#but while i was talking to my friend today i felt a stitch in my heart

[lcvesjj]

Hello honey,

I've for this enemies to lovers trope with Connor Rhodes in my head for a long time in my head, so I thought today I'm brave enough to send it to you. Reader is a new doctor at Med. Connor is in a bad for month now, cause his ex cheated on him. So he's not interested in getting to know the new young and beautiful doctor at med. On the contrary: he's letting his anger out on her, being mean, unfriendly and unfair to her. She moves to Chicago to start a new life, away from her abusive ex. Years of being in a bad relationship left her incredible insecure with new people, but she tries her best, being friendly and kind to build a new life, even trying to find new friends. Connor's behavior towards stings at first but soon starting to hurt her more than she wants to admit. Plus the stress and fear that her ex may find her stresses her even more. Imagine she's suffering from severe migraine attacks cause od stress and night terrors. One day getting to her breaking point when Connor once more letting his stress our on her leaving her flinching and let her spiraling her into a full blown panic attack at the break room. In her head she's not at Med but back with her ex.... Out of sheer terror she begs Connor not to hurt her.... Finally he realizes why she's so jumpy and shy. (just need some worried Connor now taking care of her and trying now over the next week's to gains her trust, maybe he helps her now during a migraine attack and so on, until she trusts him enough to him her past). I really love the enemies to lovers trope and the development of Connor being an absolute arrogant asshole to a caring protector and lovely human being.

Title : the new doctor - connor rhodes x fem!reader

Warnings : past abuse, panic attacks, angst, mentions of death of a patient, mentions of nightmares/night terrors, past abusive relationship, badly written enemies to lovers. If there is anything I might’ve missed, please don't hesitate to let me know and I will add it to the warnings.

A/n : This fic is dark and heavy so please be cautious while reading. Please remember that if you have experienced something similar there is always help available and people you can talk to. Stay safe and if anything in the warnings triggers you please don’t read this. I’m really sorry to anyone who has experienced something like this. Help is always available, please don’t be afraid to reach out to someone.

Moving to Chicago was a quick decision you had made in the middle of the night. After your ex boyfriend decided to go to the bar again and get wasted and when you tried to ask him to stop drinking and get a job, he punched you so hard to the point of a split eyebrow and a black eye. 

After patching up the split eyebrow and making sure you didn’t need any stitches, you opened your laptop and started looking for jobs in different cities. As far away from here as possible. You knew it wouldn't be a good idea to stay with him and to stay in this relationship.

So after many years of enduring his abuse you had had enough, you tried to leave so many times, but somehow your now ex-boyfriend managed to gaslight you into staying by promising he would change. But he never did change. Luckily you managed to save up some money just in case you’d need it, since you had a gut feeling that you would need it.

Seeing a job offer in the Gaffney Medical Center in Chicago, you felt like this was your chance to leave, without even thinking twice you sent an email with your application. And in the meantime you decided to pack your things and stay at a hotel for some time. It was for the best.

A few days later you got a response to your application asking for you to come in person for an interview. Seeing that email and your laptop you grinned widely.

This was it! You could start a new life away from your ex and the small town you lived in. This was your chance to finally leave and get away.

Before you knew it, you were in the plane landing at Chicago’s airport. Stepping out of the plane into Chicago’s winter air, you smiled to yourself.

This was it, you could finally start a new life and live how you always wanted to live. 

But luck wasn’t really on your side, it's what you quickly realised after getting the job at Gaffney Medical Center. The patients and nurses were very kind and helpful. The doctors too, except for one doctor, his name was doctor Connor Rhodes.

He was cold and he always seemed to be angry at you for no reason. One of the nurses whose name was Maggie, explained that Connor recently got cheated on by his ex-girlfriend and from then on he has been acting rude and cold to everyone. But especially you- you didn’t know why he would act like that, since you only met him 3 weeks ago.

You tried your hardest to be friendly and nice to him, but that just seemed to anger him even more, he just started to be more and more unfair to you while brushing off all of your attempts of trying to be his friend.

Soon your migraine attacks came back from all the stress of work, the fear of your ex returning and Connor’s behaviour. Every time you had to be next to Connor, your whole body would tense up.

After escaping from your ex boyfriend, dealing with Connor would stress you out to the point of panic attacks and nightmares. Since he would sometimes remind you of your ex when he’d be so cruel and unfair to you. You had no idea what you could’ve done wrong to deserve this type of treatment. 

You tried your hardest to be nice to him, but after a while you just gave up completely. You just didn’t see the point in trying to be nice to someone who would just brush off all of your attempts and just continue to act like that.

One day it all just came crashing down after a patient coded and you tried your hardest to revive him but it was no use. Connor was in the room with you, trying to help. But after one of the nurses told you that it’s no use, you stopped and announced the time of death. 

Taking off your gloves and walking into the breakroom to just calm down and breathe, Connor stormed after you and started yelling. When you tried to walk away, he grabbed your upper forearm and turned you to face him.

You could feel the panic starting to rise in your chest, Connor then started shouting at you while telling you how much of a dumb mistake you made and he was blaming you for what went wrong, even if it wasn’t your fault. 

When he raised his hands above his head in anger and frustration, you instinctively raised your hands above your face and head in an effort to protect yourself, since you thought Connor was going to hurt you. You could feel your body tremble and the tears slowly pour down your cheeks in fear and pure terror.

Seeing your body tremble and the way your hands were shielding your face and head as if you were waiting for an incoming hit, Connor’s face turned pale white. That’s when his heart broke into tiny pieces, it’s when he realised why you were always so tense around him. Someone had hurt and traumatised you to the point of this being your reaction whenever someone raised their voice or made any sudden movements next to your face or head.

“Please don’t hurt me” You managed to choke out through your tears, feeling the panic grow in your chest even more than before. The amount of terror and fear in your voice made Connor’s heart break even more. 

Connor quickly took a small step back while slowly putting his hands down to not spook you even more by keeping them in the air. It was obvious you were having flashbacks and that his actions had sent you into a massive panic attack.

“Hey hey Y/n, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. You're safe here, it’s okay.” Connor says softly while trying to get you to calm down. But it didn’t do much since you just kept on begging him not to hurt you- in your mind you were still in the small town you lived in with your ex.

After a while you just seemed to finally realise that you aren’t in that small town anymore. You were safe. You were in Chicago, which was far away from the small town you used to live in. Slowly letting your hands down you let out a sob seeing Connor. He slowly walked up to you and gently embraced you, letting you sob onto his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m so so sorry- I should’ve- I should’ve known…I'm so sorry.” Connor just repeated over and over again while holding you tightly.

Soon you managed to calm down, yet you still kept your face buried into Connor’s chest. You tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down. Seeing you in such a state Connor felt heartbroken, he shouldn't have let his emotions and frustrations out on you. You didn’t deserve that.

After talking to Maggie it was agreed that you could go home, since you weren't in the right headspace to be able to work properly. Connor offered to drive you home, but you refused while mumbling the excuse that you needed some fresh air. 

Grabbing your things from your locker quickly you walked out of the Medical Center. You didn’t notice it but Connor kept on glancing at you while you walked away. He looked heartbroken, sad and guilty.

When Connor’s shift ended all he could think about was you. He felt guilty for acting in a way that made you relive those traumatic memories. Even if he didn’t know what might’ve happened to you in the past, he knew one thing- you did not deserve what happened to you.

He just couldn’t take it anymore, Connor knew he had to apologise to you and somehow make it up to you for acting like such a jerk to you. A few days later when you came into work Connor was waiting for you by the front desk. He looked sad and apologetic. He did apologise and he tried his hardest to start making it up to you for his past behaviour.

Over the next few weeks Connor was different. He was nicer and more caring, it’s as if someone had flipped a switch inside of him. Soon you trusted him enough to tell him about your past and why you moved to Chicago. And after telling him all of that, he hugged you tightly to comfort you. 

He soon started coming over to your apartment from time to time to just check in on you and see how you were doing. When one day when you didn’t show up to work Connor decided to check up on you, since you weren’t the type of person who would just not come into work without saying anything before. 

Driving to your apartment he felt nervous and anxious, he tried calling and texting but when you didn’t reply he wanted to come and check up on you. Just to make sure that everything was okay.

After you didn’t answer the door or any of his calls or texts. Connor got very worried for you. What if something bad happened and you needed help? Without thinking twice he looked under your doormat for the extra key that you had told him about after he came over for the first time.

Quietly unlocking the door he walked inside and started calling out your name. Connor walked around your small apartment searching for you. After a while he decided to check your bedroom. Slowly walking towards the bedroom he knocked on the door. 

Hearing him knock on the door to your bedroom, you sat up slightly confused. But as soon as you sat up you grabbed your head from the pain. You were having one of those bad migraines that would happen to you from time to time due to the stress.

“Connor? Is it you?” You mumbled half asleep while trying to not cry from the pain. “Yes it's me Y/n, can I come in? I just wanted to check up on you.” Connor replied while standing in front of the door leading to your bedroom.

You just managed to mumble a soft “yes” before laying back down still holding your head in your hands, trying to ease the migraine a little. Connor slowly walked inside and seeing how dark your room is and how the blind were shut he knew what this meant. You were having a migraine- after getting to know you better Connor found out that you sometimes get bad migraine attacks.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Connor said quietly while walking up to your bed and crouching down by your side.

“Like crap and my head hurts.” You whispered back while finally looking over at him. You were pale and had dark bags under your eyes and you looked ill.

“Migraine?” Connor just asked while reaching over slowly to push the hair out of your forehead. He was trying his best to be gentle and calm around you after hearing what happened with you ex, Connor didn’t want to send you into another panic attack or worse because of his actions. You just nodded in response to his question, since you barely had the energy to speak.

“Do you want me to get you some medicine for the pain?” He asked while looking over at you with a concerned expression on his face. 

“Yes please.” You said softly while glancing up at him.

“Okay I'll be back in a minute. I'll also make you some tea.” Connor said, smiling softly and he kissed your forehead before getting up and quietly heading towards the bathroom where you kept your medicine.

After you took the medicine, your migraine seemed to ease a little. Connor stayed by your side the whole time refusing to leave you in such a vulnerable state. Smiling at him softly you said “You know that you don't have to do this right?”

He just responded saying “I know. But I want to. It's the least I can do.” With a small smile while brushing the hair out of your forehead again.

“Thank you.” You whispered while smiling at him tiredly. Connor just nodded in response. “Try and get some sleep okay? I'll stay here if you want me too.” He replied with a smile. “I’m not about to leave you here.” 

Nodding you closed your eyes and tried to sleep. “Thank you Connor.” Was the last thing you could say before you fell into a deep sleep. And for the first time in ages you didn't have a nightmare and you slept well knowing that Connor was by your side.

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[hype-blue-fixation]

Spying from the Bayou (SFW tickle ficlet)

One sided radiostatic and implied platonic radiorose.

Vox spies on Alastor doing self tickling while talking to Rosie through his voodoo dolls.

He was hopeless. Obsessed. Pitiable. Always one step behind no matter how far forward he thought he was. His name was Vox. Even today, he thought he'd won some sparkling victory for having snuck a camera into the Radio Demon's tardis room. Normally he would be met with fuzzy images of the demon from where his stupid outdated power messed with the technology.

Now he watched crystal clear as Alastor entered, locking his door with comically sized chains and locks. Whatever he was about to do was something he really didn't want anyone to see, and Vox sat on the edge of his seat to drink every second of it. Perhaps some blackmail or a dirty secret would come of his spying.

Alastor began unbuttoning his jacket. Then suddenly his clothes poofed away into a closet, replaced by a vintage women's night gown and pants. No doubt a gift from Rosie. Alastor yawned and stretched his way into bed. Fluffy fur poured out from the gown collar, getting thinner toward his hands and hooves. Vox's heart melted at how soft the radio demon looked. Not at all like his usual conniving and murderous self. The TV demon was already drooling over the headlines. Slandering his rival's foreboding reputation. Imprinting the image of a delicate fawn into the eyes of the public.

He continued watching as Alastor cozied up in bed, pulling his pillows around him and summoning plushy voodoo dolls to his side. God, how much better could this get? He hugged the dolls close and picked at their stitched faces, absent-mindedly tearing the thread out as he stared at the ceiling. It was obvious his mind was wandering in far away places. If only Vox could see those thoughts.

The claws that had been picking at the doll eventually reached up to touch the corners of his own permanent smile. Picking away as if he could remove the invisible thread in his face, too. A small pang of guilt tugged at Vox's heart. A feeling he quickly overwhelmed with quips about how weak and dumb Alastor looked. Vulnerable. Exploitable. How so very exploitable.

Alastor suddenly rearranged himself into a sitting position. His dolls close, friends that had no choice but to do his bidding. Stay exactly how he posed them with their stitched up grins. Then he began talking to them as if they were alive or possessed the ghost of someone special.

“Rosie, dear. Are you there?”

Of course it would be Rosie. Who else? The dolls didn't make a sound, but the way that Alastor smiled…genuinely smiled with his eyes…made it seem like he could hear her voice through them.

“That's good to hear. Unfortunately my day hasn't been quite so bright. I wish I could come see you. I'm in one of…those moods. How do you call it? Yes, that word.”

Vox leaned forward as if he could step into the room himself and hear the other side of the conversation. How frustrating.

Alastor went quiet and brought his hands up to his neck. At first looking like he was trying to strangle himself, but a shift in the camera view revealed that he was spidering his hands from the top and bottom of his neck. Lightly scratching his nails across the pale, sun deficient skin. His eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting from one side to the other as if he couldn't decide which side felt better.

A deep sigh of genuine relaxation echoed in the large room. The hands moved from his neck and took turns rolling up the gown sleeve of the opposite arm. Exposing more skin and thin fur that faded out into a beautiful shade of ebony. One hand scribbled on the underside of the other forearm. Extremely slow and teasy, all the way from the elbow to wrist and back. His eyes opened, but his gaze floated off into some unknown space.

When he switched arms, his body twitched and his breath hitched. Whatever he was doing, it made him feel good. Relaxed. Cuddly. As his claws kept dancing around, he melted against his bed and hid his face in a pile of plushy dolls. Hiding the genuine curls to the edge of his smile, muffling the soft giggles and whines that threatened to be heard.

Vox was livid. He wanted to see that dumb silly little grin with a spaced out stare. Catch those disgustingly adorable sounds on record to broadcast all over Hell. Even when Alastor wasn't aware of the camera, he still made his likeness impossible to capture.

Out of what seemed like nowhere, Alastor removed his gown top. Revealing an upper body full of fluffy, curling fur. One arm tucked behind his head as the opposite hand explored with tickly touches. The fleshy underside of his upper arm, toward the armpit, down the side, and back up again. His body jerked when certain spots were grazed along, especially close to the armpit and over his ribcage. Sometimes even pulling out a sweet little giggly hum.

Vox wanted more. To have his claws dancing on those sensitive spots, eliciting those sickeningly adorable little sounds. Imagine the blackmail. Imagine the stories. Imagine his own exploding heart and popping circuits from how cute it was. He could feel his screen heating up to a point where the fans nearly kicked on.

“Rosie, shush! You're not helping! Shut up!” Alastor playfully bantered, saying mean things in the purest way. Whatever she was whispering through the dolls, given that this whole thing wasn't just imagination, had the radio demon's face turning a healthy shade of pink. He switched to the other side, playing with a fresh set of nerves. 

His little hooves shivered and clicked against each other as he tried very hard not to break into a giggle fit. His smile growing with his need to hide it in the pillows and dolls.

“No,” Vox whispered at the screen, “you're going to show me that ugly little smile.”

As if he could hear him and obey his command, Alastor turned his face up. The smile completely true and bright, not hiding any shifty schemes behind its sharp teeth. Only genuine joy and fuzzy feelings. This only happened by accident, but Vox felt like Alastor was looking directly at him. Oh how his digital heart leapt at the mere fleeting thought. Hopeless.

Alastor's claws moved from his sides and both settled on his soft belly. Scribbling up the sides, over the top. His fingers moving in such an eye-catching and fascinating way. Like spider legs barely contacting his skin. it almost looked like art. The reactions even more so.

Little fawn-like bleats. Biting his lip to dam up the embarrassing noise. His hooves still clicking and kicking ever so slightly.

A single claw circled around his belly button, and that seemed to be the absolute end of his patience. He melted into a pile of giggling goo. Draping the idle arm over his mouth to muffle the sound. Such a shield could only hide so much. Eventually his giggles and sighs rose higher.

Locked away emotions bubbled up inside Vox. The desire to make those giggles fill up that entire room. To see his rival reduced to a fuzzy mass of useless goo. Unable to look him in the eyes because he was too busy hiding in dolls and pillows. Exploiting the demon wasn't even part of these strange desires. What could these feelings even be called? They were too pure for him to apply any label he knew.

Alastor's self teasing came to an end. He stretched out on his bed and sighed deeply. Fully relaxed like a baby in a warm cradle. And for the first time, Vox actually witnessed the overlord sleep. Gripping tightly to his voodoo dolls. Curled up in a fetal position with his head folded back on his body uncomfortably. His eyes stayed wide open, but Vox somehow knew he was sleeping inside that empty head. Creepy. Unsettling. Adorable. Charming.

After witnessing that pure little scene, Vox couldn't bring himself to do any of the things he'd originally planned. Exposing Alastor in this way felt morally wrong, like stealing a baby's candy or kicking an old woman who's already on the ground. At least he forever had the footage to go back and watch again and again. To obsess over.

Except that he forgot to hit the record button.

What a shame.

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[celesteleoves]

“STRANGERS AGAIN.”

.ೃ࿐ GETO SUGURU X FEM!READER

summary: the person who stood in front of you claimed to be your dead lover but it wasn’t, it was a stranger. yet, you seemed to know everything about this stranger.

warnings: angst with like a smidge of fluff (in flashbacks), suguru and y/n dated, spoilers for jjk manga! shibuya arc spoilers, swearing, italic is flashbacks!

a/n: not ready to see this animated, so here’s me ripping my heart out so kenjaku doesn’t have to do it for me 😭 this is also inspired by that one tik tok trend “today i walked past a stranger” or wtv it is! lmk if there is any errors! not proofread.

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today you saw a stranger. you stood in front of him, you yelled at him and swore infront of him alongside your other best friend satoru.

this stranger looked like your one and only love, but it wasn’t suguru geto you stood in front of, it couldn’t be. he was dead, he died to the hands of satoru and in your arms. this body that stood proudly in-front of you felt like a stranger to you.

although, you knew every single aspect of this stranger. that means he wasn’t a stranger, right?

you knew his favourite color, his favourite food, his favourite hobby, his parents, his dislikes, and every inch of him.

it wasn’t suguru though, it was a stranger. the body that stood in front of you was not your best friend, that wasn’t the person who knew all of your secrets or the person who told you all of theirs.

it was kenjaku, a evil curse user who could inhabit bodies… making them his vessel to toy with and flaunt.

he shouldn’t be able to flaunt suguru’s body, he shouldn’t be standing in front of you with a wicked grin on his face as he shows you the inside of suguru’s stitched head.

it wasn’t suguru, it wasn’t. a stranger is what it was.

“this is not funny. purple is not a pretty colour.” suguru stared at the color of a shirt you bleached by accident when doing his laundry.

even though he found the situation ridiculous and quite funny, he wasn’t gonna let up after you turned one of his favourite shirts into his least favourite color. the one time he lets you do his laundry and this happens…

“i didnt mean to! you let me do your laundry.” you whined as suguru inspected his shirt with a frown.

“no, love, you did it while i was on a mission. i hate the color purple. this is so dumb.”

“what?! purple is pretty.”

“no, there’s better colours.”

“like what suguru? red? yellow? orange-”

“your e/c, that’s my favourite color. you could’ve accidentally bleached it that colour and i would’ve flaunted it everywhere happily.”

“just saying.” he added when he noticed you go silent.

suguru had a soft smile on his face as he held the shirt in his hand and sat down beside you on his bed.

you froze in your spot on suguru’s bed, staring at him as he continued ranting about how the purple made his shirt look silly now and satoru is going to laugh at him.

you moved closer to your boyfriend and snuggled up against his side. suguru stopped talking and looked down at you cuddled up into his chest with a smile on your face.

suguru stared at you with lovesick eyes and dropped his bleached shirt, pulling you closer to him and kissing all over your face as you laughed.

“you’re my favourite person y/n, don’t forget that! everything about you is my favourite. just don’t bleach my shirt again please love.”

“promise, gonna need your assistance next time though if you don’t want it to be purple!”

“oh yeah?”

~

“yeah. the curse users name is kenjaku. it’s not suguru.” you mumbled with your head in your eyes while you rubbed your eyes.

shoko sat beside you, your comrades who were still alive sat next to you in chairs or stood.

“shit, y/n.”

you lifted your head and looked at shoko, a cigarette was held in one hand while the other caressed your back.

“that wasn’t my suguru, it wasn’t geto. satoru knew that as well! so what the fuck happened?!” you frustratedly yelled as others around you flinched.

kenjaku in suguru’s body had caught satoru off guard, resulting him getting sealed. it made you torn beyond belief as you watched the whole thing go down.

it’s been 19 days since your other bestfriend was sealed. locked away by his best friends body in the prison realm.

that moment still haunted you after these few days but you could only think of one thing, you were going to unseal satoru and let sugurus body rest in peace.

you’ll kill kenjaku and give suguru a proper burial, even if you die in the end.

you’re killing a stranger: not your boyfriend, not your bestfriend, not your other half.

that was a stranger you saw in-front of you that day, that’s all.

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a/n : womp womp here you go! school just started and it’s kicking my ass so here’s this! send requests my loves.

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[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter twelve

close to home | chapter twelve

plot: the reader goes through the motions of her daily life in the prison after the attack while hunting with Daryl

series masterlist Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,206 Warnings: violence, blood A/N: thanks for reading!

Daryl was frustrated the entire drive home. He white-knuckled the steering wheel the entire way home and immediately sent you to Hershel for a second opinion on your not needing stitching. He dropped off today’s game to the butchering team and then went to smoke a cigarette. His peace didn’t last long before Glenn found him to start prepping for the run today. 

He fisted his hand and took a long drag of the cigarette before putting it out and following Glenn to the run group. Today it would be a few people on a quick run to an army camp, and he was hoping to be back before sundown. He didn’t necessarily want to go on the run, but he didn’t have a choice either. 

Meanwhile, after you and your uncle shared a laugh over Daryl wanting him to check you for stitches, you found Maggie outside with Beth and Judith, eating lunch. You ruffled your youngest cousin's hair before grabbing your plate and sitting with them. It was your first actual meal of the day, and you were starving. 

“What happened to your arm?” Beth asked you. 

You glanced at it before taking a bit of your food. “Daryl and I got jumped while checking the hunting grounds. We’re fine. I got a small cut.”

“You okay?” Maggie asked. 

You nodded with a smile, “Didn’t even need stitches. What’s on the agenda after lunch today?” You asked.  

Maggie raised an eyebrow, and you didn’t need her to answer your question. You already knew. But she did anyway. “The fence.”

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The new few hours were strenuous, and you and Maggie worked with a few others to work on one of the clusters. You spent a few hours working out there, only stopping for water. 

You thought of Daryl often; you wondered if the run was going well and if everything was okay. He seemed agitated the entire way home earlier, and you worried that it would cost him out there. You tried not to worry about your friend too much. You felt better knowing that Michonne was there to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. 

When the sun started slipping behind the trees, and a decent amount of walkers were killed through the fence, you and Maggie called it quits for the night and went inside to wash up for dinner. Tora joined you in the bathroom quarters while you took advantage of running water and took your second shower of the day. You have to ration your soap, but it was worth it after the day you had. 

Once you were dried and in clean clothes, you and Maggie grabbed dinner and took it to the guard tower that isn’t used for watch to eat. 

“I got my period,” Maggie said once you settled. 

Your eyes widened, and you nodded, sipping a bit of water. “How do you feel about that?” She had told you a few days ago she and Glenn were going through a pregnancy scare. 

She shrugged and played around with her food. “Relieved a bit, I think. I know Glenn will be. But I think I’m a little disappointed, in a way.” When you raised an eyebrow at her, she continued. “I’m not sayin’ I wanna start trying or nothing, but what we have here, the prison… we can have lives here. I know it won’t be a perfect place, and it scares me to death, but aren’t we supposed to be fighting for a better world here?”

“I don’t know, Maggie,” You said, “I don’t know what the right thing is. I think you’re too young, though, I can tell you that. If I ain’t ready, you ain’t.” Your attempt to lighten her mood worked, and she laughed. 

“Trust me, I was thinking about that as well.”

You talked for a bit longer as you ate and then sat for a little while. When the sun fully set and nighttime fell, exhaustion finally hit you, and you two decided to head down and get some rest. Just as you were doing so, the run group returned. You followed Maggie to make sure everything went okay with the group. 

“We lost Zach,” Glenn told the two of you in hushed voices while everyone else unloaded the few things they did manage to grab. “The was a helicopter on the roof with a bunch of walkers…. It all came down…” Glenn trailed off. Maggie’s expression softened, and she told him she’d help him get cleaned up.

“Oh (Y/N), Daryl was there when it happened. He wants to be the one to tell Beth, but I think he’ll need checking on, too,” Glenn told you. 

Maggie told you she would check on Beth while you made sure Daryl was okay. By the time your conversation had finished, the run group was already gone and only a few watch groups were out. 

You let out a loud sigh and walked into your cell block, grabbing a few stored-away food items and some water for Daryl. You were ready for bed, but you wanted to check on your friend. 

The cell block was quiet. Most of your group were tucked away in their cells for the night. When you passed Carl’s cell, Tora was sitting on his lap while he read comic books. He didn’t notice you chuckle, and you walked away before he could. You did love the fact that she’d taken to him. The poor kid had gone through so much, and you knew how much a friend like a cat could help. 

The stairs were the worst part of your journey, and your legs ached when you reached the top. You had moved cell blocks once Rick accepted you as part of the group, and you had made the cell your own space. After having Tyreese help you remove the metal beds, you bribed Michonne into helping you find a full-size mattress. Sure, there was no frame, but you preferred it that way anyway. 

Daryl finally moved from the perch into a cell room and took the one next to yours. Sometimes if the block was quiet enough, you could hear him snoring. That was how you always knew if he was sleeping or not. 

You knocked on the wall next to the curtain that was his door, “Daryl, brought you dinner,” You said.

“Ain’ hungry,”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m coming in,”

Daryl muttered something under his breath, but you ignored whatever comment it was and walked in. He was sitting on his bed, sharpening his knife. Exhaustion was written across his face. 

“I heard about Zach,” You said, sitting at the end of the bed and giving him his food. “How are you holding up?”

He ignored you and continued sharpening his knife. You sighed and moved to stand up. As much as you wanted to make sure he was okay, you didn’t want to pressure him into talking about it. 

You left with a soft goodbye and went to your cell, where Tora was waiting. You smiled, quickly changed into sleeping clothes, and then curled up into bed with her.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixion x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #the walking dead

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"Biting Habits"

🍬 | had a tie on the vote ,, so my friend voted CG!Marshall to cut the tie. + title change! + flag theme colors belong to the Vampire CG flag from @/zack-agere

🍇 | gender neu pronouns used, petnames from Marshall (bats/baby bat(s)), physical touch like lap sitting, hugging and cheek/chin touch, reader doesn't talk (verbal status up to reader)

Promt/Cws: slight confrontation(?) | Marshall has a stern talking with his little about them biting people and gives them things to bite instead

Word count | 712 words

Your hand was held by Marshall's bigger and much colder hand. The kinda cold that'll make you shiver yet not be cold. That was the type of cold that was comforting and harmless I'd think. You two made it down the hallway of his home. the way his silence pierced the silent air gave you an idea that he probably wasn't pleased. Not angry, not disappointed, nothing negative per say. Just an unreadable emotion you knew wasn't negative. You finally arrive to his messy room. Clothes were scattered on the floor, cds and record players hanged on the walls, and his guitar left on his bed. The only thing looking somewhat decent in his room was his made bed. But you didn't complain. You visited this room many times of the week afterall. It was radio silent before Marshall broke the silence with a soft sigh. You felt him let go of your hand before you were picked up. His two hands slipped underneath your armpits as he lifted you up without struggle nor hesitation with his movement. He sat you down on the edge of the bed before he sat next to you. Silence filled the air as if he was expecting you to talk first, but when you didn't he let out another sigh; He lifted his legs up before he sat in a criss cross like position. "(Y/n,).." he began, not meeting your gaze just yet. "I heard what happened at the kingdom today. Gumball said you bit him.. is that true?" He finally met your gaze. His gaze wasn't intimidating but soft and gentle. "..." another wave of silence hit the air. Marshall than began to talk again as his gaze switched to his nails instead. "I left you to be babysat by gumball while I ran errands. I know, you weren't happy about me leaving you without telling you a few days ahead of time, that was my fault. But I had a business to take care of. A job little bats like yourself shouldn't get involved in." he playfully squished your cheek as he said this. In response you let out a squeal mixed with a somewhat giggle from your throat. He chuckled lightly before pulling his hand back. He sighed again before getting a bit serious once more. "But you bit gumball when he tried to put you down for a nap. Baby bats you know better, you can't go around biting people like that.." his face softened, before he continued after a moment pause. "I know, this is coming from me, a vampire who also 'bites people' but remember how I told you, that you can tell me about your feelings?" He tilted his head slightly once you gave a small nod. "Yknow you still can tell me how you're feeling. Gumball is also here to help if you need to talk. He isn't a stranger, bats. He's your babysitter and.. kinda like a second caregiver if you think about it.." he gave it a thought before shrugging. "Still, you shouldn't bite people.." he touched your cheek reasuringly. You knew he was just looking after you. there was no hint of judgement behind those eyes. Marshall turned away before grabbing something from his backpack once he unzipped it. "I knew an incident was going to happen again, so i uh.. got you a few things that I hope might help." He pulled out a few options. A stuffed animal ram with fake stitched on bandaids. It's sol purpose being to help relax your jaw and to chew on it. As well as a chewy, necklace and bracelet and a stress ball. You slowly picked up the stuffie and the necklace. Which Marshall happily helped you get it on, as well as the bracelet. Once you were settled you began to calm down the stressful feelings as you squeezed the stuffie to your chest. Marshall smile as he helped you back into his lap. Giving you a gentle kiss on the head as a sign of comfort before his arms caged around your body in a hug like way.

"Let's see If this ends up working out. If it doesn't, I'll bring you to the store to get one to your liking, yeah?" He smiled.

End!

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 7

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp

"Sorry, we're closed." Y/n's exhausted voice came through the phone and Oystein smiled.

"I know you're closed, I was kind of hoping you were also cleaning up alone so I could talk to you for a few minutes." There was a brief paused like she was trying to figure out who she was talking to.

"Oystein?" She said his name making him smirk.

"Since you haven't decided to use my number, I figured I would call the only number I have committed to memory." Her laugh came through softly.

"You have an unhealthy addiction to Hammed's cooking." She let out a sigh like she had just sat down.

"Yeah the food and the immaculate service." He teased leaning back in his chair comfortably.

"What are you calling for? I mean, if you wanted to chat you know you could just wait a few hours and we'll be reopening. Don't think you get special after hours food delivery just because you're our best customer." Y/n joked.

"No no I just wanted to let you know that Pelle got his stitches today. We had to lie to the nurse so she wouldn't commit him but he's all stitches up and Hellhammer and I are making sure to hold him down to put the antibiotic shit on it, which he's also super pissed about." Oystein explained.

"I just wanted you to know he was doing fine." Oystein cleared his throat. He didn't like that Y/n was upset at him or anything that really involved him. He knew he couldn't control Pelle's strange ways but having that in her face was his fault since he picked the place to eat.

"Thank you for letting me know. I'm glad he got it taken care of much to his chaotic disdain." Y/n sounded relieved.

"I also wanted to make sure before I put in a grocery order that you would be okay with coming back out here for a delivery. I know this isn't really the nicest place, specifically now but we're in desperate need of a few things and we've got a show coming up so we're living on gas station food." Oystein knew that he had been at his parents just recently but he wanted to see Y/n. He wanted her to come to him so he could talk to her, be in her presence, anything just to be around her.

"Why would you think I wouldn't bring you groceries? I've delivered there before." Y/n seemed confused.

"Well because you bailed out the last time you were here. I didn't know if it was because the place is gross of just the debauchery that was occurring." Oystein looked around and noticed how absolutely wrecked the place had gotten in the short time they had lived there. Having parties almost every night probably didn't help.

"I didn't leave because of the place. I left because you seemed wrapped up with your groupies. I don't really know any of your friends well enough to hang out while you knock down a wait list of women." Y/n explained making Oystein confused.

"What are you talking about? I didn't hook up with anyone that night. I don't have any groupies." Oystein defended but Y/n laughed.

"You're the lead guitarist of a band Oystein. You've got groupies whether you want to admit it or not. I'm not judging you. You can fuck who you want." Oystein didn't like this narrative, especially since the only person he wanted to fuck was her.

"It's not like that-"

"Oystein...please don't act like I'm some naive normie. I know how those parties work. I dated a drummer once. Hanging out at a giant orgy's isn't really my scene." Y/n didn't seem upset about it but that night she would be a liar if she didn't say it upset her to see so many women flocking to him.

"Y/n...if you come to one of these parties you claim to hate so much, I can guarantee you would have a good time." Y/n laughed.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" Oystein sat up hearing her disbelief.

"Because I would spend every minute with you, in my room, fucking you until you begged me to stop." Y/n felt herself blush and was glad no one else was in the restaurant.

"Y-yeah? I'm not much for sharing." She tried to play it cool.

"Neither am I." Oystein said confidently.

"I'll bring the groceries by but I make no promises beyond that." Y/n felt the back of her neck heating up.

"That sounds like a deal. You should also consider calling me sometime. I like to hear your voice." Oystein added.

"I technically did call the night of your show, I just didn't leave a message on the voicemail. I didn't realize the number you gave was a community house number." Y/n admitted hearing a sigh.

"You're going to make me get my own phone just to talk to you?" Oystein teased.

"No! I just...I don't want to call and talk to your band or whoever might be lingering around there." She laughed.

"I'll see what I can do about figuring a way for you to be more comfortable with calling." Oystein promised.

"You really don't have to do that." She pressed.

"If I want to talk to you whenever I want, I guess I'm going to have to." Oystein laughed. Y/n was so surprised by his dedication.

"Why do you want to talk to me so badly? You see me almost every day." She asked genuinely curious.

"Because there is no one else I'd rather talk to." Oystein had no problem admitting that. Next to music, the only thing that stayed on his brain was Y/n. He wanted to incorporate her into his life as much as possible. He just had to make her comfortable with his lifestyle first.

"Goodnight Y/n. Get home safe." Oystein added.

"Goodnight Oystein. I'll see you tomorrow." He could hear her smile through the phone and when he put it on the hook he smiled himself. Taking his glass off and chewing on his thumbnail. He felt like an idiot being so caught up on someone but she was worth it.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/N #Film: Lords of Chaos #One Shot Series #Alkaline series #Alkaline #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #7/35

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“...into the hedge man, the whole packet.”

“Wait, what, are you serious? Why did she do that?”

“Because she didn’t want Megan smoking them, or something. She said they made some promise not to.”

“Man, what the fuck, and did someone fish them out?”

I take a lazy bite of my boring lunch. Some chicken roll I bought down at the nearest deli. It’s a three euro deal for this and a can of coke, which I never drink. I’ll give it to Breener as usual. 

He’s speaking to me now, “Did you see this happen, Turner?”

“No,” Murphy interjects, smacking the back of his hand against the other boy’s chest, “Turner was up in Katie’s bedroom riding Alison the whole time.”

“Ohh, Alison…” All the guys start nudging each other and chortling into their sleeves, “Busy busy as usual… Man, Breener, did you see that Nick Dunne took a load of pictures of himself trying on a heap of bras from Katie’s sister's room? Aw, like, it was so funny like, we were all-”

I spy Jen coming out of the front entrance of the school and I quickly abandon the lads to jog over to her.

“What’s up Jenny?”

“Nothing much, Judie, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Hanging out with the rugby boys, I see. Discussing art history and literature as usual?”

I grin, “Not every conversation has to be all deep and intellectual, c’mon.”

“Well, whatever it was must have been so exciting, huh? Is that why you’ve legged it over to me as soon as I’ve appeared?”

“No, I just felt like having lunch with you today.”

She rolls her eyes and begins to stroll across the yard while I hope along in her trail, “Well I’m having lunch with Michelle and the horrible greasy emos by the back steps today, so fair warning.”

“That’s fine, I’ll come.”

She shrugs. 

“Where were you until now?”

“Counsellor.”

“Oh yeah? How’s it going?”

She sighs, “Okay. She keeps insisting I talk about my mother, for some reason, which, why would I want to do that? My mother is completely uninteresting… and she says I have to stop smoking weed, can you believe that?”

I blink, “Did you admit that you’re still smoking weed?”

“No! She just seems to know it, I don’t know, do I smell like it?”

I grab her arm and take a very un-subtle sniff of her blazer, “No, you smell like Jen.”

“Huh. Well maybe she has little creepy binoculars and she stands looking through the bars at me when I’m smoking in the park.”

“Yeah, that’s the most likely scenario.”

“I don’t know, sometimes it feels like a waste of time.”

“You don’t feel like it’s helping at all?”

“Helping what?”

I hesitate uncomfortably, “Um, well, you know, with your family and your mental health stuff and, like-”

“The drug stuff?” She finishes, “This horrible, problematic relationship I apparently have? No, firstly, I think I’m fine. Actually, I think you do drugs more than I do these days, and secondly, my mental health is okay. I’m getting through stuff on my own, I wish that they’d stop insisting I go to the sessions and wasting half of my lunch hour asking probing questions about what it was like for me to be a child.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it’s about the volume or the frequency of the drugs,” I say carefully, “I think it’s about your relationship with them.”

“Yeah, but there isn’t anything weird about my relationship with them. I’m the same as you, I can stop any time I like.”

I pull back as she’s using her agitated voice. Her nostrils are flared and her eyebrows are stitched together in the middle so that I can be aware that if I don’t stop trying to talk about this then she and I will have a bicker fest in the middle of the school yard. “Yeah you’re dead right. Sorry.”

“My friends are over here,” she jabs a thumb over her shoulder, “Are you coming or not?”

When we approach the emos they look perplexed, and they don’t need to say it, I can see it on their faces as they watch me make bold strides to join them on the steps. What is he doing here? 

I wedge myself between Evan and some girl with pink hair and a stud in each cheek like little metal dimples and then, ignoring the dark, hateful aura of the collective group I unwrap what’s left of my chicken roll and lay into it. “What’s up guys?” I say with a full mouth, “Hope it’s okay that I sit here.”

“Um, yeah,” Evan says. I don’t miss the look he exchanges with the pink haired girl on my other side, but I pretend to.

“Jude had enough of hanging out with the boys from his rugby team,” Jen explains, “So I invited him to sit with us,” The way she speaks to them is authoritative, with finality, as if she won’t hear anything else about the matter. She swiftly moves onto the next topic while I peer over my shoulder and wiggle my fingers at Michelle who smiles back and raises a limp hand in greeting.

“So Michelle and I were thinking about having a movie night, would you guys be up for it?”

A ripple of approval goes through the little group of stairway lurking emos. 

“I suggested Saturday,” Michelle says, “because it’s my parents' anniversary or some shit. They’re going out for dinner so we would have the whole place to ourselves.”

I can’t help but speak, “Wow, I thought you guys would be up to something more nefarious on a Saturday night than huddled up watching a movie together, honestly,” I’m not trying to be mean or anything, it’s an honest statement. It’s a bit hard for me to imagine this collection of misfits, all with at least one piece of metal in their face sitting around eating popcorn in the Tengu’s pastel blue living room. 

Jen is the only one that laughs, “Yeah, we occasionally take a break from sucking the blood of civilians to hang out and watch Sleepy Hollow. You’re invited, by the way, if you’re not doing whatever rugby wankers do, like tossing a frisbee around and doing jager bombs.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, I wasn't going to sit here and make plans in front of your face otherwise.”

Jen is the only one that looks comfortable with this decision, so I’m on the point of telling her that I’ve already made plans to try and blag my way into another city centre nightclub before I realise how repelled I am by that very idea. I consider those sticky floors and the bad music, the hangover I’ll have and eventually I think about Doherty and the inevitable horrors he’ll inflict upon me if I don’t get back into shape. Suddenly a film with the emos doesn’t seem like the worst way to spend a Saturday night. 

“Okay, yeah. I’d love to come.”

Evan glances at me incredulously but I just smile in response and bump him with my shoulder, “We’ll have fun, right?”

He flashes the ghost of a smile,  “Yeah, I suppose.”

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#lucky boy 2009 #tw: drugs #tw: mental health

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Series warning: Eventual smut, for now, fluffy mcflufferson.

Word count: 900

A/N: Remind me to never promise @keanureevesisbae anything ever again. (Just kidding hun, I'm actually super grateful for the fun li'l Sy prompt ❤️😏)

There's gonna be mistakes, because I had to make this a quick one...

“Hi! You must be Sy!” God, this man was tall – at least 6’ to your 5’1. And he smelled good – why did he have to smell good? You didn’t have time for a man! You were just here as a favor to your friend. How did she know this guy, anyway? He looked older than you, early thirties to your mid-twenties.

“Yeah, hey. Lara, right?”

“Yes!” It was just one drink, you just had to keep it up for one drink.

One drink turned into two, into three, and eventually into four. You were in serious trouble here. Sy was easy to talk to, had a good job, he was easy on the eyes, and the fact that the stitches of the shirt he was wearing were clearly only hanging on by the grace of God did not hurt, either. The two of you talked about anything and everything; his job, your studies, family, pets, you name it. You learned he grew up on his granddad’s ranch in Texas, and that he would really love to own a home with enough land someday to have his own horses again – which led you to have a hard time concentrating for the next ten or so minutes while your brain decided it was very necessary to imagine this burly cowboy on a horse. It wasn’t. Really. You could have done without that mental image. At least until you got home.

And then, the ‘check, please’-moment. He was annoyingly insistent on paying, and absolutely wasn’t going to go along with your idea of splitting. Sy even went as far as saying that ‘going Dutch’ was a completely ridiculous idea, especially on a first date, but you paid him no mind. You can take the girl out of the Netherlands, but you can’t take the Netherlands out of the girl. Nevertheless, your little kerfuffle about who was paying lead to you blurting out a combination of words you’d never heard yourself say in any dating-related context: “Next one’s on me, then.”

“Next one, huh?” Sy smiled as if he approved of the idea. “I might have to get my hands on your number, then.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. That was not an actual question, and if this guy wanted your number he was going to have to do a lot better than this.

“’Course I could ask Julie, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, since she so kindly set us up today, but I’d rather get it from you directly. What do you think?”

“I think, Sy, that you need to be a little more to the point,” you replied to what you considered the most cumbersome way of asking someone for their phonenumber. Ever.

“Can I get your number, Sugar?” You pretended to contemplate your answer for a while, which didn’t sit very well with Sy. He took a step closer to you and repeated his question slower and in a lower register, both of which highlighted his accent in the cutest way. It was also vaguely threatening, which your body reacted to in ways you couldn’t describe as anything other than high treason.

“Y-yes,” you stammered as you felt a blush creep from under the collar of your blouse.

“Thank you.” Sy suddenly smiled and the threatening air that had surrounded him a second ago, was gone immediately. “May I walk you to your car?”

“Julie was going to pick me up,” you said without thinking about it.

“Well in that case,” Sy chuckled, “may I offer you a ride home?” You were going to kill Julie. Oh, well. She absolutely would have come and pick you up if the date had been a disaster. And you guessed she knew Sy well enough to know he wasn’t a total creep.

“That would be great, thank you, Sy.”

You talked some more on the way home, which wasn’t long, but you’re pretty sure you took a detour or two on the way there. Since you hadn’t been living here for too long, you couldn’t be completely certain. When you arrived at your house, you secretly hoped for just one more detour. Luckily, Sy got out of his truck to open your door for you, and insisted on walking you to the house. Sy squinted at you, clearly debating whether or not he should say something about the state of the house he was dropping you off at. Eventually he seemed to decide that whatever he had to say probably wasn’t something you didn’t already know.

“I had a great time tonight, Sy,” you said as you hugged him goodbye on the porch.

“Me too, Sugar,” Sy replied with a friendly hint of mischief in his eyes, “mind if I kiss ya?” You let him know that you didn’t mind at all. As his lips came closer and your eyes slowly fell shut, it felt like the ground disappeared from beneath you. Because it did. Fuck! The floorboards of the porch had finally given out. Luckily, Sy was more than capable of keeping you upright and unharmed. He laughed as he put you back down in a place that looked sturdier than the one you were in before, and he pressed a swift but sweet kiss on your cheek. “Ma’am, if you need any repairs on this death-trap of a house of yers, you’ve got my number.”

#syverson fanfiction #syverson x ofc #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson #syverson fic

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

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Part Fifteen

The events of approximately 7 hours ago play on repeat in my head. I can still taste him, feel the warmth of his soft lips on mine. God it was a great kiss. I felt like I was going to met into his lap and have to stay there forever. Which I would not have minded in the slightest.

I wish I didn’t have to leave, but honestly I’m a little relieved I did. I’m not sure what would’ve happened had I stayed. Would we have done it? Maybe. But then again maybe not. Definitely not. It’s too soon. I’m not that type of person. But then again again he is Spencer, and I think I’d give up my right leg for him if he asked.

Dad, Jack, and I are watching a movie over frozen yogurt right now. But while their eyes are focused on Lilo and Stitch, I am still seeing Spencer’s lips on mine.

Lying to my father about where I went for nearly an hour wasn’t hard, but trying to hide my flushed cheeks and swollen lips was. Luckily, his post-nap drowsiness got in the way of him noticing anything off.

So instead of having to explain my gushing attitude, I got to change the subject to the matter of dinner.

After the movie, Dad helps Jack get ready for bed, and I hang back in the living room and attempt to come up with a reason to text Spencer.

The only reason I can come up with is because I want to, and it seems valid enough.

“Hey”

I text him, no punctuation because a period seems too serious, an explanation mark makes me seem desperate, and everything else wouldn’t make sense. I then text again,

“Are you busy?”

He doesn’t respond, so I take that as a “yes” to my question. A slight frown forms on my lips, but I know I can’t just expect him to answer every time I reach out. He’s a grown man with a life.

I head upstairs to get ready for bed even though I definitely won’t be sleeping for at least another few hours. I turn Friends on in my bedroom and scroll through my phone, silently hoping for a text back.

I don’t get one. Even in the morning when it’s been 12 hours since I sent the message. I debate on asking if he’s alright, but I don’t want to annoy him with my texts.

God, I hate being 21. We’re still like teenagers when it comes to texting, and we’re all terrified of spamming someone and looking desperate.

“I should be back around five,” my father says as he reaches around me to grab his coffee mug off the counter top.

Even though today is just a paper work day, he still makes sure to say “should be” because, of course, there’s still a possibility of a case and him leaving for days again.

“Love you,” I say, my mouth still full of toast.

“Love you too. Aunt Jess should be here to pick Jack up soon,” he tells me, making his way out of the apartment.

My aunt is taking Jack to a birthday party for one of his friends that she often nannied with him. I am personally glad to have the day to myself or to do whatever I want.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetheart,” my aunt says with a smile, pulling me into a hug.

I haven’t seen Jessica since just a few weeks after my mother’s funeral.

“God you look just like your mom right now,” she tells me, her eyes starting to water before she blinks back the tears.

Jack grabs her hand excitedly, eager to go to the party. I’m grateful his eagerness removes me from that interaction.

“Nice to see you, Aunt Jess. Thank you for taking Jack,” I smile softly.

“It’s no problem. I’ll see you soon, sweet girl,” she says and allows my brother to pull her out of the apartment and down the hall.

I can’t be mad at her for mentioning my mom; she is her sister. But I hate that people feel the need to bring up touchy subjects when the emotions could’ve been avoided.

She always says I look like my mom, but I think we just have the same nose. Unfortunately, I am one of the many girls who grew up being an almost carbon copy of her father. Which made me feel extremely awkward because hearing “You look just like your father!” at 15 really shreds a girl’s self esteem.

My mom used to say it didn’t matter who I looked like, but it mattered which traits from each of them I inhabited. I’ve got my father’s stubbornness that’s for sure. I’ve got his determination and hunger for success. I don’t know what I have from my mother. I’ve never been the nurturing, gentle type that she was. Haley Hotchner was the perfect embodiment of grace, a gazelle if you will. And I’m like a bull. Thank you very much, Dad.

I plop down on the couch and kick my slipper-covered feet up on the coffee table. Today is going to be so relaxing without anyone to bug me.

And just as I’m done finishing that thought, my phone chimes with a text from CeCe. She asks for plans because apparently she’s bored out of her mind and her parents are talking to her about settling down and marriage. I tell her she can come over

“Thank you for saving me from that,” she sighs, shutting the door behind her. She crawls onto the couch with me.

I chuckle softly. “No problem.”

“So what’s up? What’s new in the world of Jade?”

“You’re really that bored that you want to hear about what’s been going on with me after almost a week of being home with my little brother?” I laugh softly, shaking my head.

“Yes!” CeCe groans.

“Well,” I say. “Perhaps I had something slightly more interesting than hanging out with a four year old happen.”

CeCe situates herself to where she can rest her chin on her knees. “Spill.”

“I made out with a guy I’m sorta kinda falling for,” I blurt out, twiddling with my hands.

“Oh my god, Jade Hotchner! There is a guy and you haven’t told me?” Cece exclaims, her eyes boring into my soul.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say defensively. “And honestly, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“The guy from your political science class? The kinda ugly one with the glasses and the haircut that makes him a little cuter?”

I roll my eyes. “He was not ugly.”

“A little bit,” she holds her pointer finger and thumb together, almost pinching.

“He was really sweet though, but no,” I chuckle softly, “not him.”

CeCe takes a minute to think, eyeing me. “It’s not Spencer is it?”

I cough, laughing a little. “What?”

“Oh my god, it is. You made out with Dr. Reid?”

“Kind of,” my lips press together in a thin line.

“How does one ‘kind of’ make out with someone?”

“I don’t know.”

“You made out with your dad’s employee,” CeCe laughs, shaking her head. “I’m so proud of you. You’re like a baby slut now.”

“What the fuck is a baby slut?”

“Ya know, like not quite a slut but getting there.”

I let out a chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I’m definitely not getting there.”

My best friend pokes my thigh, teasingly. “I am so proud of you. High school you would be too!”

“Shut up, Ceec,” I blush, shaking my head.

“So what happens now?”

“With me and Spencer? I have no idea. We’ve made out twice, and now I think he’s ignoring me.”

“Hold on,” she holds up a finger. “My mind is blown. Twice?” She pauses dramatically. “Wait why do you think he’s ignoring you?”

“Because my texts have now been left on delivered for 18 hours,” I explain.

CeCe bites her teeth together, tsk-ing at me in thought. “Hey, at least it’s not read.”

“Well, he has read receipts turned off. I did that for him so he could not feel the need to respond to everyone right away.”

“Oh, Jade,” she sighs.

“And thus you see my dilemma.” I gesture my hands outward.

“Mhm, I do,” CeCe nods. “Okay, so are you guys like a thing, just kissing, what?”

“I have no idea,” I groan, slamming my palm on my face.

“These stages are always the worst, but they’re kind of exciting,” she says.

“There’s nothing exciting about this. Spencer… he’s like different than everyone else I’ve had this type of situation with,” I say honestly.

“Because he works for your dad?”

“CeCe, I swear to god…”

“Okay, okay,” she laughs softly, holding her hands of defensively. “How is it different?”

“Because he’s an actually grown up. An actual man,” I tell her. “I’m used to stupid college guys. Even the pre-laws are stupid. And Spencer is… the opposite of those guys. He’s brilliant, kind, and like totally hot, and god, he’s a good kisser.”

Her eyes widen a bit. “Oh girl. You’re falling falling.”

“I mean it’s not that deep,” I say, back-tracking. “We’re friends. We’re whatever we are. And he may be all of those things but he’s also ignoring me, so I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Confront him about it.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” My teeth tug at my bottom lip.

“C’mon, miss lawyer. Just tell him straight up what you’re thinking.”

“And if I don’t know what I’m thinking?”

“Wait until you do.”

I nod, taking in a breath. “Right. Okay.”

“I’m here for you, baby slut.”

My best friend becomes the victim of a punch to the arm.

What am I thinking, what am I thinking? I don’t know. I mean, yeah, I like him, I’m thinking that. But I also know that my dad might kill us both if he found out about anything. And I know Spencer isn’t stupid, he wouldn’t want what I do. And I’m pretty sure I want him.

The sound of a fist hitting my door rings through my apartment three times. I just got home from grocery shopping for the first time in weeks. The refrigerator was severely lacking nutrition, as am I it seems.

I exit the kitchen to answer the door, and the face I’m greeted with is the one I want to see the most and don’t want to see the most at the same time.

Jade.

Before I can get an awkward “hello” out, she says, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

My cheeks flush pink, and I know my face is giving me away. But of course, she had already figured me out anyway. I stand there nervously, my face twitching a little.

“I,” I start, but I don’t know how to finish that sentence. She’s not wrong. I have been ignoring her.

I’m not proud of it, but how do I talk to someone who is the focal point of all my guilt right now? I was in the wrong for last night. What we did was careless and stupid, and I’ve never been careless and stupid. I feel like shit over it.

“Jade,” I say, her name rolling off my lips too easily.

“Spencer,” she says. I shouldn’t have told her to call me Spencer. I like it too much.

This is becoming our routine, huh?

She steps inside my apartment, and I let her. She walks past me and onto my couch. I let her.

“You know what we did is wrong,” I say, joining her on the couch, keeping my distance.

“And yet, we’ve done it twice,” Jade says.

She’s not wrong.

“It doesn’t make it okay. No matter how much you hate it when I say you’re my boss’s daughter, it’s true. And for that, what we did is unethical and careless.”

Jade rolls her eyes. “We kissed, Spencer. It’s not like we fucked.”

Her choice of words cause my eyebrows to raise. I clear my throat. “Well, no.” But I wanted to. I would never admit this out loud, but in that moment… if she wanted to, I would’ve. And that’s a problem. I shouldn’t be flirting with or kissing my boss’s daughter let alone wanting to sleep with her.

She’s off limits.

“Then I don’t see that much of a problem,” Jade says.

“I have a moral code, Jade. And getting involved with you violates it.”

“And what if you move aside that moral code?” She asks. “Then what?”

“What do you…”

“Let’s say my dad isn’t your boss. Then what?”

“Then it wouldn’t be as wrong,” I say carefully.

“You know what I think, Spencer?”

I’m scared to know what she thinks.

“I think fuck this moral shit. I’m a grown ass woman no matter how much you or my dad think otherwise. There’s obviously something here, and you can say we’re just friends all you want, but…”

“We’re not friends,” I cut her off.

“What?”

“We’re not friends,” I say again. “You’re not wrong about that. We can’t be just friends. But it’s not a good idea to be anything else either.”

Jade leans a little closer to me. “Fuck good ideas.”

A small smile creeps onto my face. I can’t help it. “You’re crazy.”

“A little,” she shrugs.

“What am I going to do with you?” I groan, that smile still on my face.

“I really think kissing me again is a start,” Jade grins.

sixteen

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[mydaroga]

Fest for Beatles Fans 2024 Write-Up

In case anyone wants to know what goes on at these things, I can at least give you a run-down of what I did at this one, though as always there was far more going down than any one person could see. I tend to favor panels and discussions over bands, so I am sure I missed a lot of great music. Because the bands were great.

It was held this year at the TWA Hotel, which is part of JFK International Airport and has retained a lot of the features of when it used to be a terminal. I posted photos of it last year when I was there on a layover, and I still love it to death. They did NOT let me ride on the baggage thingy though. In addition, I was unable to secure a room at the hotel, though if they hold it here again I will be snagging one because, like I said, the place is bonkers.

Friday

I entered my cross-stitch in the art contest, because why not? While there ran into several people whom I had met last August at the Fest in Chicago.

Beatles Biography panel with Vivek Tiwary (The Fifth Beatle graphic novel) and Madeline Bocaro (In Your Mind - The Infinite Universe of Yoko Ono). Vivek comes off very passionate and sweet, very respectful of Brian Epstein and cognizant of the importance of telling his story right. Bocaro is also very passionate, but I'm afraid some of us present her personal Ono pendulum has swung too far to admit any human fault in her subject. I later bought the Brian book, but not the Ono.

First Generation Fan Panel was mostly Leslie Healy recounting her adventures, which are legion: she was at the Ed Sullivan dress rehearsal, and at Shea Stadium, and she's *also* the one who got that audio at Paul's house when she visited all four Beatles in 1967. Also, she had a Bearded Collie, which I also had growing up, so that gave me a thrill.

I entered the 60s dress up contest -- second time as Twiggy was the charm, and I won! And then there was a lot of dancing. Gogo boots, ironically, not so much made for such activities.

Saturday

Chatted with some folks because it was more interesting that listening to the speakers, oops. The guy from the Ranking the Beatles podcast is lovely and we've already been in touch since. Also Terry Crain who wrote a great coffee table book about NEMS Beatles merch, which I bought last year.

Went to the dealer's room and bought silly buttons, like TO HELL WITH THE 'BEATLES' and I ❤️ PAUL. There were butcher covers and all that jazz, and horrid dolls, and all the lovely awful things, none of which I could ever afford. But I can buy buttons!

Lovely friends entered the talent contest and proceeded to the finals, and they kicked so much ass and I am so proud of them.

Academic panel with Ken Womack, Christine Feldmman-Barrett, and Andy Nichols was pretty good, a lot of talk about how subsequent generations get hooked and sort of the state of Beatles fandom/academia today. Which feels fairly positive, in the sense that all present felt there is more respect now than there was--though still room to improve on that score.

As a side note, all of my interactions with Womack convince me he's a great guy, very passionate in his love for the Beatles and very devoted not only to doing this right but in elevating lesser-heard voices. He's a very likable man.

Speaking of, next he interviewed Laurie Kaye, who did the radio interview with John on his last day. Her story was very moving.

Tried to dance again this evening after the talent show but unlike the previous night, everyone thought we were weird and stared forbiddingly at us from their seated positions.

But my PAUL IS DEAD / IF YOU WANT IT / HAPPY CHRISTMAS FROM JOHN & YOKO shirt was a hit. Finally.

Sunday

Saw Jude Southerland-Kessler talk about the "birth of the beatles" but sadly it was NOT about the tv film of the same name. So I went to chat with Adrian Sinclair and Allen Kozinn instead, which they later tweeted about.

Beatlemania in the 21st Century panel was about, well, what it says. Next was Women's History of the Beatles which was also interesting and involved various writers, teachers, fans, podcasters, etc. I got to meet Erika from BC the Beatles which was very cool.

Then came the Laurence Juber and Steve Holley panel which I have mentioned elsewhere.

Jenny Boyd talked about fashion and the Apple Boutique, hosted by a lady who wrote a book about Beatles and fashion I would like to read.

Fantastic band with great additional harmonies, which I knew who they were.

I did not win the art contest. I did get a participation ribbon. I'm not even a millennial.

We then found a quiet place to chat, of which which the hotel had many, and then I needed to go to bed so I could be bad in like five hours for my flight.

I've probably forgotten lots of things but that is the general run down. There was also a video room, two stages for bands, more art, authors and guests at tables all weekend, and Mickey Dolenz, whom I did not meet but it's cool he was there.

#yes i know some of you were there too i'm just not outing you #kris talks a lot #beatlesfest2024 #fest for beatles fans

[princesseils]

This was Part 1 of my first story on Wattpad. Enjoy, girlies!

'It's so unfair, why do I have to wear a dress to prom?'

'You were cheeky to me and rude to your sister about her dress. So you will sleep in a nightie tonight, and I will get you all dolled up in the morning.'

I went to bed that night struggling to sleep, the nightie left me feeling so exposed. I was feeling a breeze even under my duvet but eventually, my eyes closed.

I woke the next day to my mum ordering me to go get breakfast quickly so that she could start getting me ready. I knew better than to irritate her on this morning, she had probably been awake hours getting everything set up. I quickly ate some cereal and then reported to my mum's room. She ordered me to go in the shower while she 'sorted my outfit.'

In the bathroom, there were a couple of bright pink bottles of soap stuff. There was a note taped to them which said, 'Use this stuff please princess, and be sure to shave all over xxx.' I shuddered at being called princess but started running the water with full intention of following the instructions. She was already annoyed with me, I thought best to just get this over with.

Shaving felt weird and hurt a little bit. Once I was done making my skin hairless, I used the moisturiser to soften it all and soothe the pain. I then had to use the Disney princess shampoo and shower gel, which were the two bottles with the note on them. I turned the shower off after what felt like forever and wrapped a towel around my shivering body. I dried myself off a considerable bit and then promptly reported back to my mum.

Pleased with my efforts, she handed me a pair of white panties with a pink outline. I tried to protest but instead just asked her to look away while I put them on, which she did. I slid the awkward underwear up my legs and over my private area, feeling very silly. Mum giggled and then helped me put the matching bra on. 'You were made for this stuff, hon.' Resisting any retort, I just stood there blushing. Mum then showed me my dress for the day and it was even worse than I was told.

On my bed was a blue knee-length gown with a floral lace pattern stitched in. Mum stuffed my bra with a pair of silicone breast forms and then she helped me into the blasted thing. I stepped into it shaking while she pulled it up and encouraged me to put my arms through the straps, the right of which had a distinct flower design on it. Mum was gushing over how I looked as she zipped the dress up at the back and buttoned it at the top. She then sent me down to the makeup artist.

'Ah yes, you must be Alicia, the little prom princess. My name is Cheryl, and it's my job to get you looking your prettiest for when you go to the biggest night of your teenage life.'

Alicia? Where did that name come from? I guess I was Alicia today, at least it should cover up my real identity. Not that real identity was going to matter anyways. I hoped everyone was so focussed on their own stuff that nobody even paid attention to me or my newly enforced femininity.

So Cheryl got started on my makeup but was strangely talking to me like I was a real girl. I suppose she didn't know but still it was so weird, especially when she asked anything about boyfriends or periods. The last thing I wanted to do was blow my own cover so I made some stuff up just based on what I knew. I claimed that I had 'my time of the month' a week ago and that 'my hot boyfriend and I have been going out for 3 months and we talk all the time at school like best friends.' Just typical girly conversation that wouldn't flag anything up that would make her think 'this is a boy.' I was clean shaven all over and in a dress with the name Alicia so adding a boyfriend into the mix was just extra cover, even more so since I had a date to prom.

While this awkward conversation laboured on, Cheryl destroyed my face with makeup. She assaulted it to an insane level of detail. I was wearing pretty much every little chemical in her bag on my face. She even took it upon herself to paint my fingernails and toenails a shimmering royal blue and attach fake eyelashes to my own authentic ones. She painted a vibrant red shade on my lips with a very sticky substance and rubbed at least 7 different powders under my eyes. I panicked a little when she kept going near my open eyes with the eyeliner which prompted her to ask if I ever wear makeup. I went for the safest cover of 'yeah but I never use liner on my eyes – too messy for school.' She bought that explanation and I had no complaints.

Thinking that Cheryl was finished after all of her artwork was foolish, she still had to sort my hair out. 'Your mother wants you to have long hair for the day, so I'll weave some nice and soft extensions into your owns hair.'

At this point, there was no point in trying to escape it and so I just let her continue to work on my appearance over and over again until she was finally happy with it.

'Just in time Alicia, you'll have to rush and get your shoes on right now. Have the best night, princess.'

Getting used to that name was easier than I thought. Then again, it would be much easier since Cheryl kept bloody talking while she did me up and used my name a lot. Turns out that she was doing my makeup and hair for HOURS, and time was quickly running out. My date was going to be at the door in ten or so minutes. I had to hurry.

I went back to my mum who gushed over me, making me feel even more embarrassed. I really hoped she wouldn't do this in front of my date. Hell, I hoped my date didn't arrive. I hoped that the whole thing would be cancelled or even just turn out to be a bad dream. But as she handed me a shoebox which had 5 inch sparkly silver stiletto heels in it. I sat in a chair and lifted my legs up so that my mum could help me into them and then she ordered me to practice just walking around the room. Bear in mind that I still hadn't seen myself. When I made this point, she told me to go upstairs in my heels and look in her mirror while she waits for my prom date at the door.

I looked gorgeous, I looked so strange but it was probably the best I had ever looked up to that point. I went back downstairs slowly, gripping the banister with my life and told mum that I was so embarrassed and that this was cruel. I moaned that I looked like a Disney princess. My mum just smiled and said 'that will teach you, now just wait for your date. Let's get a few photos. You know what proms are like for Facebook likes.' I protested that she couldn't put me online but she just laughed as she captured picture after picture. She was even asking for poses and had just got me to do a kissy face with one hand on my hip and the other out showing my nails to the camera when there was a knock at the door. Oh my, I actually did have a date, someone else was going to see me like this.

Turns out that my date was one of my best friends. He wore a full suit with a blue tie, doing that whole cute and horribly romantic thing of matching his date's dress colour. Mum insisted on getting pictures of the happy couple and once she was satisfied that he had hugged me in enough photos, she decided that there should be one when he pecks my cheek. I managed to survive that one, the weirdest part possibly being how happy he was to do it. She then ordered me to kiss his cheek which totally made my stomach turn as I did it. She snapped the photo and we were finally able to go off to prom and get this night of hell over with.

We got in his car and set off for the prom. He was driving so that I could have a drink. While this was a very kind gesture, I was not one of those people who usually likes alcohol. Then again, I was not usually someone who wears dresses or goes by a false name or kisses boys. But on this night and at the age of 17, I was feeling very different and insecure. The whole plan of his fell down when I reminded him that I wasn't allowed to drink alcohol yet, which he laughed at.

He then strangely started asking about the reasons I was 'Alicia' tonight. I just told him that I lost a bet which earned me the corny reply of 'you look like a winner to me.' It was a cute attempt, but it more made me want to slap my date than kiss him so you could say it had little effect. All his talk about my cuteness felt so wrong, even though he was being a total gentleman to me.

This evidence continued as we pulled up outside the venue and he got out first to open my door for me. I mean, he'd clearly rehearsed this whole routine. He was even strong enough to give me a little lift out of my seat, forcing me to let out a tiny effeminate scream as it was so unexpected. He let my heels find the floor and pecked my forehead once I was out while I just held on to him for support. He offered me his hand and at this point, I was just going with the flow. I took his hand in mine, gripped it tight, and we made our way into the building.

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[mimiwritcs]

FIGHT FOR YOU (6/?)

FANDOM: Divergent

PAIRING: Eric Coulter x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: this is after four+eric's initiation and before tris'. this will be the build up of the characters as we got introduced to them as well as maybe the society. not just a love story but we aim for characters' growth and storytelling.

WORDS: 2.8K

A/N: apologizes if this chpt isn't the greatest, literally don't know what i did that everything got deleted and i tried to rewrite it by memory to make it justice.

You were one of the last to arrive at the infirmary, more than once on the way Milan offered to carry you in his arms but you didn't think it was a good idea. Although you had struggled and surprised yourself at how far you got on the circuit, you knew it wouldn't be enough. Eric had warned you not to remove the dart, and you knew that even if he was not present in some way if you did he would find out. If he didn't want you to take the dart off, imagine being carried in their arms. "Thanks for everything guys, go eat before it's all gone, you've done enough." you told them when you sat on a stretcher with the doctor. "We'll bring you some leftovers and we'll come see you before training in the afternoon" Winter smiled at you as you said your goodbyes.

"Second day and we already have the infirmary full, this year you have not been late" the doctor complained but his gaze was affable. "I just hope there's another day" you complained while he took the shot you still had from Eric. "And why wasn't it going to be?" he asked you calmly while he spread a cold cream on the shot that relieved your pain. "Have you been shot anywhere else?" he asked you again. "Well, because it is the second day and I am already the most hated here. On top of that, I have put Four in a mess and they already warned us, this year they are making cuts, I would not be surprised if they made me the first for my disobedience and my lack of attitude" you explained. "Yes, in the rib too" you answered while you lifted up your shirt to give him access to work. "How come you didn't take off the other one?" he asked you. "Eric ordered me not to do it" you shrugged your shoulders while he applied the cream but since that one didn't hurt you didn't feel pain but coldness.

"Well, what I think is that if you have survived the circuit on your second day and a fight with Eric, even if you lost, you do not lack attitude. And I don't know what you have done so badly but if that were the case, you would be out already." he commented to you while examining the cut on your forehead. "You've been lucky, we won't have to do stitches on your forehead and your nose doesn't seem to be broken, just a simple haemorrhage. Of course, you're going to have a lot of bruises for the next few days. I would tell you to rest but I know it's not possible, try to avoid putting yourself in unnecessary trouble that will slow down your recovery." he ordered. "Of course, thank you doctor…" you started talking looking for a plaque with his name on his clothes. "Loftland" he answered you with a smile. "Thank you. Y/M" you introduced yourself.

"Well, let's do the following Y/M, I'm going to give you some pain pills that you take today, after lunch and dinner to help you with the pain and while your friends finish eating and they bring you some leftovers, you rest okay?" You smiled as you nodded your head as you watched him go get something and come back. "And leave this bag of ice in your stomach, will help you with the bruises" he requested as he left closing some curtains between your bed to give you some privacy. Although you were very tired, the pain did not let you sleep but lying down for a while did you good. "Hi, are you awake?" Winter asked you after half an hour later with a plate. "I bring you your food and medicine" Winter smiled at you as you made room for her to sit on your bed and you lifted her back supporting her with some cushions to eat a little.

When you had some hot food in your stomach you felt a little more out of sorts and when you took the pill you hoped it would calm your pain enough to endure the afternoon session. Suddenly you saw how Four entered the infirmary and stayed talking for a while with Dr. Loftland and looked at you. As he got closer to your area, Winter got out of bed and you both stared at him in silence. "Hello, how are you?" he asked you. "Now after eating something, better, but I would be lying if I didn't say that my whole body hurts" you smiled at him, although you were honest, there was much more. You were very afraid of being kicked out of the group and your whole body was heavy, you were very tired and you didn't know if you would be able to endure one more class with dignity. "Winter, can you leave us alone, please? The training starts in fifteen minutes, in the secondary gym, we'll catch you up" he comment and she nodded, said goodbye quickly and you were left alone. Four closed the curtain of your room giving some privacy although the infirmary was already quite empty and he stood next to the bed.

"I didn't mean for you to get beaten up without knowing how to defend yourself when I proposed to give you the book." he started to speak. "I didn't mean to put you in trouble when I asked you… or myself to be honest… are you going to throw me out?" You asked helplessly, not knowing was driving you crazy. There was nothing worse than being factionless. "Not yet, you haven't been bad at all on the circuit and it will undoubtedly affect the teammates who lost the duel against you more than it will affect yourself." you unconsciously sighed in relief, letting go of your body tense and relaxing it, resting your back on the cushion again. "I think you were right in your arguments but you have to understand that here we don't need people to memorize and vomit answers. Today you have defended yourself and attacked with some blows that I taught you the day before that you surely did not even remember that you knew before entering in the circuit. We want to speed up your mind, that you learn to retain information because when you are trapped, you are in danger, you can get out with only your attention span and agility." I explain and you agreed. "That's why Eric has also put you on the circuit, his methods are a little more extreme and orthodox than mine, but all roads lead to Rome" he added.

"Also, someone very wise once told me that joining a faction is about more than just passing initiation, you know? I wanted you to realize that there is more to it, that while you were studying like crazy, life went on at your around and you were missing it. Whether we want it or not, the initiation marks all of us, our friends, even enemies, it is important and you have shown that you have the ability to honor your position in Dauntless, don't waste it" you nodded, you didn't know why he was telling you all that and you felt that when he spoke he was transporting himself in his mind in some way, he was there but he was not there. "I understand and believe me, I realized that. It won't happen again." you promised. You felt like you were being given a second chance and you couldn't fail, not because of you but because of Four who had been more generous than necessary and to prove Eric he was wrong about you. "Come on, let's go to class and try to not embarrass yourself" he stated as he opened the curtains and waited for you to get up.

The afternoon passed exaggeratedly slow, Eric was supporting Four the whole time, who ended up Four seeming more like an intern than a trainee. They did several exercise routines for the whole body, to help you gain resistance and strength that you needed. If by itself your physical condition was not the best, after the beating this morning, you gave a lot to be desired. Although the pills had taken effect and calmed the pain enough to be able to continue the class, every little exercise you felt the pain in your body and it was hard for you to keep up or push when they asked you to. And although you hadn't had much experience with either of them, that's when you realized the different teaching methods between one and the other. Four pressured you but he had empathy and wanted to improve gradually, Eric had no compassion, he yelled in class and his teacher's theory was to terrify everyone to do as he requested. You assumed that was why one was named a professor and the other was not. Although you couldn't understand how someone so hard and cold with others could become a leader. Maybe he wouldn't be so nasty with the rest..

At the end of class, you all ran to the showers and your muscles finally relaxed when you touched the hot water. "What do you want to do this afternoon?" Winter asked you as you shrugged. "I think I'll stay resting a bit, let's see if I can even take a little nap for an hour, shall we meet in the pit in an hour, an hour and a half?" You proposed to your friend and that's how you agreed. You wished everyone had gone but a small group of guys stayed in the back talking, luckily not too loud, and you were able to fall asleep. When you woke up, you changed your clothes and went to the Pit, it was full of life. People screaming, children running, many groups separate and together at the same time. Everyone with everyone and you smiled looking at them from afar. How would you like one day to be able to mix with people, feel them as your home. "Hey, look who we have here.. Y/M" your thought broke upon hearing your name. You looked around and it was a group of initiates, there were Anderson, Clark, Ember and some of their born Dauntless initiates whose names you didn't know and a couple of the transferees. "Hello" you greeted them approaching.

"My goodness girl, everyone is talking about you and now that I see you, you don't look so bad either" Ember commented. "How fast stories fly around here" you shrugged. "Obviously what did you expect, Lauren even took us to the circuit that afternoon when she said we were going to shoot guns, I guess it was to compare us" Clark commented. "And how was it?" You curiously asked about them. "Fine, no problem" Ember quickly replied, she seemed unconcerned by the conversation, listening to several but participating in a few. "Well, although I liked the part about attacking more than not defending myself" Clark joked. "Yeah for the most part fine although you should have seen Sam, Lauren has gone hysterical and yelled at her that even you had done better so who knows maybe you'll even get out of going under the cut" Anderson joked and you thanked him.

"Is what Lauren said about me so bad?" you asked sincerely terrified. "Not that much, the one you've pissed off is Eric. Enough for him to volunteer to supervise and manage your training, even if you don't think it's all your fault, he wanted Four so much that you gave him the perfect opportunity. But between us, there's a lot of respect. You haven't done badly, but that nonsense of wanting to study the agenda and question the system… is going to take its toll for sure" Anderson commented and you appreciated his sincerity. "Of course, it will take its toll on you, we don't create rebels here, questioning an order for wanting to make you smart can take its toll on many occasions, they are the ones who know, you have to listen to them, period" Ember commented.

"So Four and Eric don't get along very well huh" you commented out loud but more to yourself than the others. "Yeah last year at his initiation they were the dog and the cat. The two transferred and the two best in the class, despite the fact that Four always beat him. They tried to recruit Four for leadership but I don't know what happened to In the end they chose Eric under all odds" explained Clark. "Both of them are transferees? I had no idea" you commented surprised, they seemed 100% with the attitude of someone born here, you supposed that this made you practice and it gave you hope for one day you would seem as safe and integrated into your faction as they were, if you made it through the cut. "God Y/M and you were Erudition and you didn't want to find out everything around here?" I tell you about a boy whose name you didn't know. "No, I've already told you I'm not Erudition, I was born there but I belong here, like you. I don't care about their past, I care that they are my teacher and my leader and how good they are at their job" you commented closing the topic.

"But hey, let's change the subject… nice haircut" you commented to the guys you knew because they had invited you the previous afternoon to go with them. "Right? You could be just as cool if you hadn't gotten into trouble," Clark teased. "What if, what if, that we don't return to the same topic, do you think I could go tomorrow?" Asked. "And who would accompany you? You need a member to go out" they commented. "Calm down, look, that's the hairdresser over there, talk to her to see if she can help you" she offered, pointing to a woman who was in a group talking and you went over to see.

"Hello, excuse me, excuse me for interrupting, my name is Y/M, have they told me that you are the hairdresser?" you said interrupting while she nodded and separated you from the group. "Yes, I'm Hanna, you're an initiate right? What a face, hard day?" she asked you nicely. "What am I going to tell you, yes, I was going to come tomorrow with Anderson and other boys but things got complicated. I'm looking forward to cutting this hair, could you tomorrow?" you explained. "Yes, you could come in the afternoon, after training. Do you have someone to drive you?" she asked you while she took out a mini diary to write down the appointment you assumed. "The truth is that no" you shrugged. "Well, don't worry, I'll talk to Shauna or Bud, who are on the same schedule as you, to see if someone can come and bring you." she offered you "Thank you very much, I won't bother you anymore, see you tomorrow" you said goodbye as you returned to where the group of initiates was but realized that they were no longer there. You stood admiring your surroundings, you didn't know anyone and you didn't really know what to do until you saw Eric in a corner and something inside you couldn't resist going to talk to him even if it could get you into more trouble. But how could that be, if you just wanted to apologize.

"Sorry, Eric, do you have a second? I'll be very brief" you said as you approached. He looked up without recognizing your voice at first and when you came across your person he snorted. "You better, I have had enough of you initiates, what do you want" he spoke as if it were an order and looking around, he wanted it to be short and he seemed to be waiting for someone "Eh… I just wanted to apologize for wasting your time supervising the training sessions, I'm sure you have a thousand better and more important things to do and thank you for this morning's session. It's been hard but today I've learned a lot, not only on the circuit but also outside of it. I've understood and I trust you, I never wanted it to be interpreted as not I did it, it won't happen again and I hope to show you my worth as a Dauntless for the rest of the year" you synthesized while your body was tense and straight towards him. He stared at you as if he hadn't expected that, you saw for a few seconds the change in his expression back to the same face of few friends as always. "Don't worry, if you don't show it, you'll leave, you can go" he ordered you. You nodded your head and walked away, guessing it could have gone worse.

#ffy #divergent #divergent imagine #divergent stories #divergent fanfiction #fanfiction #eric coulter #eric coulter x reader #eric coulter imagine

[oflightningandstars]

🤩/😔/😍/🎁!! (The one about a specific character is for Moocho, of course)

Love you lots, friend!!! I hope today is going well for you :)

Thank you for the ask!!!

🤩 - a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Moocho! My beloved <333

A small woman, with Moocho’s dark hair and eyes stepped out. “Hi, Mom,” Moocho said quietly and suddenly they were hugging, his mom’s grip was fierce for all that she lacked her son’s stature. Moocho squeezed back, trying to pour every ounce of ache for missing her into it. And then, as quickly as the hug had begun, it stopped, Moocho’s mother stepping back with an easy grin. “It’s been too long,” she said, and Moocho hadn’t realized how much he missed her voice. “I know. I’m sorry."

AHHHHHHHHHHH. Moocho's mom my beloved <333333

😔 - published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

This is from This head is a hospital, someone please tend to it.

Eventually, she heard the front door open. That would be Milligan. She was glad he was home, but she was also not sure she wanted to talk to him right now. No doubt one of the other adults was going to tell him what had happened at dinner any minute now, and he would want to see her. Kate really didn’t want him to worry about her, to know just how much she was hurting. She also felt a little ashamed, if she was being honest with herself. Kate wasn’t supposed to be the emotional one, Kate didn’t break down crying to the point of having to miss meals, that wasn’t her. With a sigh, Kate buried her face into her pillow and waited for the inevitable.

Waiting for the inevitable "being told on" (not really but that's how it feels) is. not fun dkjfjasdflk (guy who managed to get upset in class pretty much always the week of parent-teacher conferences and was always just. waiting afterwords to see if it had been mentioned). This entire fic was also very sad and angsty to write. It was surprisingly not too difficult to write I just needed to get it out of my brain <3

😍 - published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

So I loved writing the entirety of Return Address. But in the interest of not just posting the entire fic again, I will say this bit:

But years passed, and Moocho darned tents and costumes, learned embroidery stitches, baked pies for the rest of the circus. He met a little girl, so full of life, and found himself looking after her, in quiet ways (she was too independent to accept anything else, and Moocho’s heart broke for her every time she insisted on doing something herself, all of seven years old). He comforted her after a fall left her arms and legs scraped up and bleeding, holding her hand while the circus medic patched her up and thought “maybe someday, maybe this,” and then shook the thought away as Kate jumped up and ran off, seemingly back to her regular cheerful mood.

Moocho <3333 "Maybe someday, maybe this" absolutely destroyed me when I wrote it. Also the part when Moocho's letter to his mom has a return address because they're safe now.

🎁- name a published gift fic someone has given you that you love and can't recommend enough (be sure to tag the author. Or if you don't have an AO3 or haven't been gifted a fic, what kind of fic would you like to be gifted?)

I haven't been gifted a fic, I think I would cry (/positive) if someone did dklfajdlksa. As for what kind of fic, I don't think I would have preferences really. Like, angst and fluff are both so good ahhhhhh. <33333

#ask game #fanfiction

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Sweet Boy

Ship: The Sheriff of Nottingham x Gabriel of Blackburn

Word Count: 742

Summary: Set the evening of the day Robin of Locksley cut the Sheriff's cheek, Gabriel comes to the sheriff's home to check on him, though he was not aware of what exactly happened that day. Their relationship begins tip-toeing the line of flirtation when Gabriel unknowingly strokes the sheriff's already large ego. CWs for mentions/allusions to violence and murder, food mentions, the sheriff being a bit condescending and also a liar.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

The sheriff was furious. Not but a few hours ago had Robin of Locksley slipped through his fingers, leaving him with a nasty cut on his cheek. How he loathed the utter incompetence of some of the guards in this city. He paced in his chambers, fuming over how he could possibly catch and detain Robin, when a knock came at his door, immediately replacing his irritation with bewilderment. None of his men were usually deft enough to announce themselves before entering a room, let alone knock.

“What now--?” He began as he opened the door, only to be surprised by a familiar and soothing face. “Oh--! Gabriel, forgive my tone, I believed you were someone else.”

“It’s quite alright, sheriff, I hear it’s been a rough day for you.” Gabriel smiled softly and held out a basket. “I brought some sweets… I thought they might make you feel better.”

The sheriff felt an odd but not unpleasant spasm in his chest at the kindly offering. “Ah, most appreciated, Gabriel, I knew there was a reason I liked you. Why don’t you come in?” He took the basket and set it aside, allowing Gabriel further into the room before closing the door behind him. Gabriel slowly spun, taking in the sights of luxuries he could not afford, before landing his gaze on the sheriff once more, frowning.

“What happened to your face?” He asked, reaching toward the sheriff’s cheek but refraining from touching the stitched-up wound. The sheriff grimaced and looked away, half of his face cast in shadow and the other made waxy by the blazing firelight.

“Blasted Robin of Locksley, that’s what. Thinks himself something of a hero, has the bishop not told you?”

Gabriel shook his head. “No, sir, he gave me the day off, so I ran errands for myself. Who is Robin of Locksley?”

“Yes, you wouldn’t know, would you? Come, sit,” the sheriff beckoned his friend closer to the fireplace, settling into a chair while Gabriel sat on the plush bearskin rug. “Robin of Locksley is the son of the late Lord Locksley, a devil worshipper of the worst kind. Robin was captured following King Richard on the crusade, and justice was dealt to his father in his absence. Now Robin wants revenge, I suppose.” He rolled his eyes, speaking of Robin as one might speak of a bothersome gnat. Gabriel’s frown deepened.

“Is he dangerous?”

“Gabriel, look at my face. In other words, yes.” The sheriff stood and began to pace once more. “That is why we need to catch him sooner rather than later, my friend. Who knows what he’ll do next.”

Gabriel stood as well and the sheriff paused beside the basket of treats his friend had brought him. “But enough talk of this insolent criminal, you’re lucky you didn’t cross paths with him today.” He opened the basket and picked up a sweet roll. “Thank you for the gift.”

Gabriel watched as he took a bite of it, gaze lingering on his soft lips and fingers twitching at the edge of his sleeve absently as a blush crept over his cheeks. “Don’t mention it. You’ll keep us safe, right, sir?”

“Oh, Gabriel, you sweet, sweet thing. If you’re so worried about Locksley, why don’t you just stay with me tonight?” The sheriff found himself enjoying this interaction just a bit too much. Gabriel was quickly becoming one of the few people he genuinely liked anymore, though he wished he knew him beyond his upfront kindness and innocence. Gabriel gulped at the proposition, his blush deepening.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“No, I insist. There’s nowhere safer in the whole of Nottingham than right by my side.” He finished the sweet roll and dusted off his hands, finally taking notice of the way Gabriel was staring at him. “What’s the matter?”

“You’ve… you’ve got some glaze on your lips,” Gabriel forced out before producing a handkerchief from his pocket and swiftly closing the gap between them. “May I?” Its hand hovered over the sheriff’s lips. The sheriff’s eyes widened in surprise before he gently took Gabriel’s wrist and guided its hand in wiping off the sticky residue, not once breaking eye contact. A sudden sense of understanding washed over him.“Do you ever think you’re a little too helpful, Gabriel?~” The sheriff purred as he let go, but Gabriel had completely checked out, the only thing crossing its mind being and exclamation; Christ.

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #fictional other #f/o #circus scripts #🗡️A Heart of Black Charcoal🖤 #🐎⛪.s/i

[bullshit-bulltrue]

☆ hawk talk 8/14/23 ☆

so i found out that my school practically treats PDA as The Big Bad Sin™️

like literally in our handbook it says it is NOT tolerated under ANY means

so like

even if i had the courage to hug my friends

i fucking can't

unless the monitors aren't paying attention but like

what if one day i'm like crying in the hallway and my bestie sees me and wants to give me a hug

but like they can't 0_0

and vice-versa

FUCK

okie. anyway.

lanie is out of town visiting family :(

BUT I STILL GOT TO EAT LUNCH WITH SOMEONE

and if you've been following along, you would know the person i ate lunch with is Delgado

✨️✨️✨️

we'll go back to that in a sec, i promise (highlight of my day)

so since it was an odd day i went to history & geo first

so we get there and we have a debate on whether school should start earlier/same time or later

and i of course backed up my reasoning with evidence unlike everyone else

they're all dumbasses

and the sleezy hoebags behind me started trying to fuck with my hair

but then i hit one of them <3

so then mr. m had us go over the fire drill and where to go in case of smth happening during his period

so we went outside and lined up where we would in case of an emergency

and then the desk buddy bitch asked for the answers to a quiz and i gave her the wrong ones <3

so then that was it for history & geo

andddd it turns out that delgado passes the math room on his way to his next period so i have to make sure i don't look like utter shit BEFORE MATH TOO

i felt bad tho bc i almost hit him 😭😭

so when i was walking towards the math room my back was turned to him so i obvi didn't know it was him when he tapped me on the shoulder

and it scared the crap outta me cus the recent school day (last friday) some dick did that to me and i hit him

and i thought it was the same guy

but it wasn't, it was delgado <3

and he just wanted to make sure we were still good for lunch and this is how the convo went:

d: *taps my shoulder* hey so lunch today, right?

me: *puts fist down after i realized it was him* yeah!

d: oh and also what do you have for first period?

me: [insert history & geo teacher's name]

d: oh cool. where you going next?

me: math with Mr. H. right here *points at door*

d: *groans* i just came back from math. that's my first fucking period 🙄

me: *laughs* ahh it's my 2nd. well, technically 3&4 but ykwim (if you need me to explain the schedules lmk)

d: Okay well i gtg

me: yeah me too, see you in like an hour or some shit *smiles and waves*

d: *smiles and waves back*

sooooo

then math

these bitches at my table

are fucking horrible

i'm trying to do a placement exam

and they keep talking

like BITCH I DID NOT MAKE IT TO AN ACCELERATED CLASS JUST FOR Y'ALL TO BE THE REASON WHY I FAILED

TAKE YOUR ASSES AND CHEAT ON THE EXAM SOMEWHERE ELSE HOES

I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT

"wElL Mr H sAiD wE CaN tAlK" "We ArEnT eVeN bEiNg LoUd"

SHUT THE FUCK UP

HE SAID WE CAN TALK ABOIT MATH AND UR LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT YO UGLY ASS FACE

so that was fun.

oh and also Mr. H (the teacher) draws so we can like give him a photo and he'll draw like the outline and give it back to us to color and then hang it up in the room!! so i'm gonna ask him if he can draw Stitch or smth so i can color it and hang it in the classroom!

yk if i remember lol

oh and like towards the end of class i went to the bathroom to fix myself up a little bit™️ bc on odd days i have

✨️english class✨️

after math <3

so i put on my favorite lipstick and tamed my hair a bit more and just made sure my clothes looked alright and shit lol

i also cleaned up my boots too while i was at it <3

i love my boots so much

i want moreee

like

actually i don't want more

i NEED more

if i had the money, i would be a doc martens addict and i'd have hundreds of pairs

but alas

bitches are expensive

*sads*

okeu anywayy

i get back to class and these hoes are still talking about the girliest shit ever i literally was going to kill myself if i had to listen to anymore of it

so then we started packing up and then we left

AND THENNNN

ENGLISH CLASS TIME

so we all lined up outside the door bc the teacher wasn't in yet (Mrs. K)

and i tried to stand next to him (delgado) but this bitch got in line RIGHT before me so she was in-between us :/

but thats alr cus he sorts slowed down in line and i caught up so we walked in the room around the same time

and i was wearing a shirt with a Mexican food place and Mrs. K was like "oh my gosh that's my favorite Mexican restaurant in [insert location]!!" and i was like "yeah its pretty good. well, for white people cooking the food. the only real Mexican food you get is from Mexico, or your mamás kitchen" and delgado looked at me like he knew lol so that's when he sorta started catching on that I'm Mexican too

it's nice not to have to tell someone about my ethnicity for once and them figuring it out on their own

so yeah <3

and we had to finish these state mandated tests bc we got only like halfway done on friday

so me and delgado were writing each other notes and doodles to help keep ourselves awake and not fall asleep during that godforsaken fucking test 😭😭

so after we got done (we finished our tests around the same time lol) Mrs. K let us kinds do our own thing as long as we weren't disruptive

so i read DPS and he was playing some game on his Chromebook

and it was so funny bc he had his chromebook on mute but you can tell when he lost and stuff bc he would make a fist and be like "noooo" really quietly

idk

it was funny to me, at least

and there was someone's alarm going off and it sounded like the beep a bomb makes before it goes off

and ofc my mind immediately went to JD <3

and then me, delgado, baseball guy, and d's short bestie all looked at each other like "you hear that 👀"

and then me and delgado crossed ourselves and said "el padre, el hijo y el espíritu santo" but he said it in english lol

and like he's so sweet

so not only did he double check we were still eating lunch together in the hallway but he also asked again at the end of english class

ik it may not seem like anything to you but it means a lot to me

bc i'm always the one to make sure plans are still plans and i feel annoying for asking so many times and that i'm bothering the other person and it just feels nice to have someone else take the time to ask, yk?

so it also turns out our lockers aren't that far away from each other's so even though he's English Class Crush™️ he also qualifies as Hallway Crush™️

speaking of hallway crushes

yk Luca? his locker and also Mikey's (Michael, but we all call him Mikey) lockers are close-ish to mine

so yeah that's great/sarc

it is, in fact, not great.

BECAUSE THAT MEANS I CANNOT RISK LOOKING LIKE SHIT IN THE MORNING

i mean i make sure i always look somewhat good before i leave the house

BUT STILL

anyway

we go to lunch and his friend Alex comes along and im like ooo cool i get to meet his friend

and i sat down and saved us some seats while they went to get the food from the lunch people

so when they come and sit down i was hoping that i would sit next to delgado bc that was the whole fucking point of eating lunch with him

but Alex sits his ass right in between us

but like ig Alex is a protective friend or smth?? idk but like yeah i didn't take offense or anything bc id be the same way

we were stil able to talk tho <3

and anyway they come and sit down and the lunch for the 14th was grilled cheese

but lemme tell you

that, was in fact, not grilled cheese

it looked like two soggy pieces of bread with orange food coloring in the middle

that cheese? was NOT cheese

and i was like oh hell nah no way is Boy Bestie™️ eating whatever the fuck that government looking waste was

so i was like dude have what you want out of my lunch, there's no way you're eating that on my watch

and i was like hey Alex you can go ahead and eat my lunch too

so Alex took the dragonfruit and smth else i think

and delgado had the tortillas mi mamá packed for me

again, i wasn't hungry at all because i had thrown up earlier but i forced myself to eat something before i passed out

oh and forgot to mention

delgado fr said "AYYY MEXICAN STYLEEE" bc i had the tortillas wrapped up in tinfoil and some chorizo con papas y huevos and i was like "HELL YEAHHH"

idk if the white people understand this or not but like this was a bonding moment for us bc there aren't a whole lot of mexicans at our school

so like to see that we're apart of the same culture is really nice

oh and he was also like "my mom makes that like every morning!" and i was like "my mom made it yesterday and decided to pack me some for lunch!"

i would've given him like a fist bump or smth but i wasn't gon put my arm across Alex to get to delgado cus like

just no

so anyway sometime in the middle of lunch i was eating my food and then

poof

woosh

*shimmery sound effects*

THEY'RE GONE

I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHEN BUT THESE BITCHES JUST VANISHED

SO THEN I WAS LIKE NO NO NO I'M GONNA HAVE TO BE ALONE FOR THE NEXT 20 MINUTES WHYYY

but i didn't wanna move and go look for them bc not only are we not allowed to i also thought maybe they just needed to go the the bathroom

so i just sat there looking like a kicked puppy with sad eyes because i'm not fucking tall enough to look for them in the crowd of gross teenagers

so i just sit there and text my friend because when i lose my friends (and this has happened since elementary) i get really aggressive bc i get overstimed so yk i texted my friend to calm myself down

anyway

lunch over

i get my shit from my locker and head to gym

we go over where we will sit for attendance

and then we go over fire drill procedures and shit

and then we spend most of our time doing jackshit

and like the last 20 minutes of class coach was like okay you can play basketball with the boys orstand around idrc bc we only have a little but till the end of the day

so i channeled my inner white girl and just watched delgado play basketball

and like he's one of the only guys who actually knows how to fuckin play 😭😭

also this one kid got hit in the back of the head and fell straight forward and on his face like a looney tunes character

comedic gold right there

and at the end of phys ed me and delgado were walking the same direction bc our lockers are near each other's and it looks like we're gonna have lunch again on Wednesday since that's the next time i have 3rd lunch <3

so yeah i hope i was midly entertaining

it's 1:36am and i gotta get up at 6:30am so goodnight and sorry for not Finnishing this earlier, i got caught up in something

#☆ hawk talk

[comfortbuddie]

You’ll Do

I don’t know how I feel about this but this little bunny was running in my head ever since I saw the multiple gifsets of Buck with the baby so...have a 6x18 coda with a dash of Buckley sibling feels.

Summary: Buck is okay with what he did, despite how other people might feel. But it still left him with a lot of feelings and who best to talk to other than his sister?

Ao3 Link

The incessant beeping of the monitors in the hospital room were not the only sounds present. Gentle murmurings, and encouraging words from the doctor and nurses surrounding the couple were ever present.

“Has anyone checked on him?” the laboring woman asked, her eyes glancing towards the doorway.

“He’s fine. His nurses are with him and Maddie is watching him. Let’s focus on now,” Her husband rubbed her shoulder trying to be comforting.

“It’s time to push, Mrs. Buckley.”

With a few good pushes, the baby boy was brought into the world. When placed on his mother’s chest, his father let out a slight smile while looking at his wife. She was looking at the infant with a tilt to her brow.

“You’ll do.”

Thirty years later, Evan Buckley was at his sister’s house watching Jee-Yun for the day. Chimney had a doctor’s appointment to check on his stitches after being impaled by a gurney. Once the emergency was over and all of the firefighters had recovered, he got a good lecture from his best friend, Hen, for doing what he did. It may have eventually helped to save his life once Buck got to him, but the fact that he did it left them all shaken.

After making sure Jee-Yun got her lunch, she had declared it was “Movie time!”

“You want to watch a movie? Okay, kiddo, what’s on the list today?”

Maddie had lamented to Buck that they were on a Encanto kick so if he didn’t mind Jee convincing him to sing about Bruno to have fun with it.

At the moment, Buck was happy to have the focus of his niece. It had been a whirlwind couple of weeks, between the collapse, worrying over the crew, Kameron’s water breaking, and Natalia.

Natalia.

That was something that still surprised him. He thought for sure he had messed things up once again. His life was just too crazy and he got it. Having the Ghosts of Girlfriends Past (or ex-fling in Lucy’s case if that was the right word) show up during your attempted dates was not a good way to start something new.

But she came back. He could still remember the sound of her voice when she said his name and how her lips felt against his own.

He really did like her, even if how they met was unconventional. Sure, Eddie may have said it was not a good idea, but Buck did truly feel ready to get back out there. He had taken time to himself and thought he had done a good job of working on his own journey of self-discovery.

At least he had before he saw his- no, Kameron and Connor’s son. It startled him just how much he felt in the moment but he knew the right decision for the little boy was to be with his parents. It was up to Kameron and Connor how much they wanted him to be in his life.

For now, Buck was giving them space, claiming that he wanted the three of them to focus on each other. So forgive him for not checking recent texts where Connor asked if he wanted to know the baby’s name.

So lost in thought, Buck almost missed Jee bringing him her toy microphone, “Sing Uncle Buck!”

“Are you sure about that? Your dad said I give him nightmares when I sing.” he exaggerated his face to look silly and it made her laugh.

“Hey, are you traumatizing my daughter?” Chimney joked as he walked in with Maddie.

Jee abandoned her microphone to go and see him. He couldn’t lift her up quite yet but he could still give her a cuddle as he sat in the chair.

“You walked in right on time to avoid her regretting her toddler life choices.” Buck laughed softly. “What did the doctors say?”

Chimney had a triumphant smile as he spoke, “Doctors said everything is healing fine. I should be good to go back to work soon.”

“Good!”

Maddie looked over at Buck. “I was going to make some lunch, did you want to stay or do you have plans with Natalia?”

Buck glanced at his phone. “She’s at work right now, but I can stay.” In fact, he wanted to talk to his sister more than anything. “I’ll give you a hand.”

She smiled and they went into the kitchen where she began pulling out ingredients for sandwiches. Buck went over to the pantry to look for some sides to go with their lunch.

“So, how are you feeling? No aches and pains?”

Buck looked over at her with a smile. “I’m good, Maddie, promise. You saw Athena that day, she was not about to let any of the crew go without being checked on.”

Taking out some cold cuts, Maddie set them on the counter before walking over to him. “Hey, um, I just wanted to say something to you real quick. I realized I didn’t get a chance earlier.”

Buck lifted a brow, curious what she meant. “Okay?”

“Thank you.”

Realizing what she was likely thanking him for, Buck looked down and nodded. “Maddie, I was just doing my job.”

“Buck, your entire team was either unconscious, impaled, missing, or trapped in a crushed van. You did so much and while I know everyone has already told you they appreciated it, I just…I really needed you to hear it from me.”

It was normal for them to hear firefighters call out to each other if they found a victim in distress so others knew they were accounted for. But it was especially meaningful that when she was scared and worried that she heard her brother announce the man she loved was safe with him.

Buck didn’t quite know what to do with that and all he could do was hug her. “I’d do anything to make sure he comes home to you, you know that, right?”

“I do, but that also includes you, okay? All of you.”

Sniffling, he walked over to the counter to begin cutting some vegetables. His phone vibrated with a text and he looked at it, thinking it was either Eddie, Christopher, or Natalia. Instead, it was Connor asking if he got his last text.

Maddie had been behind him and saw the notification, but glanced up at him. “You going to answer that?”

“Uh, no, not right now.” Buck cleared his throat and began cutting up some carrot sticks for Jee-Yun.

“Buck. You haven’t talked about it since that day.”

Buck sighed softly, glancing over at his sister. She knew him probably almost better than anyone but he also knew she was just looking out for him.

“It’s fine. I delivered the baby, he’s all good now, and they’re a family. I did what I was able to do.”

“Buck-”

“I just…” Buck closed his eyes, remembering what he said when the baby was born. “You know I called dad to let him know.”

“Why did you do that? They hated the idea.”

“I know, but…I just figured he’d have something to say. He kind of reminisced about the day I was born and…”

Maddie closed her eyes and took a breath. “What happened?”

“I asked him what mom said when she saw me.”

“Why do I feel like that was a mistake?”

Buck shrugged his shoulders. “She said ‘You’ll do.’”

Maddie opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Once upon a time she might have tried to defend her parents, because of how intricately her grief was tied to the memories she had of them before Daniel. But now, she couldn’t bring herself to say something.

“You know, I get it. At the time she was overwhelmed and in the middle of everything with Daniel. She was looking for a miracle.” He remembered those words she spoke to him that night at dinner, before he was struck down by lightning. “It’s just that when I held Kameron’s baby, I was looking at him, and she asked if he was okay.”

“What did you say?”

“I said ‘He’s perfect.’” Buck looked down and noticed his hands shaking so he put the knife he was using down. Maddie reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “I guess I don’t understand how you can look at someone so innocent and…the first thing you think is ‘You’ll do.’”

Maddie lifted her hand to cup his face and looked him right in the eye. “Buck…you were perfect. Sure, you’ve had your ups and downs lately.” Buck laughed, realizing what she was doing. “But the second I saw you and how unbelievably cute you were, I definitely thought you were perfect. I know it’s not the same, but-”

“No, I…I know, Maddie. I meant what I said last year. You raised me. Knowing I had you, it meant more to me than anything in the world. I really appreciated it.”

“You did a great thing for them, Buck. Sure, I may have had some concerns at the beginning, but I also know that you’ve come a long way since making that decision. And I am sure that that little baby is going to know love because you gave that to him. Remember that, okay?”

Buck nodded his head and looked down to see Natalia texted him. Lunch date?

He smiled and picked up his phone to text her, At my sister’s, but maybe dinner at my place? I promise no one will be in labor.

Deal.

“You really like her, don’t you?”

Buck nodded his head, “I do. And I don’t know where things will go, but I do know I want to try. I want to do things right this time.”

Maddie smiled, “You will. I’m proud of you, Buck.”

“I’m proud of you, too.”

“Hey, we’re starving out here!” Chimney called, breaking the moment.

They turned twin gazes over to each other before busting out laughing.

“You sure you want to marry him?” Buck teased.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” The smile on her face was so bright that Buck could feel his heart bursting at how happy he was for her.

Taking a breath he didn’t know he was holding, Buck could honestly feel like some weight had been lifted. He didn’t realize he had been holding it for so long since that day. He was just looking forward to what the future had to offer.

#evan buckley #maddie buckley #buckley siblings #my fic #just tagging character names bc the romantic relationships are more background than anything #I still don't know how to properly tag on ao3 yet so if anyone wants to gimme tips go fir it!