver the simplest messages

jeno would look both ways before slipping you a note in class that said “can your mom drive me home today?” and you would make sure no one was looking before nodding secretly

or the two of you would hide behind bushes to say that y'all parents wanted to have dinner together tonight

tbh yall could just text each other but where’s the fUN in that?

jaemin, on the other hand, was someone you haven’t a solid conversation with since sophomore year bc of an incident

basically, you had helped one of your friends into a relationship with jaemin that lasted for about two months,,, which was considerably a long time considering that it was jaemin.the two of them were a fat power couple

ur friend, let’s call her ella, was probably one of the more popular girls at school. she was well-known for being the prettiest, kindest girl that everyone LOVES

anyways, things didn’t end so well bc he stood her up at hoco even though he was gonna be crowned homecoming king and her queen.

no one knows why jaemin just ditched but he did.

didn’t stick well with your friend tho cause she stopped talking to you as well not really giving you an explanation

and this led to everyone in your friend group to kinda put all the blame onto you

this is also when jaemin picked up his heartbreaker reputation and began living up to that title

at first ur were hella mad and sad, but you got over it cause being outcasted and kicked out of that friend group led you to befriend the local stoner boi!haechan

honestly, you got over it but after ignoring and avoiding jaemin for a whole year it just stuck.

yall never talked again

here comes SENIOR YEARS BITS

u were so done w school at this point, you had suffered and labored through junior year,,, SAT and ACT were the biggest bitches you ever faced in your lifetime and this is coming from someone who was friends with the resident shithead lee haechan

so it’s lunchtime and you’re listening to haechan’s wild story about some shenanigan that he and his weed dealer/ older college friend mark had gotten up to the past weekend

“so like we were just hitting a blunt this weekend in mark’s car and this cop pulls up next to us.mark rolls down the window and all of the smoke just hits the cops in the face”

“you're a fucking idiot, haechan”

“listen bitch, i’m not done”

“so the cop is doing the regular illegal drugs bullshit and asked mark a question. understand at this point that mark is high as fuck so i kid you not the crackhead says quack. nothing else just quack. honestly, i still don’t know how we got out of that but we did and lee haechan is still in school.”

you want to slap your friend with a big smh at this point

but it so ridiculous and so haechan that you can’t say anything else

and you don’t have too! bc someone taps ur shoulder pulling you out of your convo and boom it’s ella

“hey, y/n” she starts out sweetly and you could feel haechan’s bitch face directed towards the girl, who seemed to just ignore the boy

“what’s up, ella?” you were hella fucking slightly irritated and highkey suspicious bc like this was the first time that she talked to you in like two years

“this out of the blue, but you know how prom is coming up soon? we need extra hands on the planning community,” ella explained with a bright smile “we need another person to work on making the centerpieces for each table, but we only have one person on that”

“okay, so what does this have to do with her?” haechan’s bitchy tone soaked in each word

ella’s smile faltered slightly at his words, but it was so subtle that only people with keen eyes could notice

“i hope that i’m not imposing anything on to you.” ella trying to reassure “but Mr. Moon told me that you still need some community service hours for our graduation requirement so I just assumed that this would be a good opportunity for you.”

oh shit

you completely forgot about that and you still needed like another 10 hours to complete

“ummmm”

“i wouldn’t ask you this but my workload is completely swamped” ella added “it would be a big help if you can help. haechan, you can help too!”

haechan let out a loud gag that seemed to baffle her

“oh hell no, i already got my community service hours done like freshmen year.”

you gave haechan the most incredulous face you could make cause like this druggie who gets high every other week and vapes in the bathroom really finished his community service hours before you????how??

“don’t look at me like that.” haechan kicked you underneath the table “it was before i learned how to roll a blunt”

“drugs aren’t good for you, haechan,” ella chided

haechan made a mocking face,,you know the one he does like that one,,”not all of us can be little miss goodie-two-shoes like you”

oKAy time to do some damage control before your shithead friend gets himself into more shit

“i’ll do it. just text me the details.”

“thank you so much y/n!” ella said before bouncing off

“i hate her” haechan stated

“you hate everyone”

CUE aFTerschool when you follow ella’s text to go to the art building where everyone was gathered

the minute you walked in you realized that you should have just said no and done some other community service activity cause jaemin was present standing in the corner and other people who you once called your close friends that turned out to be fat snakes

now you gotta deal with them again (aww shit here we go again)

ella is motioning you to come into the classroom which you obliged cause you figured that you possibly could survive w ur rbf on as you made your way to the other unoccupied corner

there was some whispering in the background but you ignored it cUASE like hyuk always says: “you just gotta get high and block out all the haters”

well, he was right about the second half, not so much the first.

“alright everyone! thank you so much for volunteering to help set up for our senior prom! we only have about three weeks so we have to get all of the decorations done as soon as possible!” ella said in a chirpy tone

a lot of people looked motived by the girl’s bubby short speech on how everyone needs to put in 100% of their effort. you zoned that out as you caught the sleeping figure at the teacher's desk

“goddamn you mr.moon forcing me to be here” you grumbled in your head almost missing your assigned duty,

“y/n!” your head snapped in the direction that your name was called

you saw ella standing with jaemin and the sirens go off in your head

FUCK THIS

you let out a loud sigh before trotting over to the two

ella gave you a piece of paper that had the centerpieces’ picture on them along with a long list of decorations “all you guys have to do is make about 300. all the directions are on the sheet and the supplies are in the other room. it’s really simple, just have it done by next friday.”

you nearly popped a blood vessel

300 by next friday? today was wednesday so that meant you only had ten days to finish all 300 of them

so you and jaemin are walking to the classroom next door to get the supplies y’all needed,,, in your head, you were just cursing everything in existence for putting you into this position especially mr. moon

“so how did she rope you into this?” you heard jaemin say from beside you as you both carried boxes out to the parking lot.

you two came to the good conclusion to split the load so that he would do half and you would do half

150 it’s not that bad

15 a day

hell yeah

it was so strange and foreign talking to him since it’s been about two whole years.

he had a nice voice tho ngl maybe that’s why he got out of that detention that one time

“she somehow found out that i still needed to complete my community service hours before graduation” you murmured, praying that haechan remembered you telling him to wait for you after school

he probably ditched you to get high or hang out with one girl he liked

all jaemin said was “oh” and the rest of the walk to the school’s parking lot was quiet

the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the knife would break

“hey can i ask you a question?” jaemin asked when the two of you were about to go your separate ways

you could see mark’s old beat-down car meaning that haechan, in fact, did ditch you but had the decency to call up mark to pick you up

“yeah, go ahead”

“how come you still talk to jeno, but not me?”

i shit you not this was the quietest and deepest voice that you ever heard jaemin project

you didn’t know how to reply so you looked down at the large box in your hand, mumbling some incoherent excuse

“can you repeat that?”

“ i said, we don’t really have any other reasons to be friend's unlike me and jeno”

“is that all?” jaemin asked, probably catching onto your bullshit

you were probably delusional but you could’ve sworn you heard some sadness in the tone he used

you nodded quickly trying to get to mark’s car hoping to avoid further conversation

but boy was jaemin stubborn

“that wasn’t a good explanation,y/n! ” jaemin called out after you.

this time he sounded more lighthearted than before

you turn around to face jaemin who had a fatass smile on his face

damn was he good looking smiling like that

“give me a better reason tomorrow or else i’m taking you on a date!” his dazzling smile nearly blinding you as he made his way to his own car

inside your head little y/n is going whattheactualfuck?

“what’s with that shook face?” mark ask as you climbed into the passenger seat

“what the fuck?” you say

“huh?”

you look at mark “what the ACTUAL fuck?”

poor mark is like wtf is wrong with her,,,did haechan get her on some type of crack?

that night while you were making the little centerpieces you were still going over what jaemin said

you looked at the last centerpiece you finish making

was he flirting with me? or was he serious?

he sounded sad when i said that tho?

at the same, this was jaemin, a boy who is well-known for having flings left and right.

he’s probably just flirting

until next day! jaemin pops up next to you as while you get your shit from your locker for your first class

“did you come up with a good explanation yet?

his sudden appearance startled you causing you to subconsciously let out a yelp

“cute” he said, and you forced down the blush that was about to show

“i thought i told you already?” causing jaemin to shake his head like a cute little puppy

“i don’t accept it.i want a better one,” he said sounding like a spoiled toddler

you gave him the “wtf do you mean look” and he was about to reply until you saw haechan walking through the school doors with a pair of sunglasses on which can only mean one thing

that little shit head came to school high again

you pushed passed jaemin and stormed towards haechan pulling him to some vacant hallway to lecture him

leaving jaemin standing there staring at your backs as the two of you left

jaemin’s smile dropping significantly as he nearly glared over at the two of you leaving, specifically at the back of haechan’s head

“dude, why do you look like you’re going to murder someone?” jeno asked as jaemin sat next to him at their lab station

you weren’t in this chemistry class but haechan was,,,and it was his naptime

“how is y/n friends with him?” jaemin stared directly at a sleeping haechan

jeno follows his line of sight, letting out a sigh once he notices it was haehcan

“she never really told me, but i assume it was because she stopped being friends with ella and that group” jeno said honestly. he raised an eyebrow in question at his bffl “why do you need to know”

jaemin didn’t answer him, continuing to glaring at the sleeping male

jeno rolled his eyes at his friend's antics

but in a serious tone, he warns to his friend, “don’t pull your games with y/n.”

except jaemin’s head wasn’t registering this warning,,he was solely focused on how lee fucking haechan the biggest stoner of NCT High managed to take a girl’s attention from him, na jaemin....it was simply ridiculous

maybe he really was an attention seeker bc he made a beeline for your table during lunch instead of his regular one once he saw just how loud you were laughing at haechan’s joke

“what’s so funny?” jaemin asked sliding into the seat next to you

now both of you and our boy hyuk is like wtf

immediately you’re on defense, “what are you doing here?”

“you never gave me a good explanation!” jaemin pouted, giving you fat puppy eyes

those aLMost worked

“uhhhhhh” you try to find a good excuse but jaemin quickly cuts you off

“it’s okay if you don’t have a good explanation,” jaemin reaches over and steals a fry from haechan’s tray eliciting a hissing sound from the boy “you just have to go on a date with me”

then he winks

and he's gone

“what in the holy fuck just happened?”

the amount of time that y/n has said wtf is unbelievable

haechan’s sunglasses slip down the bridge of nose and you could see his red eyes giving you a look of disappointment, “and you say i have issues”

“stfu before i slit your throat”

the rest of the day wasn’t any easier on you tbh. you learned that jaemin was really really stubborn and very very clingy

the boy deadass scanned the whole hallway to find your face so he could tag along with you to your next class even though you could have sworn that his class was one the other side of the school

he kept on bombarding you with questions on what you wanted to get after school and if you like roller skating

by some means, you were able to hide in the library for the rest of the study hall period which meant that you could probably avoid jaemin until school ended

you spotted a familiar boy huddled in the corner reading a book that made you squint your eyes.

marching over to jeno, your eyes just say “explain”

jeno looked at you with like those wide eyes he does when he’s shookth bc the two of you never interacting in school so puBlicly

“what the hell is na jaemin trying to pull?” you whispered-yelled plopping down in the wooden seat next to the athlete

jeno is all like????wydm

and you explain your whole situation to him and he just lets out the biggest sigh

“he doesn’t like being left on read”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, that’s what you basically did to him sophomore year. he was kinda depresso about how you just stopped talking to him out of nowhere. by the way, why did you do that?”

tbh you really didn’t know at first you were mad at him

was it bc his actions caused all your friends to blame you for his inability to commit to a relationship,,, but it’s been two years since that incident

you got over it, so why were you still avoiding jaemin?

“i dunno after him and ella broke up, i didn’t have a reason to talk to him.”

jeno looked at you like “really? is that your answer?”

“think about that question again because i’m sure that that's, not the whole answer.”

now you’re more confused but also very mad about how both of them weren’t accepting your reason as valid!

so as you were furiously making the stupid centerpieces that ella forced you into volunteering to do

angry y/n really got through a solid 50 of them

you pondered on jeno’s words and you thought back to sophomore year

you remembered still joking around lightheartedly w jaemin until he started dating ella

he actually spent a lot of time and effort even ditching jeno sometimes for her which was okay cause jeno would chill w renjun or even you (mostly bc he could watch barbie movies w no shame)

everything was alright until homecoming came around and jaemin flaked on ella leading them to breakup the next day

and ella to stop talking to you which made everyone mad you or think that you were the one that caused the breakup

WHICH YOU DIDN”T

you were the one that hooked the two of them up too! so it was really unfair!

it's like 2 am and you don’t know what came over to text jeno but you did

y/n: why didn’t jaemin go to hoco sophomore year?

you felt instant regret after sending that text bc like it probably made it seem like you were interested in jaemin,,,, which you were totally not!

seconds later jeno slaps you with the ”ask him yourself”

fattest facepalm

so that’s how you spent the entire night finishing all of your centerpieces that you were assigned to make cuz of your frustration

wow we love a productive y/n

alrighty this is where shit goes down

now that you were done with all of your centerpieces you took them to the art room the next day before school where ella was there doing her stoof

she looked up with a giant smile when you came in with a giant box

“you finished all of it?”

“nah just 150. jaemins finishing the other half” you set the box down

“oh okie,” ella nodded returning to whatever she was doing beforehand

since it was just the two of you in the classroom and you’ve been dying to know the answer since sophomore year

so fuck it

“hey ella, can i ask you a question?”

the said girl looked up with that same friendly smile that she gave everyone “of course!”

“why didn’t jaemin show up to hoco sophomore year?” you blurted out

in an instant, ella’s smile dropped and there was a sudden cold look in her eyes

“you already know the answer to that, y/n, you don’t need me to answer you. now if you excuse me, i have things i have to do” ella said in a very unlike-ella-way

her answer made you even more confused than ever bc how were you supposed to know the answer to THAT

confused!y/n is even more confused

however, all your questions were about to be answered, not really tho

you’re on your way to the third period with the same burning question in your head: why the hell did jaemin not show up to sophomore year hoco??? someone help?

tbh you didn’t even notice someone yanking you into the janitor’s closet until you were surrounded in darkness and someone's hands were clasp over your mouth

“it’s me, jaemin” his soft whisper sent tings down your spine

he let go of your mouth to switch on the light

“are you fucking insane?”

“yes, but it’s only cause i’m madly in love with you”

you rolled your eyes “cut the bullshit, jaemin, what do you want?”

“our date. you never gave me a solid explanation, so i want a date”

you were about to reject him but then an idea formed in your head

“fine”

and with that one-word jaemin’s eyes glowed 10x brighter with his smile almost blinding you

cheesy i know.

“let’s go now!”

the boy was really about to skip class just to go on this stupid date w you

is he that bored? did he really run out of girls to date?

but then again you really don’t want to go to math bc you’re pretty sure there's a test today that you haven’t studied for yet

so that’s how you found yourself with jaemin at the local ice cream parlor

jaemin INSISTED that y'all share a sundae, which he also fought you to pay for

there a silence that falls upon you for a little bit

jaemin breaks it though like he breaks heart (okay minnie that’s kinda mean)

“ella told me that you finished your half of the centerpieces in two days. that’s pretty impressive,” he comments

you nodded staring at the ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup

“to be honest, i haven’t gotten much done yet,” he admitted, continuing to ramble on “it’ll get done. i might even pay renjun to do it, but i’m pretty sure he’s too preoccupied with this girl that he’s been pining over for a while”

“speaking of which, are you seeing anyone right now?” jaemin asks out of nowhere.

“lol i could be doing other things with my time.”

jaemin observes your face closely taking in the faint blush on your cheeks from his direct gaze, “so what about that haechan dude?”

“what about him?”

“are the two of you a thing?”

you nearly gagged

“there no way in hell i’d ever get with haechan. besides, he’s having some of his own girl problems right now. he was being a little bitch about it too”

“good” jaemin says really contently.

“why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year?” you finally asked

taken back slightly, jaemin softly smiles down at the half-eaten sundae

instead of answering you, he asked another question “why did you stop talking to me?”

you gulp, but eventually, you had to tell him the truth even though it was kinda dumb and immature

“because ella was mad at me after the two of you broke up.”

he shifted his gaze up to your own eyes

“do you know why she was mad at you?”

you shook your head

jaemin smiled again

this time it kinda looked sad :(

“because she knew that i was in love with you”

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ladyideal · 4 years

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No Complaints

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1626

Rating: 18+ (if you’re under 18 and still reading this, I’ve already warned ya not to.)

Warnings: haha. Fingering, language, handcuffs, oral sex (female receiving), daddy kink, orgasm denial, 1 sentence of sub/dom

A/n: First smut? If you want to avoid smuts for Leonard, please block the tag #leonard2hot4me. Also, there is an implied safe word. Y'all can all thank the curious anon who requested for this.

You should have known.

After a long day up on the Bridge, you tiredly trudged into Leonard’s shared quarters, ready to flop onto the couch. Except someone else was already laying there.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Your boyfriend glanced up from the book he was perusing. You didn’t answer him, only to carefully plop down on top of him and groaned loudly into his shirt. “Long day?”

You groaned again.

Leonard hummed, gently turning you over before bringing his talented hands upon your shoulders for a massage. It wasn’t until you felt his cock starting to harden against your ass that something was off.

You cuddled into him, debating the next course of action. At the end, you decided to squirm restlessly around as though you were attempting to find a better spot on the spot, while grinding your ass back on his increasingly interested cock.

“You’re not being very subtle,” He spoke, nipping at the outer shell of your ear before trailing kisses down to your neck where he lingered for a moment.

Out of nowhere, he bit gently on your sensitive spots. One arm lowered from your shoulder, snaking below your shirt to tweak at a nipple. Gasping, you felt his lips twist into a smirk as he sucked on your skin. You whimpered, and moaned his name, unraveling under his hands.

“Too many clothes,” Leonard grumbled, effortlessly picking you up, and carrying you towards the bedroom. You clung to him tightly like a koala, crushing your lips onto his. Wrapping your legs around his weight, you were delighted to discover his eager cock rub deliciously against your still clothed pussy.

With another breathless moan, you were gently flung onto the bed. With practice ease, he unbuttoned his trousers and threw his shirt aside. He crawled after you, eyes hungry. Hooking his fingers under your dress, he pulled the garment off and to the side. A lazy smirk spread across his face, appreciating the view. Hastily, you unclasped your bra from behind, shimmied it off, and tossed aside without much concern.

Slowly tugging your panties down, you parted your legs a little in a futile attempt to get him ro hurry up. As the fabric eased over your legs, you hissed at the cool air brushing over your wet, sensitive folds.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Leonard murmured before adding the last of your clothes onto the pile on the floor. Desperate to feel his hands, you reached out for him, only for him to capture your wrists in his.

“Nuh uh, darlin’,” He admonished. “You’re gonna let me do the touching here. Arms above.”

You obliged him, watching with wide eyes as he fished out a pair of padded cuffs. Maneuvering your arm, you shivered at the sharp contrast of the cold metal, and bit your bottom lip as you felt the lock secure you into place. It wasn’t long before your other arm joined the first one, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

“Len,” You whined, giving an experimental tug at the cuffs.

“You know what to say if you want out,” You boyfriend reminded, planting a chaste kiss.

You watched as he returned to his spot between your legs, pushing your legs further apart to give him room. His hands slid back to your breasts, kneading them ever so slowly as the tip of his achingly rock hard cock rub against your slick core.

“Stooop being a tease!” You moaned, rolling your hips around in an effort to ease his cock inside.

Leonard darkly laughed against your skin, enjoying the vibrations from his chest. One hand tweaked your nipple again before it trailed down to test how wet you were becoming. When he felt the pool of arousal, he growled.

Without wasting any time, two fingers sank into you, his thumb circled around your clit while the rest sought out your g-spot. You gasped again, tugging against your restraints.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Your boyfriend encouraged. “Let daddy hear you.”

“Leeee," You moaned, as your world narrowed to the sexy man between your legs, his fingers within, and mercilessly pushing you higher. His mouth sucked on a nipple, and the other hand tweaked the neglected.

Everything suddenly stopped, and you whined again.

"What was that?” Leonard demanded, voice dangerously calm.

Whimpering, you forced your pleasure addled brain to remember what he wanted.

“Daddy!” You cried out, desperate for him to continue. “Daddy, please!”

There was a weighted pause as he smiled.

Mercifully, he resumed driving you mad. For a moment, your vision whited out when he rubbed your gspot. Twitching around on the bed, you let out an involuntary moan.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” Leonard taunted into your ear. “Little too loud, and have the crew know that their Captain isn’t in charge? What a little slut you are?”

You whimpered in response, unable to speak as you were flung higher. He rubbed the spot in determination, and you nearly came undone. Your pussy spasmed around his fingers, clenching and unclenching.

Naturally, the bastard backed off.

“Daddy!” You cried piteously, squeezing your eyes shut as tears of wanton need dribbled down your cheeks. “Pleeeeease!”

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Pleaselemmecome!” You babbled out loud, beyond the capability to speak coherently.

“Trust me, darlin’,” Leonard cooed, quieting your cries with a kiss. You inhaled sharply as he resumed rasping his fingers again, starting the fevered climb once more.

Your fingers balled together, nails digging dip into your palm, but you could care less. Right on the precipice, he stopped.

Again.

You wordlessly blubbered out, half desperate and half mad at the man between your legs.

“Pleeeease!” You resorted to begging now.

The ability to speak was lost to you again when his tongue penetrated your cunt. Wet tongue, and fingers scraped deliciously against your gspot and clit. Your hands tugged at the restraints again as your legs kicked at the mattress.

His other hand was placed upon your stomach, pinning you to the mattress. Leonard’s fingers and clever tongue brushed your gspot, making you arch your back and cry out for him. Your arms strained against the handcuffs, metal digging deep into your wrists.

“There she is,” He spoke, sounding strained. He too having enough of the teasing.

“Lemme- Ah!”

He lips sucked lightly on your clit then, throwing you past the point of no return. You screamed his name, arching your back and thrusting your hips into his mouth and hand. Your vision whited out, as the electricity pumped through your veins from the orgasm flung you higher and higher until you nearly blacked out.

Finally falling back down to the bed, you merely laid there, trying to catch your breath. Until you saw his erect cock, eager for attention. Licking your lips, you whimpered.

“Fuck.”

“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words like a big girl,” Leonard nuzzled your neck affectionately. “Want daddy’s cock?”

“Please, daddy,” You begged the moment your brain could rewire itself back to normal. “Need your cock!”

He groaned at your words, rutting hard against your core. “Such a good girl.”

Forcing a leg to wrap around his waist, you tried your best to bring him closer. This time, he held your hips as he thrusted deep, bottoming out quickly. You barely had time to moan his name out before your breath was stolen away with a fierce kiss.

Leonard’s thrusts rocked and squeaked the bed. He didn’t speak, sucking at your neck as he growled. The way he moved against you was so rough, so fast. It was almost bordering painful, but sweet at the same time.

You couldn’t speak, only emitting pitiful whines and wordless cries as you approached the edge more rapidly than before. A familiar urge surged in you.

“C-close,” You choked out, teetering again on the precipice once more. Arms strained on the restraints, and your legs kicked out, beyond your capabilities to avoid hitting him.

Obliging your unspoken plea, his hand wiggled between your two bodies in a search for your clit. Crashing his lips upon yours, he tweaked your clit just right.

Ripping your lips from his, you loudly screamed his name to the heavens above, hips trusting uncontrollably into his. As your pussy clamped vise like on his cock, your orgasm triggered his. With only a grunt as a warning, his cock twitched and swelled.

Leonard groaned out your name repeatedly as he came over and over again. Your orgasms milked each other, slinging higher and higher until you were ready to plead for mercy. Once he came down, he dropped against your chest, panting hard.

After a year, you too came down from your high, equally spent from the exertion.

“Back with me, sweetheart?” Leonard smiled tiredly at you, pulling his softening cock out.

You only nodded, making a strangled sound of agreement after an involuntary whine at the loss. He reached forward, this time unlocking the handcuffs and easing your wrists out.

“You broke me.”

“Didn’t hear you complainin’.”

After massaging your wrists, your eyes followed him as he sat up and padded over to the adjoining bathroom. A brief sound of water from the sink was heard before he emerged with a wet washcloth in his hand.

He gently cleaned the mess on your core. When done, the fabric joined the pile of clothes on the ground for laundry later. Joining you back on the bed, and hugging you close to him, you grinned down at your raw, bruised wrists.

“Sorry sugar,” Leonard followed your attention. “Should have padded them better.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No harm done. It’ll be a reminder for tomorrow during work.”

He rolled his eyes, cuddling you in a post coital haze. You let your eyes fall shut, grateful for a such a wonderful boyfriend.

Tags: If you want to be tagged for smut, just let me know in an ask.

#star trek aos #leonard mccoy #smut #leonard2hot4me #deb writes #blushes mainly #3hot5me

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melo-yello · 5 years

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Baking with the Wakandan Royals would include:

A/n: I've been watching a ton of baking shows lately so I've been mad inspired to write some domestic headcanons.

*I added Shuri

T'Challa

If you mention to this man you're thinking about baking he's already checking for necessary ingredients quantities and locating the measuring cups

T'Challa's need for order and a systematic approach to life can either be really helpful when you're baking or really annoying

This man takes pride in prepping the pan

I mean oiled, floured, and lined with parchment

T'Challa didn't come to play. He got a cake stuck one time and he's never been the same

I'm tellin you he's a complete ace when it comes to measurements

This man will measure, level, sift, and whisk together the dry ingredients in less than 90 seconds

"Here you go, Love." handing you the bowl and kissing your temple

He even will have the separate little glass bowls in various sizes like he stepped out of his very own cooking show

T'Challa is definitely the clean as you go type

Boi is washing dishes almost as fast you can make them

I've got that, Sweetheart." snatching up dirty bowls and taking them to the sink like clockwork

You already kno he's a stick to the recipe type of guy

You kno better than to tell him "We can just eyeball it" or end any measurement/cook time with "or so"

He will absolutely lecture you on the acute chemistry of baking

After so many times of 'sneaking' in extra pinches of 'this' and 'that' and him catching you'll be forced to put him out to stop his constant meddling

"Challa, I swear to Bast if you say one more thing about the 'balance of baking' and don't get yo ass outta this damn kitchen, Shuri will be an only child!"

He occasionally peeks back in offering his two cents before you glare at him and he slinks back to whatever he's preoccupying himself with

Once everything out of the oven and cooled you can't help but smile and bring T'Challa a goodie for all his efforts and help even if he's kinda a pain

Erik

He will 100% be minding his own business until he peeps you in the kitchen baking something

He immediately steps in to take over whether he knows what you're making or not

Deadass has slid across a counter, swiped the bowl, stuck the landing and been like "Ok Ma, what am I makin?"

Boi will even take your apron and do it smooth as hell too

The first time you thought he was trying to be freaky by grabbing ya ass and kissin all down ya neck in the kitchen but before you knew it the apron was untied and around his neck and he was stirring the bowl that was just in front of you

Growing up basically raising himself and being bounced around from relative to relative made learning to cook essential and he's a pretty damn good at it

And he knows it

Erik deadass cooks like somebody's Auntie

"Baby, lemme go ahead and do that." Is something you'll hear every step of the way

He'll just stare at the recipe for .5 seconds then be like "Do that shit, That shit right there and it'll be bland as hell!"

Erik starts off measuring but gradually shifts into eyeballing everything

He's prone to add pinches of different spices that are no where to be found in the recipe

Erik refuses to cook in silence and will always throw on one of his playlists

Y'all bop all the way from TLC to Daniel Caesar to Anderson. Paak

When all the baking is done Erik loves to humble brag about his baked treats

"Yea me and Bae, kilt that shit." Or "Oh you know, Babygirl can throw down"

That is until his cousin says something

T'Challa: "These are great."

Erik: "Damn Straight it is, T'Chump! Didn't kno my baby could FUCK it all da way up! Who you think taught her that! Who!"

M'Baku

*nervous laughter*

M'Baku has an enormous sweet tooth but can't bake to save his life

Not that hasn't tried but most of those trails ended in flames

Since then the great gorrilla has been banned from most of the palace kitchens

Naturally when you ask "Baku, help me bake some cookies."

He's a little hesitant

M'Baku tries to explain to you that his strong suit is really savory and much rather do anything

He really hates that he's not naturally good at it like most things he does (fighting, leading, flirting, etc.)

This gets him out of helping the first few times before you drag him in kitchen promising "Trust me, I can teach you. It can't be that bad."

With M'Baku's help be prepared to remake batters at least twice

He's either heavy handed or extremely light handed there's absolutely no inbetween with him

He's gonna apologize each time he messes up no matter how many times you tell him it's fine

You put him on mixing duty but he gets bored so he starts distracting you

"Oh that look absolutely scrumptious, My Love." grabbing your ass as measure out brown sugar

"That tastes amazing, My Queen." giving you bedroom eyes as he sucks your finger clean of the batter you were about to taste

"You smell like heaven, Dear Heart." nipping at your neck as you place a pan in the oven

This is also the kinda man that eats as you bake

As soon as they hit the cooling racks he's bodying half of them

Putting up high doesn't work either when your mans is 6'5" and can reach all your hiding places

Only on rare occasions do you actually have sweets to show for you efforts if you only make one batch

3 seems to be the sweet spot since M'Baku eats half of 2

He actually does pay attention when you show him how to do things correctly and each time he makes fewer mistakes and he's so proud of himself

Shuri

Shuri is allergic to anything remotely domestic. Not that its difficult she just isn't interested

Mysteriously she always has all the software updates to do when you ask "Wouldn't it be fun to help me bake something?"

"Yes, My King?!?!" Shuri yells running down the hall after a very confused T'Challa that tells back "Stop calling me that!" as the two run in the opposite direction as you

She's definitely not above making up tech tasks to get out of being forced into baking

"Oh I'd love to but I need to check... Erik's torso to make sure he's healing ok. Too bad he's shy so you can't come." She shrugs pulling Erik into lab before he can get in a word

Or "Oh yes Sergent Barnes, I do have time to look at the mechanics of each synapses of every nerve ending in your arm. This could take a while." practically tackling Bucky as he enters the lab

The only way to get her there is by treachery

"Shuri, come quick! The stan mixer is smoking you have to fix it. Or I'll never bake again." is enough to get her to bolt out of the door and into the kitchen

There's no way she can let your Double Fudge Sea Salt Pecan brownies vanish from her life

"This mixer is absolutely fine, Y/n. Don't scare me like that ev..." trailing off as she turns to see you locking the door to the kitchen

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!"

Once she finds that all exits are blocked off

Vents, windows, and personal secret passages she has installed for times like these

She starts offering 'helpful' advice to really 'expand' your baking horizions

"I'm telling you, Y/n, 1 and 1/4 teaspoons of white vinegar would really help these sweets raise to the ocassion." as she presses record and steps back

You soon learn after several batter explosions and looped videos and gifs sent across the Insta, Twitter, and Snap she can't be trusted

"Oh come on,now! How was I supposed to know it was going to do that?" Laughing as you glare at her wiping yet another batter blow up off your face

Before you accept her advice now it is questioned with "And if I add that it won't end up in my face?"

Shuri will pause then offer something else because she's no evil just mischievous

She pretends to be bored out of her mind the whole time even though she's mentally pocketing all the little steps so she can later try by herself

Every once in a while she'll hit you with an absolutely old school but completely clutch trick you've never heard of before (most likely something she picked up from cooking with Queen Mother) and you pause to look at her

Like "Where the hell did that come from?"

She just shrugs and offers some off the wall flavor combo to throw you off her trail

"Chocolate and peanut butter? Boring. How about anasis and chardonnay." genuinely curious about the combination

Shuri loves to experiment and play with structures and variables esspecially in the kitchen

So tell her your trying to make a souffle or flan and she's there automatically no plots involved or locked doors

Afters all the sweets and practical jokes are out of the oven and cooling and the doors are unlocked

Shuri takes a treat or two and hums looking satisfied with your team work "This was actually fun." mouth half full and gives you a quick hug before leaving

Ever so often she'll come of her own prompting to you wanting to be shown how to make a cookie or some other baked good

And you do but as soon as they're done

She steals like 75% of the goodies as you check some of the few left in the oven and splits them with M'Baku who was already waiting at the door and they run down the hall like small children

Always leaving a note "XOXO, Princess Shuri" and scribbled in the biggest calligraphy that is usually saved for royal documents "Thx from Great Gorrilla,M'Baku" at the scene of the crime

#black panther #erik killmonger #michael b jordan #t'challa #chadwick boseman #m'baku #winston duke #m'baku x reader #t'challa x reader #erik x reader #headcanon #black panther headcanons #baking #domestic black men #domestic wakandans #shuri #shuri x reader #letitia wright

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cryptic-michael · 3 years

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In The Heights from... In The Heights

[USNAVI:] Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away Pop the grate at the crack of dawn, sing While I wipe down the awning Hey y'all, good morning

[PIRAGUA GUY:] Ice cold piragua! Parcha. China. Cherry. Strawberry. And just for today, I got mamey!

[USNAVI:] Oye, piragüero, como estas?

[PIRAGUA GUY:] Como siempre, Señor Usnavi.

[USNAVI:] I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax Is highly complicated ‘cuz I emigrated From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean: Dominican Republic! I love it!

Jesus, I’m jealous of it And beyond that Ever since my folks passed on I haven’t gone back Goddamn, I gotta get on that…

Fo! The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid? I better step it up and fight the heat 'Cuz I’m not makin’ any profit if the coffee isn’t light and sweet!

[ABUELA CLAUDIA:] Ooo-oo!

[USNAVI:] Abuela, my fridge broke. I got café but no “con leche.”

[ABUELA CLAUDIA:] Try my mother’s old recipe: one can of condensed milk.

[USNAVI:] Nice.

[ABUELA CLAUDIA:] Ay! Paciencia y fe…

[USNAVI:] That was Abuela, she’s not really my “abuela,” But she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela Now, you’re prob'ly thinkin: “I’m up shit’s creek! I’ve never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!” Well, you must take the A Train Even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain Get off at 181st, and take the escalator I hope you’re writing this down, I’m gonna test ya later

I’m getting tested; times are tough on this bodega Two months ago somebody bought Ortega’s Our neighbors started packin’ up and pickin’ up And ever since the rents went up It’s gotten mad expensive But we live with just enough

[COMMUNITY:] In the heights I flip the lights and start my day There are fights

[WOMEN:] And endless debts

[MEN:] And bills to pay

[COMMUNITY:] In the Heights I can’t survive without café

[USNAVI:] I serve café

[COMMUNITY:] 'Cuz tonight seems like a million years away! En Washington…

[USNAVI:] Next up to bat, the Rosarios They run the cab company, They struggle in the barrio See, their daughter Nina’s off at college, tuition is mad steep So they can’t sleep Everything they get is mad cheap!

[KEVIN:] Good morning, Usnavi!

[USNAVI:] Pan caliente, café con leche!

[KEVIN:] Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery

[CAMILA:] One ticket, that’s it!

[KEVIN:] Hey! A man’s gotta dream…

[CAMILA:] Don’t mind him, he’s all excited 'Cuz Nina flew in at 3 A.M. last night!

[KEVIN:] Don’t look at me, this one’s been cooking all week!

[CAMILA:] Usnavi, come over for dinner

[KEVIN/CAMILA:] There’s plenty to eat!

[DANIELA:] So then Yesenia walks in the room…

[CARLA:] Aha..

[DANIELA:] She smells sex and cheap perfume!

[CARLA:] Uh oh..

[DANIELA:] It smells like one of those trees That you hang from the rear view!

[CARLA:] Ah, no!

[DANIELA:] It’s true! She screams, “Who’s in there with you, Julio?” Grabs a bat and kicks in the door He’s in bed with José from the liquor store!

[CARLA/USNAVI:] No me diga!

[USNAVI:] Daniela and Carla, from the salon.

[DANIELA/CARLA:] Thanks, Usnavi!

[USNAVI:] Sonny, you’re late.

[SONNY:] Chillax, you know you love me.

[USNAVI:] Me and my cousin runnin’ just another dime-a-dozen Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop And, oh my god, it’s gotten Too darn hot, like my man Cole Porter said People come through for a few cold waters and A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine Everybody’s got a job, everybody’s got a dream They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk The first stop as people hop to work Bust it… I’m like:

“One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine. I got it. You want a box of condoms? What kind? That’s two quarters. Two quarter waters. The New York Times. You need a bag for that? The tax is added.” Once you get some practice at it You do rapid mathematics automatically Sellin’ maxipads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically Everybody’s stressed, yes! But they press through the mess, Bounce checks and wonder what’s next

[COMMUNITY 1:] In the heights I buy my coffee and I go

Set my sights On only what I need to know

In the heights Money is tight But even so

[COMMUNITY 2:] In the heights

I buy my coffee and… Set my sights

What I need to know In the heights Money is tight

Even so

[COMMUNITY:] When the lights go down I blast my radio!

[BENNY:] You ain’t got no skills!

[USNAVI:] Benny!

[BENNY:] Yo, lemme get a..

[USNAVI:] Milky Way

[BENNY:] Yeah, lemme also get a..

[USNAVI:] Daily News..

[BENNY:] And a..

[USNAVI:] Post..

[BENNY:] And most important, my..

[USNAVI:] Boss’ second coffee, one cream..

[BOTH:] Five sugars

[BENNY:] I’m the number one earner..

[USNAVI/SONNY:] What?!

[BENNY:] The fastest learner..

[USNAVI/SONNY:] What?!

[BENNY:] My boss can’t keep me on the damn back burner!

[USNAVI:] Yes, he can

[BENNY:] I’m makin’ moves, I’m makin’ deals, but guess what?

[USNAVI:] What?

[BENNY/SONNY:] You still ain’t got no skills!

[USNAVI:] Hardee-har

[BENNY:] Yo, Vanessa show up yet?

[USNAVI:] Shut up!

[BENNY:] Hey little homie, don’t get so upset

[USNAVI:] Man…

[BENNY:] Tell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a meal On the real, or you ain’t got no skills

[VANESSA:] Nooo! No no nooo! No no nooo, no-no-no! Nooo, no-no-no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no! Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet It’s not reflected in my bank statement But I’ve been savin’ to make a down payment and pay rent No, no, I won’t let you down…

[BENNY:] Yo, here’s your chance; ask her out right now!

[VANESSA:] I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!

[BENNY:] Do somethin’, make your move, don’t freeze!

[USNAVI:] Hey!

[VANESSA:] You owe me a bottle of cold champagne!

[USNAVI:] Are you moving?

[VANESSA:] Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!

[USNAVI:] Well, your coffee’s on the house

[VANESSA:] Okay!

[BENNY:] Usnavi, ask her out

[SONNY:] No way!

[VANESSA:] I’ll see you later, so…

[BENNY:] Oooh… Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes! Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside! You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide! The whole hood is struggling, times are tight And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!

[USNAVI:] Yeah, I’m a streetlight, chokin’ on the heat The world spins around while I’m frozen to my seat The people that I know all keep on rollin’ down the street But every day is different so I’m switchin’ up the beat

'Cuz my parents came with nothing, they got a little more And sure, we’re poor, but yo, at least we got the store And it’s all about the legacy they left with me, it’s destiny And one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writing checks to me

[COMMUNITY:] In the Heights, I hang my flag up on display

[USNAVI:] We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common

[COMMUNITY:] It reminds me that I came from miles away

[USNAVI:] D.R., P.R., we are not stoppin’

[COMMUNITY:] In the Heights Ooh..

In the Heights I’ve got today!

[ABUELA CLAUDIA:] Every day, paciencia y fe

[USNAVI:] Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

[USNAVI:] And today’s all we got, so we cannot stop This is our block!

[COMMUNITY:] In the Heights I hang my flag up on display

[PIRAGUA GUY:] Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

[COMMUNITY:] It reminds me that I came from miles away

[USNAVI/PIRAGUA GUY/NEIGHBORS:] My family came from miles away…

[COMMUNITY:] In the Heights It gets more expensive every day

[USNAVI/PIRAGUA GUY/WOMEN/MEN:] Every day

[COMMUNITY:] And tonight is so far away…

[USNAVI:] But as for mañana, mi pana Ya gotta just keep watchin’

[USNAVI:] You’ll see the late nights You’ll taste beans and rice The syrups and shaved ice I ain’t gonna say it twice

[BENNY/GRAFFITI PETE/MEN:] Late nights! Beans and rice! Shaved ice! Say it twice!

[COMMUNITY:] In the Heights! In the Heights! In the Heights!

[USNAVI:] So turn up the stage lights We’re takin’ a flight To a couple of days in the life of what it’s like

[ALL:] In Washington Heights!

(sorry this is so long)

#I had to look this song up #But it's pretty good #submission

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quaggathemighty · 4 years

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Stepsister, by Jennifer Donnelly: an emotional, messy review.

Recommended For: fantasy, ya, feminist, fairy tale, coming of age stories, girl protagonist, adventure lovers

This will be as close to a spoiler-free review as I can make it.

"It's the hunger in our hearts that kills us."

Have you ever read a book that so thoroughly encompassed everything you ever wanted to put on paper? That ripped into the deepest part of you and dragged you along by your emotions until you're raw and hopeful and shattered and fired up all at once? Because I just have.

The Summary:

“Isabelle should be blissfully happy - she's about to win the handsome prince. Except Isabelle isn't the beautiful girl who lost the slipper and captured the prince's heart. She's the ugly stepsister who cut off her toes to fit into Cinderella's shoe... which is now filling with blood.

When the prince discovers Isabelle's deception, she's turned away in shame. It's no more than she deserves. She cut away pieces of herself in order to become pretty. Sweet. More like Cinderella. But that only made her mean, jealous, and hollow. Now she has a chance to alter her destiny and prove what ugly stepsisters have always known:

It takes more than heartache to break a girl."

My Thoughts:

Isabelle is not pretty. She's jealous and she struggles and while she fiercely loves her sister she often feels lost and afraid, or angry and hateful to the world that left her behind. She cut off her toes because her absolutely mad mother demanded it, heating a knife over the fire while she berates her into obeying, and as a result Isabelle's bitterness and jealousy might even kill her. But as the story unfolds she's also breathtakingly passionate and brave and confident and fiery, and she grows a lot over the course of the story, learning to set aside what everyone else has labeled her (and indeed sometimes what she's labeled herself because of their cruelty), to become her own woman. She's strong and real and well written, and I love her. I want to be her. Goddamn I want every girl to be her. To be their own Elizabeth, Yennenga, Abhaya Rani. Strong, brave, dangerous. Beautiful in their own right, and not always on the surface like the world wants.

"Each queen was once a girl like you. Told who to be and what to do. Not pretty, not pleasing, far too rough. Til wounded subjects, anguished dead, mattered more than things the others said. Then, like a flag, her will unfurled. Go now, girl. Remake the world."

UUUGHhhh. Can we just talk about this book PLEASE? Can this get more of a following so I can scream and rave and flail and ugly cry with more people who loved this book? Oh my god. There are so many things about this book I like, from the way she fought for and protected her sister, to the way she grew to see past the jealousy her mother instilled in her against Ella, to the way it doesn't pit the girls against each other for their vastly different strengths. Well, except for one, but I'll get to that.

The book opens up on what has to be one of the most heart-wrenching, cringe-worthy scenes I've ever read in a young adult novel, and it's that scene with the cutting of the feet and the bloody shoes (yes, from the original myth, this ain't no Disney remake, y'all, it gets gory and doesn't hide from it) is what made me actually come back and buy the book. Isabelle had me by the heartstrings the whole goddamn read. For a girl who never grew up as conventionally attractive, who was always too loud or too brash or never had the right interests (witchcraft, necromancy, and vampires, anyone? No? Don't hide your cringe years from me, I know you had them too), seeing a book properly take these oddities and this 'ugliness', and teach a young woman to learn to accept and even love these things about herself, even though it doesn't get her what she's been told she has to want, but instead pushes her to find her own path? Ugh. Yes. Give me a thousand more of these stories, I could do this all day.

Also, boyfriend cries and has open, deep emotions. What?? A young man in touch with his feelings, that doesn't have to be physically strong to be a good man, that is allowed to be physically weak and emotionally open, and have his own strengths and weaknesses that don't boil down to a six pack and a brooding personality? In a YA FANTASY BOOK?! Hold me.

I rooted for Isabelle the whole way though. I cringed with her, I held my breath, I cheered, I finished the book emotionally exhausted and ready to fucking fight. I haven't felt this pumped up after consuming a story or a piece of media since I went to see Captain Marvel for the first time in theaters, and hot damn, y'all, woman-centric stories that don't revolve around the approval of a man or the need to be petty and spiteful to other women are my jam . I will absolutely be shoving this book in the face of every woman, teenage girl, and preteen female I know, all but begging them to give this book a shot. I read the whole thing in one sitting, the same day I bought it just as a way to pass the time and... mmmm.

I'm gonna try and keep this as spoiler-free as possible, just because I don't want to give anything away, but yeah. On to the genuine criticisms.

Honestly? I didn't have that many. There were a couple of places where I was kind of annoyed, like the catty girl in the village that I wanted rid of, but the way it was handled in relation to Isabelle's story makes me more forgiving, if only for the way she learns to control her temper and not goad more fights out of people that don't really need an excuse. It bothers me that she has to just sit there and take it for her sister's sake, but... maybe that's just because it hits too close to home for some of us. It's a relatively small part of the book and I'm really not too fussed in the long run.

One thing that did throw me at first was the inclusion of the other points of view, like the skip from Isabelle's first chapter in the beginning to the introduction of "Chance," whose band of miscreants and misfits is a little distracting at first, but ultimately entertaining once you figure out how they're involved, and who serves as a sort of 'greater story' framing device for the real world conflicts taking place in the background. "Chance" and "Fate's" cat and mouse game ended up being one of my favorite parts of the underlying tensions in the story, and really helped drive home how make or break Isabelle's ultimate path was, even after she ended up going in a direction no one, not even herself, expected in the end. But it really added to the whole "we make our own path and only we can tell our story" message that ended up getting told as the underlying themes for the whole book. And I can thank it for that.

Right. Now. The big block quote I used up above. Chance decides he needs to tip the scales somewhat, and his whole part of the narrative so far as Isabelle can tell is as a rich eccentric trying to get his misfits and servants to help him put on a play. The play ends up... less a play, and more an inspirational third act speech meant to give Isabelle the push she needs to go and 'do the thing!', and as such it's... kind of cheesy, in hindsight. But at the same time while wrapped up in the story I didn't really notice it save to get super emotional and flaily about how many names were on that list that weren't centered around white western history, and I'm totally here for it. I am absolutely down with the cheese if it brings about the good feels, and the bolster to Isabelle's courage it gave delivered.

I also really like that one of the men driving the story kept pushing that love was what she needed, and automatically brought in a boy to do the job, but it ended up being Isabelle's love for her horse, herself, and her family, and the forgiveness of her step-sister, that really did the trick. Thank you so much Jennifer Donnelly, for not making this be about a man.

I really wish this review could do it more justice, but I'm pushing the limits of my word count as it is, and I don't want to risk repeating the ugly, happy blubbering I was doing at the end of the story. Suffice it to say I ABSOLUTELY recommend this book to anyone who likes fairy tales, feminist stories, girl-centered stories, coming of age stories, fantasies, everyone, really. I can't sum it up any better than Jennifer Donnelly herself in the forward of this book: "To everyone who's ever felt like they're not enough."

SNIIIIFFF. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat a pint of ice cream and watch Xena: Warrior Princess reruns with my puppy. Peace!

#stepsister #jennifer donnelly #ya fantasy #book review #fairy tale #cinderella #cinderella retelling #omg yall im gonna die this book destroyed me #ugly sobbing over my computer at 2am #feminist roar #READ THIS BOOK #QuaggaReads

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trashcanband4 · 5 years

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Father Daughter Duo Ch. 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter Title: Unsettled. Pairing: Eventual DarylxBay(oc) Warnings: Rape, Non-customary situations. Word count: 5,597.

I shot straight up in bed when the sound of a loud high pitched scream pierced the air. But it stopped when I realized that the scream was coming from my lips. 'It was just a dream; Merle's not here, your safe.' I had to repeat this in my head several times before I convinced myself that it was true. I had just gotten my erratic breathing under control when someone banged on the door at the bottom of the tower making me almost jump out of my skin.

I was met by the face of Rick when I unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Sup?" I asked trying to pretend like my heart didn't feel like it was going to pound out of my chest and he looked at me funny.

"Did you get even one wink of sleep last night?" he asked as he studied me and I squirmed under his gaze.

"Yeah, why?" I asked a bit confused.

"Because you look like you haven't slept in days." I laughed because the way my body ached all over suggested the same thing.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a peaceful sleep." I admitted giving up my act. "Anyways, what do you need?" I asked trying to bring him back to task.

"Oh, um, I just wanted to thank you." I caught the worried glance he sent Lori's direction. "Most people now days wouldn't have led a bunch of strangers to their camp" I couldn't tell if there was a warning hidden in his sentence or not, but the way he said it made me feel stupid. "We all really appreciate it." I sighed and leaned against the door frame.

"She looked like she could use the rest." I said with a pointed look at Lori. "To be completely honest I probably would have tried to run if I hadn't seen her." I was afraid that he would be offended by that but instead he look like he understood. I got the feeling he didn't want to talk about her condition so I pushed past him and started walking to the fire where everyone sat eating breakfast. My heart stopped when Daryl was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Daryl?" I wasn't really asking anyone in particular, but Maggie answered me. She said he left at dawn to go looking for his brother and that he was a good tracker. 'Is he going to find him? Will he bring him here to hurt me again? Is Rick gonna let that happen?' I clenched my fists and tried to focus only on the pain that shot through them.

I could feel Rick looking at me, but I ignored him. Daryl couldn't bring that man back here, he…he just couldn't. The food that was sitting in front of me remained untouched and soon I couldn't sit there any longer. I had to move I had to do something, anything. So I grabbed my knife and started killing the walkers that had gathered at the gate that led to cell block C. My abrupt departure didn't go unnoticed, because soon my father was at my side. "I get that yer mad at me, and I get why, but why are ya actin' like this Bay?" I stopped what I was doing and turned to him. He really didn't understand what had happened and he was shallow enough to think that Merle simply ran off without hurting me. "I've never seen ya like this."

"You really can't think of one thing that might have happened that would make me act the way I am?" If he couldn't guess then he didn't deserve to know. "Do you remember anything after dinner the other night?" When he shook his head I realized that he didn't even know that he told me he would keep an eye on me.

"I tied Merle up, then we ate and went to bed." That’s it? That’s all he remembers?

"You're such an idiot Sean!" he looked truly hurt, but I didn't care. "Yeah you tied him up, yeah we ate dinner, but you went to sleep, not me." Tears started falling down my face and he took a step toward me with his arm held out to embrace me, but I shoved him as hard as I could.

"What did I do to make you hate me this much?" I let loose a scream of frustration. He should be asking what Merle did.

"You let him rape me!!" It came out of my mouth like violent word vomit burning my throat as it came up. He just stood there staring at me with the worst look on his face I had ever seen. Unfortunately I had said it loud enough for everyone to hear and I looked around me too see them all staring. My father tried to hug me, but I shoved him again. "Don’t touch me!" I ran to the tower that had my stuff in it and locked the door behind me. My father started pounding on the door demanding that I let him in, but I pressed my back against it as hard as I could and told him to go away as I slid down.

I dug my fingers into the sores on my hands and used the sharp pains to distract myself, but when I no longer felt the pain, I heard my father's yelling again. "Ya knew about this?!" I dropped the knife and flung the door open. I wasn't going to let him take this out on Rick. "And ya didn't feel the need to tell me? I ought to-" my father had his fist raised at Rick.

"Leave him alone." He dropped his arm and looked at me like he couldn't believe I had just told him that. "It wasn't his place to tell you, it was mine and I didn't want you to know." He asked me why. "Because it doesn’t change anything. I still hate you and I will always wish Merle was dead." I walked back into the tower, and packed up my stuff before I threw it on my back and left the tower. The men went their separate ways and I went back to taking my anger out on the ugly things that used to be people.

I had taken down at least thrity walkers and the sun was straight up in the sky when Maggie said that Daryl was back. I walked over to where Maggie, Beth and Hershel were sitting around the fire. "Don't tell him." I could tell by the look on their faces that they knew what I was talking about. "He needs to hear it from me." They all nodded sadly before Daryl walked up and I walked away. I could hear Maggie when she asked him if he found him and I slowed my pace to hear his answer.

"Na, trail went cold." I let out a sigh of relief at the good news. Maggie cleared her throat before she told him she was sorry. I picked up my pace and went back to killing the undead.

A little after noon Rick had us all gather together for a group meeting. "I know we all want to enjoy this, but we've gotta push just a little bit more, most of the walkers are dressed as guards and prisoners. Looks like this place fell pretty early. It could mean the supplies may be intact." We all looked at each other knowing what that would mean. "They'd have an infirmary, a commissary," Rick looked around at everyone including my father and me.

"An armory." Daryl added and Rick nodded.

"That'd be outside the prison itself, but not too far away." I saw a light smirk on Daryl face at Rick's confirmation. "Wardens offices would have info on the location. Weapons, food, medicine, this place could be a gold mine." Rick pointed at the cell block and I cringed.

"I don't know about y'all, but we don't have much ammo left" my father looked around the group and Hershel spoke up saying that they would run out before they even made a dent.

Rick just shrugged. "That’s why we gotta go in there…hand to hand. After all we've been through, we can handle it, I know it." He looked at Carl and nudged him. "These assholes don't stand a chance." Carl smiled back, but no one else was smiling. I can't speak for everyone else, but I didn't want to go in there and I certainly didn't want anyone else going in there, not even Dad.

But no one had any protests, and it was decided that Rick, Sean, Daryl, T-Dog Glenn and Maggie would be going inside to clear out as much as they could. I stood by and watched as they gathered their weapons and whatever else they thought they would need then gathered at the gate. Maggie and Rick had machetes, Daryl had his crossbow on his back and knife gripped in his hand while Glenn had a long pipe and a knife and T-dog had a fire poker. My father glanced at me with his hatchet in his hand and his hunting knife on his belt strapped to his leg. Judging by the look on his face he wanted to talk to me, but he knew that I didn't want to hear it and he would be right, to a certain point. I was aware that he might get hurt in there so I walked over to him and simply said "Stay safe."

After that we both turned to see Rick take off the chains that my father had put on the gate and look around. Everyone nodded that they were ready and those of us that weren't going inside took our places along the fence. Rick slid the gait open and they all ran in taking on a circle formation. "Hey, hey over here!" We called to the walkers stumbling along the fence and they turned their ugly faces in our direction. Distracting the walkers from the people on the inside didn't last long though, because they eventually figured out that the real dinner was not us and turned their attention to my father and the others. Beth was standing closest to me.

"Can you see them?" Lori and I asked as the same time.

"They went back there." Beth pointed to the other side of the building. I didn't like not being able to tell what was going on and I could tell no one else did either, because they stayed huddled together while I stood off to the side. After what felt like forever they came back into view. I heard Glenn say that is seemed to be secure and Daryl pointed to something in the distance then at a female walker on the ground. I couldn't make out the rest of their conversation but soon they all disappeared into the building without even a glance in our direction.

"What do you think?" Rick asked as we all walked into the cleared building with our things in hand and Glenn said what I'm sure was in all of our heads, home sweet home. "Well for the time being." Lori asked him if it was secure. "This cell block is." I leaned against the back wall behind the rest of the people and listened to their conversation.

"What about the rest of the prison?" the question came from Hershel who walked in with a sleeping bag under one arm and a backpack over his shoulder.

"In the morning we'll find the infirmary and the cafeteria." Rick answered. I was excited about the idea of more food and medical supplies, but I didn't like the idea that my father could be going back out into the walker infested halls.

"We'll sleep in the cells?" Beth asked with a grossed out look on her face.

"I found keys on some guards. Daryl has a set too." Rick answered again and my attention was drawn up to the catwalk when Daryl spoke from above us.

"I ain't sleepin' in no cage, I'll take the perch." He walked over to the small platform where the stairs were attached and we all took that as our signal to pick our own sleeping arrangements. I couldn't help but crack a smile when I saw Carl follow Beth into one of the cells only for Hershel to shoo him out a minute later.

"Come on." My father jerked his head for me to follow him into a cell but I stopped at the doorway and watched him set his stuff on the bottom bunk. Did he really think I was going to share a cell with him after what he did? "I'll let you have top bunk." He frowned when he saw that I hadn't sat my bags down.

"I'm uh, going to find my own place." I tugged my pack further up on my shoulder and took a step back.

"Come on Bay don't be like that." He reached out to put a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged him off. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for ya sweetie, but-"

"But nothing Sean. I'm sleeping somewhere else, deal with it." He could try to apologize all he wanted, but I wasn't going to listen. I left him standing there looking like a kicked puppy. I didn't know where I wanted to sleep other than no where around Maggie and Glenn because I was sure they would be making noises that I didn't want to hear. So when I saw the stairs I walked up them, past where Daryl was laying on a blanket covered mattress from one of the cells and into the second cell I came to. It was far enough from everyone but not too far away from a door in case I ever need to make a run for it.

There was a dead walker lying against the wall in a pile of dried blood. So I threw my bag onto the dusty bed, grabbed its feet and started pulling. "Need help?" Daryl asked when I got out on the perch but I ignored him and kept tugging the dead weight until it was at the edge.

"No." I looked over the railing to make sure no one was walking below before I gave the walker a good kick that sent it tumbling to the ground below. I turned to look at him. He made the prison mattress look comfortable the way he was laying there all kicked back with one foot on the railing and his hands behind his head. "Thanks anyways." He shrugged before I walked back to my cell and sat down on the bed. Other than the dried blood on the back wall and floor the cell really wasn't that bad, the bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as Daryl made it look, but it was better than the metal floor I slept on the previous night. There was a small table that was attached to the wall and a stool pushed under it.

I had just started rolling out my sleeping bag on the bottom bunk when my father knocked on the bars. "Just letting' ya know that I'm going huntin' with Daryl while it's still light out." I shrugged and popped the blanket to get the wrinkles out.

"Kay, whatever." I didn't look at him, but I heard him sigh.

"And Hershel wants to look at yer hands, see how they're healin'." I hated the way he was talking to me. Like I might turn into a walker and bite his head off at any second. But I couldn't let him think that what he did was okay.

"Yeah, fine." I still didn't look at him and soon I heard two sets of foot steps going down the metal stairs. I took my sweet time making my bed and after a quick look out the door of my cell I let the song that was playing him my head slip through my lips. It had always been my way of venting. "I open my eyes. I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light. I can't remember how I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight. And I can't stand the pain and I can't make it go away. No I can't stand the pain."

"Your dad was right." I let out a girly squeak and spun around to see a smiling Hershel standing in the cell opening. "You do have a wonderful voice." I put my hand over my chest to try and steady the rapid beating. "Song choice could use some work though." I snorted and turned back to my bed.

"Yeah well I didn't really feel like singing walking on sunshine." He chuckled before I turned back to him. "I was going to come down when I was done." He walked out onto the perch where it was brighter and held his hands out for mine. I reluctantly held them out for him and he took off the dirty bandages. The open blisters under my fingers on both hands were scabbing over and the ones under my thumbs that were still covered with skin were tinder but okay. It was the hole in the palm of my right hand that looked the worst.

"How did you get this?" I didn't want to answer him, even if the whole world, or what's left of it, knew what happened to me the details were meant to be kept to myself.

"Does it really matter?" I asked with a tight throat and he shrugged before he finished cleaning it and wrapped it in clean cloth that had clearly once been a bed sheet.

After that everyone except for Daryl, who went hunting with my father, spent the rest of the day dragging bodies out of the building and court yard into the field. I had just dragged one of the last bodies to the pile when I saw my father and Daryl come out of the woods. Rick told everyone that we would get the rest of the walkers out of the court yard tomorrow.

Once my father and Daryl had their kill skinned and gutted we all gathered around the fire and watched it cook. I ended up sitting between Hershel and Lori. Everyone's spirits were high. They were all Joking, laughing and talking about the old world. Eventually someone brought out a bottle of wine and started passing it around. It had been passed my way a few times and I passed it on without drinking any each time. "Bay," My father got my attention from two people down "Beth sung last night why don't you tonight?" I gritted my teeth because I had become comfortably invisible in the circle and here he was putting all the attention on me. T-Dog, Beth and Maggie all said they would like to hear.

I didn't have a chance to refuse before Hershel opened his big mouth. "I'd like to hear too as long as it's not that depressing song you were singing earlier." I glared at him across my shoulder and he just smiled like it was no big deal.

"Oh so you'll sing for him, but you wont sing for me? I see how it is." I felt like throwing something at him. I didn't sing for Hershel, he just happened to hear when I thought no one was around.

"I didn't ask her to sing for me, I just overheard." He explained to my father and he calmed down a bit. Hershel turned to me and nudged me with his elbow. "Come on you're good and we'd all like to hear." Ugh I hated this, I hated the pressure they were putting on me.

"Uh, I don't really feel like it tonight, maybe some other time." I knew that whatever I chose to sing would kill the happy buzz more than me just saying that I didn't want to sing.

"Come on, why don'tcha feel like it? Ya apparently felt like singin' earlier." Dad just wouldn't let it go and I didn't understand why.

"Fine I'll do it if it'll get you off my fuckin' back." Me snapping at him was all it took put a damper on the happy mood so I tried to come up wit something that would counter act that. So I chose the only song I could think of that had nothing to do with me.

"Lying here with you, listening to the rain, smiling just to see a smile upon your face." I looked over at Glenn and Maggie to let them know this was directed at them and Maggie smiled up at Glenn. "These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive. These are the moments I'll remember all my life. I've found all I've waited for and I could not ask for more." Glenn stood up and held his hand out to Maggie. They walked off a little ways and started dancing. "Looking in your eyes, seeing all I need. Everything you are is everything in me." I saw Rick nudge Carl and jerk his head to where Beth sat. "These are the moments I know heaven must exist." Carl shook his head no and Rick nudged him again. "These are the moments I know all I need is this." Carl hesitantly stood and held his hand out to Beth who looked at her father. "I've found all I've waited for, yeah, and I could not ask for more." Hershel huffed out a breath before he silently told her she could. "I could not ask for more than this time together. I could not ask for more than this time with you." She took his hand with a smile on her face and they walked to where Maggie and Glenn were dancing before they started clumsily swaying back and forth. "And every prayer has been answered. Every dream I've had's come true." Rick looked like he was thinking about asking Lori to dance, but they just ended up sharing an awkward smile. "Yeah, right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be. Here with you here with me, yeah." With the two couples dancing the rest of us sat around the fire sharing awkward looks. Eventually T-Dog and Hershel scooted closer to where my father and Daryl sat. "These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive. These are the moments I'll remember all my life." I had been feeling unnecessarily lonely since we got to this prison, and watching the two couples dancing and looking happy only magnified that. The longer I sat there watching the men, the more it looked like they were talking about me. I saw Daryl's lips form the words hell no when my dad and T-Dog looked at him. Not long after that T-Dog walked over and held his hand out to me. I was glad that he didn't look offended when I shook my head no. I hadn't said even one word to the guy; there was no way I was going to dance with him. When T-Dog sat down they all turned to Daryl. He was clearly getting pissed off and I watched the words I ain't doing it fall off his lips. My father came over to me and leaned down whisper in my ear.

"Ya deserve to have some fun too; they ain't gonna mess with ya. If they do I'll kill 'em. So dance, let loose, have a god time." I couldn't believe what he was telling me. He wanted me to dance with a guy he barely knew even though he knew that I had recently been raped? "Daryl's agreed, so just do it." When he moved Daryl was standing in front of me looking like he really didn't want to dance with me, but I knew that if I didn't dance with him, my father would never leave me alone about it. It would be easier in the long run to just dance now and save myself a lecture later. The others kept dancing even though I had stopped singing as I walked over to them with Daryl.

I had never danced with anyone before. I'm sure standing on my dad's feet when I was little didn't count. I didn't know where to put my hands so I looked at Maggie and Glenn to see that her hands were draped over his shoulders her head was rested on his neck. Daryl rolled his eyes before he grabbed my arms and put my hands on his shoulders. If it hadn't been for my father glaring at me I would have just left right then. My stomach started rolling when he placed his hands on my hips and made us start moving. "I've found all I've waited for and I could not ask for more. I could not ask for more than this time together.” I picked up singing again and tried not to look at Daryl’s face. Not looking at him didn’t keep me from feeling him. His shoulders felt like hard stones under my thinly bandaged hands and the feel of his warm hands lightly gripping my his made it hard to breathe. “I could not ask for more than this time with you. And every prayer has been answered.” No, they have not, if god was answering my prayers right now he would let me out of this situation so I could run away like I so desperately want to do. “Every dream I've had's come true. Yeah, right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be.” When Daryl’s fingers, pressed a littler tighter into the softness of my hips my eyes shot up to his. “Oh, here with you here with me. No, I could not ask for more than this love you gave me.” I had never noticed how blue they were, they looked a lot like his brothers yet somehow were vastly different. We ended up staring into each other’s eyes until the song was over. “Cause it's all I've waited for and I could not ask for more. No, I could not ask for more." As soon as we stopped moving I took my hands off of his shoulder and crossed my arms over my chest. “Thanks for the dance.” I told him as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

Everyone clapped as we came back to the fire. They were all telling me how pretty it sounded and that I had a wonderful voice and so on, but I let it all go in one ear and out the other. I didn't know what to do with all of it so I decided it was time for me to call it a night. Why did I have to sing that stupid song? All it did was make me feel worse. I wished I could just walk into the prison and magically have my old life back. That I could travel back in time and be the invisible girl who's only problem was that she was 20 and still didn't have her drivers license.

But when I walked into the dark prison all I saw was the moonlit cells that were the closest thing I was going to get to a home. I grabbed my battery powered lantern off of one of the tables and made my way up to my cell. I sank down in the corner and tucked my head between my knees.

I sat like that for about twenty minutes before I heard someone coming up the stairs. I walked to the door of my cell to see Daryl walk over to his bed. I still needed to tell him about what happened, but I didn't know how. So I slowly walked out onto the perch. I felt like I was invading his space so I motioned to the edge of the platform. "Mind it I sit for a while?" he shook his head no and I sat down dangling my feet over the edge. When neither of us said anything I turned around and rested my back against the bottom rail and my head against the upper one. "Yer probably tired of hearin' it but ya really are a good singer."

"I'm not tired of hearin' it, I just don't believe it." This made me think of how I rejected T-Dog. "I hope I didn't hurt T-Dogs feelings when I didn't dance with him." A soft chuckle left his lips.

"Na, he knew ya would probably say no." I started picking at my fingernails not knowing what to say. "He just didn't expect ya to dance with me." All I could do was hope that I didn't give Daryl the wrong idea because I chose to dance with him. "For curiosity's sake, why didn't ya dance with 'em?" I hugged my knees to my chest and shrugged.

"Just don't like being touched." It was a simple explanation, but it didn't seem to be good enough for him.

"But ya danced with me?" I let my face show my discomfort.

"It was either dance with you or deal with my father." He didn't say anything and I hoped that what I said put any thoughts that he might have about me to rest.

"Yer the last person that saw my brother right?" the sudden change of subject wasn't any better than the last one. "Did he say where he was going before he took off?" I knew he would ask me questions like this sooner or later. I just shook my head. "So he just left without a word?" I squeezed my eyes shut because he did the opposite.

"He said plenty before he left." My voice was shaky and he looked at me funny. "Just nothing I feel like repeating to you." I hugged myself tighter as a tear fell down my cheek. "You don't need to find him; things will be a whole lot easier if he's left out there to rot." I couldn't control the mean things that came from my mouth and he sat up on his mattress and gave me a go to hell look.

"You best watch what ya say 'bout my brother and just tell me where the fuck he went." Apparently I hit a nerve, but so did he by defending his brother.

“Even if I knew where he went I would never tell you. That piece of shit deserves to be hung by his neck for what he’s done to me and I’ll be damned if I will let you bring him here to rape me again!” the angry words flew off of my lips just like they had when I told my father. I tucked my head between my knees anticipating his reaction. But one never came and I looked up to see him staring off into space.

Eventually his gaze moved to rest one me. "He…raped, ya?" I nodded my head and his face turned angry. "I don't believe ya."

"You don't believe me?" he shook his head sparking a flame in me again and I jerked up my shirt sleeve to reveal the hand shaped bruise then pulled up the legs of my bermuda shorts to reveal the numerous bruises that littered my inner thighs. "Then please explain to me where these came from, because my father sure as hell didn't put them there." He shook his head back and forth really fast like he was trying to shake the horrible idea out of his head. I pulled my shorts back down covering the purple spots back up. "I don't know what your brother was like before, but that's who he is now." Well now everyone in the group knew and there was nothing I could do about it. I tucked my head between my knees as all the anger seeped out of my body and the always impending sadness replaced it.

I hated letting someone see me cry. It made me feel even more pathetic than I already did. "Shit, don't do that." I kept my face hidden, because I couldn't make the tears stop on command. "I won't look for him anymore. The bastard never could keep it in his pants, especially if he was fucked up on something'." I sniffled a few times before I looked up at him.

"You're serious?" I found it hard to believe that he would give up looking for his family just like that. "You really believe me?" he nodded and I let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought it was yer old man that put that mark on ya." He nodded at my arm and I looked at him in confusion. "The way y'all treat each other," he didn't finished his sentence and I knew what he was saying. I shook my head and told him that my father would never hurt me. "Then why do ya hate him so much?"

"Because he let him do it." I said with a shrug.

"But he would never hurt ya?" he asked confused and I shook my head, because I didn't mean that he sat by and watched.

"He was too busy getting drunk to see that Merle was holding me hostage behind the bus. He waited until Sean passed out before he…" I couldn't say it again, and I didn't have to. He made a pained face and looked at the ground. Maybe it was this reaction that made me think Daryl wasn't that bad after all, but I still didn't trust him.

"I'm so sorry." I got the feeling he didn't say those words very often and I shook my head as I wiped the moisture off of my face.

"Don't do that. Don't say you're sorry for something you couldn't have helped." He shrugged and I pulled myself to my feet. "It only makes things worse." I took a few steps toward my cell before I looked at him over my shoulder. "Goodnight." He nodded and laid back down not bothering to cover up.

"G'night." I walked into my cell and lay down on the bottom bunk pulling the sleeping bag over me as I did. Sleep eventually did overcome me, but when it did it was anything but peaceful.

A/N: The song was Sara Evans’ "I Could Not Ask For More"

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Out of Place

I looked around as I woke up to the hum of wheels and car horns and the lull of the aging engine to the truck.

I lifted a hand to the passenger car door playing with the handle. With each inhale I took in the smell of rain in the cotton seats running down my leather jacket and collecting itself in my jeans. The car slows on the highway and I look away from the traffic to take a glimpse at Jim. I smile shyly at him as we make eye contact. Jim mindlessly scratches his tangled beard and lightly taps the wheel to an unheard beat. There was an accident on the side of the road. Minor, but enough to break the flow of the car's smooth rhythm on the highway. I didn’t have the patience for this right now and I knew Jim could sense it. I counted the numbers on the road signs and added them up to an even number. Then I started dividing that number by four. Numbers always calmed me down. They were so normal so stupid and emotionless and I loved that.

“You like the radio?”

“Whatever is fine” I hated when he asked for my opinion because I knew he truly cared. Two-hundred and fifty six divided by four is sixty four…

“Come on everyone’s got a tune”

“Yea” and nobody ever did. Care that is. eight…

“Nothing?”

“Mmh” two…

He coughed nervously and I felt him shift in his seat so that his hand rested in the space between us. I was being unfair and I knew that. Jim was saving my life. The least I could do was have awkward road conversation. I laid against the window as my kinky hair framing my face cushioned my head and drifted asleep.

Cities became suburbs and suburbs became thinner roads and dimmer lights. Jim eased up on the gas as we got off the highway into “Clifton”. I had honestly no idea where we were going. Just as long as it was safe.

The thinner paths narrowed into one remote dirt road and I changed my position from the passenger window to the front to get a better view as more and more woodsy trees blocked out the setting sun. The rocking of the truck nudged at my fluttering stomach as we slowed to a stop in front of a house with a massive frame. The house was white with green shutters and stood impressively at two stories. Surrounding it were several towering trees that teased what little sunlight was able to shine through to the house as the sun headed west. Several of the windows sprouted lights from the inside telling me how late it was. I closed my leather jacket around me even closer to shake off a shudder as the wind licked at the holes in my weathered jeans. I stepped out of the car and jumped to the ground and felt the gravel meet my worn out converse.

“Come on let’s get ya inside” Jim placed his hand on my shoulder and carried my duffel bag and suitcase. I wasn’t sure how long I was staying and Jim didn’t seem to mind. Why was I being so selfish? Jim could’ve thrown me out like the rest of my family. Hung up the phone, blocked my number and scorned me the way the family did to him. He was so kind and didn’t bat an eye when I told him I needed his help. He had much reason to curse my name and cast me to the side but I knew he wouldn’t. I knew his warm heart was the same thing that got him shut out from the family in the first place.

We got to the door and Jim yanked his keys from his front belt loop and opened the front door. I couldn’t help but notice the obscured “Welcome” that decorated the mat as I swiped my feet across its surface and stepped inside.

“I’ll get your things in your room so you can start settlin’ in. Go ahead and find somethin’ warm to drink in the kitchen. I’m bettin’ Linda left some tea on the stove.” He walked through the expansive living room and started up the stairs behind the enormous couch facing a large television.

“Come out you rascals I know y'all’ ain’t sleepin’!” giggles echoed the house and I jumped in surprise. Jim and Linda were driven so far out of the family circle I never learned about how many kids he had. How many more cousins I have. My family was very controlled with my Father at the head of the table pushing all the right buttons. Either you played by his rules, or he played you.

“Where’d you say the tea was again?”

I yelled towards the staircase so that he could hear me but I got no response. I took the time to notice the architecture of the stairs. The wood of each step hardened with shine. Nothing was out of place in this house. With the amount of giggles I heard there must be at least three kids. Whoever the housekeeper was they had their hands full. I suddenly remembered I had heard no creaks as he trekked up the stairs. Not a hair out of line. Not even their stairs. No matter how estranged Jim was to the rest of the family he still occupied one of the families many properties. I scanned the living room and took in my surroundings. adjacent to the couch on the opposite wall of the stairs stood a glorious fireplace mantle sprouting with pictures. I walked over and tears almost filled my eyes. There stood Jim and his family on a beautiful sunny day in front of this house. His arm graced the shoulders of presumably Linda. To say Linda was beautiful gave her no justice. Her looks were poetic. She had large but piercing dark brown eyes that complimented her full lips. Her effortlessly styled locs framed her heart shaped face. and her dark skin glowed like the sun's reflection on the sea. I found myself being filled with jealousy. Here stood this stunning woman that had welcomed Jim with open arms as his family discarded him to the side. and of course the children. That's what hurt the most. They would probably never know their family. Do you still call them family when they do what we did to Jim? They smiled back at me with such glee. I glee I didn't think I could experience anymore. Brown dimpled cheeks smiled back at me and a tear finally dropped out my eye. I looked around the cozy living room again and sighed. This house has been in their family for generations. I recognized it from the pictures. All of the pictures. All those memories. With such an old house they would’ve had to spend a fortune to make it accommodating to the kids.

Just I shifted to move to the kitchen a snap of a twig broke the silence like a whip. Why did I feel like eyes were glued to the back of my neck? The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood up and I tensed. I wanted to peer out the window but it was too dark and that would alert whoever was watching me. No I felt it. Something was wrong. No, it couldn't be happening here there's no way anyone could know I'm here I made sure of that. I stilled so all I could hear was the sound of my own breath. The giggles upstairs had ceased and worried me that something was very, very wrong. I started to panic. Wait, stop no don't panic!

Why hadn’t Jim come back downstairs yet? And where was Linda? It was very unusual in the south for the woman of the house not to greet a guest. Was Linda still angered by Jim's exile? I’d never met my Aunt but I was assuming that I’d be safe if Jim trusted her enough to marry her.

“Jim?!” I ran through the living room to the kitchen and rummaged violently through the first drawer to my left. I looked up and by the stove a wooden stand held several cooking knives. I grabbed the largest steak knife and held it by my side. Listening. Waiting.

Knock. Knock. Knock

No no no no this can’t be happening there’s children here they can’t get in the way. Four, eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty…

Knock. Knock. Knock

I couldn’t even tell where the knocking was coming from, the front door, a window, the house was so big and it was unfamiliar. And all the damn lights were on. Whoever was out there was definitely watching me right now.

I heard footsteps pummeling down the stairs and I strengthened my stance with the handle of the knife firmly held in my hand.

“Jim?!”

He had a gun in his hand. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one who had heard the knocking but now I knew for sure someone was here. “Jim I’m so sorry” I said. I had done this to him. His home. His family. I didn’t know who was out there but I knew they weren’t leaving anytime soon. How could I have been so selfish? It was always like that. In her tiniest memories Jim was the one who showed her passion and love as a child. And then one day he just wasn’t there anymore. He looked into my dark brown eyes and said nothing as he met me in the kitchen and took guard in front of me. I knew that look. It was the look he would always give that I could never forget as a child. The look I could never get from my own father. It said “I gotcha”.

The door exploded open and a creature jumped inside. It was the size of Jim’s truck with four sturdy tree trunks as legs that held its massive body. Jim had already begun to shoot at it raining bullets in its direction as it made its way toward us. It’s eyes were blue. A beautiful icy blue. As if it couldn’t see. “Jim it’s blind!” He nodded in response and shot above the creature’s head. Large chunks of debris rained upon its head and it whimpered as it fell to the ground. Piles and piles of the house just fell from above, the living room ceiling pinning the beast to the ground. Then there was silence.

“Jim, the kids, Linda, are they okay?”

“Yes let’s go we don’t have time”. He opened a drawer and reloaded his gun and I stood still in disbelief. His family was in this predicament because of me. I did this. I brought this thing here.

“Ingrid” he snapped. “Please we don’t have time we need to leave now”. He grabbed my hand and we ran around the pile of concrete and wall plaster that trapped the creature. His beautiful house. Nothing out of place.

He let go of my hand so we could run down to the truck. His dark skin caught what little light was alluding them from the house and I opened the door and hopped into the passenger side. I screamed.

Just as Jim went to slide into the driver’s seat the monster grabbed his torso.

"JIM!"

It swung him from side to side with its snarling mouth as Jim let off a round of bullets into its abdomen. It dropped to the grass with Jim still in his mouth as it collapsed. Its rugged breath no longer filling the silence of the woods.

“Jim! Jim! Wake up man come on come on come on!” I wanted to cry but no tears came. I bent down at his side and took his hand tightly in mine. He opened his eyes and I stopped my breath. They were a beautiful icy blue.

I loosened my grip from his hand but he kept holding on too tightly for me to release my fingers. His face distorted into a smile that should have been too large for his face. He flashed his teeth and each one had a razor sharp point that glowed against his skin. Jim smiled when he was nervous. He smiled all the time. This wasn’t the same smile. One of his hands grabbed my neck and I wrapped my fingers around his arm as his hands squeezed tighter around my windpipe. I choked and tried to scream. I dug my nails mercilessly into his skin to loosen his grip with no prevail. This wasn’t the Jim I knew. This wasn’t the man that would sneak me tamarind balls under the dinner table when I didn’t want to drink my soup. This wasn’t the Jim that took my face in his hands when I was a little girl and told me I was gonna change this family forever. This wasn’t the uncle I wished had really been my father.

I was starting to lose my strength. His icy blue eyes where the dark brown ones had been, stared into me waiting for me to give out. So was I. “I’m sorry Jim” I thought. I’m so so sorry.

The grip abruptly loosened and I dropped to my knees in the grass. I looked up and Jim lay sprawled on the floor. A bullet straight through his head. I looked behind me to see where the shot came from. A woman stood ten feet behind me with a rifle still raised. “Oh Jim” I moaned.

Linda lowered her gun but kept her eyes on Jim as the wind blew her locs pass her face, “wasn’t Jim anymore hon. Wasn’t him”. She walked back towards the house dragging the butt of the rifle in the grass. I stayed kneeling and wept the tears I couldn’t weep before.

#ariskevil #fantasyfiction #fantasy fiction #blackgirlprotagonist #melaninfantasy #fantasyforblackgirls #fantasymelanin #fantasyforneglectedmelanin

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frost-skyder · 5 years

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Gaslighting, homophobia, harassment, etc.

This is a copy of a journal that was/is on deviantArt since the incident happened there, but I’m putting some of my records here when it involves harassment and art theft.

Warning: This includes harassment towards minors by a predatory adult, homophobic behavior, gaslighting, and other predatory behaviors.

Another Update:

Archived here for better viewing:

https://web.archive.org/web/20190704135920/https://www.deviantart.com/haleyc7995/journal/Harassment-and-Discrimination-About-My-Opinion-802306133

It’s one thing to harass me, but going out and threatening others isn’t okay.

Update, a freaking year later:

https://www.deviantart.com/haleyc7995/journal/Everyone-report-this-journal-for-harassment-802227692

Apparently I'm part of the LGBT+ Mafia because I said it's homophobic to go out of your way to say our existence is wrong? Not sure where they got that idea but they chose to dig up this old warning journal since they were harassing Queer people, and apparently think it's still okay to do so.

Also going to note that trying to use neurodivergency as an excuse for our actions isn't okay and is ableist, basically spitting in the face of other neurodivergent people.

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OH WAIT THERE'S MORE!

This guy has sexually harassed minors. Also much more disgusting rhetoric than I expected in stamps but also in other comments towards minors. Please be advised of the explicit comments when clicking on this journal.

[Journal redacted by minor]

It's one thing for him to harass me, another adult, but to sexually harass and target minors is beyond disgusting, and illegal. If anyone wants an example of what a predator is, here it is.

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Nvm, not last update.

Due to more and more people coming forward, I'm going to keep updating this journal, and adding links provided to me. I'm going to state that I'm so, so sorry to all of those who have been harmed by the three perpetrators in this journal. Hopefully from awareness comes prevention of further victims.

It was also brought up to me that my journal skin was causing issues for mobile users, so since this journal is very serious in nature, I have removed it so no matter what platform it should be legible.

This Journal is being added because it provides more information. TW (Rapey Rhetoric, body shaming, harassment, etc)

[Journal removed]

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Last Update (hopefully): Due to the garbage he keeps posting, I decided to block both his accounts because he's just rehashing what others have said about him, and now pinning it on victims lmao. When I told him I didn't tolerate how he was sexually harassing women and belittling sexual assault victims, apparently I'm the one harassing trauma victims now??

For the record...the only person I've blocked is him, which makes it funnier, but okay Chad™

Also going to state that being neurodivergent is not a justification for marginalizing others, ever, and is a spit in the face and throws other neurodivergent people under the bus. As I said, most of my friends with autism are in the LGBT+ community, and a majority of my friends are neurodivergent in general. So am I. It's never an excuse to marginalize others,

ever.

Apologies to everyone who had to deal with him, his nonsense, and has to deal with people like this in general.

And sorry, but marginalized groups speaking out against people actively trying to harm and oppress them isn't and will never be fascism. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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Very, very IMPORTANT Edit:

It is fairly easy to tell, but EmpatheticDesign is the same person as GrandtheftAutoOnline, and uses the duo of accounts to block evade.

I was made aware by others spreading my journal that this person is known for this behavior, has harassed others in the past, and belittled victims of trauma, including rape victims. It's one thing to be a homophobic garbage pile, but to go out of your way to harm and belittle those who have suffered through serious trauma? So yeah, please let others be aware so they are not harassed as well.

Edit: The second journal was removed at the request of the victim, who didn't want to associate with their abuser, or be found again. I was allowed though to give some details about what happened, so I think it's best that I post a screenshot of our notes, censoring the names.

https://www.deviantart.com/uwugirls/journal/Stay-safe-guys-749736306

At this point, it's beyond just harassing the LGBT+ community, and they seem to harass, sexualize, and belittle victims and women in general. Please be aware of this and stay safe.

Triple Edit: The person mentioned below, EmpathicDesign proceeded to post homophobic garbage on other people's posts so yeah, they kind of just admitted to be homophobic which is why they are so bitter lmao.

Double Edit: Apparently pointing out homophobes is facist now lmao. This was a great magnet for homophobic garbage so y'all can also block GrandTheftAutoOnline while you're at it, since they are trying to compare facism and oppression to someone pointing out homophobia. Clearly they don't know what facism actually is, what oppression is, and just want to justify hate speech without consequences.

Edit: I'm going to put this here so others know to also bock/avoid this person, who has made a variety of stamps targeting the LGBT+ community, and decided to think it was a smart idea to defend this person's discriminatory and phobic behavior as an "opinion."

Suuuure it isn't...

Then this lovely stamp shows they don't even know what "safe" spaces refer to whatsoever and they'd just rather shame Queer folk. Ya know, besides trying to avoid admitting that they are just phobic.

So yeah, here's another person that blatantly discriminates if you want to add to your list of "people that don't deserve any of your time." ------

Being gay myself, and having to deal with this on far too consistent of a basis, I thought I'd do my part to warn others so they can avoid some of this in their lives.

Apparently HaleyC7995 has done these things before, but I wanted to warn others who are Queer and may want to block people who go about spewing homophobic rhetoric.

I don't suggest going to her profile if you are sensitive to fat fetishizing, vore, and sexualization of a potential minor character (the character is in high school so there is a large possibility that they are a minor). Also racist depictions of characters.

People tried to explain why what they were saying wasn't okay, how it was homophobic, but she turned it around to blame the victims for her actions and other inappropriate behavior. She continued to say she was "misunderstood" about what she said, despite multiple times saying how being gay was "wrong" and overall seems quite content continue to say such things.

It started by saying something unnecessarily homophobic on an art piece, then when the artist made a status saying how people needed to stop being homophobic at them, they posted this on that status:

As you can see here, many people expressed how this was innapropriate:

https://comments.deviantart.com/62/13481362/4588682762

Apologies to the artist who was subjected to this person. You aren't the first victim, and hopefully you will be one of the last. For those who aren't Queer and don't realize this yet...you can't "turn" gay. She for some reason acts as if it's a choice lmao.

And well, many people reacted angrily, and she decided to "apologize" which wasn't an apology at all, but once again shifting blame and saying that it was just her "opinion."

For future records, hate speech isn't considered an opinion. It's hate speech and bigotry. An opinion is that I don't like raisins in my carrot cake because they make the cake texture gross.

Credit to this person who tried very, very hard to explain why this wasn't okay. This had to be the most patient person trying to explain why homophobia isn't an opinion.

People continued to be mad, because well...the obvious lack of empathy, blaming others, and continuing to persist with the idea that being gay was wrong and a sin.

Other people tried a well, especially those who have dealt with this person before she was banned on a previous account. She was ban evading for a while but it seems the accounts were unbanned now.

She continues even with me to say she's "unaware" of what she's doing. It's obvious she's not, and at this point she gets very gaslighty and trying to flip it once again on everyone else.

I was blocked after this so I couldn't respond, though as an angry gay person I had choice words. Unfortunately, due to how she's behaving, and how she has a history to blame everyone but herself for her own actions, I don't expect she'll be changing anytime soon. If you are Queer, have Queer friends, or just are very tired of blatant phobic behavior I'd just suggest blocking her. She's not willing to change or learn, but that doesn't mean we have to subject ourselves to hatred. I am so sorry for those she's already caused harm to, for those who tried so hard and had to put up with this, and for those who have had to deal with her even before this incident.

#homphobia #gaslighting #harassment #abuse #predatory #stuido talk #studio bullshit #putting this up here in case i have to remove the journal from dA

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lillaxtrigger · 5 years

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Faded land: Chapter 13

In the dead of night, the scientist is quite literally shaken from her slumber, the quake jolting her and her bear awake. Around her, she bares witness to cracks forming in the crumbling rocky walls and ceiling. Screaming penetrates through the cracks of her door and reaches the scientist ears. A glance outside showed the entire dormitory stirred in a mass panic, people rushing throughout the hall in their hysteria. Among the mass fright, the terrible shouts of the people echo through the corridors. "Everybody run!" "It's coming down! It's all coming down! "We're screwed!" "The stalactite won't hold much longer!" These shrieks of fear makes Clara come to the conclusion that the stalactite they all dwell in is on the verge of descending in the lake depths below. If that's the case, it might be best to make her escape as soon as possible, before the whole place comes down. "Angelo! Come on! We gotta move!" Upon her masters call, Angelo rises from her slumber and shakes off her initial drowse. Hoping aboard her mutant steed, both woman and bear take off down the dorm halls.

Her haste through the halls continuing, she finds some of the passing people latching themselves upon Angelo's legs, the added weight slowing the steed down. "Get off!" Clara demands from them. "Hell no!" "Get us outta here!" Hearing their refusal to bail, the scientist steers her bear spider towards the wall, their ascension up to the roof of the hallway making their unwanted passengers slip back down towards the floor. Hate to leave people in the dust like this, but the way things are going, none of them mightbe able to make their escape if those two stuck around.

Around the stairs do Clara and Angelo ride, their descent down eventually leading into the cafeteria. Waves of panicking people struggle to make their way through the dining hall, the crowd attempting to pour themselves out, the exit proving to small for everyone to traverse through at once. Gotta find a way to unclog the way and get past, else their hopes of fleeing from their watery grave may be dashed. The scientist ponders upon what to do in the given situation, her early awaking alongside the ensuing chaos making it quite difficult to think. Come on brain, work with me. Need to think of a way outta this mess. Right on the prospect of just gunning for the exit and hoping for the best, an idea finally pops in her noggin.

With little hesitance, she drives Angelo through the roof of the cafeteria, the people below witnessing her seamless traversal and attempting to reach for the duo in vain. Closing in upon the cramped exit, the scientist gives her steed an old pat, Angelo launching her sticky webbing towards the nearest table decorating the dining hall floor. The ursa then jerks the table away, making the top fly across the cafeteria towards the exit. The people seeing the table incoming frantically stand aside to evade the approaching piece of dining ware. The table slams itself upon the exit, blocking countless others from making their escape. Angry discourse floats through the air of the hall, most of it directed towards the duo who halted their exit. Both Clara and Angelo approach the blockade from the top, the ursa pushing the table down to create for their escape. The opposing populous backs away upon the tops push backwards, the scientist and her steed slipping through the cracks created. Once the table is fully shoved aside, the people continue their panicking abscond from the dining hall.

Glad to have gotten that mess outta the way without any casualties. The exit shouldn't be too far now. That thought on her mind, Angelo suddenly comes to a grinding halt. "What's the matter girl? Why'd you stop?" Her question is soon answer with a glance ahead, another crowd stuffing themselves down the hall. Oh come. Not this again. These people need an evacuation protocol. Or at least make the doors wider. Hang on a minute. This is supposed to be the exit outside, isn't it? Those doors are already as wide as can be. So what's the hold up here?

A trip through the roof hovering over the masses reveal the exit to the outside to be obstructed by large chunk of rocks. Must have had a cave in during the quake. Clara looks above as the people below attempt to remove the blockade themselves, pulling and pushing with all their might. It doesn't matter how hard all of them struggle to move the earth, the rock blockade fails to budge even an inch. Of course a rocky wall of that size ain't gonna move that easily, lucky to even get a single rock out. Still has to be some way to take down all that rock swiftly. Once more, she wonders upon how to progress in her escape, mere feet away from freedom. Her brain more active this time around, she quickly comes up with a solution.

The people below continue their struggle against the stone blockade, a warning reaching them from above. "Look out below!" Gazing upwards, they finds Clara and her mutated steed making their way down towards the ground. The people back away upon their climb down, Angelo's growling giving them the clear message to stay back. The area having clear, the scientist dismounts to inspect the cave in more closely. She notices the rocks blocking their escape to be quite big, but the blockade itself proving quite fragile. Pulling out the right rock might make the whole thing crumble. The question presented being which rock it is. A quick scan through the wall showed the rock at the bottom the least stable. Of course, much like the logs in a janga tower, taking out the bottom piece should make the entire thing tumble. Calling upon her bear spider, she points towards the stone holding the blockade in place. "Angelo, here!" Upon her masters command, the ursa arachnid spurts from her backside her silk webbing, the string latching onto the stone surface. Once the silk proved to be firmly attached, her chimeric steed begin to pull. Even with all her might, the rock shows itself not to budge even an inch. With very little options left, Clara joins her steeds struggle, grabbing hold of the silky string and pulling with everything she had. But even with her masters help, Angelo still couldn't get the rocks to tumble. Come on! Why won't this stupid thing just fall already!?

Feeling the pull of the silk rope easing, the scientist opens her eyes to watch the people around her pitching in with the effort. With everyone's combined strength, the wall begins to weaken its hold. Just a few more inches and it should collapse.

A few nudges outward and the stone barrier blocking their escape finally crumbles, the top of the doorway leaking out the lime green light of their city. Not a moment is wasted for the masses to start flooding out the door, Clara hoping aboard her steed to join their escape.

At long last, they escape from the stalactite; Clara looking back to find that the rocky structure all of them once rested within to be indeed threatening to fall. Some attempt to help as many people as possible escape to the outside, others desperate to keep the crumbling rock from plummeting as long as possible via ropes and steel wielding. Noticing Trexy on a bridge along the side, she quickly scuttles across the unstable stone.

The scientist reaches the chief in the midst of evacuating the people, a question passing through her lips. "What's going on!? Why is the stalactite coming down?" "Damn beast is makin another uproar! Threatening to make stalactites around here take the plunge. Got everyone around here spread out on damage control. With not much power to work with, I'm standing on thin ice here. Care to back me up!?" "No problem. What do you need me to do?" this rock right here's eventually gonna break off the roof and plummet down into the lake. Need you to keep it from falling as long as ya can so I can get everyone out. Sound like a plan?" "On it. Let's move Angelo!" Upon those orders, the scientist steers her steed up towards the roof of the caverns as Trexy rushes within the crumbling dwellings.

Climbing up towards the cracking roof of the stalactite, the lime glow of the radioactive ceiling of the cavern illuminates on intensely the closer they get towards the top. Best not to get to close to such deadly deposit, both of them feeling the raw intensity of the luminescent waste upon its approach. Luckily, the most damage to the rock is located several yards down from the nuclear roof of the caverns. To that end, she immediately gets to work, weaving Angelo's sticky string across the rock like sowing the arm of a sweater back in place. It ain't exactly a clean fix, but it gets the job done. Just gotta hold long enough while her host works on the inside.

Within the crumbling stalactite, Trexy reaches the tiny exit of the cafeteria, people struggling to squeeze their way out of the dining hall. "All y'all get back, folks. This might get kinda rough." she warns them, brandishing her wrench. With but a swing of her mighty tool, the chief widens the proportions of the doorway, giving the people on the other side plenty of room to escape Finished with her swift remodeling, she points towards the direction of the exit, commanding every one of them to: "Get moving!" Trexy watches as the stream of dorm dwellers flood out from the cafeteria and towards their only salvation from their watery demise. Might be best to have a talk with the floor planner once all this is said and done.

Gazing down from below, Clara witnesses more and more people flood out from the unstable stalactite. Seems like Trexy is working on overdrive in there. Better do the same so as to not be let in the dust. Across the rock her bear spider goes, a trail of silk left behind in their dashing wake across the crack, until they get a single loop in. Best circle around the rock a couple more times to be on the safe side.

Stopping upon the doors of a dorm, Trexy wastes no time in kicking the entrance down. Awaiting beyond the door way was a pile of rubble having fallen from the ceiling, a quite moan coming from the rock. Sounds like some poor soul got themselves trapped under the crumbling ceiling. Swiftly, the chief pushes the fallen stone aside, revealing a harmed man beneath the rubble. She quickly snatches the injured individual, cradling him in her arms and whisking him out from his destroyed dorm on the cusp of its collapse.

Venturing around the stalactite and Angelo already proves to be on the cusp of exhaustion. The scientist hearing her ursa arachnids weary breath, she wonders why her steed was so tired so quickly. They only got two loops through the rock and the poor girl looks like shes almost down for the count. A look back towards the webbing they left in their wake show it to be holding quite well, but knows it won't be long before the silk snaps. Clara directs her spidery steed back upon the steel bridge below, Angelo flopping down as soon as she lands on stable ground.

Trexy soon makes her way within the seemingly empty entry hall of the dormitory, the decor having already having been destroyed in the ensuing chaos. The chief scans her surroundings, wondering if anyone was still sticking around. Its not until she follows an echoing moan does she find someone quite literally hanging along the support beams. Oh come on. How in the- How can someone-...How did she even...Nevermind. Although confused, she gives little hesitance in saving the woman, gaining a running start across the wall. After a swift wall jump, Trexy hooks her wrench onto the beam and makes her way towards the citizen in need of rescue. A passing quake almost makes her plummet down towards the marble floor, but she quickly manages to grasp the beam and save herself from her tumble. Looks like this place doesn't have much time before it comes down, and there still some people left to evacuate. Gotta hurry. Like a chimpanzee traversing a sizable branch, Trexy swings across the beam towards the victim of the quaking chaos. Snatching the woman away from her hanging prison, both drop down onto the floor below. But it might be too late, for an even bigger quake reverberates through the rock.

Though Angelo's webbing has held on for as long as it could, alas the mighty stone structure finally begins to plummet. The steel bridge the scientist had been standing upon breaks due to the weight of the rock, Clara and Angelo escaping by mere inches. Gazing below the broken bridge, she watches in horror as people pour out from the exits of the stalactite as it descends, realizing their doomed fate. Among them, she finds Trexy jumping from one of the windows, reaching for the far off bridge. Clara acts fast and swiftly pats the back of her worn steed, Angelo shooting out one more line of webbing from her backside towards the plummeting chief below.

The silk rapidly rockets downward, the string snags the chiefs arm in the middle of her fall. Helpless in her dangling dilemma, the leader of New Erie is forced to watch as the dormitory splashes into the lake waters below along with her people, still able to make them out as they swim for dear life. The gesture was little more then a temporary cling to life however, as the leviathan quickly swipes whoever was left into its gaping maw. A horrified glare left upon her face, she is hoisted up towards the safety of the steel bridge above.

Both Trexy and who she rescued are flopped onto the broken bridge, the people surrounding her giving their chief space as she rises from the steel. The scientist approaching out from the crowd, she relays but a simple question to her. "Are you okay?" For a moment, everyone grew silent, awaiting what answer would potentially burst from their leader. At last, her response takes form. "I couldn't do it..." "Wh-...what?..." "I couldn't save them all! Those people that were left in there met their watery graves because of me! If I didn't decide to spread out the power and make the carts go outta order, we could have gotten more rescue crew here in time!" The scientist attempts to calm the self deprecation's of the subterranean leader with "Just calm down, Trexy. Look at how many people you did rescue. Just asked anyone." "I should have saved everyone!...I should have everybody." Parting from the crowd, begins her walk towards the broken end of the bridge. "What kinda chief am I if I can protect my own folks?" Upon this question, she stares down into the dark blue depths of the lake below, watching as the monster that has terrorized them swims merrily through its water. Seeing the leviathan the brought her and her people so much death and despair paddling about without a care in the world was a site that sent Trexy over the edge. She has about had it with this beast.

"Enough is enough." With a determined glare in her eye, she marches through the crowd and across the bridge, her stomps sound off against the steel. A worried gaze in hers, Clara stares towards the chief as she makes her way through.

Within the shaken confines of the laboratory, every mechanic and scientist was reeling back from the recent quake. "Everybody okay?" one of them asks. "Yeah." "Think so." "Kinda hit my head on something." "Still feel kinda dizzy." A relived sigh escaping from a mechanics lungs, he rises from the marble floor. "Least we didn't take the plunge this this time. I tell ya, I don't think I can handle anymore surprises today."

A boom slam echoes through the lab, everyone jumping upon the sudden bang. Looking upon the doorway, all of them find their leader walking within, an impatient glare drawn on her face. "Get ready boys! I want the sub droppin down in the water, ASAP!" Such a request sends waves of shock and disbelief through out the mob of construction workers and researchers. "Are you serious!?" "You want it to take water now!?" "She can't be asking something like that!?" "Testings not even finished yet!" One nervous scientist begins to take his slow approach towards his chief, suggesting to her: "Uh, Miss-Miss Trexy...With all due respect, we can't possibly take sub out now. There's still so many variable that have yet to be fully calculated. We just need a little bit more time to-" "We ain't got anymore time! Who knows when the beast below us will throw another one of its shit fits and send anymore of the city's stalactite towards the briny deep! Prepare the sub to be transported to the lower level of sector 7. That's an order!" "Ye-Yes ma'am!"

From the corner of the open door, Clara peeks out as the scientist and mechanics within scatter upon their bosses sudden order. Sound like things are taking a sudden turn towards the avenue of intense. Our scientist still in a wonder if she should help any further. Although Trexy is taking most of the self blame, Clara isn't without her own doubts. She wasn't much help in prolonging the dorms plummet down the briny depths of the lake below. Maybe could have given Angelo some more to snack on before hitting the hay, then she might have had the strength left to go around at least a few more loops around. To that end, she tempts to leave so she may not meddle in the affairs of these people no more.

On the cusp of making her departure, a southern draw halts her leaves. "So, you on board or what?" A turn towards her behind and our scientist spots her host staring from the door way. "Huh?" "The sub. Guys in their mention how you helped them balance the power during testin. Could really use something like that during our upcomin skirmish with the serpent. "Uh...I-I don't know. I still have a ton of things on my mind. Gotta check on Angelo and she if she doing alright." With a disappointed sigh leaving her lungs, Trexy begins her walk down the hall as she lets Clara know that: "I understand. Sub'll drop down in an hour. We'll be on the bottom floor if ya change yer mind."

Watching as her host casually marches through the halls, Clara wonder upon the crossroad set before her. On one hand, these people might serve a better chance in beating that beast with her behind the panel. And though the potential rewards for her assistants may prove enticing, she is uncertain of what byproducts could result from her involvement. The way to the lake above my prove dangerous considering what may lie ahead down that avenue. The thoughts of the child that met its bitter end by the hands of her meddling still fresh in her mind. On the other, time is of the upmost importance. The longer she stays in assisting these people in their plight could be another moment wasted in crossing the border and tracking down Arthur. Who knows what he might be doing beyond the Canadian homeland, or worse, what they could be doing to him. Clara attempts to weigh the pros and cons of the decisions set before her, wondering what rewards she should decide to reap, and while potential consequences could arise. Worse yet, not a single peep of her potential desires have been relayed to the woman who took her in and saved her from the jaws of death. Would they even give her the vessel that they've spend nearly a years worth of bodily fluids producing? Perhaps it may be the right moment to reveal her plans to the chief of this underground utopia.

Trexy herself could be found within the lower levels of sector 7, watching with a determined glare as the ship she tends to board is hoisted through the docking bay and over a set of trap doors. "Uh, Trexy?" she hears a familiar voice ring out, a glance from behind revealing Clara's approach. "So you made up your mind yet?" "Actually, I was hoping to get something off my chest. Something that's been bugging me for a while." "Fire away."

After a drawing in and exhaling a long breath, he prepares to admit the hidden motives of her assistance. "See...The reason why i was so interested in the sub was because I was wanting to use it to cross into the country up north. The reason why I was so hesitant in helping in your endeavors was because of an incident that transpired in another town when I inserted myself in their own affairs for my own benefit. In my efforts towards my goals, a young child met his untimely end. I always blamed myself for what happened to that poor boy. Like if I just got my supplies and left, he'd probably still be alive today." "So you were helping us this whole time just so you could get you're hands on the sub?" "We'll...not at first. But when I caught word of you bragging about it. The idea began to sprout in my head." "What was your plan then? Take while we all not lookin?" "No...I mean, how could I even feasibly do that?...I was...hoping to ask for it after the monster below us had been destroyed." After admitting all of this to Trexy, the scientist glances over to find the leader of New Erie giving only a simple glare, not a single answer leaving her mouth. Witnessing such a site sends a nervous shake through Clara's backside. "I-I know I should have told you when the thought came up. I'm sorry. It's just I didn't even know what action I should take. I didn't want anyone hurt. I-" In the midst of the scientist apologetic ranting, Trexy begins to approach the rambling young lady. A soft grasp to Clara's shoulder is all it takes for her paddling to cease. "Clara..." "Y-...Yeah." The tall chief humbly lowers herself upon Clara's level, her gaze meeting with the scientists. "If you help me in vanquishing the leviathan threatening our very livelihoods, then I'd be more then happy to escort you and your precious steed across the border myself." "You...really mean that?" "Course I do. I mean with everything you've done, how can I not return the favor." Hearing Trexy's willingness to assist in her journey despite her resentful deceit makes her let out a breath of relief. "As for yer whole mental dilemma, it sound like you've been puttin yerself through a lot of pressure. So scared about puttin yerself out for people just in case somethin horrible might happen. But ya know what, if you just go through life doing nothing cause yer afraid of what yer actions might cause, you ain't gettin nothin done." Upon these words, the leader of the subterranean city raises herself from Clara's site. "Can't be afraid of what dangers lie ahead." Viewing her departure towards the suspended sub, she contemplates the advice the scientist had just received. Of course, due to the consequences of her hosts less then thoughtful actions from earlier, she knows not to throw caution into the wind, but the core of Trexys message does mostly gets through.

Upon her moment of thought, a the voice of her host cuts through her thoughts. "Heya!" Tracing the source of the call out, the scientist finds Trexy within the side hatch of the sub. "You comin or what?" the chief wonders. Once more does the scientist ponder weighing what to do in these anticipated circumstances, her mind more clear and free of self torment. At this point, there's really only options to take. "Wait for me!". Racing towards the submarines hatch, a hearty laughter leaves Trexy's lips. "That a girl!"

With all hands on deck, the hatch to the cabin seals shut. Everyone takes their positions aboard the sub, Clara manning the power balancing console. Trexy takes her swivel seat, jumping in the captains chair with a giddy cheer. "Ye-yeah! Time for us to gut ourselves a sea serpent! Prepare for drop down!" That warning reaching our scientist ears, the shock makes her hop out from her seat. "Wait!? Drop down!? Like literally dropping us down!?" "Duh. How you think we're gettin this puppy in the water?" With an odd giggle escaping her captain, second thoughts begin to root themselves within Clara's conscious. Would the sub even be able to take such a slam upon the lake waters?

Upon the captain request, the trap doors from underneath begin to open, revealing the dizzying drop down to the lake below. Once the doors had been fully unlocked, the latches holding the ship in place all detach at once, the submarine rapidly descending towards the lake below. Within the cabin of the ship itself, everybody inside feels the shifting in gravity,, the force lifting them from their seats as they brace for the inevitable impact; their seat belts being the only thing keeping them locked in their chairs. If not for the seat belts locking them in their seats, all of them surely meet with the blunt end of the eventual crash. While screams mostly echo throughout the interior, a howling cheer from Trexy pierces though the panic. Finally, the heavy submarine makes its splashdown into the lake waters, the cabin quaking upon the weight of the crash.

Once the calm had settled in, Trexy sits up from her brace with an excited: "Hoo wee! Now that's what I call a ride!" Clara rising from her bracing position, she gazes about the cabin to find everyone still alive. "How..." Further inspection revealed that even the equipment survived the slam down upon the waters, the strange circumstance making her question: "How are we alive?"

"Alright. Now that we got that ride outta the way, time for a statues report. Everybody here in once piece?" the captain wonder whilst looking about the cabin. "Yeah..." "Fine..." "Stomachs churning, but other wise okay." Most of the personnel around the chief report to be in fair condition, say with some senses of dizziness and slight sickness.

Feeling the soft padding of the chair she sat upon, Clara finds the cushions her seat was resting on felt similar to that of a spongy rubber. Practically could fall asleep on such soft seats. "Nice. Looks like the impact seats did their job. How the hull lookin?" One mechanic in the midst of recovering from his dizzy spell, glances to the monitor in front of his station, showing: "Urrg...The drop cost the hull about %.50" "Nice. Still got plenty of shell left. What about the engine?" Reeling back from the cusp of vomiting, one sickly scientist take a peek upon the monitor reviewing the engine, finding that: "Mmmh...Engines running optimally...Ma'am...Uhh..." "Sweet. Roarin and ready to go. How's the battery holdin up?" the captain question, glancing in Clara's direction. After our scientist manages to snap back into action, she takes her her station, taking a gander to her panel presenting the battery statues. According to the monitor, the battery powering the ship is: "Balanced and running at full capacity."

The ships statues having been quickly checked, a small smile is drawn upon Trexy's face. "Now that all that crap's outta the way, Time to see where that sea serpent son of a bitch is lurkin. What's the radar showin?" A peek upon the radar reveals the lurking leviathans whereabouts; a green dot showed circling the center. "The beast is circling 50 meters around us, captain." With that fact having been stated, a curious wonder escapes Clara's lips. "It's that close!? Why didn't it attack us as soon as we hit the water?" A growl managing to exit between Trexy's teeth, she informs that: "Damn thing is playing with us. Likes to watch its food squirm before chowing down. Well that demon of the deep's got another thing coming if it thinks we're gonna let it take even a single bite outta us. Prep the torpedo’s!" Her command given, the crew prepares to fire upon the lethal leviathan encircling their vessel, arming the torpedo’s and locking onto the beast location. Clara directs the power of the ship into loading and locking the submarines war headed weapons. Once the coordinates of their hunt had been traced, one of the scientist informs aloud that: "The torpedo’s are armed and locked on. Ready to fire on your command." "Good. Now fire!"

Upon the captains request, the torpedo’s are launched from the sides of the ship. The sub aquatic warheads glide across the lake waters, their explosive heads primed and aimed towards the briny beast of the deep. Upon the leviathans lochness belly, they make contact; the resulting explosion causing it to sink into the dark abyss. The ongoing boom echoes across the rocky walls of the luminescence lime green caverns, grabbing the attention of the people above.

The people within the sub begin to celebrate, howls and cheers bouncing of the steel walls of the cabin. A relieved smile developing upon Clara's mouth, light giggles begin to leak from her lips. Could it really be over, just like that? One boom and the beast does down? Things are actually starting to look up for the scientist for once, her underwater trip into the land of leaves and maple beginning to seem like a plausible reality. However, upon a glance towards Trexy's stern glare, her hopes are quickly deflated on the spot. Guess she figures this fight is far from over.

"Quit yer hootin and hollerin! We ain't done here!" the chief barks, her echoing command causing the crew to cease their cheer. All of them look towards their captain with worry and fright upon her warnings, one of them questioning her hunch with: "C'mon chief, get real. That monster took in two explosive torpedo's. Surely there's no way it can still be-" "Oh but it is, boy. That beast ain't gonna be goin without a fight."

A check back to the radar shows Trexy's assumption to be on the mark, the monster on the approach. "Nnnn...It's coming right for us!" That warning having been confirmed, the crew scatter back to their stations and prepare for the leviathans lunge. The captain lowering her scope, she gauges the surroundings of the ship in wonder where the beast might strike. The quick scan shows not a single hint of their hunt, the chief only able to takeout nothing but the blue waters enveloping their vessel. "I ain't seein anything. You sure that radars workin?". "It's showing that its right on top of us." "Well, then where the hell could it have possibly-" Before Trexy could finish questioning the beasts presence, the entire sub suddenly shakes.

The leviathan rises from the water depths, quickly snatching the ship in its sharp toothed maw. From the waters does the ship breach alongside the sea serpent, the crew within being tossed about. The peak of its rise having been reached, the beast releases the ship from its jaw and hurls the vessel aside. Like a stone chucked across the water, the ship bounces across the surface of the lake.

From within, Clara clings to the safety of her fastened chair for dear life, watching as the crew are tossed about the cabin. Trexy attempts to catch and hold onto her tumbling crew as they pass. After a coupe of skips across the lake surface, the ship comes to its sudden halt upon slamming on the rocky wall of the cavern. As the sub settles upon the once calm waters, the crew within struggle to pull themselves together from the unanticipated joyride. The first thing Trexy does once getting her baring back was question: "Everyone okay?" Through the interior of the ship does her shipmates rise, their moans of pain and agony echoing through the cabin. "I can't feel my back..." "I think my ankle might be broken." "Where am I?" "My head hurts..." "Don't sound like anyone's dead. How we looking on the ship?" their captain adds. Some of the scientist and mechanics dragging themselves back to their stations, they give their leader the submarines statues. "Hull structure took one hell of a beating." "The engines rattled, it ain't running." Clara pulls herself back to her console after having held on for dear life, the monitor at her front showing that: "The battery's power took a nose dive. We're resting on %62." Trexy slams her fist upon the arms of her chair, cursing very beast that took them for a whirl. "Dammit! How could I let it sneak up onto us like this?" "Uh, captain?" With a disgruntled groan leaving her lungs, Trexy takes a peek towards her cremates manning the radar and anxiously wondering: "What is it now?" "The beast ain't done with us yet. It's approaching us fast." "What?"

Just like the crew member warns, the leviathan lunges its way towards the sub, the prey before it helpless to escape. The crew within the steel shell of the ship scramble about the cabin to get things running before they wind up as the sea serpent snack. "Get the engine working on turbo! Pronto!" their chief orders. The keystrokes of several buttons could be heard all around the interior of the ship, the crew at their console working on overdrive. Clara's conscious is racing at light speed to try and escape their watery graves as she manages the power of the ship. Once she redirects the power into the ships engine, the vessel roars to life once again, louder then ever. Clara racing to keep the battery from burning out, the ship rockets out of its doomed rut and flees from the jaws of the beast in the nick of time, mere inches from the serpents snapping teeth.

Swimming away from the maw of the monster, the tension of the crew begins to ease. "That was too close." "My heart was racing." "My life flashed before my eyes." "I'm gonna need a ton of painkillers after this." One scientist approaches the captain in the midst of relaxing and question: "What's our next plan, chief?" Shaking off the vertigo of the sudden propulsion, Trexy asks her curious crew mate if: "Depends. Are the laser defenses still online?" A nearby mechanic quickly checks the overall system statues and reveals that: "Yep, gamma cannons are functional?" "Great. Get the cannons going and prepare to take aim." Upon those orders, the crew turn the sub around, the front aimed towards the leviathan. The sea serpent's cold, soulless eyes staring down its potential prey.

Clara goes to work directing the power of the ship towards the laser defenses. Gotta hurry before the beast decides to come for seconds. Eventually, the leviathan stops staring and starts swimming, lunging towards its prey like a famished snake towards a cornered mouse. Upon the beasts approach, the ships cannons aimed and ready to fire. "Gamma cannons are ready, captain." With little hesitance, the chief of the sub order her crew to: "Fire on all cylinders!"

On Trexy's command, the laser cannons fire their gamma beams as the beast draws near. Much to their dismay, the sea serpent swerves and slithers around the deadly radioactive rays. "The cannons have missed, captain!" "The beast is on a collision course! What do we do!" With not much else that can be done, Trexy can only warn her crew to: "Everyone, brace for impact!" Like their chief orders, all within the interior of the sub prepare for the inevitable impact, this time holding onto their seats for dear safety.

Their watery foe slams itself into the submarine, the collision careening them across the briny depths of the lake. Within the rumbling chaos of the cabin, some of the crew within stay strapped to their seat as the interior tumbles about like a tumble dryer. They soon come to rest upon the dark depths of the lake bed, the briny deep proving itself to be eerily calm.

Upon the ships stop, the interior within sparks from the damage of some of the consoles, the shipmates recovering from the dizzying trip. Clara manages to come back from her vertigo venture, backing away from the man beside her as he expels the contents of his stomach. Another wild ride like that and she might be tempted to do the same. In her efforts to ignore her own nausea, she gazes back to her monitor and begins to balance the power once more. Seems like the collision got the power throughout the ship freaking the fuck out. Immediately, she gets to work in restoring the submarines battery balance, hoping it to occupy her from her crew mates sickening display.

Their captain pulls herself back from her queasy quarrel, distracting from her dizziness with the order: Nnnrrg...Someone give me the statue...and a sea sickness pill." With the surviving panels left within the cabin, the crew give their situation to their chief. "Hull structures looking below %50." "Main weapons have been knocked offline." "The radars down. We can't track the beast whereabouts." These facts reaching Trexy's ears, the precarious predicament makes the captain curse. "Son of a bitch." Quickly, she reaches for the scope above in hopes of getting a visual. But alas, the darkness of the depths obstruct her view. "Can't see a thing all the way from down here."

The uncertain situation having been relayed through the ship, waves of anxiety and paranoia slowly creep upon the crew. Amidst her own worries, Clara backs away from any nearby personal looking on the verge of exploding. As if things weren't tense enough on this metal shell already, the cabins looking more like an emotional minefield right now. Even the smallest of irritations could make the entire crew explode.

Before any of them could take the opportunity to cause a massive panic. "Aight. Everybody just calm down. We ain't down for the count yet. Sure we can think of a way outta this." A turn back towards the scientist that gave her the statues of the weapons, she questions him: "Now, you sure all our defenses are down?" Taking a closer glance back to his monitor, he finds one of the defenses is indeed still working despite all the destruction to the sub. "Oh, yeah.!There's one left. It's that special one you ordered we install." "Perfect. Get this baby up and runnin and plot a course towards the center of the lake." One distressed scientist catches the attention of their chief, eager to point out: "B-b-but b-boss. With the radar down. We won't know where the beast might strike. We'll be wide open." With this fact having been stated, the chief lets a light chuckle escape her lungs. "You don't think I know that? We got a surprise of our own in store for that scaly sea beast. Continue on course."

With the vessel resting upon the center of the lake, the nerves of the crew were wound at their tightest. Without the reliance of the radar for aid in locating their hunt, the threat of the sea serpents sudden onslaught proved to be more threatening then ever. Trexy gazes upon the more illuminated waters of the lake, hope to spot where their mutated monster may spring its horribly grotesque head. "C'mon, you briny bastard. Gotta be lurkin somewhere." With their captain occupied with gauging where the beast may be, the entire deck grows quiet. Not a single peep is shared among the entirety of the crew, the unease proving as more thick then the very water they traverse. With all the tension looming through the underwater air, it proves quite the challenge for Clara not to freak out herself. She not sure weather the shakes and quakes she feels are emanating from the ship or her own body. In her moment of suspense and fear, our scientist calms herself with a relaxed breath. Easy Clara, just calm yourself. This mystery weapon Trexy's on about sound to be quite promising. No one else around seems to be throwing their metaphorical shit in the air, gotta be quite the ass kicker for them to be so peaceful like this, right? It ain't no big deal. It's only the lives of potential thousands on the line after all. What's the worse that can possibly happen? He he hehahahahaha...ugh...

All the worry and fear finally comes to a boil upon the quake of their vessel, the leviathan sweeping the submarine by the clench of its jaw. The sea serpents sharp teeth start to squeeze down upon the shell of the sub, the echoes of the piercing steel travel throughout the interior. The worry and tension through the ship spikes at its highest peek as alarms above buzz. The mechanic manning the statues console warns that: "Hull structure is taking a nose dive! We're already down past %30!" "We need to activate the defenses now!" a scientist recommends. The crew prepares to spring their trap upon the beast threatening to chew through their shell, but an outcry from their captain orders them to: "Don't you dare spring it yet! Need a bit more time." Despite the dire circumstance, the crew stand by their leaders order; the sound of the bending steel growing louder alongside the crews suspense. "Hull's down to %18" With the danger of the leviathans maw literally outside the shell of the ship, Clara nerves are wound at their highest. The beast is on the verge of breaking through our barrier! Just what the hell does she think there is to wait for!? For it to ask for your hand in marriage!? This is isn't a fucking bachelorette party with wine and entertainment! Just spring the damn thing already!

"The hull's almost through! We're looking at %10!" That update having been relayed to their captain, the crew finally hears her order to: "Now! Show this scaly son of a bitch what real teeth look like!" Swiftly, the crew hurry to fulfill the request of their captain, everyone fingers racing against the teeth of the beast.

As the leviathan bites down upon its steel shelled snack, it feels a sudden sting throughout its mouth. Dozens upon dozens of sharp steel spines burst from the exterior of the submarine, piercing themselves along the monsters maw. The sudden sting urges the beast of the deep to let out a harrowing cry of agony, one that makes its way into the interior of the sub. The pain filled shrieks of the beast that threatened her subterranean society for so long makes Trexy lets out a satisfied chortle. "Yeah. Bet that hurt!"

Across the lake does the beast swim in its painful agony, the trail of its maroon blood dying the very waters it dwells. In its desperation to release the spiky sub from its maw, the leviathan bashes its head upon wherever its long neck could reach. As the constant slamming begins to snap the spikes from the exterior of the ship, the crew within struggle to withstand the beasts flailing. Although try as they might to hold onto their seats for dear life, it's not long before some of the scientists and mechanics scatter throughout the ship. Even Trexy and Clara are helpless against the constant careening of the cabin, the entire crew of the ship jumbled and tossed about like a sweet Sunday salad. Some manages to save themselves by grabbing onto whatever was firmly attached to the interior, while others prove unfortunate enough to crash into some of the consoles.

Finally, the spikes digging into the sea serpents maw release their stinging grip, the submarine sent flying across the airs of the caverns and eventually descending upon the surface of the lake with a massive splash. The waters calm once more, the crew within the ship pulls itself back from the overwhelming tumble. Clara recovering from the dizzying experience, to find herself upon the captains chair. A gaze about the cabin reveal most of the crew to be in one piece, a few of them lodges within the consoles of the ship. She soon finds the captain herself rising from the unconscious bodies of her crewmen and soon surveys the situation. “Lookin like a twister came through this place. Someone tell me the situation up top.” The closest to the scope, Clara takes a peek to what’s going on above. The chief takes a quick sweep through the ship, helping whoever was left alive after initial shake up. As she does so, she takes in the saddening site of her crew mates corpses shoved within the sparking panels. Truly, there unfortunate ends will be remembered. “This is a damn shame. How things lookin up there?” Her attempt to bait a response having fallen short, the take a peek towards the captains chair. The scientist manning the scope failing to utter even a single word. Trexy approaches the Clara and pulls her from the scope to find a horrified look upon her face. “What? What’dya see out there? Is it still alive!?” Snapping from her horror, Clara draws her gaze away from her host. What she saw out there was something she just couldn’t break to the woman that rescued her. Upon her refusal to speak, the captain takes the scope herself to see what struck Clara with such silence.

Her glance above reveal the stains of blood left drifting through the lake. “Heh heh. Looks like our little spiky surprise did a number on the briny bastard.” Her cheery demeanor soon deflates upon spotting the collateral damage their attack had wrought. Before her was a huge stalactite sinking into the briny depths, countless corpses bobbing around the rock. Although the site brings horror to the leader of new Erie, she somberly thankful that it will be the last time such tragedy befalls the city.

In her moment of morning, a slithering shadow slinks quickly upon the captains gaze. Her terrified breath echoes through the cabin, the crew at a wonder what she saw. Clara grasp Trexy’s shoulder to try and help in her moment of horror. “Listen, I know it must be rough seeing all that, but you just gotta remember that-” “It’s still alive.” she hears her host murmurs. Our scientist hearing the news herself lets go of the chiefs shoulder and backs away. “Wha-...What did you say?” Throwing the scope up in in a fit of rage, the captain screams to her crew that: “The damn son of a bitch is still alive!”

Her harrowing discovery reaches the ears of everyone on deck, some letting out breaths of panic, others shrieks of terror. A stomping turn towards the front of the ship, Trexy immediately orders to: “Get this baby up and running ASAP! We need to make our escape towards the docking bay and lift ourselves outta this mess!” Swiftly, the crew gets to work on granting their captains sudden request, the threat of their watery foe driving them into overdrive. Though the roar of the engine echoes through the interior of the vessel, that ferocity quickly dies down. The submarine refuses to move a single inch. Trapped upon the surface of the lake waters. The captain at a loss why the ship wasn’t in the midst of its escape, she questions: “What happened? Why aren’t we moving?” “All the tumbling’s done a ton a damage to the engine. We can’t even get a spark going.”

Upon the news of the engines failure to function, the entire crew begins to sweep itself into a panic. “You’re kidding! The ship won’t move!?” “We’re sitting ducks out here!” “Any moment, that sea beast is gonna take one last chomp on us!” “The hull can’t take anymore pressure! One more bite and we’re bait!” Worse among the hysteria, the crew’s captain breaks down upon her chair, her palms resting upon her head. “Why...Why do I always charge into these kinds of situations like a bull at the orphanage. Just rushin into thing and dammin the consequences. First my stupid decision to spread the power so we couldn’t rescue enough people, now me taking the sub out without it being finished. Why am I such a shitty leader?”

As this wave of mass hysteria rocks the ship about, our young scientist take a gander towards her monitor to make an intriguing discovery. The console displayed that despite the engine going kaput, there was still raw radioactive power being pumped into it, the battery showing to have still plenty of juice left. Both of these elements begin to set Clara’s gears in motion, her mind hatching a plan that could end the terror of the deep threatening them once and for all. Though there is a chance her strategy may yield towards the road to victory, it will not come without great sacrifice. Given how long this vessel had been under development, that much time cannot be taken waiting for her underwater venture to the north. But she aware that if no action is dealt soon, her quest to enter the land of leaves and maple may never come to pass.

Quickly, Clara cuts through the panic and chaos of the crew towards their captain. Reaching her chair, she pulls Trexy out from her self deprecating spiral by mentioning: “Trexy, listen! I think I might have a plan that can get us outta this mess.” This statement reaching the chiefs ears, she lifts her gaze towards the scientist beside her. “H-Huh?” “I know a way we can finish the leviathan off once and for all! But I need you to pull everyone together.”

Upon these words, the captain rises from her panic and orders everyone within with a howling scream: “Everybody stop!” The command of their leader booming throughout the cabin disperses whatever panic resides within the ship. All of them halt on a dime upon her order, all of their eyes glued to their chief as they await what she desires to inform them. Trexy glances over to Clara beside her, the scientist covering her ears from the scream. “Floors all yours.” Finding all the eyes in the room on her, Clara uncovers her ears and continues with: “Huh?...O-Oh, right! So anyway, my plan involves us using the unstable engine to destroy the sea serpent threatening to consume our flesh and bones. See, I was thinking we could overload the engine and send it down into the monsters maw.” Hearty laughter could be heard from her side, the chortles leaving her hosts lips. “Ha ha ha! I see what yer gettin at there. Shovin the ships engine into the briny bastard throat and makin its stomach explode. Not bad, could work." "It might if not for one thing." someone speaks out. A turn towards the crowd, both their site lock onto a lone scientist. "Got a better proposition under yer belt?" his captain wonders. "Uh, no no. For the most part, it's a solid plan. There's just one over site. Although the ship can eject the engine as a fail safe against such an overload, it doesn't exactly have any kind of aiming mechanism. Someone would have to go out and drive the makeshift nuke into the jaws of the beast."

At a stump once again, the crew debate on who should make the ultimate sacrifice. "So, who gonna have to go out?" "I ain't going out there." "Me neither. I got a husband back home." "I've got my whole life ahead of me." "My kids are waiting for me to come back. I can't leave them as orphans." Although both ladies hear the crew's yammers traveling through the cabin, they realize that none of them want to put their lives on the line. Great, guess we're back at square one then, aren't we?

Before Clara could take the time to formulate another plan, she hears Trexy beside her offering: "I'll bite the bullet." Everyone in the ship turns in shock upon their leaders request, the gasps of the crew filling the air. "What did you say?" one of them dares to question. "I said I'll do it. I'll be takin the engine into the belly of the beast. Upon that, shouts of begging and pleading spew out from the crowd of mechanics and scientist. "C'mon cheif, no." " There has to be a better way." "We need you." "Let just think about this for a minute." Joining their denial, Clara stands to the front of the captain "Yeah! Let's not be rash on this. I'm sure with a little more time, we can think of something else." "Time is somethin we ain't got no more. Someone gotta take action, and they gotta take it now." "C'mon, Trexy. You can't throw your life away like this." "Sorry Clara, ya ain't changing my mind. No way. No how. If this is what it take to make sure my folks up there stay safe, so be it. Beside..." The leader of the subterranean city turns her gaze towards the hatch above, a melancholy glare drawn upon her eyes. "It be worth about as much as my salt of a leader if anything else. Screwin us over this badly." Those words having past her lips, they form a faint smile. "Probably due my great grandpappy proud for once." A sigh leaving her lips, the captain finally concludes her short speech by declaring that: "Whelp, best get this over with."

Making her way towards the hatch above, she takes in the concerns and pleads of her crew as she passes them. Climbing her way up the ladder, she nears the top of the cabin. Before even touching the hatch itself, her irritation boils and demands that: "All y'all quit yer bellyachin! Yer actin like a buncha bablin children." The loyal crew silencing themselves upon their captains request, the most getting out were whimpers and quiet crying. "I know this pretty rough of y'all to take, even for the people atop of us. But someones gotta make sure the job gets the job done." Trexy begins to point out individual members of the crew, checking off with: "Bob, you take care of them kids of yers. Jake, don't keep Benny waitin when ya get back. Charlie, I'm sure you'll make plenty of great things in the future. Paul, tell Barbra thanks for everythin she's done." Finally, her gaze shifts towards our scientist, Trexy continuing her departing words with: "Clara, just remember. This was my choice, kay? Good luck gettin up north. You'll need it." With that wish of luck, our scientist releases a sigh from her lungs. The captains smile fades as she gives her final orders, commanding the crew above with: "Now, direct the battery's power towards the engine til it hits critical and get ready eject. I'm countin on all of y'all. Don't let me down." Finally, she turns the valve above open and climbs out of the hatch, its shut marking the crew to fulfill their captains last request. Clara taking a moment to stare towards the hatch before returning to her station. Like the lady said, best get this over with.

Once outside the ship, Trexy sprints towards the front of the hull, jumping over the many wears and tears of the steel shell as she discards her armor. Almost anyone can tell that the poor girls has taken quite the vicious beating, the scars of the beasts teeth still fresh upon the steel. She halts atop the tip of the nose, awaiting for the engine to pop from the front.

Within the interior, the mob of mechanics and scientist all work on overdrive to transform the engine into a makeshift nuke. Clara rerouting the overall power of the submarine, transferring whatever power the batteries had left into the unstable engine. Need this baby to give the best boom its got if its going into the sea serpents stomach. The scientist watches as the numbers rapidly rise; the bar indicating the input of the engine going beyond the limit. Once at its peak, she informs everyone to: "Eject the engine now!"

The nose of the of submarine swings wide open, the engine launching out from the front of the ship and splashing upon the waters of the lake. The furious luminescence of the makeshift nuke in her sites, Trexy waits not a moment further to swim after. Even nearing the unstable engine felt like approaching an active volcano, feeling the intense heat even through her padded suit. Taking grasp of the steel engine, a sharp hiss escapes through her teeth. Pull yourself together, Trexy. It's only pain. Ignoring the burning in her palms, the chief paddles the engine towards the sinking stalactite, watching as the leviathan snacks upon the victims of the disaster. It best enjoy its meal while it can. It shall be the last time it dines upon the flesh of her kin. The last of the cadavers are devoured, the shadow of the sea serpent slinks towards Trexy. The overwhelming heat from the explosive begins to burn through her gear, the radiation of the engine in contact with her bare skin. C'mon, don't quit on me now. Just a bit further.

At long last, the leviathan surfaces, the leader of New Erie face to face with the beast gaping maw. On the cusp of her demise, her final breath is one of euphoric relief. Finally, the beast that plagued her settlement for so long would meet its demise this day. With but a single bite, the monster swallows both Trexy and the engine whole.

Silence befall the caverns of New Erie, Clara and the crew within the sub awaiting for the engine that the beast had consumed to explode. The tension and anticipation in the air was at its peek, some at a wonder if their chiefs sacrifice was but in vain.

Finally, the overwhelming silence is broken by a massive blast. The magnitude of the explosion rocking the entire caverns. The people above holding their beloved, their children, and their others prey that this final tremor would not take anymore of them as the inside the of the stalactites quake. At last, the final calm sets in, the cheers of the citizens above travel through out the lime green city of New Erie, unbeknownst to them what their peace had cost.

Their celebration reach the interior of the ship, the crew within morning the sacrifice of their leader. Among them, Clara is left to ponder what could have been. Could have been another way? Another option that they could have taken? Did Trexy really have to give her life so that they may keep theirs? Such answers to her questions escape the scientist?

With the business beneath the earth finished, both Clara and Angelo climb out of the canyon they crashed into upon the webbing of the ursa arachnid. Atop the column of rock, she gazes out towards the horizon of the lake, the moonlight reflecting of its clear waters. Might her quest to breach the land of leaves and maple ever be fulfilled? Only the march of time may tell.

#faded land #lillaxtrigger

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What Would You Fight For?

This is part 5 to Feel Like Talking. Sorry I haven’t updated in forever I’m gonna try be good okay? I hope y'all like it at least let me know what you think please and thank you.

Leach wakes up at Negan’s them talking about the stuff the really matters.

AU Negan x OC Leah

Warnings: Negan’s potty mouth and I think that’s it

Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

Part 1 Part 4

I woke up the next morning the sound of pans clanging an the smell of bacon filling my nose.

I sat up remembering that I fell asleep on Negan yesterday.

"Good morning." he calls from the kitchen.

I look at him feeling completely awake.

"Morning." I say moving to tuck my legs under me.

"You sleep well?" he says getting a mug out of the cabinet over the coffee pot.

"Yeah better than I have in a while."

"Good. You still like coffee right?"

"Of course." I say smiling watching him move around cooking.

He was dressed in sweats. Them sitting low on his frame letting me see the V in his hips. He was shirtless showing me the tattoos littered over his body.

I couldn't help but think of the first time he made me breakfast. It the morning after the first night we spent together.

It's been a month since my kiss with Negan. Everything was different but not at the same time. He acted like nothing happened expect not being alone with me.

I tired to talk to him at my pappy's farm at school even in town but he greeted me as if nothing changed then would leave.

I felt like I was going crazy. I was used to the boys at school but Negan was another ball game.

Fall was coming in fast and it was our schools last football game was tonight and I new Negan would be there. Even more so he wouldn't leave given the fact he was the coach.

I went with Tommy him being on the team I was expected to sit in the front row which I happily did.

I sat through the whole game trying to catch Negan's eye.

I wasn't desperate but I needed answers. How do you just kiss someone and act like it didn't. But every time he looked at me he would quickly look away.

It wasn't until my sister elbowed me and pointed out that he kept looking at me did I realize that he kept doing it.

He was trying to catch my eye as well.

At half time when he slipped into the school I quickly followed him telling my sister I had to use the bathroom.

I didn't think anything of it as I went to Negan's office next to the gym.

Knocking I planned on waiting here for him but when the door opens I feel my hands start to sweat seeing him standing there.

"I thought you would follow me." he says smoothly.

"You did?"

"Yeah I mean you were drilling a damn hole in my head out there."

“Sorry I want to talk to you.”

“Well it’s gonna have to wait till after the game. Think you can wait that long?”

I bite my lip wanted to say no but I give a kert nod and spin on my heel to start walking down the hall.

I sit threw the rest of the game nerves with what I’m going to say to Negan. When our team gets the last touchdown winning the game I easily slip thru the crowd.

I plan on walking back to Negan’s office but Tommy stops me.

“Hey where are you going?” He asks smiling at me.

“I-.”

“There is gonna be an after party at Jake's you are coming right.” He says not giving me a chance to respond.

“I don’t think I’m the party type.”

“Come one we won’t stay that long.” He says slipping his hand into mine and pulling me with him towards his friends.

“Jake I can’t.”

“You got somewhere better to be?” Jake says just reaching the group of teens.

“I needed to talk to Negan.”

“Negan since when are you on a first name basis with coach?” Jake asks smirking.

He was a jerk because he felt like he needed to be.

“He works for my family from time to time.” I say shrugging trying not to get worked up.

“Maybe she has the hots for him.” Sherel says giggling.

I clenched my fist my stomach flipping with nerves since I did in fact have the hots for him but they didn’t need to know that.

“Like I said I’m not a party person.” I say pulling my hand from Tommy’s and taking a step back.

“You came here with me how are you gonna get home?” He asks clenching his jaw clearly not happy about me leaving.

“I’ll walk.” I say taking a few more steps backward then turning to walk off the field.

I headed towards the parking lot happy shoats and laughs dancing in the air but I didn’t feel that way. I was cold and stressed out. Sherel's comment only adding to the pile.

I guess it wasn’t normal to like someone twice your age even more so if he was your teacher. It’s not like Negan liked me back. But then again why did he kiss me.

I jump when a car horn toots next to me while I walk down the sidewalk. I easily recognize Negan’s truck so I don’t stop to think before I climb in.

I let out a huff when I get in looking over to see him looking at me.

“What?” I ask feeling like I’m about to get lecurad.

“I knew you didn’t care about what others thought but standing up two people in one night is a little cold.” He says driving once again.

“What are you talking about?”

“You come here with Tommy and don’t go to the after party then on top of that you ask to speak with me but don’t show up. It wasn’t until Tommy comes to my office asking for fucking advice did I even know you left.”

“Sorry I was gonna come but I got side tracked and what did Tommy want?”

“You dumped him in front of his friend what the hell do you think he fucking wanted?”

“I didn’t dump him we were never together. I don’t even like him.”

“Then why come to the game?”

“Why do you think?”

“Oh not to see little old me?” He asks smirking.

“I needed to talk to you yes.” I say blushing looking out the window as we roll down the street.

“What about?”

“Guess.”

“Because I kissed you?”

“Yes because you kissed me!” I say turning to look at him.

“You act like nothing happened.”

“Nothing did. We kissed doll.”

Sighing I feel a lump in my throat but try not to think about it. Not wanting to admit Negan had that much of an affect on me.

“I’m sorry Leah, but I’m old enough to be your daddy.”

“So? I’m eighteen you know. Not that it matters you most likely see me as a child.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He says pulling into an ally way.

“What are you doing?” I ask looking at him.

“Your fathers radio station is just a block from here. I figured I could walk you too it.”

“Oh…”

“You don’t want me to?”

“I just wish we could talk like we used to.” I say shrugging and grabbing the handle.

I don’t get to open it Negan’s hand grabbing my other wrist.

“Then lets fucking talk.”

He cuts the car off and turns to look at me making my cheeks heat up.

“What cat got your tongue?”

“No, I didn’t make it this far in my planing.”

Chuckling he rubs his face.

“You had a plan?”

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

“To talk to you.”

“About the kiss?”

“Yes.”

“Because you want to do it again?”

I blush my palms getting sweaty I nod seeing no point in lying about it.

“Come on let's go inside.” He says pulling the keys from the ignition.

“Inside?”

He smiles and points at the steps on the side of the brick building.

“That’s my place you are welcome to come in or I can take you to your dad.”

“Lets go inside.”

“Cat got your fucking tongue?” Negan says pulling me from my thoughts.

“Sorry what?” I ask watching him walk to me holding two plates.

“I asked if you liked the coffee.”

Lifting it to my mouth I take a sip and nod.

“You remembered.”

“Well half coffee half hot chocolates kinda hard to forget.” He says smiling and handing me a plate of bacon, eggs and toast.

“I guess so.”

“So what were you thinking about?”

“You. Us? Memories, ya know.”

“Come now doll share with the group.”

Smiling I take bites of my toast.

“You remember after the game when you gave me a ride but I ended up staying here for the first time?”

“Yeah, we fucking talked all night.”

“Did you expect more?”

“I wouldn’t say more. I didn’t expect sex but the way you were I was surprised you didn’t try for more.”

Shaking my head I smile.

“I just wanted to be around you. I know that seems mushy but I was so confused by you back then I wanted to understand you.”

“There ain't much to fucking understand. I’m not that interesting.”

“Yeah right. What did your time away make you less cocky?”

Chuckling he makes his dimples show him reaching over to take my bacon which I didn’t mind.

“I wouldn’t say that but we both know I would be lying.”

Smilin I nod my head.

“At least your honest.”

“Gotta have something going for me.”

“True.”

Our conversation was interrupted by my phone ringing.

It took me a moment to find it buried in the couch but when I did I saw it was my sister calling.

“Where are you?” She asks before I even get a greeting out.

“Relax i’m fine.”

“Fine? Your not fine you didn’t come home last night you never do that.”

“Wow way to make me sound boring.”

“You know what I mean tell me what happened.”

Rolling my eyes I hold my finger up to Negan asking for a minuet and getting off the couch.

I barely think about my feet heading to the steps leading up to the roof.

“I’m at Negan’s.” I say once I stepped out on the flat rooftop.

“At Negan’s? I thought you were not talking to him?”

“I never said that.”

“Well it was implied. What are you doing there wait did you sleep there last night?”

Smiling at the excitement in her voice just from her thinking something happened.

“Yes and before you ask no I didn’t sleep with him.”

“Fine don’t tell me.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“Sure, anyways not the point. Everyone is looking for you but if you are fine I guess I can tell everyone-.”

“Don’t tell them where I am.” I say interrupting her.

Leaning on the wall I overlook the view and town below.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t need them to know.”

“Are you and Negan secretly together?”

“No.” I say swearing I had the same conversation with her years ago.

“Then why can’t I tell?”

“Because I need to figure out what I’m doing okay?”

“Your no fun but fine. Call me when you are on your way home.”

“Yes mom.”

“Haha bye.”

“Love ya.” I say hanging up and dropping my head down.

“Bad news?” Negan asks from behind me.

I look over my shoulder at him, him leaning on the door frame.

“Nah, just my sister being her crazy self.”

“Well at least she hasn’t changed.”

“What’s that mean?”

Pushing himself off the wall he walks over to me only to lean next to me.

“We both fucking changed.”

“Everyone changes.”

“Do that? Everyone seems pretty much the same to me expect you.” He says looking at me his hazel eyes meeting mine.

I shrug and look away from his gaze.

“We both know it’s fucking true darling.”

“You left. Everyone moved on and I still feel like I’m in the same spot.” I say not seeing the point in hiding it.

“Everyday is the same and the drives me crazy but everytime I think about something new I freeze up. I like my bubble.”

“Damn that don’t sound like the Leah I know at fucking all.”

“Because it’s not… Half the time I don’t know who I am. Mom blames it on the lost of the baby and that’s part of it but I think the other part is you. I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn’t realize you were gone until you left. I hate myself for that.”

“You can’t blame yourself for that doll.”

“Why?” I ask looking up at him.

“I pushed you away. I don’t even know why anyone. I think now it was because I loved you and didn’t want to lose you even though that is pretty messed up.”

“A lot of heartache is because of me.”

“That’s bullshit.” He says shocking me my head snapping to look at him.

“The only person that has ever truly cared about me has been you. I used to hate when you would bitch at me over something till I realized you did it for my own damn good. You may be the only good thing I've done with my life.”

“Really? Losing your job over me was a good thing?”

“Fuck yeah! I got closer to my dad because of it. Saw my mom more, saw you more. It made me see the important things in life. Not whatever the hell people think it is.”

“So you got it all figured out huh?”

“Nah any prick says that has their own head shoved up their own ass I just know what I’ll fight for.”

“I wish I did.”

“Have you bother to fucking ask?”

“Ask what?”

“What would you fight for? If you could only keep one thing, your car, the shop, friends, money, family, what would it be?”

“You.” I say supiring us both my the answer.

“Damn didn’t fucking expect that.”

“Why not?”

“Like you said I left.”

“You always come back.”

“Well I miss ya.” He says winking.

Smiling I nod.

“I missed you too.”

We let the silence fall around us until I decided I should leave. We both had our own lives to get to but it felt different maybe because I knew what I wanted to fight for..

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