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queenshelby · 3 years

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INTO SILENCE – PART SIX

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Featuring: Emmett x Reader x Others

Words: 3,335

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut, Supernatural Themes, Angst, Illness

SPOILER WARNING – If you haven’t seen A Quiet Place Part 2, this part might have some spoilers!

***It’s a boy/girl****

After your encounter with Emmett’s brother, you were being processed by one of the female soldiers at the camp.

She asked you many questions, wanting to know whether you ever killed someone and why and whether you had been charged with any criminal offenses before the invasion.

She then went on to ask you some more personal questions, about your brothers and about the child you were carrying.

You explained to her that the baby was Emmett’s child and, just as you did, you broke out in tears. You knew that he might not survive his injuries and you were frightened, wanting to spend all the time you could with him, by his side.

You explained to the woman that Emmett had promised your father to get you and the baby to the camp safely so that his grandchild can have a better life. That’s why you made the journey.

After all that you had been through, you didn’t want to lose Emmett but you knew that his chances weren’t good. His brother had told you.

‘Listen, I think we are done here. You seem like an honest person Y/N. I would like to run some medical checks and then I will take you to the infirmary, alright?’ the woman suggested and you agreed with a quick a nod.

You followed the woman to the medical facilities where you saw Jackson sitting in the waiting room. There was no sight of Jonathan, Marie or Sean.

The woman then escorted you upstairs into a small dark room where she spoke to one of the nurses who had just arrived.

‘I cannot believe that you have medical staff here’ you said surprised and the nurse advised you that there are only one doctor and three nurses, one of whom was a vet nurse before the invasion.

‘I do have some training as a midwife, from before, so I was asked to have a look at you and your baby’ the woman then said with a warm smile before asking you to take a seat.

She proceeded to ask you about your medications and when you told her about them, she took in a sharp breath.

‘We don’t have any of these on site and your pregnancy…’ the woman went on to say and you interrupted her.

‘I know. I have enough medication until I am about 34 weeks. This was all I could find in the different pharmacies that I have visited’ you explained.

‘This is a high-risk pregnancy; you do understand this right?’ the woman then said and you nodded again.

‘Right. Does the father of the child know about your condition?’ she then went on to ask and you immediately broke out in tears again, shaking your head. You never told Emmett about your health and how the pregnancy might affect you.

The woman inhaled sharply again before taking your blood pressure and conducting a general medical examination before disappearing into another room.

‘Now let’s look at the baby, shall we?’ the woman said as she returned, pushing an ultrasound machine into the room.

You were surprised by the equipment and the woman quickly explained that this was all they had, a simple machine.

You lifted up your shirt, exposing your small baby bump before you felt the cool jelly being squirted onto your stomach.

Together with the nurse, you looked at the screen of the ultrasound machine and there it was, your baby, wiggling around happily in your tummy.

The baby’s heartbeat was strong. You were about 17 weeks and, in so far as the nurse could tell, everything looked fantastic.

‘It is a little bit early and don’t quote me on this as I could be wrong, but do you want to know what you are having?’ the woman asked and you nodded eagerly, tears running down your face.

‘A boy…you are having a little boy’ the woman said pointing to the obvious little indication of the baby’s gender on the screen.

You thanked the nurse for her time and she was kind enough to print out a photo from the machine for you which you could take to the infirmary which was where you went next.

The nurse accompanied you downstairs and to the room where Emmett was in. He was in a coma and his breathing was supported by a simple oxygen machine.

You began to cry again as soon as you saw him, covered in large white bandages across his chest and right arm.

His left arm was hooked up to a blood transfusion and his brother sat next to him, starring across the room with empty eyes.

‘He’s having a transfusion?’ you asked surprised as Sean had earlier told you that they couldn’t determine Emmett’s blood group with the equipment they had available and that they had no o-negative blood left.

‘Your brothers have given blood. They are both o-negative, just like you’ Sean explained and you let out a sigh of relief.

‘So, he will be fine?’ you asked but Sean just shuck his shoulders. He couldn’t answer your question but, with the blood transfusion, his chances were much better than before.

‘We have put him on a blood transfusion and morphine. I am slowly lowering the dosage allowing him to regain consciousness, I guess. But he’s been out for a while, so I don’t know’ Sean explained.

‘Do you want me to take over?’ you asked and Sean nodded, explaining to you what you needed to do.

‘I know, I was half way through my medical degree before the invasion. I’ve got this’ you explained.

‘You will be a good resource for the camp then’ Sean said as he got up and let you take a seat next to Emmett.

You immediately leaned over Emmett, kissing his forehead and holding onto his hand as you sat down.

Your actions caught Sean by surprise. He still didn’t know what the relationship was between you and Emmett.

‘The baby…is it my brother’s?’ Sean asked carefully, not wanting to insult or upset you as you were clearly much younger than Emmett.

‘It’s boy and, yes, he is Emmett’s son’ you said with a warm smile.

‘I did not expect that’ Sean said surprised, causing you to chuckle as you wiped your tears away.

‘I love him so much and I need him to fight. We both do’ you said with a deep sigh before starting to cry again.

‘Well, he’s a fighter and now that I know that he’s got plenty to live for I have a good feeling’ Sean said as he handed you a tissue, causing you to nod and smile briefly. Sean thought that Emmett was on his own, having lost Nora and his son. But now, having a child with you, this changed everything.

Sean left shortly thereafter, allowing you some privacy with Emmett.

You adjusted his medication down as per the schedule and then began talking to him, telling him about his son inside of you and how strong he is. His heart was beating fast and he was growing well.

You loudly fantasised about what he might look like and how he will be smart and strong with Emmett’s blue eyes and full lips.

‘He needs you, Emmett. He needs his father. I need you too’ you whispered as you rested your head on the uninjured side of his chest.

Just as your head was resting against him, listening to his heartbeat, you could feel his arm besides you twitch gently.

You scooted up, sitting down and observing the movement of his arm and hand. One twitch was quickly followed by another.

‘Emmett?’ you asked as you could see his fingers move and listen to the sound of his breath change.

But he didn’t answer you and you held onto his hand tightly, his fingers moving slightly against your palms until, more suddenly, you could feel his hand grip onto one of yours.

‘Emmett’ you sobbed, hearing him take in a deep breath through the oxygen mask as if he was trying to get it off and away from his face.

Then his entire arm moved, his breathing became heavier and you could see that he was trying to reach for the mask but couldn’t quite get there himself.

You removed the mask quickly after ensuring that the oxygen monitor was still connected to his index finger and, as soon as you did, he let out a cough and inhaled sharply.

His eyes began to blink just as his breathing calmed back down and you caressed his face with both of your hands.

‘Emmett, please’ you whispered, your tears running down your face and onto his.

‘You are crying’ Emmett mumbled, barely auditable, as he felt a few of your tears run down his face and onto his lips.

‘Oh my god Emmett’ you cried, his words sending a smile across your face at the same time.

‘Don’t cry. It’s bad for the baby. He needs a happy mommy’ he mumbled, again barely audible as his arm reached for your back gently.

‘You know it’s a boy?’ you asked somewhat surprised, your smile widening.

‘Hmm yeah’ Emmett responded quietly as his eyes began to open very slowly, flickering open and shut.

‘You told me’ he mumbled, drowsy from the morphine and you couldn’t help but press your salty lips against his in a haste while your hands were still caressing his face gently.

‘I love you so fucking much, you know that?’ you asked, looking into his deep blue eyes as soon as your lips drifted apart.

‘I love you too’ Emmett whispered; his voice still strained.

He tried to move, but the pain was too intense and the machinery he was hooked up to prevented him.

‘I need to get your brother’ you said just before kissing him again, forgetting about being careful and causing Emmett to shriek in pain.

‘My brother?’ he asked quietly, still struggling to speak as his whole body was aching.

‘Yes, he is here. Your brother is here’ you smiled before giving him a kiss on his forehead and asking one of the others outside the room to get him for you.

As you were waiting for Sean, you told Emmett about the ultrasound and showed him the picture, causing him to smile for the first time and running his hand over your stomach.

***Recovery***

Emmett had spent about a week in the infirmary and today was the day where he could finally come home with you.

You had been assigned a small house within the community yesterday evening after spending the last few days in the community’s dorm facilities. It had three bedrooms and you were sharing it with your brothers, Marie and Emmett.

‘Well, we will get you cleaned up, I will dress your wounds again and then you are ready to go home’ the nurse said just as Emmett came back from the shower inside the medical facilities wearing the new pair of jeans his brother had given him.

This was the first time you saw the extent of Emmett’s injuries after the sutures had been placed and his right arm and chest were heavily scared, featuring a total of eight large claw marks from the creatures.

‘Home?’ Emmett chuckled. He knew nothing about the houses and facilities inside the community.

‘Well, brother, I had a room all set up for you in our little house but Y/N here insists that you stay with her’ Sean joked as the doctor evaluated Emmett once more before discharging him from the infirmary.

‘House? You’ve got a fucking house?’ Emmett said with surprise.

‘So do you. It’s not much and you have to share it with Y/N, her brothers and Marie, but it is a house’ Sean explained, causing Emmett to raise his eyebrows in disbelieve.

‘We even have a bed, hot water and a really cool kitchen with an oven’ you said with excitement.

‘A bed and an oven?’ Emmett said, still somewhat surprised and you nodded.

‘And, I have gotten you a little welcome present’ Sean said just after Emmett’s wounds had been dressed and he put on a t-shirt.

‘A razor?’ Emmett chuckled, causing Sean to smirk and point at Emmett’s beard.

‘Yeah, we won’t be needing that, thanks’ you said, taking the razor out of Emmett’s hand and handing it back to Sean.

‘It is getting a bit grey though’ Emmett said, looking into the mirror besides the medicine cabinet.

‘The beard is staying Emmett. I like it’ you winked.

‘You’ve heard her. She’s the boss’ Emmett said to Sean before you made your way back to where you were going to live.

***Welcome Present***

‘Welcome home’ you smiled as Emmett took a quick look around the house.

‘Where are your brothers and Marie?’ Emmett asked, noticing the silence in the small house.

‘At work’ you smiled.

‘Work?’ he asked curiously, unsure what you meant by that.

‘Jackson is working with the animals the community keeps, Jonathan is fixing the plumbing and Marie is working at the local veggie patch’ you explained.

‘So, we are on our own?’ Emmett smirked and you nodded eagerly.

‘Good’ he said before crashing his lips on to yours without warning.

The kiss was uncontrolled, wildly passionate and wickedly wanton, making your toes curl. His lips were hot, his taste like sweet sin as your tongue curled around his, responding just as wildly. You heard his groan, felt him hard against your stomach almost instantly, pressing into your softness.

‘You should rest’ you murmured, as his mouth pulled from yours, blazing a trail of lust down your slender throat.

‘I’ve been resting in the infirmary for a fucking week now’ Emmett chuckled before his hands ran over your breasts and his lips began to trail down your neck.

‘Oh Emmett, I fucking missed this’ you whispered.

‘We’ve got a bed now, so we might as well use it’ Emmett said just as he nibbled on your neck gently.

‘Hmm sounds perfect’ you moaned, his fingers pulling at the tie of your cotton dress as you guided him to the bedroom.

He walked you backwards until your thighs touched the bed and your cotton dress pooled at your feet, leaving you only in white cotton panties. Emmett stepped back, his eyes roaming over your slender curves, lingering on the round fullness of your breasts and your small baby bump.

In a haste, Emmett got undressed, ignoring the tenderness of his wounds before walking towards you, pressing his body against yours.

He groaned at the way you felt, your soft breasts pressing into his chest, his cock rubbing against the yielding flesh just beneath your stomach.

‘Touch me Emmett, please’ you begged, desperate for his touch. It has been so long.

‘Lie down’ he instructed, a smile running over his face and you complied with his request almost instantly.

His hands immediately found your legs, starting at your ankles, rubbing upward with gentle strokes. His fingers then found the sensitive flesh behind your knees, caressing you with tender touches. He bent his head, his lips finding the soft skin of your inner knee, moving upward until your legs were parted, his hands holding your thighs.

Then, finally, he hooked both of his index fingers into the hem of your cotton panties and pulled them down swiftly.

Before you knew it, one of his fingers stroked through your wetness, playing around your slick, yearning opening, teasing you with tiny flicks of his finger against the hard nub of your clit. Your body twisted under his hands, your fingers twining into the soft coverlet beneath your naked flesh. Emmett heard your whimpers and tiny cries, let them wash over him as the pleasure he created washed over you.

He bent his head, his lips traveling towards your treasure until, finally, his tongue lapped at your sweet folds, pulling and suckling on your inner lips before finding your clit. He sucked gently upon the hard bud of nerves, listening as you keened your pleasure, the wet spendings that told of your ecstasy flooding his mouth.

‘I am glad I didn’t let you shave this beard off’ you moaned as you could feel the tingling from his soft hair in between your legs.

Emmett smiled against your mound as he continued to lick you, making love to you with his tongue.

Your hands were in his hair, your eyes closed, your face twisted in a grimace as he brought you to climax.

‘Oh god Emmett, yes’ you moaned loudly as your legs began to quiver almost instantly and you approached your high. There was no reason to stay quiet and you came louder than you ever did before.

‘Fuck’ Emmett growled, turned on by your moans as he kissed his way back up your body gently and it didn’t take him long to line himself up with your entrance, desperate to feel you.

He could feel the heat of your wetness against his cock and you cried out as he finally pushed in to you, stretching you so wonderfully, filling you slowly until you thought you’d go mad with the sensations.

Your hands caressed his chest gently, stroked his back and then slid down to his slowly moving buttocks and slipped over them.

Your mind was spinning with the pleasure he was thrusting into you, growling much louder than usual.

You could smell the scent of his skin mixed with the heady scent of arousal and sex that permeated the room.

Your body moved under him, your hands grasping and holding him, feeling your need spiral until you were jerking up against him, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even tighter. His lips found your, his tongue a wild flame inside your mouth and then he pulled away again, his eyes glittering as he stared down at you.

Emmett thrusted inside you, his cock plundering your depths even as you pushed against him. He heard the keening cry, felt your velvety wet sheath contract around him, the muscles milking his cock. Your hands were claws, your nails digging half moon welts into his back.

‘Oh my god Emmett, keep going, fuck yes’ you moaned as you could feel another climax approach you hard and fast and, just as you came, pleasure engulfed him too. Relief flooded him as he felt his cock swell and then rope after rope of hot cum shot deep inside of you. He held himself rigid above you, his body shaking with tension as he emptied himself.

And then he collapsed, barely holding his weight off you. His arms shook, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath and calm the racing of his heart.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked, worried that Emmett may have pulled a stitch or two.

‘Yes, I am now’ he chuckled as he lifted his head, feeling your hands stroking slowly down his back, gently, tenderly holding him.

‘Uhm, next time close the door’ you suddenly heard Jonathan say as he walked past. He still felt somewhat freaked out by the fact that you were involved with Emmett.

‘Sorry, it’s just…the heat of the moment you know’ you yelled out before scooting beneath the doona with Emmett.

‘That is so fucking disgusting. I don’t want to hear about it’ Jonathan said with a laugh before welcoming Emmett home.

But the security and comfort you were both feeling wasn’t meant to last very long and you knew that you had to talk with Emmett about your medical condition and the pregnancy, preparing him for the inevitable.

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galesautismdiagnosis · 3 years

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caught in the rain

ok, ok. i haven’t really looked at this in like a week but im deciding that it’s done.

here is the shiina/nick meet cute, in it’s full glory

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Snow coats Diamond City and her hands are tacky with Jules’ blood.

Shoving them into the pockets of the giant, ratty car coat she’d nicked off a trader in Bunker Hill, she tries to drift with the tide of residents. Unremarkable and easily ignored.

Tries being the operative word. She isn’t stupid, despite her Institute rags, and the blood and dirt that stains them, lying concealed under her coat; there’s no hiding her nature.

The white of her hair, slicked back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. The gentle teal glow of her eyes, made stark in the gloomy, overcast weather. How her metallic skin shines under the city’s lights. The lines where the separate facial plates meet under her eyes and chin.

They all notice. In her periphery, multiple people tap their friends’ shoulder before pointing her out. Mothers snatch their children up before they get too close.

Many more simply watch her. Their judgement-laden glares all asking the same, unanimous question:

“What is that thing doing here?”

The weight of a thousand eyes pushes her to hustle. Head down, she rushes through Diamond City’s dirty, ramshackle back alleys. She doesn’t stop until she’s under the soft, pink glow of a neon sign.

Balling her fist in her sleeve, she knocks once. Twice. Three times.

When an old, beat up looking Gen 2 opens the door, his shock is quite obvious. She can see it in how he startles, the wideness of his eyes, his mouth hanging open.

It doesn’t matter. She curves her lips into a small smile, “Are-Are you the detective?”

She hopes she doesn’t look scared. Or, nervous. Or, guilty.

Even as the Gen 2 attempts to sober himself, his movements are laced with uncertainty, “Yes, I am.”

A beat.

An internal alert reminds her that prolonged exposure to the cold and snow may cause her joints to freeze.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh.” He says, rattling with nervous laughter. “Of course. Come on in.”

She stands awkwardly behind the closed doorway, wondering what it is that she should do. In all of her ‘exhibitions’ to the outside world, she’d never actually been let inside anyone’s home before.

Quickly scanning the small hovel, she can’t help but to be somewhat disappointed. The office is dingy, just like the rest of the wasteland. She had hoped that her fellow synth would’ve managed to keep his space cleaner.

That perhaps, she would walk inside and find herself a little piece of home in the wastes.

The gen 2 plucks a cigarette out of a small box and lights it. Taking a long drag, he sits at a desk close to the doorway.

“You can take off your coat. Rack’s to your left.”

Hesitating, she almost doesn’t do it. A quick glance shows that he’s watching her. She shucks the coat off, uncovering her dirty, stained Institute skivvies.

The gen 2’s eyes scan her uniform, flicking between both her bloodstained hands. He takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Park yourself right here, sister.”

She sits, and he offers the opened small box to her. It’s about half full with unsmoked cigarettes. She takes one, and he lights it for her. She sucks the foul tasting smoke into her mouth before blowing it out.

Another alert, warning that the chemical composition of the smoke may clog her pulmonary vents.

“I suppose some introductions are in order. The name’s Nick Valentine. I’m a private detective, but I think you knew that. ...And you are?”

“Hadaly.” She’s never liked it. It’s never felt like her name. Now, it just leaves her with a bad taste, foul and sulfuric. Like ashes in her mouth.

“Hadaly.” Nick repeats. “Well, Hadaly, what’s got you doin’ figure-eights in my office?”

Again, his eyes flick towards her hands, balled into fists and leaving rust colored stains on her lap.

“She’s dead.”

He leans forward on his desk, looking her in the eyes. “Who’s dead?”

“Jules.” She chokes out. She wants to close her eyes, to not look at him. The fear of what she’ll see if she does kills that desire dead.

Nick doesn’t speak, just patiently waits for her to continue. She does.

“I didn’t kill her.” It feels like a lie, it sounds like a lie.

“I was supposed to watch her. There was--” She pulls from the cigarette, sits with the smoke in her artificial lungs for a moment. Forgetting to blow out, smoke billows around her when she decides to speak again, “--an accident. The building collapsed.

“There was nothing I could do! I couldn’t get her out--” The dam breaks, then. The lubricant that passes as tears flows like twin rivers. “I couldn’t get her out! I tried and I tried but all I could do was sit there until she died! Oh God, I let her die--”

Sobs wrack her body. Her hands move to cover her face, dropping the cigarette. Another alert chimes as it burns through her pants to her thigh. It goes ignored.

Nick reaches over, grabbing the cigarette before putting it out on a nearby ashtray. Handing her a tissue, he waits until her sobs subside into small hiccups and sniffles.

“What do you want to do?”

She stares at him, confused. “W-what...?”

He leans back in his chair, “There doesn’t seem like much I can do here for you. I’m a detective, not a doctor. I guess what I’m askin’ you is: Why are you here?”

“I can’t go back.”

“To the Institute.”

She nods again, dumbly. “I heard there was a synth here. I thought that--I didn’t think. I just came here.”

Nick’s mouth is set in a grim line, “Do you have a place to stay? Know anywhere to go?”

She shakes her head. He sighs.

“Well, look here. Business has been picking up. Lotta people go missing or get killed out there. You understand. I’ve been needing some help around here. ...Do you get what I’m saying?”

All she can offer is a blank stare. He sighs, again. “You can stay here, as long as you help out. That sound alright to you?”

“You...believe me?”

“From what you say; it doesn’t seem like you’re the one who did her in. Or, anyone. It was an accident, right?”

She nods. It still feels like a lie.

“I’m offering you a place to stay and a job. To get you on your feet. It’s hard living out here as a synth--” He stops suddenly, mouth open. “How did you get them to let you in, anyway?”

He motions at her with his right hand. The skin’s been stripped off several fingers, the metal endoskeleton glinting in the light. “I mean, you pass for human just about as well as I do.”

Looking down, she wrings her hands, “I told them I knew you.”

Chuckling, he takes another pull of his cigarette, “Smart move. So, what do you say? Partners?”

She looks back up at Nick, still laughing to himself. Studying him for a moment, weighing her options.

Option.

There are no forking roads here. Only a dark, dank tunnel.

And, at the end, a rosy glimmer, like an old neon sign.

When Nick looks back at her, nearly finished cigarette dangling between his skeletal fingers; she is resolute.

“Partners.”

#mine #text #c: shiina #fo4 /#fonv /#my dad the dick #milk writes sometimes /#i'll post this on AO3 when i get home from work #please like if you read

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mewhenhorrormovies · 4 years

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Prompts

Fluff~

“Can you please cuddle with me?”

“Is that my hoodie?”

“Let’s go dance in the rain!”

“You make me the happiest person alive.”

“You make me better than I was before.”

“Thank god I’m yours.”

“You put a new heartbeat inside of me.”

“Trust me. As long as I’m here, nobody will hurt you.”

“You’re my one and only.”

“Your my first, my second, and my last choice.”

“You mean the world to me.”

“Are you wearing my flannel?”

“How’d you sleep, love?”

“Pumpkin, your crushing me.”

“Pillow fight!”

“This is WAR! That’s right, I’m going to act like a child!”

“Give me a piggyback ride!”

“How about I just tickle the answer out of ya?!”

“Five more minutes.”

“Come get in bed! I need attention!”

“You always have to have the attention don’t you?” “Duh!”

“I need your love and affection! All of it!”

“Your mine. All mine.”

“Yours. All yours.”

“I won’t ever leave your side.”

“As long as you’re by my side, I can do anything.”

“You are my hopes and dreams.”

“I love you, more than you could know.”

“You’ll never be alone.”

“I’m yours. From now till the end of time.”

“I’m cold! I need hug.”

“Pwease? Just one hug?”

“The sunset is prettier than ever.”

“If we make it out, I promise we will live a normal life, get married and have children.”

“Now kids! Your mother is tired, why don’t you go play with Uncle ____?”

“I love you. And our precious little daughter too.”

“I love you more than my own life.”

“Id give up all my cookies, just to get one kiss!”

“I know it sounds weird but...would you possibly like to meet again?”

“I think I fell in love.”

“You’re so in love.”

“Sorry my dude. You fell hard.”

“Aww! I totally ship you two!”

“I bet they’ll kiss by tonight!” “Your on”

“HA! In your face _____! Where’s my money?!”

“You bet on us?! I can’t bel-never mind I can totally believe it.”

“Awww! My little cuddle bear is blushing!”

“How cute! I made My Prince turn red!”

“Just kiss already!”

“FINALLY! Took you long enough!”

Angst~

“Why would you just leave me?!”

“I can’t believe it...after all this time?!”

“Did you ever love me? Dammit, DON’T LIE TO ME!”

“You promised! You PROMISED you would always be there!”

“What happened to always and forever?! What happened to your one and only?”

“Are-...are those cuts?”

“KILL ME! If you’ve ever been my friend KILL ME!”

“Get out! Get out get out get out!”

“I hate you! Leave!”

“I-I didnt...no! It wasn’t supposed to be you! Anybody but you!”

“We’re just kids! Why?! Why so much death, so much pain, so much fighting?”

“We were only kids, thrown into an adult war. And now we’ll never recover.”

“IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! I was supposed to die, not them!”

“Come on, come on. Breathe, come on BREATHE!”

“You liar, be honest or so help me I will drag you to hell!”

“I’m sorry! I only ever loved you, I tried...”

“Please! Open the door, I’m sorry! Please...”

“Don’t leave! I-I didn’t mean it!”

“It’s too late! You already said it, you can’t take it back!”

“Can you hear me? I really miss you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you...but everybody says your happier...”

“What about me?! What if I’m not happy?!”

“Who cares about everybody?! What about me?”

“Nobody needs me...” “I do...”

“Nobody loves me! Nobody cares! I’m better off gone!” “NO!.....I-I loved you...”

“They’re gone! They’re gone and it’s your fault!”

“I did this! I-I killed them!”

“Y-y-you guys need to l-leave! I’m d-dangerous!”

“Nothing compares to watching a friend die right before your eyes.”

“I don’t belong! I shouldn’t be here!”

“No...why?! Why did it have to be them?! Why didn’t you save them!? HUH?! WHY?”

“Kill me.”

“I hate you. More than anything.”

“You’re dangerous...you can’t come with us.”

“We made it...but at what cost?”

“Do you see these?! These are cuts!”

“I said get away!”

“Go away! I don’t want to talk!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Don’t even think about me!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“You killed them...so now I’ll kill you.”

“It’s over. They’re gone, they’re not coming back.”

“I miss you. And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry...your gone and it’s my fault.”

“You said forever! Who knew forever was so short.”

“Don’t you yell at me!”

“Don’t you dare blame this on me, you twat!”

“Get back here and listen when I’m talking to you!”

“Don’t walk away from me, you git!”

“Touch me again, see what happens.”

“Don’t call me again.”

“Go. Away.”

“DON’T! LIE! TO! ME!”

“The future rests in your hands now...”

“Take care of everyone...I won’t be there anymore.”

“She was our hope! She was the only thing that kept us going and she’s gone!”

“She sacrificed herself for me...”

“So many have sacrificed themselves for us to get here...friends...family.”

“Boys....I love y’all...don’t forget me...ple-........”

“Is it over...?” “This is only the beginning.”

Random Silly Prompts~

“I’m a simple woman. I crave one thing...C H A O S.”

“Bite my rat sass.”

“Uh oh, here we go again.”

“Come on, let me sing you old crooked nose, slimy grandma.”

“Hey guys, Whats u-” “Go stuff an egg up your nose.”

“What are those?!?!”

“Wait, you remember vines?”

“Was that a vine reference?!”

“Welcome home, boys.”

“Welcome home, girls.”

“Welcome home.”

“We did it. We made it.”

“I don’t give a rats sass about yo day.”

“Ew, you’re reading?” “Gross, your breathing?”

“Nasty, your writing?” “Disgusting, your living?”

“Hey, don’t play dumb with me!” “But he’s not playing. He’s actually dumb.”

“Nobody has managed to kill me yet. Few have tried and succeeded but not for very long. I always come back.”

"I'm not even sure she's entirely human."

"I don't care about your Bee Movie opinions, go to sleep."

“Don’t be such a jerk.”

“I have made the inference that you are actually a bully.”

“I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me!”

“They would disagree but in reality they have no idea what they’re actually doing.”

“Thank the devil, I thought you were serious for a second there.”

“I made a bet. I lost. It’s simple as that.”

“Shut up, buckle up, and hold on tight.”

“Well this turned into a giant cuddle pile.”

“Trouble is my middle name. I thought you’d know that by now.”

“stop staring before your eyes fall out of your head.”

"I swear to the devil you have the attention span of a Boston terrier puppy with ADHD and ADD on crack. You don't listen even if it would save your life!”

“If everyone would just stop shucking panicking for five seconds and act like they still have a lick of sense left, we might actually be able to get something done here.”

“And, I'd love to be sorry for everything but we all know that I've done much, much worse.”

“Every time you sleep, you are practicing your death.”

“I guess its time to throw logic out of the window.”

“We must remain calm.” “I can’t remain calm. I’ve never been calm.” “Okay, well then remain not screaming.” “Remain not externally screaming. Okay. Got it.”

I found a few on Tumblr but I forgot from who! I’m so truly sorry, if you know who then please tell me so I can give them credit.

Also, please send me request! You can say ‘section 1 20 and 47’ or ‘fluff 2 and 10’ or ‘7 and 27 from Angst’ whichever just please send requests

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ain-t-bovvered · 4 years

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15x08 Commentary

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Giulia: Ugh so young Kat: Adam was our brother Nat : Sobs Zee: Babies Kat: The babes Zee: Assbutt Giulia: Assbutt Kat: Hey assbutt lol Giulia: And then he was forgotten forever Kat: Hey my demon Giulia: Fuck off chuck Zee: Future corpses? Giulia: Let’s play are they dead or tired Nat : She definitely is Nat : ah Zee: Strike out future Kat: Omg did he kill all these people? Giulia: Wow Kat: Ffs Chuck Giulia: Wow Giulia: Is that tequila sunrise Nat : Easy on the rum Giulia: Yuck Nat : pf Zee: You don’t want me cranky Nat : WEAK Kat: He is the WORST Zee: What a dick Kat: EILEEN Zee: GO GIIIIIRRRLLL Nat : Still got it, girl Giulia: I fucking swear if they kill her off again Zee: RIGHT IN THE NUTS Nat : Ah Kat: Hell ya Nat : "HEY" Zee: CONFUSED MOOSE Kat: Push him away

Kat: THEY ARE SO CUTE Giulia: Yeah u are Giulia: Snort Nat : You are Nat : Snorts

Nat : Sam with his salads man Zee: And Eileen with junk food

Giulia: Well Dean looks happy

Kat: BOOM Nat : Boom Zee: Boom Giulia: Boom Nat : Is there an echo in this chat?

Kat: I love when we speak at the same time

Giulia: Dickdemons Nat : DICKtated Zee: What’s with his enunciation ?? And with his face Giulia: Lot’s of dicks in his mouth Giulia: Wait

S: So, he has an Achilles heel. D: Well, I'm saying he has a weak spot.

Kat: I hate it when they dumb down Dean Giulia: Yeah, not that funny sometimes Zee: That close up!!!! Giulia: MY BABY Zee: And enter cas

Giulia: snort Zee: In all his fed up glory Giulia: DONNY Kat: Aw Donnie

WAIT , I CAN MAKE THIS BETTER

YOU WELCOME

Kat: JEAN SHIRT Zee: JUST TWO LAYERS?? Nat : Ah I feel like Donatello is me Zee: NAKED Giulia: True Giulia: Me Nat : lol

Donny: Oh And, guys, when I go crazy again,

Kat: Just shoot me Kat: Mood Zee: ALLLL THE CHICKEN Giulia: AH

Zee: Stop it Nat : Yeah, definitely me Nat : Only with his favorite

D: Oh, yeah, a real daddy's boy.

Giulia: daddy’s boi Nat : Ah that's the part where they bring in Michael Kat: Ya Giulia: AH Zee: Hi Donnie

Nat : Ah, yeah he cray Zee: Oh fuck Giulia: Cass is me when i explain spn to my friends

Giulia: CHUCK

Kat: CHUCK

Giulia: asshole Nat : Fuck u

G: But this -- Let this one go.

Kat: Hate him so much Giulia: HE BLUFFING Nat : I gO aLL pOwERfUL Kat: Powerful, my ass Zee: God is an asshole

Donny: Really? I have to leave? Oh, that's too bad. I'll, uh -- I'll just get my stuff.

Zee: Run Giulia: LOL Nat : snorts "too bad" Kat: Grabbed the chicken lol Giulia: awe cas is worried Nat : Cas has got no fucking patience left Zee: I get that Kat: None Giulia: UGH Kat: Oof Kat: That tone Giulia: that stare

Giulia: AAAAAAAH Zee: Fandom going crazy Nat : Yeah

Kat: Aw

Nat : I see the fics Giulia: i’m going crazy Nat : that I won't read Kat: Rowena 😭 Giulia: They should stop zooming inf his hands because it does stuff Giulia: AWE Zee: On all their hands

Giulia: They in hell

Zee: Welcome Giulia: Again Nat : Cas knows his way around Nat : Ladies lol

Zee: Yeah Giulia: Of course Zee: That didn’t go well

Giulia: Wow

Nat : Aw come on

Zee: Are any of us winning? Kat: Nope Giulia: Well they seem more compatible Giulia: Sdbdksbdildbs Giulia: What Kat: ROWENA Kat: OMG Zee: Oh well

Giulia: AAAAAH Nat : ROWENA Giulia: WHAT Nat : WHAT Nat : IS Nat : GOING Nat : ON Giulia: FUCK RIGHT OFF Kat: LOOK AT MY GIRL Nat : Of course she'd rule. WHAT ELSE DID WE EXPECT Zee: No one hands you anything darling Giulia: YAS GURL BAD ASS WITCH BITCH Nat : I AM SO HAPPY Giulia: YES, MAKE UP ON POINT Zee: Of course Kat: HAIR ON POINT Kat: DRESS ON POINT Nat : SHE'S QUEEN OF HELL, SHE'S ALLOWED Giulia: she deserve it

R: Did you not hear the man? [ Screaming ] Find him!

Zee: YAS

Nat : AH Giulia: AHAHAHAH Nat : SNORTS Giulia: LOVE HER

Kat: THAT WINK Giulia: LOVE Nat : AW So if the boys would go to hell, they'd have good company as Rowena Giulia: Shut up nat Nat : I know Zee: YOU SERIOUS? Nat : Eileen, NO Kat: NO EILEEN Giulia: BAD EILEEN Nat : Yeah, you stay girl Kat: She’s gonna get herself killed

Giulia: LOOK AT HER Zee: That’s a fucking queen Nat : Samuel please

R: Samuel, be a dear.

S: yeah

Giulia: WHAT SHE DESERVE Nat : Sex lol Zee: Amazon doesn’t deliver here, YET Giulia: SHE QUEEN Nat : I'M QUEEN Nat : Yes you are

Giulia: SO AWKWARD Nat : I'm also Queen Giulia: STOP THAT U TWO, I CNNOT

Nat : What am I picking up of you two

Kat: Auntie Rowena

Nat : FIIIINE

Giulia: IM CRYING Nat : IT'S FIIIIIINNEEEEE Giulia: FIX IT Nat : FIX IT Nat : Aw Zee: SLAP THEM QUEEN

Giulia: FIIIIIIX IT

Nat : She' the mom Giulia: THANK YOU MOM ROWEENA

R: Making Napoleon so short was just bitchy. Telling Mick Jagger he had no future when I dumped him.

Kat: I love her infinitely Nat : Ah Giulia: ROWENA IS MY MOM

Nat : There he is

Zee: HE BE HUNGRY Giulia: i don t even remember this mich universe Kat: Wow Giulia: I don’t know much Giulia: Sure u don t Zee: Now I’m hungry Nat : Ok but I'm hungry Kat: He hungry Kat: Me too Giulia: WHAT HE DOING ON THAT PIZZA WTF *Eye twitching in italian* Nat : Maybe pepper Zee: Family sucks Kat: He’s been in hell, give him a break Nat : I hope it's peppers Nat : My god. Donatello is mood Giulia: IT S TIME Kat: For what Giulia: KITCHEN TALK

Zee: That’s adorable Kat: That’s adorable Giulia: but first Eileen talks Giulia: Awe Stop it you two Zee: The way he says “thing” Fuck him

Zee: She’s hot Giulia: SHE GETS IT Kat: My heart Giulia: OF COURSE SHE DOES. I COULD GET IT TOO

editing Giuls: ..... what she said Kat: Stop it

Nat : You could do worse Giulia: AH so much better Zee: Brothers Giulia: STOP MY HEART Kat: 😭😭😭 Giulia: awe shucks Next time then Kat: I miss brother talks Zee: Yeah Kat: Ugh Zee: Oh no Giulia: AH HER AGAIN Nat : Ugh ee: Not her again Giulia: She’s snazzy tho, I kinda like her Zee: The ikea yellow again Giulia: Not her wardrobe tho. The berret can stay Nat : It's so weird. Michael was so fucking powerful when he possessed Dean and now he lets himself being commanded around Giulia: Well I guess being in the same body with that wuss does things to you Kat: Different Michael personalities I guess

*Lilith gets roasted* Nat : Ah Giulia: There. U happy? Zee: You were saying Giulia: Wow Giulia: Ok Giulia: Bye lillith Giulia: And again Nat : I miss the suits tho Giulia: Guess he’s just depressed Nat : They could have dressed up Adam Giulia: The peaky blinders feel Nat : Snorts Donnie Giulia: NOW IT S TIME Kat: Donnie is a mood again

Giulia: ME Nat : Ah pour me some bourbon too Zee: I need burbon Giulia: not yet Zee: I wanna live in the bunker Giulia: Castiel bb Kat: Unpleasant lol

ME :

Giulia: Why i love when cas haS these scenes tho Nat : Your father is not who you knew. Kat: You love Cas? Giulia: * Will Smith pose * a babe Zee: He should stop with that face Giulia: I know Giulia: THAT TINY MICHEAL Zee: You called me assbutt and set me on fire

Editing Giuls: .....I’M-

Zee: I didn’t come to beg Giulia: Oh I didn t come to beg Kat: I didn’t come to beg Giulia: BITCH I GREW Zee: You grew ?

LOOK AT THESE TWO MODELING SONS OF BITCHES MY GOD

Giulia: STOP WITH THE HANDCUFFS Giulia: zee I swear Kat: YES ANOTHER CUFFS SCENE

Nat : Dean always holds the cuffs , they know Giulia: I can already see all the fics Zee: I’m gonna read Nat : Sames Kat: Right? He doesn’t need to run it in

M: Sam. You look well. Last time I saw you in the Cage... S: Yeah, it doesn't matter.

Sammy has no time for your bullshit Michael.

M: You're asking me to trust you -- you, who doomed me, you, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell.

Giulia: Lol micheal telling how it is Kat: Sames Giulia: SNORT Giulia: OH awkward Nat : I was right when I said Michael is in Adam and not the inside kinda way Zee: What Zee: The Zee: Fuck Nat : Michael lets you talk? lol Giulia: Dean and his Micheal ptsd Kat: 😭

Giulia: YEAH HOW ABOUT A SORRY Zee: He’s so hurt Giulia: well ....wow ok good acting Zee: Paradise is boring Kat: He really is a daddy’s boy Giulia: He looks a bit loony too Zee: A million years in hell do that to a person Giulia: Those books irk me Nat : Adam tries to talk sense into Michael Nat : I'm here for it Giulia: Mid eternity crisis Zee: Mid eternity crisis Giulia: Me Kat: Of course Nat : Parents keep secrets. Do we? Giulia: Ok but i love the different acting. He’s real good Zee: He is Giulia: U ALL DO Giulia: STOP EILEEN Nat : Eileen you stay put Kat: EILEEN NO Nat : She's gonna get killed Zee: Is that a trap ? Nat : I think it's a trap Nat : could be Giulia: AWE CUTE Nat : ah no Giulia: NOW IT S GONNA BE TIME SOON Kat: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

C: You know, Michael, I never really liked you. Even when I was just another angel, I thought you were too haughty, too...To paraphrase a friend, you had an entire oak tree shoved up your ass.

Nat : snorts Giulia: ENTIRE OAK TREE SHOVED UP YOUR ASS Zee: Shoved up your ass Nat : that would hurt

C: I'm looking at you, and I...I just pity you. Because you were never God's favorite. You were just a little part of his story, a tiny part of his story. You weren't even a star. You weren't even a star. At least Lucifer knew that God can't be trusted. But I guess he was always the smart one.

Nat : Cas, you should have seen that coming Nat : What he said Giulia: NICE CAS Zee: Jack Zee: He��s gonna pop Giulia: I DIDN T NEED THAT AGAIN Nat : so many dirty things in my head

Giulia: FINALLY Nat : Ah this scene Zee: Yes Giulia: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

Zee: They’re not even looking at each other

Giulia: LEAVE Giulia: GET OUT Giulia: I WANT U DED Giulia: LOL IT S FINE IT S FIIIIIIINE Zee: We didn’t bond Giulia: IM FINE Nat : Finally Giulia: how to call people in extra Zee: God lied to me Kat: NONONONONONONONONONONO Nat : Wouldn't u do that Kat: Wait am I ahead Nat : Yes Giulia: Of course I would are you even question that Zee: Don’t like this Kat: FUCKING HELL Nat : half the house is falling apart whenever you call someone in Nat : lol Giulia: I DON T LIKE THIS Giulia: THE FUCK Nat : Ah IT WAS A TRAP Giulia: STOP Zee: Knew it Nat : UGH Kat: DAMN IT CHUCK Giulia: AW COME ON Kat: I HATE HIM Giulia: IM FEAR Giulia: thank you micheal Nat : HE WILL HELP THEM Nat : Do we trust him Giulia: NO WE DON T

M: And, to bind the spell together, the nectar from a Leviathan blossom. Giulia: WHET Nat : A what Kat: ONG NOT THE DAMN LEVIATHANS Giulia: OH Nat : Purgatory? Giulia: PURGATORY OF COURSE Zee: Fuck no Kat: PURGATORY DEAN PLEASE YES PLEASE I NEED Nat : NO Nat : DO WE TRUST HIM Giulia: OH ARE WE GETTING PURGATORY BONDING TAKE 2?

Editing future Giuls: YEAH , YEAH WE DID GET IT, IT WAS AMAZING

Zee: This will rip my heart Giulia: This michael is so depressed Kat: So our Michael can just make doors out of thin air? Giulia: Apparently

D: Adam, I want you to know... we are sorry. What happened to you... You're a good man. You didn't deserve that.

Zee: DEAN SHUT UP

Giulia: THANK YOU DEAN Nat : Michel can apparently do more than we thought Giulia: True

A: Since when do we get what we deserve?

Zee: ADAM SHUT UP Nat : No, Adam stay. I want him to stay Giulia: IM FEAR Nat : So Two guys in Purgatory will Cas want to come back tho Nat : Alright Promo Giulia: PROMO TIME Nat : Ugh I think they'll be trapped in Purgatory longer than the 12hours Kat: Oi hey Giulia: HOLD ON Zee: The fuck?

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sureivy · 4 years

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is that HALSEY? no, that’s just IVY CALDER. SHE is TWENTY-FOUR years old and is an EMPLOYEE AT DON’T FRET & PAWS 4 LOVE. rumor has it they’ve been in town for FOUR MONTHS / TEN YEARS. on a good day, they’re CREATIVE & VERSATILE. but watch out! they can also be IRRESPONSIBLE & VOLATILE. TRIGGER BANG BY LILY ALLEN (FT. GIGGS) plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

hello my pals ! i’m amy ( 20 // est // she/her ) and i am super excited to be here! we also over here bringing back a fairly old muse (i,, apparently,, play her during election years,,) with a couple of tweaks, so we love that for me! also! pls forgive me if this is lowkey disorganized, we’ve been in and out of airports all day! can’t wait to contract that sexy corona!

QUICK FACTS:

full name: ivy rose calder

date of birth: may 2, 1995

*does not perfectly reflect the below big three zodiac chart because that’s too much math

zodiac big three: taurus sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual ( preference for women bc we luv that for her but we also luv leaving things open to chemistry )

education: high school diploma

enneagram: 7w8?

mbti: enfp

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

positive traits: creative, versatile, passionate, compassionate

negative traits: irresponsible, volatile, impressionable, hedonistic

BACKGROUND INFO:

triggers: brief implied sexual abuse, suicide, a lot of death talk?, drug abuse ( desoxyn ), overdose

ivy lived the first eight years of her life in newark, nj. she had a mere family of three – her mother, a model-turned-stay-at-home-mom, her father, a politician, and herself. she was much closer to her mother, but she and her father were close at night.

when her mother finally found out about this, she wasted no time in taking ivy’s father’s side. what a good mom! instead, ya girl was already getting in touch with cps herself... but wow... it was gonna ruin his career in politics :\

“Now, one thing I lerned from Storys is, when something big is about to okur, a riter will go: Then it hapened! This tells the reeder: Get Reddy. Here I go: Then it hapened!” - fox 8

then it happened!

humiliated, clearly never getting a platform back, and absolutely bitter, ivy’s father killed himself before being sent to prison.

Very Tragique™

ok. so. to distance themselves from the poor memories, but to save money, ivy and her mother moved to springhill, temporarily sharing ivy’s aunt’s apartment while her mother began collecting enough money to buy an apartment of their own and keep it.

during this time, ivy was seeing a lot of people and she didn’t know why! they asked questions about her mental health, but she didn’t know why! i mean, totally not traumatic, right?

yes. instead of managing communication well, she became very fascinated by the concept of death. she had many questions about it, she, a youth, had some extended conversations with clergymen about it –– she never killed any animals, god forbid, but she was absolutely fascinated when she ran across them.

SO CLEARLY THAT WAS ALSO TRYING TO BE DEALT WITH.

ok, i’m gonna skip ahead a little. now in teen years and still fascinated by death, but in a healthier way!, and no longer in therapy because... like... that costs a lot of money!

she dealt with it the best she could. became enamored with music... because why wouldn’t she? some covers here and there, some originals here and there, living that youtube lyf, but not expecting anything to come of it. just liked validation! mood!

she also dealt with it the worst she could! became enamored with drugs! naturally, it started out small. some weed, some lsd, some molly –– you know, just drugs that you don’t typically think of as addictive. although her grades suffered, it was harmless enough...

upon graduating high school, she figured... no college. instead, with barely any money to her name, she was like “i... will go to new york... and i will become famous.”

and she did! she did go to new york! she found a few sketchy places that didn’t charge much for a few nights as she began networking - both socially and “i would like to be known for music” (i literally just forgot the word for networking like..... employment wise.... y’all i’m so dumb). when she’d made some friends, she began crashing on couches that were not quite as sketchy!

but :\ she did meet these friends in sketchy places :\ and they were like “ok here r some new and more addictive drugs for u to try!”

what she wound up abusing using the most was desoxyn. it kept her awake, it kept her focused, it even shed a few pounds to create an excellent figure! what wasn’t to love!

i mean it’s literally a prescription methamphetamine,,, when abused,,, literally almost exact same effects as meth,,, but when meth mouth, skin lesions, acne, etc aren’t occurring as a side effect? who was she to care!

20, she released an actual ep with the help of a super cool friend who made everyone call him puppy mills! wow! things were excellent! it wasn’t necessarily seeing mainstream traction, but there was a decent enough following! enough to release an album at 22!

perfect timing, btw! desoxyn was starting to become too expensive for puppy to afford and trying to fake having such a severe form of adhd that desoxyn would be prescribed as opposed to something like ritalin or adderal when it’s literally illegal to prescribe in some countries now?? too hard :\ but the money from the album helped her and puppy!

*olaf vc* puppy died. *end vc*

she was there for it too. she thought it was just a freak-out, took a LITTLE too much, but not OVERDOSE worthy... then he l i t e r a l l y died. and it was a painful death!

“oh wow! maybe prescription meth isn’t super cool after all! shucks!” but that was also an opening?? to visit death herself?? like... she didn’t necessarily want to die (sort of), but she wanted... an answer to the question that had plagued her her entire life... so she was like “ok hope i die then someone revives me but if i die then :\ i guess i die!”

did not die. but also did not get a satisfying answer to her question. the only way it would’ve been truly satisfying? if she had been dead for longer than a minute - then it would’ve given a definite answer! because the answer she received was just nothingness which, while peaceful... is it true?

she tried to detox alone, what because rehab is a business, and it... only... sort of worked. she would be clean for a few weeks, then fall back in, then clean for a few weeks, then fall back in. whenever she wasn’t just naturally focused and awake, or whenever what she was focused on was the past, she would fall back in.

i mean, a side effect is memory loss, so win/win!

she made the semi-wise decision to move back to springhill. wisest would’ve been to just move to a town/city she had absolutely no memories in, but better than moving back to newark!

so... without much to show, and with an unreliable streak, she knew she wouldn’t be able to start looking for much of an occupation – but she still needed money! so she began working at don’t fret out of a love for music, then began working at the animal shelter after completing training.

the main training was, of course, for putting animals to sleep.

FULL CIRCLE.

ah yes. how she pretends it’s healthy... even tho there are studies and statistics relating suicide to veterinarians and shelter workers who euthanize animals... ah yes.

has been back for four months now. love that. do not know how to finish this.

TL ; DR:

born in newark. moved to springhill at 8. childhood trauma that she is still carrying causes fascination with death. “i love music.” moved to ny at 18 because realistic. childhood trauma also causes dependency on desoxyn. releases an ep and an album. does not become famous, but they both have decent traction. moves back after an overdose. relapses... often. now sells records and puts animals to sleep. miss american dream since she was 17, amirite?

PERSONALITY / MISCELLANEOUS INFO:

one person one week, a totally different person the next.

wants to please people, but also wants to be her own person? it’s a whole deal!

in spite of her slight icarian incident, she still hopes to maybe one day become a real musician and performer. until then, we selling records and saying ‘goodbye’ to sweet animals!

can truly flip like a switch in interactions! does love ruining things for herself! almost always feels bad after bc :\ damn :\ alright :\

i’m very bad at these sections i really hate that i always include them!

is still avoiding healthy coping mechanisms. love that for her.

favorite movie is, unironically, the bee movie. favorite horror movie is cats.

SO GOOD at memorizing random lines or trivia. could probably recite literally all of who’s afraid of virginia woolf? other than that?? her memory is so bad. hate drugs for that :\

she uses her hair to express herself! (that sounds really boring.) ...she uses her hair to express herself!

but no. seriously. wears the black shag weave the most, followed by the blue/yellow combo ( we stan the badlands aesthetic ). occasionally forays into other colors and styles when money permits, but it’s usually gonna be one of those two!!

was an envy on the coast stan in high school which makes an inappropriate amount of sense.

will go out and steal the dumbest shit when she’s drunk. has a history of stealing chickens.

once again: hate that i always include these!! feel free 2 j consult the personality parts in the quick facts!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

ok we gonna list some general ones for right now! all are open to multiple people unless there’s an asterisk by it!

close friends –– moonie, teagan,

ride or die

childhood friends –– moonie,

bad influence ( mutual or her on them ) –– veronica ( mutual ),

good influence ( them on her ) –– presley, hayden, gabrielle,

exes ( can be from high school or something like that if based in springhill, can be from 20s in new york if based in new york )

fwb –– trent,

will they, won’t they –– presley,

someone who knew her music ( can be neutral, a fan of it, or hate it afhkjsl ) –– presley, moonie, teagan, indiana,

will also possibly be sending in some wanted connections for things that are! more specific!

truly anything!! also up to brainstorm and/or look at yours if you have them!!

UPDATE: i have created a wc page so we luv that for me.

OK. like this or hmu if you’d like to plot!

#springhillintro #DONT WORRY THERE'S A TL;DR I. DIDNT KNOW WHEN TO STOP.#also!! am gonna leave the ooc post up for a few so i have reference for who liked it bc i must!!#depart for about an hour and a half and i do not want!! to forget!! y'all idk what im doing today.

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cami-chats · 5 years

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A Family Man

Chapter One (of 2)

Fandom: Charmed, Supernatural (yes it’s a crossover)

Pairings: Piper Halliwell/Dean Winchester

Warnings: None, except maybe some Leo bashing bc really what tf was that

Piper was obviously pregnant. Her other kid was around a year old, so she was almost certainly still with the father, whoever that might be. She didn't wear a wedding ring, but some people didn't, and besides, Dean had heard that pregnancy made your fingers swell up so it was possible that she did usually wear her ring, she just couldn't right now. Anyways, the point was that she wasn't interested in anyone-- let alone Dean-- but there was no harm in looking. Especially when she was that gorgeous. It wasn't a model sort of beauty like Dean used to shoot for when he was hunting and dropping by bars for some diversion, but she was undoubtedly gorgeous.

With the yellow eyed demon gone and Sam back at college, Dean needed to do something with his life, and living on the run with a string of crimes following him wasn't as appealing as it used to be. Working at a nightclub wasn't exactly settling down, but at least he had a legitimate work history now. Besides, P3 was great, and Piper hadn't blinked at giving him his first several paychecks in cash before he had enough to open a bank account.

Funny as it was to think about, he was bonafide now. Sam would bust out laughing if he could see him now. Then again, Sam was a can of worms he didn't want to mess with right now. Or any time soon. He unlocked the door and started down the stairs, hesitating in one of his steps when he saw Piper sitting at the bar, head hung at whatever she was thinking about.

"Piper? What are you doing here so early?"

She startled, but in the next moment, she seemed perfectly at ease, turning around to smile at him. "Hey Dean. I was-" she gestured vaguely, "talking to Chris."

"Chris is here?" Dean asked hopefully. Chris was always happy to see him, and he was probably the best friend Dean had right now.

"He just left."

"Damn." At Piper's bemused look, he added, "I like him. Guy's my only friend around here."

"Huh." She had her head cocked slightly, like she was putting together a puzzle that Dean couldn't see.

"Uh... something wrong with that?" he asked, a little nervous. Chris felt like his best connection to the normal world, but Piper was his boss; if she fired him, he was screwed, and he wasn’t sure his friendship with Chris was good enough to risk his life for.

"No, of course not. It's just, Chris doesn't get along with... people. Not usually anyways."

"Must mean I'm special," he joked, smirking.

Piper seemed to take him seriously though, her expression thoughtful. "Must be. You want some help setting up?" she offered, already getting out of her seat.

"You don't have to, I'm fine."

"You know, between you and my family, I'm liable to blow something up if I keep getting side-lined like this."

Dean shrugged. "It's your club, do what you want."

Piper raised an eyebrow, trying to project snootiness though she was obviously amused. "I will."

After a minute, Piper put on some music to pump through the speakers. Weird as it might sound, Dean had the best prep shift ever. He didn't really think about it through the dancing-along's and mouthing-the-word's party they had on the fly. "It's been a while since I've had this much fun," Piper said.

"Me too, "he admitted. And what fun he had had in the past was often interspersed with hunts that went to hell, so the memories were sour to him. Even his time with Sam hadn’t been like this, with Sam always trying to keep them going so he could get back to his ‘real’ life. Any time Dean had tried to make light of the situation, Sam had glared at him or gotten all moody.

"With Leo and everything," she started to explain before trailing off as her happy mood faltered.

"Who's Leo?"

"Ex-husband," she said, making a face. She ran a hand over her swelling stomach, and Dean could imagine what that 'everything' entailed. Learning that she was single had no victory since she was clearly left in a bad spot by it.

"Sounds like an asshole," he said flatly. Say what you want about John Winchester, but at least he'd loved his wife.

"You don't know anything about him," Piper said, but she was holding back laughter.

"Going from your reaction, I'm guessing he left you. Right?"

Still looking amused, she nodded.

Dean shrugged. "Then he's an asshole."

Piper laughed, looking lighter for it. "It's not actually that simple, but... thanks. I can't really talk to anyone else about it. I mean, I could, but I don't want to unload to my sisters about it. They'd try to make it better, and he'd be around for a bit, and then he'd leave again to work for the 'greater good'."

"Bastard sounds like my dad," Dean said. Oh John had been obsessed with revenge, but he'd made the decision to sacrifice his sons' childhoods so that other families wouldn't suffer the way he had. The way 'they' had suffered was how he phrased it, of course. Dean had thought about it a lot since he and Sammy went their different ways after ganking the monster, and he still didn't know how he felt about it, because it wasn’t just their childhoods that had been messed with, it was their entire lives.

"Sounds complicated."

Dean snorted. "That ain't the half of it." He shook off the topic and tried a smile. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem. It's nice to feel useful for once."

"He must be crazy to leave you behind," Dean muttered, not really meaning to.

The way Piper looked at him though, it was clear that she'd heard.

Dean cleared his throat, blushing. God it had been so long since he'd blushed that it only served to make him more nervous. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

There was a charged moment where they looked at each other.

It wasn't actually a surprise in the moment that it happened, but leading up to it confused him. Piper was shorter than him by half a foot, so she had to lean up and pull his face down to meet her in order to reach. She was kissing him, and there was none of the vibrant electricity all his past relationships had demanded. This was soft and comfortable, and he leaned down further so she wasn't straining. His hands went to her hips automatically, and he could just barely feel the swell of her stomach against his palms.

"I um," Piper licked her lips as they stopped. "I hope that wasn't inappropriate of me."

"I'm pretty sure I was the one that hit on you."

"Still, I'm your boss. If you're worried this might affect your job-"

"It won't." Dean kissed her again, and for an instant she kissed him back.

She pulled back abruptly, taking a few steps to give him space. "I have a child. I'm about to have another."

"I know. Wyatt's a great kid. I'd like-" Dean stopped, rubbed his hand over his jaw and tried again. "If you'd let me, I think I could be decent at the whole family thing. If that's what you want."

"It's complicated," she said with a sad smile. She wanted to give in, that much was clear, but with (almost) two children, she had more at stake than her heart.

"What isn't? I just-" Dean swallowed, "I think this could work if we tried."

"My life is... it's too complicated, Dean. I can't drag you into that."

Sensing that her mind was made up, Dean nodded. "Right." He looked away, feeling hot and embarrassed. "If that's how you feel then-." He nodded again. "I uh, should go unlock the door for the crew, they'll be here soon."

"Sounds good," Piper said, and he ignored the strain in her voice since she'd been nice enough to not point out the one in his.

He was in a bit of a mood for the rest of the night, but he was pretty sure no one noticed. It's not like he blamed Piper for her choice-- she did have children and her closely-knit family to consider amongst whatever other family drama they had-- but it was still depressing. He hadn't thought he had a chance for so long, and then for one great moment, he'd had it. Even better, Piper was the one that had kissed him, not the other way around. This is what real life was like though right? Relationships didn't get out of the starting gate, and his biggest worry was whether or not the pizza place down the road from his apartment would be open by the time he got home.

He got to leave promptly when the actual concert started, so he made it back with plenty of time to grab a pizza. Absolutely delicious, cheap, dripping grease pizza. He felt better just thinking about it. He didn't want to subject Baby's seat to that though, so he parked in the apartment's garage and walked the half-block over.

As soon as he was out the door, he folded a piece in half and shoved it in his mouth, juggling the box for a moment as he closed it and got everything back in order. Pizza couldn't fix everything, but that's where pie came in, to fix the other half. He didn't have pie though, so this would have to do for tonight.

He turned on the tv and polished off the rest of the box. Then he realized that he was still in jeans and changed into sleep pants, shucking off his shirt and throwing it in the laundry hamper-- because he had a laundry hamper now, that was the kind of turn his life had taken. He sat back on the couch and wondered if he should even attempt sleeping yet. It wasn't too late, and he was used to staying up for a few more hours when he was closing at P3. Laying in bed might be pointless and only serve to make it harder to get to sleep.

A knock came at the door, and he frowned. A few people knew where he lived, but it's not like they ever visited. Chances were it was someone who had the wrong apartment, a common problem with half the numbers peeled or missing from the doors. He looked through the peephole out of habit, then frowned at what he saw: Piper. Why was Piper at his doorstep?

He unhooked the chain and unlocked the door, opening it slowly. "Piper? What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping we could talk. About earlier."

Dean's frown deepened, even as he opened the door wider to let her in. "I thought we said everything we needed to."

"Not really." She ran a hand through her hair as she walked in, the long strands seamlessly falling into their new place.

He closed the door but didn't lock it, not wanting her to feel confined.

"Listen," she said, turning to him. She hesitated, eyes trailing over his bare torso. Her cheeks pinked, but she brought her eyes back up to his face like it didn't happen. "My family requires a lot from me, and from anyone I'm dating. Leo-- my ex-husband-- he knew about the details from the start so I didn't have to worry about it, and it just seems like every time I find someone new, they can't handle it."

"I think you'd be surprised at how much I can take." He crossed his arms over his chest, and Piper's eyes flickered down automatically.

"I'd love to find out, but it. It's too big a risk."

"You said that earlier, Piper," he said, not judging. "We already talked about this, why are you here?"

She hesitated, and he understood: she wanted to give in, but she needed to be convinced, for him to take the first step.

He swallowed, wondering if this was the right decision but knowing he was going to try it anyways. "You know, it doesn't have to be that serious. We can... try it on. See if it goes anywhere, and deal with the problems as they come."

"I have a kid," she reminded him, but it was obvious now that she felt that she needed to remind him, not that it was a denial.

"That doesn't mean you can't have fun."

"Pregnant ladies don't really get to have fun if it's not about the pregnancy."

"Says who?" Dean made a show of looking around the apartment, then stepped closer so they were in the same space. "I don't see anyone here but you and me."

He started to lean down, giving her plenty of time to change her mind. Plenty of time to say 'actually you know what I was wrong, sorry'. But she didn't. She tilted her head up, smiling slightly when he bumped their noses together teasingly before pressing their lips together. It shouldn't have been a life-changing moment, but the way they molded together felt like something he'd been missing his whole life. One of her hands came up to help hold him in place, her fingers curling around the back of his neck. Her other hand went up to his arm, curving to the skin easily as he put his hand in the middle of her back and pulled her closer.

It had been a long time since Dean kissed someone for so long his lips started to feel sore, but here it was, happening to him as a grown-ass adult. He had an ache in his back from leaning down for so long, but he didn't want to stop. He felt absolutely desperate, his cock hard and straining against his boxer-briefs, and his best comfort was that Piper didn't look much better. Her pupils were blown wide, and her cheeks were stained red with want. Both of their lips were swollen from kissing for so long. Taking a chance, Dean asked, "Do you want to come to my room?"

"Yes," she said immediately, before he had time to worry that he was pushing for too much. It was a small place, so they were in his room a few seconds later.

"Can I take this off?" Dean asked, sliding his hands under her shirt on the sides. In response, she lifted her arms, so Dean picked up the edges and pulled it up. His eyes roved over her skin, and he followed it with his hands a moment later when he realized he could. "You're gorgeous," he breathed. He kissed her again, fingers playing with the clasp on her bra in question.

She gave his arms a squeeze in answer, and he flicked his fingers, undoing it. Piper stepped back and dropped it on the ground, then pushed her pants past her hips and climbed on his bed. She lay there, head propped up on pillows and legs slightly spread showing trimmed pubic hair and a glistening entrance.

"So fucking gorgeous," he muttered, pushing his pants and underwear down in one go. He knew it would be smarter to grab a condom and lube now, but he wanted to kiss her again and nothing was going to stop him from doing that.

Piper groaned, one of her legs curving over Dean in an instinctual bid to keep him there. "Dean," she gasped. "Please."

"Sorry," he said quickly, giving her a quick peck. "Didn't mean to tease. Just can't stop kissing you." He kissed her cheek three times in rapid succession, causing her to giggle. He grinned, giving her one last kiss before rolling off her and rifling through the nightstand. He opened a condom packet, then hesitated before putting it on. "You sure you want this?"

Instead of making some sort of joke about how ready she was, she grinned at him. She had a few crooked teeth, and in the light of the streetlamps, it was obvious she was pregnant. Her hair was half stuck under her back and half splayed out on his cheap sheets. Dean had never wanted someone more. "I'm sure," she said. "Come on and show me how good our relationship can be."

He grinned back at her. "I can do that, no problem." He rolled on the condom, following it with a little lube just to be safe. Once he was back between her legs, she bent her knees to make the angle better. He slid inside slowly, knowing that he could go faster but wanting to take his time. Piper was warm and wet, and he wanted this to last forever at the same time he wanted to fuck her hard and give both of them the completion they were craving.

Dean rocked into her, responding to each of her gasps of pleasure with a moan of his own. It was slow and sweet, building up so leisurely that he was almost surprised when he came, grinding their hips together as she clutched at his shoulders.

"God, Dean, that was," she trailed off with an appreciative laugh.

Feeling very proud of himself, he smiled, giving her another kiss. "Yeah." Laying on top of her was lots of fun for him, but certainly less for her, so he rolled to the side, carefully taking the condom off so he wouldn't make a mess.

"Mm." Her eyes closed, and she looked like she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep just as she was. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure. It's just right over there," he said unnecessarily, pointing in its direction.

"Thanks." She pushed herself up and went over. After she peed, she walked back over and sat on the bed.

"You can stay if you want." He'd prefer it that way, of course, but they'd agreed that this didn't have to be serious.

Piper thought it over, then laid down. "Maybe for a little bit." She stretched her arms with a satisfied groan, and Dean took the chance to use the bathroom himself and get cleaned up. He went back to the living room and locked the door.

He'd expected for it to be awkward when he got back because that's what he was used to, but there was a comfortable air in the room when he got under the covers with her. Getting to sleep had always been easier after sex, and this time was no exception.

It was a rude awakening when a phone started ringing, echoing in the sparsely decorated room. "What the-" He reached for his on the nightstand automatically, but it was silent.

Piper groaned, throwing the covers off of her and rifling through her pant's pockets on the ground until she found it. She flicked it open with an annoyed, "What?" as she sat back on the bed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Is something wrong? Was there an attack?" Pause. "Then why-?" She blew out a breath. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot to call. No I'll be home in a little bit." She rolled her eyes as she got back up and started picking up her clothes. "Don't come get me, I drove. I swear to god Paige, you worry more than Chris. Yeah yeah, I love you too." She hung up and rubbed her eyes.

"Everything okay?" Dean asked, voice rough from sleep.

"Yeah, my family's just worried. I forgot to tell them I wouldn't be by until late."

Dean checked his clock. They hadn't been asleep more than an hour, which explained why he felt so stupidly tired right now. He ran a hand over his face, then sat up. He grabbed a pair of underwear and slid them on, then helped Piper gather the rest of her clothes.

"Thanks," she said, then again when she was at the door. She pulled him down for another kiss. "I had a great time. See you around?"

"Definitely. Have a safe drive."

They smiled at each other again, and she left, hair softly tousled in a way that made Dean's heart ache.

#charmed #spn #piper halliwell #dean winchester #fanfic #my writing

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corn-on-ja-cob-s · 5 years

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A cell bio major talks about “Loser, Geek, Whatever”

(Because if anyone knows how to talk about this, it’s me)

Background!: Be More Chill recently had an off-broadway production, where (amongst other changes), they added a new song! “Loser Geek Whatever” is the new Act 1 Finale, and replaces the end of “Upgrade”. Where Jeremy sings “I already know what it’s like to be the loser” in “Upgrade” the show transitions directly into this new song and the original ending of “Upgrade” (the “I tried to be genuine and true, but now it’s time for something new” part) is no longer there.

Song Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COpT7Lmfizw

Lyrics Link: https://genius.com/Will-roland-loser-geek-whatever-lyrics

I Have THOUGHTS about this song and you all get to hear them lucky you

Things I Like!

Sweet god the show needed this song. There are 3 big reasons for this:

Have you realized that Jeremy doesn’t have a solo in the entire show? Yeah he has solo -parts- but before this song he never had a song all to himself. Even Rich has a solo! Bit of a hot take, but Jeremy should probably get a song all to himself.

From my perspective, BMC has two major plotlines in the show. One is the threat of the Squip and the other is the relationship between Jeremy and Michael. This song works more towards developing the latter story (which, for the record, I prefer; I’m not huge on the whole “zombie apocalypse” thing in general tbh even though i understand why they went that route), since without it you have a pretty big gap between “Two-Player Game” and “Michael in the Bathroom” when it comes to songs focused on developing that whole idea. Yes Upgrade in its original form still touches on developing that idea, but now we have an entire song towards it, and that allows more time.

Following off on that note, even in the orginal show the whole “Optic nerve blocking on” thing is a pretty big deal as it’s Jeremy turning on Michael in pursuit of his goals. From the original Upgrade we know that Jeremy’s doing this because he’s sick of what his life has been like until now, but we only really get two verses of deliberation. Not helping this fact is the fact that, until now, Jeremy’s desire have been pretty lowkey. “Aw shucks, being unpopular sucks I sure would like to be slightly better than I am now”. This isn’t a bad motivation, just it never seems -super- strong. With this new song, however, we finally get to see just how distraught Jeremy is over how his life is (i mean sweet fuck lines like “the problem has always been me” and “if brooke can look me in the eye like im some normal handsome guy” are fucking heartbreaking), which is something the show never really had before.

Will Roland does a rocking job mixing both “voice cracking with sadness and depression” and “fuck yeah go jeremy , achieve your dreams you funky little bean” while stille sounding so good

In general the song just does a good job drawing the audience into Jeremy’s head by making you feel for his utter despair over how he hates himself, his worry over if what he’s doing is the right thing, his defeated giving up on trying to figure things out for himself, and his excitement and relief to finally have what he sees as the solution

Following up on that last point: by making the audience feel conflicted yet happy for Jeremy (much like how Jeremy himself feels) it not only leaves wanting to see more like any act 1 finale should but it also makes Michael in the Bathroom hit even harder than it already does

Things I Didn’t Like! (this list is shorter don’t worry)

I don’t like the “woah oh oh, uh huh uh huh”s. yeah sure they sound nice, but they clash with the rest of the song thematically and lower its overall impact by mixing “emotional solo” with “hah chah chah”. It’d be like if “I Dreamed a Dream” had Fantine doing Christina Aguilera style vocalizing during it.

As much as I like Roland’s performance in this I also don’t like it since I think he goes a little bit too far in the voice cracking and the “gyu-huck imma nerd” and it ends up taking away from the emotion of the song by bordering on sounding silly (especially when he sings “the please don’t speak” in the final verse). I don’t think it’s any thing that can’t be fixed, I just think that, at least in this specific recording, he could do better.

I really love the line in Upgrade on the original recording of “now, let’s get to work” and then the spooky chords that follow. It sends chills down your spine of “oh shit things are going even more south” and at first that it wasn’t in the off-broadway, and I was bummed. But then I saw that it was and I realized that it doesn’t work following this songas well as it did following Upgrade. Like, at all (or at least the the spooky chords don’t). Might be because of the dissonance between the music of “Loser Geek Whatever” and the spooky chords, might be some other reason i can’t think of.

Things I didn’t necesarilly like or dislike but just things that I noticed, along with potential interpretations that I recognize may not be that good!

The rhyme scheme in “Michael thinkgs that weird is rad, but being weird just makes me sad, and I deserve to not feel bad” is a super simple rhyme scheme. This might just be less-than-stellar writing, but if we wanna spin it in a positive light we could interpret the simplicity of the rhyming reflecting the simplicity of the idea being expressed in the lines. When I say the idea is simple, I mean that it’s simple both in the sense of “it’s something that everyone feels and experiences and understands really early on in their lives, that idea of ‘i don’t wanna be weird and the outcast because it makes me sad’“, and it’s simple in the sense of “it’s pretty much the kernel of what Jeremy is singing about the the entire song”.

The final verse of this song, where Jeremy is listing off a bunch of insults that he’s likely heard others say about him about himself mirrors the final verse of “Michael in the Bathroom” where Michael lists off insults about himself that he’s likely heard others say about him.

The notes Jeremy sings as he holds out the final word of the song are almost identical to the final notes sung in “Be More Chill Pt. 2″, with the exception of the final note (they go up in “Be More Chill Pt. 2″ but Jeremy goes down in “Loser Geek Whatever”). The similarity between the two shows that Jeremy is being influenced by and is striving towards what the Squip has been promising him, while that small difference at the end shows that Jeremy still isn’t completely under the control of the Squip and is still able to do things unique to himself.

point of all this: I like this song and I want more like it. Thanks for reading if you got this far byyyyyyyeeeeeee

#bmc #bmc musical #be more chill #be more chill musical #bemorechill #jeremy heere #will roland #joe iconis #loser geek whatever #upgrade

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ificouldlivemydaydream-blog · 6 years

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Sister in the Glade (Minho x Reader) Part 2: Matchmaker

A/N: Sorry I can’t link Part 1 but it should be pretty easy to find seeing as this will only be the second fanfic ever I’ve written. And Sorry if it’s really bad and for mistakes.

Also sorry that this took ages to do I just moved so I’ve been unpacking and uninspired.

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“Hey Jessie” you call, climbing the watchtower to where you’d decided to have lunch together. You were super close to your identical twin sister, but you never got to spend time with her because while she was supposedly working (and by working I mean messing around) with Newt in the gardens. Her head popped up over the side and she looked down at you.

“Ya know, a normal person might use the ladder,” she said.

“Since when have I been normal?”

“Good point”

“So whatchya got, Y/N?”

“Good question,” you said as Jessica pulled your lunch out of the bag Fry had packed it in.

“Mac’n’cheese, apparently!”

“Yes! I’m so sick of the same sandwich every day.” Usually you would eat in the Maze with Minho, your running partner, and boyfriend. Speaking of which.

“Jess, when are you gonna ask Newt out?” You asked. “You guys are soooo cute together.”

“ I don’t know, I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Besides, there’s no way he likes me back.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” came a voice from behind you, causing you to choke on your mac’n’cheese.

“Oh my god, Minho!” You shouted, mouth still full of macaroni. “Don’t do that!” He just laughed, and kissed your forehead. You rolled your eyes as he sat down and helped himself to your mac’n’cheese. You swatted him away.

“Seriously, Jess. The guy’s head over heels for you.”

“He isn’t though!”

You looked at Minho and rolled your eyes in unison.

“Besides, how am I even supposed to do it?”

“Most people would start by walking over and saying hi.” Minho quipped. Jessica blushed as you shoved him of the side of the watch tower.

“Ow.” You looked over the side to see Minho swinging on a branch.

“Maybe next time don’t try to kill me?” He said.

“You’re fine.”

“No I’m not!” He said as He ran of to god knows where. Actually, probably to talk to Newt.

Next Morning

You and Minho has come up with a master plan. Newt and Jessica were perfect for each other, but as they refused to admit it, you had to take matters into your own hands. The two of you still had to run you’re route, though, so Winston and Zart were going to set up. You’d begged Alby for another day off, so you could do it, but he’d said no. You just had to hope for the best.

Time skip because I’m lazy

When you got back, the two of you immediately jumped into action. You ran off to find Jessica, while Minho went on a search for Newt. And of course you found them throwing tomatoes at each other in the gardens. You and Minho looked at each other like awwww.

“Hey, Jess, can I talk to you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure”

You pulled her aside.

“I’ve got to show you something, and I don’t want the boys to know about. Meet me in that clearing in the woods tonight at 8. You know, the one Min always takes me to?” With that, You ran off to yours and Minho’s room and collapsed on the bed, waiting. A second later, the door opened Minho strolled in. You leaped up. “Did ya get him to meet you?”

“Yep!”

“Yes! This is going perfectly!”You squealed. Minho looked at you.

“You’re so cute when you’re excited.” He said.

Then he kissed you. It was passionate, strong, what you lived for. You ran your hand through his hair. It was so soft, sleek-

Suddenly Zart and Winston barged in excited. “Guys we finished the- oh. Heyyyy guys. We interrupting-.”

“You could say that” Minho said, while you fell of the bed laughing at their expressions.

“Ever heard of knocking?” you rolled your eyes, still trying to hold back more laughter.

“Whatever, lets go check it out, Minnie.”

You left the Homestead, and started out across the field.

“ Race ya” I said, and took of sprinting straight for the deadheads. You beat Minho by a landslide, and nearly fall over laughing when he trips over a log.

“Oh my god, guys, it’s beautiful!”

Yet Another time skip

At eight o’clock, you and Minho are huddled up in the bushes, eyes on the clearing. You’d just finished setting up the picnic, and had found the best viewing spot, right by the pond.

You sat there whispering as Newt and Jess wandered into the clearing. They were both clearly confused as to why there was a picnic set up when they were supposed to meet people.

You watched as Newt picked up the envelope with the letter you’d written.

Dear Jess and Newt,

As you can tell this is probably not what you expected. And yes, this is for you. Enjoy!

Minho and Y/N

Jessica’s POV

I should have known this was what she was up to. But it looked like a great feast, and I’m not one to pass up free food. I scanned everything on the ground and quickly realized they’d done British and American food for me and Newt. Typical Y/ N. She’s not really great at subtlety. I sat down across from Newt and popped a strawberry in my mouth. I smiled at Newt.

“Have you ever had a Chocolate Orange?” He asked me.

“No, what’s that?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. Try one!” He tossed a foil ball in my direction. I opened it to reveal a chocolate ball, shaped like, well, an orange.

“You break off a piece, like this” he demonstrated.

It was the same as an orange, just chocolate. I took a bite.

“Oh my god, why would someone do this to chocolate?” I said.

“You don’t like it?”

“British food is so weird!”

“I think you mean delicious”

“Here, try this.” I tossed him a can of Root Beer, and watched as he took a drink.

“Eurg, that’s disgusting!” He said while I laughed.

“I guess were just going to have to agree to disagree here.” I said, shaking my head.

“What on earth is this?” Newt asked me.

“Oh my gosh, that’s monkey bread! I love that stuff!”

Newt eyed it suspiciously, fair enough since I told him Root Beer was amazing(which it is).

I ripped of a chunk and tossed it to him. He caught it in his mouth, and I burst out laughing.

“I’m gonna have to put a request with Fry, this stuff’s amazing.”

“Hang on, get up.” I instructed. He obeyed, and his blonde hair flew around as he did in the breeze. His hair... he was so cute...

“What exactly am I doing,” He asked, snapping me out of my daydream.

“Hold on, hold on,” I said, standing up with the monkey bread.

“Okay, you ready?”

“Yeah!”

I tossed the monkey bread over the blanket, for him to catch. And he did. He was good at it, too. Then I started to go a little faster, and it got crazy.

“Don’t waste the monkey bread!”he cried.

Then I threw one up high. I didn’t think he’d catch it, but he did! And then....

Newt’s POV

I guess I got a little too ambitious catching flying bread. Jessica threw one high up, and a caught it! However, I then tripped over the bowl of drinks, and fell... right on top of Jessica. I blushed, staring into her eyes... she was so beautiful... and so perfect... if only she could love me back.

“Sorry, love...”

“Oh for shuck’s sake just kiss already!”came a voice that could only have been Minho’s, followed by a large splash that could also only have been Minho, followed by a “Do you ever shut up!?” YN. Definitely YN.

I looked back to Jessica. And I kissed her. Suddenly I pulled back.

“I-I’m Sorry-I shouldn’t have-“ she cut me off with another kiss. “Newt, I’ve been waiting for you to do that for 6 months”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“Sorry I kept you waiting, then. Now, I think there are a couple of shanks who need dealing with, who are possibly in the pond”

Your POV. Sort of.

You saw Newt fall on Jessica, holding your breath. They whispered a couple things, then Newt started to get up.

“Oh for shuck’s sake just kiss already!” shouted Minho as you shoved him into the pond.

“Do you ever shut up?” And they kissed. You squealed with delight, as Minho climbed out of the pond, drenched.

“Did I miss it?”

“You totally missed it.”

“Oh come on, YN” he whined.

“Oh shuck,” you squealed as Newt and Jess came running toward you.

“Run!” Luckily, the two of you were the fastest people in the Glade, so it wasn’t all that difficult for you to get away. They chased you into the field, though, where there were a ton of people still milling around. They stopped, still holding hands, and a million people bombarded them.

“Sooooo... Newt? Jess?” Fry. “What’s the story.” Newt looked at Jessica.

“Well? Jess? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Newt. Always.”

You shrieked with delight, and Minho lifted you on his shoulders to greet the Glade’s newest couple. You were so happy for your sister. So happy that she had finally got what she’d fantasized about since you all came up in the Box.

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Star Trek: Schism Chapter Two (Bones x Reader)

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Pairing: AOS Doctor Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader

Summary: Ever since the Academy, Bones has known that Lieutenant Commander Y/N Y/L/N was not the ordinary security chief. Something about her secretive, aloof nature and red-tape-coated files make him more than a little wary of her friendship. When the core of the Federation is shaken, she’ll have to cope as her friends realize that some secrets are better off buried in the past.

Warnings: Mentions of tense situations, (sarcastic) death threats, language, mentions of past trauma, verbal argument

A/N: I mentioned that this fic would contain some Wonder Woman influences, and this is where we see some of these start to be hinted at. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Star Trek: Schism

Chapter Two: Rogue Ambition

This was going to be it. Leonard couldn’t believe it. He was actually going to murder Jim. He never thought he would be pushed to the limit, but the second Jim blasted that Nibirilla off its feet, he knew Jim had crossed the line.

“Dammit, man!” he barked. “That was our ride! Where the hell is Y/L/N?!” If he was about to be chased on this god-forsaken alien planet, he was not going to do it without the one person charged with keeping all their limbs attached.

“I’m sure she’s right behind me!” Jim tugged on Bones’ arm to pull him along, “Just run!”

Leonard grumbled as he started to pick up his pace. Jim was not going to get away with almost killing the three of you if he had anything to say about it...at least with you effectively MIA, he could at least get away with it.

You furrowed your brow as you poked through the thick, red brush, trying to find that telltale patch of dirt. You were certain you had dropped off a file here at some point...was this one Carraya IV? It had been a while, you supposed, but you were certain it was here.

You smirked when you found the small mound you remembered creating and carefully brushed back the dust to reveal the PADD chip marked with the familiar bird-like logo.

Carraya IV, you decided. Definitely Carraya IV.

You plugged in the chip just as you heard a rustling through the trees, making you huff. Jim Kirk was a handful enough when you didn’t leave him unattended-- you should have known better than to leave him alone, in hindsight, but there was no way you could tell him about what you were doing.

It was classified, after all.

You tapped your foot impatiently as the file opened on your smuggled PADD. Sure, you were far, far away from Federation satellites, but you were certain you’d still had at least some performance speed upgrades enough to get this moving. Your fingers moved nimbly across the screen to enter the deletion command; you contained your surprise into a quirk of your eyebrow as Doctor McCoy spotted you in the bushes and stormed up to you.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, towering figure bolstered by his hands on his hips. “We’re running for our damned lives! How did you even get that down here?! What is that?”

“None of your business, McCoy,” you said, ejecting and crushing the chip under your boot once the deletion had completed. “It’s classified.”

He frowned disapprovingly, “Oh, sure, like it’s not a big deal that the damned security chief is in danger of busting up the Prime Directive like Jim’s face after Centauri VII!”

When you caught sight of the advancing Nibirans in the trees, you threw the doctor over your shoulder without much warning.

“We can discuss your concerns later, Doctor,” you said amicably as you broke into a hard run, “though I’d greatly appreciate it if you agreed to keep running.”

“If it means you put me down, I’ll be glad to!”

You loosened your arm just enough to allow McCoy to slid back to his feet and begin running just behind Jim, with you quickly speeding ahead of the both of them.

“I HATE THIS!!!” Leonard bellowed, pondering how unfair it was that you were just far enough away to not seem to feel in much danger-- you’d had a singularly focused expression on your face, seeming awfully indifferent for a near-death experience. Perhaps that was just how all you security types were.

“I know you do!” Jim shot back. He had been, Leonard saw, carrying some kind of scroll-- perhaps that was his way of drawing the Nibirans away from the Enterprise’s true purpose for being on Nibiru. The captain opened the scroll and hung it on a tree, stopping the pursuit, but that didn’t at all explain to Leonard why neither of his two companions had stopped running.

When he realized that they were headed for the rendez-vous, though, he let out a frustrated cry at just how they appeared to be headed towards it.

“Oh, no,” he shouted, “no, no, no, no!”

Regardless, he made the jump behind Jim’s aggressive leap and your elegant dive into the Nibiran sea below, each of you tearing off your heavy outer guises for the Starfleet-standard wetsuits underneath.

“See, Bones?” Jim tried to plaster a ‘please don’t kill me Bones’ smile on his face as the water drained from the antechamber on the Enterprise and the door to the ship opened. “That wasn’t so bad. Nobody’s hurt.”

“I guess you’re right,” he frowned, watching you start to wipe water off of your PADD and disappear down the corridor, nearly knocking Scotty over on your way out.

Your strange disappearance and how he’d found you seemed more than enough reason to finally bring up that little matter of your file. Once that damned volcano was stopped up, of course.

“Come in,” you called, casually leaning on the small, padded bench in your quarters. You didn’t have to look up; you already suspected that Dr. McCoy would have some questions for you.

“Just be honest with me, Y/N,” he crossed his arms as the door slid shut behind him. “I don’t wanna have to report you to Jim for suspected treason.”

“It wasn’t treason, Leonard,” you looked up. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic? Then how else can you explain that Federation technology sitting pretty on that undeveloped planet? You know the Prime Directive, Y/N. That was a risk of development interference.”

You pursed your lips, “Which, Jim violated, anyway.”

“Stop being so damn difficult,” he huffed. You could tell he was trying to keep his frustration at bay. “I don’t want to see you pushed dirtside because you know something that the higher-ups don’t.”

You smiled a little, “Aw, shucks, doc. I had no idea you wanted me around so bad.”

“Dammit, Y/N,” he rolled his eyes, accent thick at your flippant response. “You know what I meant. You’re just trying to be evasive.”

You took a breath, keeping your relaxed expression, “Leonard, trust me, this was not an unsanctioned expedition. I helped keep the Nibirans away from the volcano in case Spock couldn’t prevent the eruption, like we talked about, I just happened to be given a secondary assignment, which I also completed.”

McCoy furrowed his brow, “Secondary assignment? From who?”

“That’s classified,” you said simply.

“Classified, my eye!” he scoffed. “Your whole damn file is classified!”

In an instant, your attitude toward the doctor changed. Gone was your casual posture and simple, friendly smile. In your place was the same stone-faced, steel-eyed instructor he’d faced during Basic Training 2-817.

“Doctor McCoy,” you said firmly. “I don’t appreciate you poking around my file. There’s absolutely nothing in there that pertains to your field of work here on the Enterprise.”

“Excuse me?” his eyebrows quirked. “I’m the chief medical officer on this ship! Your file is supposed to contain information on your medical and physical history, and when I can’t read it, there’s a problem! What if something happened to you?”

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you insisted. “That information is classified, admiral or higher access only, for a damn reason. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stick your nose where it didn’t belong and stopped being so stubborn about it.”

“Like you were so hesitant to leaf through my file, or any of ours! How are we supposed to trust each other if we can’t tell each other things? That is what colleagues are supposed to do, you know!”

“Simple,” you shrugged. “You let this whole thing go and trust me. I wouldn’t let you or any of your medical staff near me at all if I didn’t do the same for you.”

Leonard wanted so much to fight you on this. It wasn’t that unreasonable to ask for the CMO to be able to read the medical needs of one of the crew. Was he being a bit of a stubborn ass? Maybe, but only out of concern, and not entirely for you at this point.

He was jolted from his thoughts when you steered him toward your door.

“Take my advice, Doctor McCoy,” you said, ice lacing your words as you stared him down with firm disapproval. “Classified things are kept behind walls for a reason. Don’t go trying to knock them down…you’ll live longer.”

Your door slid shut with a finalizing swoosh. He stood there for a moment, questioning what you could possibly mean, before he headed back towards the medbay for the trip back to San Francisco.

There was something ominous about all this secrecy, and if your words were right, it was putting the crew at risk.

He needed to know what you had been looking at on Nibiru, and he needed to know just how much trouble you’d all be in for it.

You kept your expression positively neutral as you sat across from Admiral Pike. He looked over the separate report you had written on the Nibiru mission, though he wasn’t reading much about the volcanic incident.

“So you deleted the Carraya file,” he said bluntly.

“And destroyed the hard chip,” you nodded. “That should be the last of all my old reports.”

He sighed, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should share your approval of the assignment’s completion. You tilted your head as he leaned on the arm of his hoverchair.

“Sir? Is everything alright?”

“Y/N,” he said. “I can understand your...aversion to these files still being out there. I know you were eager to transfer to Starfleet’s main division.”

“I know,” you nodded. “It’s only logical to get rid of as many of those mission reports as possible. We don’t need them anymore, anyway. Admiral Marcus authorized-”

“Which is wonderful,” Pike said. “I’m glad you have the opportunity to start your own path...but don’t you think it’s a little detrimental?”

“Sir?”

Pike looked out his window, lost in thought. “You have a lot of dirt out there, Y/L/N. Lots of ghosts. But you know ghosts don’t become a problem unless they’re disturbed. We never asked you to do this...no one is asking you to dig all this back up for termination. I’m worried that this process of destroying these reports will destroy you in the process.”

“It’s fine, now,” you assured him. “Carraya was the last one, and it’s gone. All my ghosts can be laid to rest.”

He didn’t look like he believed you in the slightest, and that was what worried you.

“Is something wrong, Admiral?”

Pike’s normally confident gaze looked troubled as it turned on you, “Archanis. The Archanis file is unaccounted for.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I see,” you steeled yourself into not running out and throwing up. “...Are you positive? That one was kept-”

“-in the Themyscira Zone, I know,” he said. “Themyscira has been compromised, Y/N. There was an attack in London today...beneath the Kelvin Museum.”

In spite of the sudden wave of grief that hit you, you showed no emotion on your face.

“Ah. ...Any word about-”

“Dead. All dead,” Pike kept his eyes on his desk as he shook his head. “Every last one of them, and Archanis was left unaccounted for in the wreckage.”

“Will there be a directive to search for it?” you asked. “...Will I be asked to leave the Enterprise?”

“No,” Pike looked at his clock and directed his hoverchair around the desk, prompting you to stand. “No, Marcus hasn’t discussed it with us yet. I’ll keep you posted, if he decides to leave you out of it. I have another appointment, so we’ll have to discuss it later if you’d like more information.”

“Of course,” you nodded as Pike opened the door for you, waiting in the threshold as you backed out of it. “Thank you, Admiral. I’ll stay in touch.”

“Hey, Y/L/N,” Jim waved as he and Spock approached Pike’s office. “Doing okay?”

“I’m well, Captain,” you said. “Have fun in your meeting, boys.”

You held your dress uniform hat tightly in your hands until you left the building, counting your steps as you walked. You were surprised to see Leonard waiting on a bench just outside.

Leonard picked up his pace just so in order to reach the young ensign.

“Mr. Chekov,” he asked, catching the young man’s attention, “may I ask you something?”

“Of course, Doctor,” the Russian nodded, stalling his pace and facing the older man. “What is the issue?”

Chekov may have made an excellent bright-eyed young navigator, but very few among the majority of the crew knew of his expertise and tactics, as well. It was common knowledge for you to be seen chatting with the younger officer, falling into step in a sibling-like arrangement of coffees on stations and gentle reminders to avoid troublemaking ensigns.

If anyone on that ship knew what your deal was, it would be him.

“I wanted to talk to you about Lieutenant Commander Y/L/N,” he ventured carefully.

Pavel nodded, curls bouncing, “Yes, she told me that you two had...a conversation.”

“Conversation might be putting it lightly, kid,” Leonard mumbled, mostly to himself. “I was just wondering-”

“I’m sure it will not be too difficult to gain her forgiveness,” the young blond suggested. “She is fond of you, you know. You both seem to have a...how you say...spunk about you.”

Leonard was caught off-guard, “What- No, that wasn’t what I meant. I mean, yeah, I wanna patch things up, but I actually meant-”

“You know, when in doubt, my father always said that vodka is the best way to mend a-”

“I’m not asking about her taste in liquor, kid,” McCoy huffed, “I just want to know what her deal is about anything that has to do with her damned career history!”

Chekov sobered-- so he was aware, at least partially. McCoy wasn’t able to glean from the ensign’s troubled puppy eyes exactly what he meant, but whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant.

“Miss Y/L/N has...very much compassion for all of us, you know?” Chekov measured his words carefully, “She has said she would do anything to keep us safe. I do not know what she is trying to keep from us, but I have asked her about it before, and if she would rather keep it private, I see no reason to press for access. It has not gotten in the way of your medical procedures?”

“No, but-”

“Then the best way to earn her forgiveness, I think, is to respect her privacy,” Chekov said. “She has already proven herself to Starfleet as a capable protector and security officer. Why push so hard to take away what she views as necessary to protect us?”

McCoy receded into his own thoughts as the ensign headed off towards the engineering buildings; he hadn’t seen it that way at all. Where she had seen necessary precaution, he had seen a rogue operative...and now he’d possibly lost her friendship over his own bull-headedness.

Great job, McCoy, he thought bitterly. That’s the second woman you’ve fucked up interacting with in the last five years.

He saw a chance at redemption, though, when he spotted you coming out of the administration building, clutching your hat in front of you and having the distinct expression of being the witness to a particularly malevolent ghost.

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galesautismdiagnosis · 3 years

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you know what? i wrote it so now you all have to read it

shiina/nick meet cute time BABY feat shiina’s original name

Snow coats Diamond City and her hands are tacky with Jules’ blood.

Shoving them into the pockets of the giant, ratty car coat she’d nicked off a trader in Bunker Hill, she tries to drift with the tide of residents.

Tries being the operative word. The weight of a thousand eyes pushing her to hustle to her destination. She doesn’t stop until she’s under the soft, pink glow of a neon sign.

Balling her fist in her sleeve, she knocks once. Twice. Three times.

When the old, beat up looking gen 2 opens the door, his shock is quite obvious. She can see it in how he startles, the wideness of his eyes, his mouth hanging open.

It doesn’t matter. Her lips curve into a small smile, “Are-Are you the detective?”

She hopes she doesn’t look scared. Or, nervous. Or, guilty.

Even as the gen 2 attempts to sober himself, his movements are laced with uncertainty, “Yes, I am.”

A beat.

An internal alert reminds her that prolonged exposure to the cold and snow may cause her joints to freeze.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh.” He says, rattling with nervous laughter. “Of course. Come on in.”

The office is dingy, just like the rest of the wasteland. Standing awkwardly behind the closed doorway, wondering what she should do.

The gen 2 plucks a cigarette out of a small box and lights it. Taking a long drag, he sits at a desk close to the doorway.

“You can take off your coat. Rack’s to your left.”

Hesitating, she almost doesn’t do it. A quick glance shows that he’s watching her. She shucks the coat off, uncovering her dirty, stained Institute skivvies.

The gen 2’s eyes scan her uniform, flicking between both her bloodstained hands. He takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Park yourself right here, sister.”

Another alert, warning that the chemical composition of the smoke may clog her pulmonary vents.

“I suppose some introductions are in order. The name’s Nick Valentine. I’m a private detective, but I think you knew that. ...And you are?”

“Hadaly.” She’s never liked it. It’s never felt like her name. Now, it just leaves her with a bad taste, foul and sulfuric. Like ashes in her mouth.

“Hadaly.” Nick repeats. “Well, Hadaly, what’s got you doin’ figure-eights in my office?”

Again, his eyes flick towards her hands, balled into fists and leaving rust colored stains on her lap.

“She’s dead.”

He leans forward on his desk, looking her in the eyes. “Whose dead?”

“Jules.” She chokes out. She wants to close her eyes, to not look at him. The fear of what she’ll see if she does kills that desire dead.

Nick doesn’t speak, just waits for her to continue. She does.

“I didn’t kill her.” It feels like a lie, it sounds like a lie.

“I was supposed to watch her. There was--” She pulls from the cigarette, sits with the smoke in her artificial lungs for a moment. The smoke billows around her when she decides to speak again, “--an accident. The building collapsed.

“I couldn’t get her out. I should’ve called for help. But I didn’t.” The dam breaks, then. The lubricant that passes as tears flows like twin rivers. “I didn’t! I just sat there and did nothing until she died! Oh God, I let her die--”

Sobs wrack her body. Her hands move to cover her face, dropping the cigarette. Another alert chimes as it burns through her pants to the polymer skin of her thigh. It goes ignored.

Nick reaches over, grabbing the cigarette before putting it out on a nearby ashtray. Handing her a tissue, he waits until her sobs subside into small hiccups and sniffles.

“What do you want to do?”

She stares at him, confused. “W-what...?”

He leans back in his chair, “There doesn’t seem like much I can do here for you. I’m a detective, not a doctor. I guess what I’m askin’ you is: Why are you here?”

“I can’t go back.”

“To the Institute.”

She nods again, dumbly. “I heard there was a synth here. I thought that--I didn’t think. I just came here.”

Nick’s mouth is set in a grim line, “Do you have a place to stay? Know anywhere to go?”

She shakes her head. He sighs.

“Well, look here. Business has been picking up. Lotta people go missing or get killed out there. You understand. I’ve been needing some help around here. ...Do you get what I’m saying?”

All she can offer is a blank stare. He sighs, again. “You can stay here, as long as you help out. That sound alright to you?”

“You...believe me?”

“From what you say; it doesn’t seem like you’re the one who did her in. Or, anyone. It was an accident, right?”

She nods. It still feels like a lie.

“I’m offering you a place to stay and a job. To get you on your feet. It’s hard living out here as a synth--” He stops suddenly, mouth open. “How did you get them to let you in, anyway?”

He motions at her. The skin’s been stripped off several fingers on his right hand, the metal endoskeleton glinting in the light. “I mean, you pass for human just about as well as I do.”

Looking down, she wrings her hands, “I told them I knew you.”

Chuckling, he takes another pull of his cigarette, “Smart move. So, what do you say? Partners?”

She looks back up at Nick, still laughing to himself. Studying him for a moment, weighing her options.

Option.

There are no forking roads here. Only a dark, dank tunnel. And, at the end, a rosy glimmer, like an old neon sign.

When Nick looks back at her, his nearly finished cigarette dangling between his skeletal fingers; she is resolute.

“Partners.”

#mine #text #fo4 /#c: shiina #my dad the dick #milk writes sometimes #if you'd like to critique something or make a suggestion on how this can be better #i would appreciate it

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ladyemberswrites · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: God of War Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Faye/Kratos (God of War) Characters: Faye (God of War), Atreus (God of War), Kratos (God of War), Baldur Additional Tags: If Faye Live Au, Baldur has a lot of mommy issues, also he has a thing for strangling women, Faye is a ragamuffin, I kind of picture as half wild child but at the same time very wise beyond her years, she prefers to fight barehanded, I love me some soft husband kratos, Kratos has to hold her back sometimes Series: Part 2 of Faye Lives Au Summary:

Faye did not feel good, she did not feel good at all. Something was wrong, very, very horribly wrong. These past few days were rough with weariness, and a strange feeling of ominous clutched at heart. Her heart would race at every noise, clank, or animal scurrying around through the forest. The nights had kept her wide awake, her eyes darting, back and forth at every corner. She wouldn’t let Atreus far from her sight, as the days grew longer.

Faye did not feel good, she did not feel good at all. Something was wrong, very, very horribly wrong.

These past few days were rough with weariness, and a strange feeling of ominousness clutched at heart.

Her heart would race at every noise, clank, or animal scurrying around through the forest. The nights had kept her wide awake, her eyes darting, back and forth at every corner. It got worse, to the point where she wouldn’t let Atreus far from her sight, as the days grew longer.

“Aw, how come?”

She didn’t have the answer for why-but, she didn’t want to scare her child “the forest is amiss.”

“A miss, like something bad?” she tries her best smile down at him.

“No. Not quite. However, I rather be safe than sorry. So, no wandering until I say so.” He was dejected, she knew, she hated spoiling his fun, his thirst for exploration. But, she rather have her son alive, and in one piece, and until this feeling pass, she wouldn’t let him out her sights.

So, she hoped it was just a feeling, just a silly old feeling, but it got worse by the week, to where she even made sure Kratos didn’t wander too far from home. And that by far wasn’t the worst of her worries, there was something entirely much smaller one at present, and she hadn’t a faintest clue what to do.

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It was midafternoon, Atreus was busying himself with updating his journal, one that she had given to him for his recent birthday. He was far, from her leaning against one her enchanted trees. She was sitting upon the ground, her bare toes digging in the earth, and snow. Her head buried into knees. She was tired, so very tired. She desperately wanted to sleep, but she couldn’t.

“Faye.” She heard their front door open.

“Mhh.” she drew into herself a bit more.

“Faye?”

She heard the door close. Her husband’s hand big and warm settled onto her shoulder.

“Faye, we need to talk.” Faye felt herself snort beside herself. It was usually the other way around.

“Yes.” She peaked up to her husband’s searching gaze.

“You have not been well lately.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t sure how-to response to her rather apathetic answer. To him Faye was anything, but apathetic. She was loud, she was proud, and passionate. But, lately it seems she had lost her vigor. She seemed startled by every little thing. She would toss, and turn during the night, or she would just randomly get up, checking on Atreus, not strange in the least, she would draw up his covers, brush her fingers through his hair, and kiss his check. Normally she would crawl back into bed, but she didn’t. she poked at the fire before retreating to get more wood. On any other day, she would nudge him awake to do it. It was like she was doing it as any excuse to stay awake. He watched her scurry back, she fell onto her hunches, feeding the fading flames. He couldn’t make out her expression from looking over his shoulder. Her gaze wandered over the room, carefully checking everything. She got up, and left his field of view, but heard her jangle the lock of the door, and windows before she went back to sitting next to the fire. It was all very odd.

“Tell me, what is wrong?” his voice was low, as to not alert their son, however it seemed he was far too engrossed in his journal lodging than he was about his parents. Something both were grateful for, at the moment.

“Have I done something to upset you?”

“What! No. No. why would you think that?” she vehemently shook her head at his assumption. “It’s nothing you’ve done. I – I am not well.”

“Why?”

“I-I don’t know.” Well, partly she did now, but she wasn’t ready to reveal that little detail just, yet. She needed to be absolutely sure.

“Faye, you haven’t been yourself, as of late. You barely sleep, let alone eat. You nearly fall in hysterics if either Atreus or I so, much as leave your line of sight. Even, the boy is starting to notice.” She felt guilt swallow her whole. She expected her Husband to pick on it, despite his cold demeanor, he was observant, she knew she couldn’t hide her distress from him for very long, but she had hoped Atreus wouldn’t notice, and would have just shrugged it off, as his mother being slightly overprotective.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of creaking wood, and Kratos watched his wife nearly jumped straight out her own skin. Her eyes snapped towards their house, it was just the wind. It was just the wind.

However, this time Kratos had pulled her towards him, gripping her shoulders tightly, forcing her to look up at him. “Faye, what is wrong. This isn’t like you?”

“I -

“ I’m here, Faye.” He squeezed her tighter “Tell me.” His eyes were soft, his voice gentle, as she felt his fingers caress her bare shoulders. He was watching her with concern, and she had never felt safer, more secure. “Kratos, something-something feels wrong.”

“Wrong? Wrong how?”

“Like something bad is going to happen.” She sighs “Maybe I’m being silly. I’m just terrified something might happen to our son, or you.” She sniffs, wiping her nose with back of her palm.

Kratos didn’t say anything, he just listened closely to her ramblings, before he pulled her closer, resting her head against his chest, running his large fingers through her storm of long red, hair. He kissed the top of her head. “ It’s going to be alright.” It was strange to hear, words of optimism coming from Kratos of all people, but it wasn’t unwelcomed.

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She didn’t want him to go, but they were running low on meat. He reassured her that he would be fine, and would not travel too far from the house, and that he would try his best to only be gone the entire day. It didn’t comfort her in least, but it was better than week.

She kissed him goodbye, while Atreus gagged at the scene. Kratos placed his hand on top his son’s head, and told him to behave, and not to give his mother trouble. Not that he did, Atreus was good child, though rather-sarcastic in his ways, he was obedient, and did his best to help around the home, despite his recurring illness.

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The morning was filled with the tedious errand of weeding the garden, but the good news was that many of their corps were ripe for the picking. So, their morning ebbed away, cleaning, and shucking, and storing their corps for the winter that was soon approaching. Though, from the corner of her eye she could see Atreus peeking up at her often, his eyes wrought with worry. He did his best to try and lift the heavy stuff for her, though she declined his offer most of time, reassuring him that she was going to be fine. But, that didn’t stop him from trying. Afterwards, they went to gather fresh water, the river wasn’t far from the house, but she insisted that they stuck together. She could still sense her boy’s worry for her, she did her best to distract him one her stories, which he was all too happy to listen too.

Much to her mortification that day went by without a hitch. Maybe she was being silly, maybe she was fretting over nothing. However, she wouldn’t be completely free of fear until she saw her husband safe and sound. Maybe, just maybe things will be alright for a change.

On their way back, a vase of fresh water in hand they made their way home with sun dancing right in the middle of sky, when she had heard a roar. A roar of a dragon. Puzzled, she hadn’t seen dragons in these parts of woods. A cold chill traveled down her spin. They were a few steps from their home.

“What was that?” Atreus wondered out loud, his eyes scanning the skies.

“Atreus. Come, we need to get inside!”

“Why? What’s wrong, mom?”

“I don’t know. But, we need to get inside, quickly!”

“Hold it, right there!” a voice shouted from behind them. Nonononononono. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. She dropped the vase, her head slowly turning towards the direction of owner of the voice. Atreus was already clinging to her. The stranger wandered out the woods, his eyes looking like that of a mix of annoyance, and boredom. His eyes scanned the through the trees, and over to their home before settling them back on her and Atreus.

~ Well, this isn’t what I was expecting! ~ it was unknown to her if he was talking to them, or himself. More likely himself.

“Mom.” Atreus yanked her robes “do you know that guy.”

“Shhshh.” She planted a finger to her lips. Her son nods, keeping close, eyeing the man wearily.

~ I asked a question, you’re not answering! ~

“Who are you, and what do you want!” please, please she begged. Don’t be what think it is. But, she knew why he was here. Though, the only silver lining was that she wasn’t sure if he knew who she was, or what exactly, he was looking for.

~ Ah. Ah. I’m that one who should be asking you that question~ he crossed his arms, bare all his weight on this right foot.

She snorts loudly “You come to my home, demanding who I am. Has anyone taught your manners!”

~ Ohhh. Feisty. I like that in a woman~ the stranger strokes his beard thoughtfully, eyeing her up and down.

She scoffs at his eyeballing.

~ But, unfortunately, I didn’t come here to sight see, I’m afraid. ~

“Really, what a shame. But, if your done with your “Sightseeing” I suggest you leave. You are not welcomed here. So, leave me, and my child be. We do not have what you seek.”

~ I’m afraid I can’t do that ~ he strides closer, Faye walks two steps back with Atreus in tow.

~I think your hiding something ~

“Think what you will.” she snapped.

~ Oh, believe me I do ~ he stalked closer, and closer.

“Atreus, get inside.”

But- “

“ Inside.” Reluctantly, the boy detangled his fingers from her clothing, he wanted to protest, but he hadn’t the means of which to defend his mother, or himself, so he did as he was told. He ran inside, and slammed the door shut. However, he stayed put by the door, his heart hammering in his chest, and one eye able to peek out from one of the holes that adorn the front door. His palms were sticky with sweat, his breathe labored. He coughed into his hand.

The stranger was now in front her, a foot apart. Her nose wrinkled, he smelled of mead, and ale. Maybe that was way acted as if he were drunk.

~I thought you would be bigger~ he leans back a bit, Faye scowls, he was barely taller than her, perhaps by a foot, not mention he seemed quite skinny, for a man his age. However, she would not overestimate him.

He snatched her arm yanking her closer, she didn’t struggle. Faye narrowed her eyes, inhaling through nose. ~Odin’s been looking for you, my dear. ~

“I know not what you speak off.”

“Were playing coy, are we.”

“I am not playing coy, I have nothing to hide, I am not who you seek.”

He chuckles darkly ~ I think your hiding plenty. ~ his face inches closer, until his cold breath is brushing against her face. She sneers in disgust.

~ Perhaps you need an incentive. ~ his icy colored eyes, peer at the entrance of her home. All her patience shrunk, without another thought, without another hesitation her arm struck out, slamming her fist into the center of the stranger’s face, dislodging his grasp on her upper arm, and flinging him a couple of feet in air causing him to plummet into the ground. He groaned loudly, shaking his head from the impact, his fingers digging into dirt.

~ It seems that your bark, is just as painful as your bite.” He laughs, amused.

“You. Wil. Stay. Away. From. My. Son! she seethed through clenched teeth “Now, leave!”

~ Like I said before, I can’t do that. ~ He stood back up wiping the blood from his nose, and split lip. Ashame. She must be out of practice, she wanted to cave his skull in. His blatant haughtiness irked her to no end.

“You can, and you will. I will spare you mercy, if you leave!”

~ Unfortunately, for you I don’t mind a struggle ~ like a flash of light, she barely caught it on time, he launched himself towards her aiming for her face, she was able to ram her heel out slamming it right into his lower stomach, in the nick of time, in attempt to fling him backwards, but just her luck he expected it, and dug his heels deep into the earth, to keep from flying backwards. He tossed himself forward, tackling her to cold, floor, he tried to wrap his hands around her neck, but she swung her elbow into the side of his jaw, hard enough that a tooth soared out his mouth. Not the least bit phased, he changed tactics, and decided to go for her face again. She blocked hastily, but the impact nearly knocked the wind out her, quickly she wrapped her legs around his waist.

~ getting frisky, are we.” She spat in his face in response, flipping him over, and nailing her knee right into his cotch. She moved away from him as far as she could

~ Now, that was low blow~ she didn’t bother to answer him. Her mind was at a loss on what do. Her thoughts were racing. What to do? What to do? If her speculation about her condition were true, then she cannot fully engage in battle, secondly, if this is who she assumes he is, then victory was far, far from her grasp. No not victory, escape, she needed to escape, she needed to get Atreus and escape. First thing, first she need to get him away from their home.

He moved towards the house again, all thought, and reason left her, as she launched her on top him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, he sputtered, and swayed trying to dislodge her, but Faye would have none it.

~ Your surprisingly heavy for a woman of your size~

Leave! My! Son! Alone! I will not repeat myself again! Baldur!

~ Oh, so you do know me. ~ he bent backwards, slamming her back into the ground, she grunted, as a low throbbing started in her back, her hold tightens.

~ Get. Off! ~ Baldur hissed.

“Then, Leave!” she bellows in his ear.

~ Not happening! ~ his hands grasp her wrist, he squeezes them forcefully, squeezing, and squeezing, she can her bones strain under his strength. She does not let go.

Suddenly, her world goes black, as the Aseir bucks his head with lighting speed against her face. She can taste her own blood, he does it again, and again until there’s a chink in her hold. She throws her off, this time she rams her whole body into his, knocking him off center, and slamming her foot in his blasted face. He doubles over. This time she runs Atreus, Atreus, Atreus. Her child the centerfold of her desperation, she nearly reaches the door, her feet were wiped from under her, she turns quickly, landing on her side, she hisses at impact. Bauldr flings her away from her door, her arms instinctively wrap around her midsection, as she hit one of her trees. Ah! She inhales through clench teeth to ward off the burst of pain. This time instead of going after her son, he’s kneeling in front of her. His expression has changed, from complete boredom, to something she couldn’t quite discern. His calloused fingers reach out, and tip her head back.

~ Tell me, woman why all the effort, for that defenseless brat, well not that it would matter once Odin gets his hands on you~ she growled at him.

“A mother would do anything to protect her child!” he paused for moment, as if what she had said had come alive and stung him.

~ A mother knows best, huh ~ his voice goes dangerously quiet. She eyes him carefully. ~ A mother knows best.” He whispers “Even if that means stripping you of everything, taking everything from you. ~ she hadn’t the faintest clue what he was rambling about, but she didn’t dare move. ~ even if that means forcing you live a meager existence, unable to feel nothing! Mother knows best! What do you know, woman! ~ apparently, she had touched a nerve- his hands grasped her throat, she choked, instinctively her hands clawed at his arms. He pulled her off, the ground, slamming her into the tree, some leaves fluttered about, and bark chipped, and scraped against her bare skin.

~ I promised daddy, I would bring you home alive, but he was exactly specific about what state you had to been in. ~

“You are a coward.”

~ I’m the coward, me ~ he gestured towards himself “I’m not the one hiding in the middle of nowhere~

“Some leader you are, Laufaye the Just, what a joke, no wonder your people are nothing, but plant fertilizer, these days.”

She spat in his face again. This time it enraged him, the pressured increased, white spots fluttered about her eyes. She ripped his skin, and flesh, in desperation, however, she was only met with cruel laughter. Her lungs burned, and failed like a fish out of water. She gritted her teeth, and screwed her eyes shut, it felt like days, were passing in pure, agony, but the pressure was suddenly ripped from her, and air made its way back into lungs in such a rush in made her head spin, and stomach quake.

“FAYE!” Kratos. In the blink of an eye, Baldur’s fowl face was replaced with that her husband’s terrified one. She had never she Kratos so, scared, so fragile, as he checked her for serious injuries.

“Mom! Mom! Mom! Are you okay, I was, so scared!” Atreus’ tiny arms enveloped himself around her, he was coughing, loudly.

“ Atreus, let your mother breathe.” He admonished softly.

“ Oh, Sorry.” He releases his hold.” Both her husband, and son’s hand are braced on either side of her shoulders. Her eyes dart around, until she found a Baldur shaped crater within a mountain of rock adjacent their home.

She places her hands on her throat, checking, there were no hands there anymore. However, relief was the furthest thing from her mind.

Her gaze met her husband’s “Leave. We need to leave!”

“Do you know that man?”

“ Yes, and no. He is dangerous. He’s a god, a Aseir god!

“A god?” Kratos seemed startled, he leered over at the Baldur shaped crater. The man hadn’t reappeared, yet.

“A god, you mean like father, a real god, an actually Aseir god. What does he want with us!?”

Faye shook, it was hard to swallow. “ Kratos, we need to leave. If Baldur is here, who knows who else will show up.”

He snaps out of his daze, his previous state of freight has all, but disappeared.

Can you walk, Faye?”

She tries to stand, but her feet wobble, he snatches her up with much effort. He makes one glance towards the Baldur shaped crater before, gesturing for Atreus to climb on his back. They made their way to one of their boats, and either family member turned to look back.

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The Forging of the Wolf, Chapter 6

Aedion’s saga continues. Read Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Mild trigger warning for mention of suicidal thoughts.

Aedion paused at the edge of the training field and knelt stiffly to fiddle with his boot. Not that he could do much to fix it with one hand. The morning had passed in a blur, and Raedan had been spectacular. He wondered vaguely how Raedan had come up with the perfect story for his bruised face, but the silly tale of breaking into the kitchens and stealing ale worked, not least because it was something every boy there had done at least once before. And combining ale with the sleeping draft from the healer probably would have been a bad idea that may well have led to him passing out and smashing his face against the doorjamb and the stoop.

An added bonus was that being hungover was a realistic reason for him to have immediately turned and vomited his guts out when he caught the scent of one of the other boys’ morning release. And for him barely being able to manage breakfast at all.

But now Raedan was off for his morning of kitchen duty, and Aedion was here facing down the men he trained with. He took one deep breath, then another. Pushing the heels of his hands into his thighs, he was just about to rise when a voice behind him said his name. He surged to his feet, cursing himself for not having heard the approach, and whipped around to see the brown-eyed officer who had complimented him after the fight. Pulling himself together, he gave the small bow of protocol and waited.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle - good gracious, son, what happened to you?”

Aedion gave as cocky a grin as he could manage. “Oh, I, uh, took a sleeping draft from the healer last night. I didn’t realize how quickly it would work. I don’t remember too much but apparently I went down like a sack of grain in the doorway and hit my head on the doorjamb.”

The man looked skeptical. “Really? A sleeping draft?”

His smile turning sheepish, Aedion added, “There may have also been some ale involved…”

The man gave a wry chuckle and shook his head. “Well, anyway, I’ve been looking for you. I’d like you to come with me for the morning.” His voice and aspect were pleasant, and he smelled clean, but still Aedion’s muscles locked up. He glanced across the field now with longing. “It’s okay,” the other man said, misinterpreting his look. “Lieutenant Dale has already been advised that you and a few of the other men will be missing training today.”

The knowledge that he would not be facing the officers alone unfroze him, and he nodded and fell into step. As they walked, the man introduced himself as Corporal Taber from Anielle. They ended up back in the dining hall, breakfast being over, and he was relieved to see Torr and Cobden, boys from his barracks, among the men gathered. The rest were all among the younger set of experienced soldiers who had fought against Terrasen, and Aedion knew them by sight but not name. They all nodded tightly at each other, and then the officer called for them all to take their seats.

What followed was a session on training strategy that brought Aedion back to his weekly meetings with Rhoe. Corporal Taber was bright, warm, and engaging, and Aedion soon found himself falling into his old habit of asking questions and debating finer points. The other men joined in, and soon there was a lively discussion such as he had not witnessed since Orynth. After an hour or so, the door to the hall opened and two people entered. He ignored them, caught up in the question one of the young men, Litton, was asking, when abruptly he smelled that peculiar metal scent. His heart stopped, then ratcheted up to a pace that made him breathless. When he heard them take a seat, and another, warm human smell hit him, he was able to follow that second scent out of the threatening panic. Logic spoke up then, reminding him that Malins was hardly going to attack him here in front of everyone, and with an effort he drew his focus back to the conversation.

***** It was an effort for Taber to not focus overmuch on the boy. Despite the fact that he had to be feeling like shit, he was the most animated of the prospects, excelling on drawing the others in. Between the ferocity and skill of the fight yesterday and blatant intelligence he was displaying today, this Ashryver prince was like no one the corporal had ever seen in his eighteen years of being an officer. If he proved half as adept as he appeared, he’d be a general by twenty - unheard of in Adarlan.

Taber had a hard time believing Aedion’s story about the sleeping draft. While those things could knock out a horse, especially if mixed with ale, the careful way he moved indicated further injuries than just the bruises on his face. Grimly, he remembered the vicious look that Balam man had given Aedion following the dressing-down he received from Lieutenant Dale and wondered. Not that the prick could have handled the boy on his own, but if he gathered a few of his friends and ambushed him…

Malins and Sanburne entered silently about halfway through the scheduled session, seating themselves unobtrusively by the door behind the table to observe. Taber didn’t acknowledge them, not wanting to disrupt the rapport building among the recruits. He couldn’t help but see, though, Aedion freeze when he somehow heard the men and realized who had joined them. A flicker of panic touched those bizarre eyes and every muscle went rigid for a moment before he shook himself and re-entered the conversation as if nothing had happened. Taber’s eyes flicked to his colleagues and recognized with a sinking feeling in his gut the look of triumph in Malins’ black eyes.

Not Balam, then. Malins. And he knew - they all knew - what Malins did to men he deemed insubordinate.

*****

Staggering with exhaustion, Delaney nearly wept with relief when she saw the rundown old barn in the field. She had run all night and half the morning through the woods, stumbling over fallen logs and rocks, slipping on wet leaves. It was her first time away from the fort since she had been a small child, and she had no idea where it was in relation to anything in Adarlan. All she knew was Aedion’s directive: go north to the river crossing. Thankfully she’d been around soldiers enough she had learned how to tell direction by the stars, such as she could see through the trees. Not long after dawn, the forest had thinned and she had skimmed along the edge, staying out of sight of any houses or roads, scanning for a safe place to rest. The barn door had rotted out, so she just crawled through the hole rather than opening it. Dragging herself up the ladder into the loft, she collapsed onto the pile of musty hay and was lost to sleep within seconds.

The sun was nearing the horizon when she awoke, chilled and wracked with thirst. In the light that filtered through the broken wood, she opened the satchel for the first time and sorted through it. She was startled to find clothes in her size, black lambswool pants like the stable boys wore; a linen tunic from the kitchen maids, and a heavy cream sweater. Two sets of socks. Ladies’ underthings. When Aedion had said there were clothes in there she had expected to be swimming in stuff sized for his freakish frame, but clearly this pack was meant for her. She wondered when he had hidden it. Digging deeper, she found a water skin and numerous small packets of dried meat, nuts, and crackers. The provisions they gave the boys when they practiced scouting. How long had he been holding his rations back? This was weeks’ worth, and enough to last her at least a few days if she found nothing else. A small coil of rope, another of fine wire, a flint, and a knife made up the rest of it.

Shucking her filthy dress, she hurriedly put on the clean, warm clothes. In the pocket of the pants she found a folded paper - a map, remarkably well-drawn, of Adarlan and Terrasen. And on the back, a note in his strong hand. The note seemed mostly nonsense - some story about fire. She suspected it was not intended for her.

What was he doing now, her lion-hearted friend? What had her sisters thought when she hadn’t come home? Raedan would take care of them as best he could, but he was in the barracks and always training or working now. Her mother… But there was no time to think of any of that now, she needed to find a source of fresh water before it grew dark. Tucking the map away she crept down the ladder and back through the hole in the door. If there was a farm, there must be water near by, and sure enough, she found a clean spring that led to a small stream right on the edge of the woods. She scooped water frantically into her mouth before filling the skin, then settling on a log and chewing on a strip of dried beef. Pulling the map back out of her pocket, she studied it in the failing light. The most direct path north would keep her away from what she guessed were mountains inked along the western edge, but would also take her out of the protection of the woods at some point. She debated the merits of staying more hidden versus speed. She didn’t know how far she had gone, but doubted she had gotten more than a few miles from the camp. Finishing the beef and more water, she smacked the map against her leg and stood, her decision made. She began picking her way carefully along the edge of the woods, the fields just visible to her right, as she put more miles between herself and those who might try to follow. In another few days she would shift her course, hoping the increased speed from traveling across fields would make up for the visibility. As the waxing crescent rose, she thought again of her sisters, their hopeful faces and ready laughter, and prayed to the forsaking gods that she had not saved herself only to doom the girls.

*****

Days passed in an unfamiliar mixture of slow haze and sharp clarity. Most of the time, he felt like a fly caught in sap, slowly drowning while watching the world pass around him. Then a brief spell of clarity would hit, and he would rise into himself for a few minutes before getting sucked back down.

He was snapped out of his stupor for a little while at dinner the first night, when he saw Avis and Maida sitting silently at the table with downcast eyes. He set his food down and slid into his usual seat. Avis looked up at him, a flicker of hope dashing across her face. “Do you know where Delaney is?” Shaking his head, he shifted so he was sitting sideways and opened his arms. Maida ran around the table and flung herself in his lap, and he wrapped one arm around her and tucked her into his chest. Avis followed more slowly and stopped before reaching him. Crossing her arms, she glared at him suspiciously. “Men came. Men I didn’t know came and asked about her, and then she didn’t come home.”

Aedion closed his eyes for a second to hide the guilt. He hadn’t even considered what sending Delaney away would do to her sisters, his only thought had been to get her to safety. “I don’t know where she is, honey,” he replied carefully. “I do know that she’s smart, too smart to get in trouble. So if I had to bet, I’d bet that she’s somewhere safe.” Avis stepped closer to his extended arm, and he encircled her and pulled her in so she could lean on him. “Delaney would never leave you two without a good reason, you know that.” Both girls nodded solemnly. “So let’s trust her. Let’s trust that she’s doing the smart thing and that she’ll see you again when she can.” With a gentle squeeze, he released the girls and they returned to their places just as Raedan joined them. He was looking at Aedion with an odd blend of sadness and pleasure, but he turned almost immediately to claim Maida’s attention. Aedion began eating mechanically, and all around him the buzzing darkness rose again.

Over the next week the moments of clarity slowly increased. The only predictable triggers were the daily sessions with the other recruits, and the meals he shared with Delaney’s sisters. At other times he would suddenly feel as if he’d been shoved out from a dark closet into the sun. It happened once when a robin flew down and picked a few crumbs from near his feet while he was standing guard. It happened again when he walked by the laundry and the smell of steam and soap wafted out at him. Another time it was a bawdy joke Cobden was telling Raedan, and he startled himself - and both of them - with his laugh.

He was standing on guard at the gate when the fog truly began to lift. Nothing was happening; the usual movements through to and from the market in the town nearby were all finished for the day. The sun was sinking low in the sky, and as he played with his dagger, the spinning blade kept catching the light. The resulting flashes looked like flickering flame and suddenly his vision of following flame out of the river returned. He wished he hadn’t followed it, that he had just let the icy water drag him to oblivion. The dagger’s movements caught the light again, and he thought idly about what would happen if he drew that honed blade across his wrist. If he shifted the grip in his hand and plunged it through his ribs. It would be easy enough; he knew the perfect spot. Would he be able to be with them again, with Rhoe and Evalin, Quinn, his mother? With Aelin…but Aelin hadn’t been with them. He twirled the dagger again, flipping it through his fingers, the temptation to turn it on himself slowly subsiding.

The gate opened and his replacement, a young man who had just graduated to a full soldier, stepped out. “Oh, Ashryver, Corporal Taber wanted me to tell you to join him in his office, an hour before dinner.” Aedion stiffened automatically, clenching his jaw tight enough that his ears popped. The disconcerted man took a small step back away from him, and he realized he was still clenching his dagger. Striving to soften his expression, he sheathed it and nodded, then gave his report and left.

Half an hour later, he was standing at the end of the line of small buildings, staring down the gravel strip that divided them from the main buildings of the camp. There was nobody else in the area. Bile rose in his throat as he looked at the lighted windows of the middle cabin. He trusted Taber after their week’s acquaintance; but he didn’t trust that Taber was the one who sent the request. His thumb automatically rubbed over the crescent scar on his palm, the movement slightly disturbing the splint bindings on his fingers. There was a slight crunch of feet behind him, and he turned to see Litton walking towards him. He liked Litton; had liked him the little he’d known him before all this, and his respect for the man had grown as they had debated and joked in the group discussions with Taber.

Litton nodded to him. “Ashryver.”

“Litton,” Aedion replied, swallowing down his nausea.

“Looks like it’s you and me, then.” Aedion looked at him quizzically, and he explained. “The officers are leaving tomorrow, so they’re making their selection. Since they asked us here, I’m assuming they’re choosing us.” He grinned, but his eyes were serious. “You ready to be a lieutenant in the Adarlan army?”

Somehow, that this was the reason for the summons had never occurred to him. He straightened, a light flaring in his turquoise eyes. “I was born ready.”

Litton laughed. “Then let’s go claim our birthright, shall we?”

*****

Taber studied the scene before him. Major Sanburne had settled in the chair behind the desk, flanked by himself and Malins, Ashryver and Litton standing opposite. Litton looked calm, proud, certain of his advancement. The prince, on the other hand, had entered the small room looking positively sick. For a long moment he had fixated on a spot on the floor before dragging his eyes to Sanburne and bowing, an expressionless mask falling over his features. The only indication now that he was not the epitome of composure now was the thumb of his left hand rubbing over his palm repeatedly.

Sanburne began with a nod of acknowledgement to Litton. “Almire Litton,” he began in his dry voice, “as a result of the way you have acquitted yourself both on the battlefield and in training, you have been nominated to advance to the position of Lieutenant.” He continued on through the recitation of the standard language of advancement and Taber glanced to Malins. The man’s black eyes were fixed on Aedion, a smug smirk on his lips. The boy seemed oblivious but there was a slight flush on his neck and that thumb had not stopped moving. “Do you hereby accept the commission of Lieutenant in the King’s army?”

“I accept,” Litton said, voice quavering with emotion.

“Aedion Ashryver,” Sanburne said, shifting slightly to face the boy, who met his eyes dispassionately. “You have also faced battle and by all accounts fought bravely. Since your absorption into the Adarlan army, you have proven yourself an outstanding fighter…” As the major droned on, Taber mulled over the choice of language. Aedion was a first, as far as he knew; not native-born, not a volunteer or nominated by his family. Raised to lead the armies of Terrasen, and now fighting his way towards the top in Terrasen’s conquerer. “Do you herby accept the commission of Lieutenant in the King’s army?”

“It will be my honor to accept,” Ashryver answered, with a formal bow.

Sanburne nodded, pleased, and turned the two papers over to be signed by the men. “You will be expected to report to General Paget in six weeks. Litton, I understand you have family nearby.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I suggest you spend some time with them before heading north. It may be some time before you see them again.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Asryver, as you have no family on this continent, Major Farrers has offered to have you join his men and spend the next few weeks getting familiar with the workings of the officers in Adarlan. You are to report to him after dinner.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity, sir.”

“And in the meantime, why don’t you head to the stables and select your horses.” Aedion’s mask briefly slipped, and Taber nearly smiled at the surprised pleasure that flashed before it returned. “Yes, son,” Sanburne said, having caught it as well. “All officers are assigned a horse. I had heard you had a fondness for them.”

“Yes, sir. I spend much of my childhood on horseback, sir.”

“Then off you go. I look forward to working with you both in the future.”

The new lieutenants both bowed and then strode out of the office. Sanburne rose and with a nod to the two corporals followed them out, no doubt eager to grab his usual snifter of liquor before dinner. Taber turned to Malins.

“Say, what did you talk about in that meeting with Ashryver the other night?”

Malins’ startled look at the question was quickly replaced by one of boredom. “Oh, I just made sure he understood the importance of the chain of command.”

“I wasn’t aware the boy had an issue with that. What exactly did you do to ensure that?”

The black eyes flashed, but the man’s tone was neutral. “Only what was necessary.” He turned on his heel then and left the office.

Taber went around the desk to see if he could figure out what Aedion had been looking at. There was a ring set in the floor, a twin to it near the wall. Looking back at the desk, he saw a dull spot in some of the carving along the edges; closer inspection showed some specks of the dull reddish brown of blood. He stared out the door where Malins had disappeared, shaking his head in sorrow.

*****

Delaney was startled out of her sleep by a female voice like a knife. “Well, well, what have we here?” She sat bolt upright on the musty bed, staring around her in terror, to see a tall woman in the shadows near the cottage door. After a week of snatching a few hours of sleep in hollows on the frosty ground, this abandoned cottage had seemed like a blessing from the gods. She should have known there was no such thing.

“I - I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I thought nobody lived here, and I needed a place to sleep.”

“Indeed.” The woman prowled closer, the sunlight streaming through the window alighting on her long golden hair. As her face was illuminated, Delaney’s jaw dropped - with her alabaster skin, large black eyes flecked with gold, and perfect features she was beautiful in a way that belonged to another world. “And why are you out here all alone, a little delicate thing like you?”

Lowering her eyes, Delaney began the tale of woe she had been perfecting. “My father died last year. My mother sold me in marriage, and my husband…” She twisted her hands together. “He is not a good man. I fled two weeks ago after he threatened to beat me.”

She looked up to see the woman directly in front of her, though she had not heard her moving. “And where are you running to?”

“I - I have kin in Orynth. I’ve never met them, but -“ A long white hand shot out and wrapped around her throat.

“Liar,” the woman hissed, and Delaney felt the sharp prick of nails in the sides of her neck. With a small click, iron teeth dropped down over the perfect white ones, and all thoughts emptied out of her head except one word: Witch.

“Do you want to try again?” the woman crooned. “Or do you want to make up another story, so I can have even more reason to spill your guts?”

She fought to retain control over her bodily functions as sheer terror caused her heart to race and her bladder to clench. Swallowing with difficulty, Delaney whispered, “I was raised in the war camps, I know nothing else. But then they took my friend. They took him…” her breathing, already restricted, hitched as she fought not to sob. “He made it so I could escape, and he told me to head to Orynth.”

The pain in her neck lessened slightly and the woman cocked her head, the movement purely feline. “What do you mean, they took your friend?”

Tears escaped then, coursing hot down her cheeks. “They…they tortured him. They were breaking him, and he told me to leave, and I fled. I don’t even know if he still lives.”

The woman considered her words, tapping her iron teeth with the iron nails on her free hand. “And why,” she drawled, dragging out the sound, “would they torture your friend?”

Delaney snorted without humor. “Because he was strong,” she answered, her voice regaining volume. “He was stronger than them, and that is the way of men.”

The gold-flecked eyes looked into hers for a long moment, and abruptly Delaney found herself released. “So it is, young one.” Delaney sank to the ground, her legs unable to hold her. The witch studied her, no warmth on her face, just cool calculation. “This friend of yours, was he your lover?”

“No.” The witch waited. “No, he was more like…my adopted brother.”

The woman looked her up and down, taking in her stained clothes, her wan face, her shaking hands. “When did you last eat, child?”

“Umm.” She thought. “I had some eggs yesterday.” The food, though rationed carefully, had run out a few days ago, and it was too early in the year for there to be much edible in the woods or on the farms. She’d raided a few henhouses for eggs that she’d sucked down raw straight from the shell. Even grain left for livestock was beginning to look appealing.

“Wait here,” the woman said, and disappeared through the open door. She returned shortly with a satchel of her own, and began pulling out several loaves of bread, rounds of cheese, and apples and setting them on the rickety table. “Eat,” she told Delaney, “then get more rest. I’ll be back later.” Before Delaney could gather her thoughts, the beautiful woman - witch - was gone.

Dragging herself to her feet, she stumbled over to the table and grabbed a loaf of bread. Tearing off a hunk, she crammed it in her mouth, swallowing almost without chewing in desperation for something to fill that angry hollow in her stomach. Several more mouthfuls followed, then she made herself stop so it wouldn’t all just come back up. She sat back on the bed and sipped some water and tried to think. Stories of the witches had been told around camp, hushed whispers designed to keep children awake at night. Beautiful, immortal beings who bedded men only to bleed them out, getting more pleasure from the blood than the bedding. Who ate children unfortunate enough to stumble across them. Delaney was hardly a child but she was no less vulnerable. She wondered if the stories were wrong, or if this witch was just different.

Once she was sure the food had settled, she ate the rest of the loaf of bread, some of the cheese, and an apple. Sitting back on the bed, she thought of Aedion, of Maida and Avis, of Raedan. She hadn’t allowed herself that luxury the past couple of days when the effort of keeping on her feet took all her energy. Her sisters’ bright smiles, Aedion teasing them, Raedan always checking in on them all made her lips twitch into a small smile of her own. Then images of Aedion flashed across her brain, of him bound and bleeding on that table; of him whispering his cousin’s name with pain dulling his eyes; of him laid out gray and cold, eyes staring sightlessly at the sky. She scrubbed at her face with her hands, trying to drive the thoughts out, only to see pictures of Avis sobbing under a soldier, Maida wasting away with scabs on her lips, Raedan falling with an arrow in his chest. Curling into a ball, she wept for her family until eventually sleep dragged her under.

*****

Aedion struggled to keep his pace limited to Litton’s as they headed over to the stables. His own horse…he hadn’t had that luxury in two years. He all but burst through the door, heading straight to Sparrow’s stall to earn a pinned-eared glare. Litton stood in the aisle looking a little bit lost.

“Hey, boy,” called the stable master, Darel, from down the aisle. “Where’ve you been this past week? Half these horses are kicking down the stalls and I’m running the boys ragged trying to get them all ridden.”

Aedion grinned as he turned to him, holding up his splinted hand. “Hard for me to do too much with this.”

“Oh, aye, I heard about that. Still don’t know how you let that old bastard do that, no doubt your mind was on your cock and your lady friend instead of your job.”

Litton swelled with indignation. “You are addressing a lieutenant in the King’s army.”

Aedion just laughed as Darel turned a baleful eye to the other man, then looked back to him. “So they picked you, eh? Ah, well, they’d be fools not to. I suppose you’re here to pick out your horse, then?”

Litton replied in the affirmative, and Darel pointed down the aisle. “There’s some available ones at the end, go down and take your pick.” Aedion gazed wistfully at Sparrow. “Nah, you can’t have your old bitch-mare, but i got half a dozen new ones for you to look over. Even grabbed a couple mares since I know you like the ladies.” He followed Litton and Darel to the end of the barn, where several curious faces popped over their stall doors to see who had come to visit them. Litton immediately headed to the large black stallion in the farthest stall, while Aedion spent a few minutes looking each horse over carefully. He came back to the first horse, a tall, narrow seal brown mare with a white spot on her forehead, and offered her his empty palm to sniff. She lipped at it and then gave him a disappointed look and he chuckled.

Darel gave a broad smile that showed several missing teeth. “That’s the one I picked out for you, son,” he said, sounding pleased. “She’s the best-bred one of the lot, her great-granddaddy was full Asterion. Got a great bargain on her at the sales.”

“Why?” Aedion asked cautiously.

The older man rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, ah, she’s a bit green is all.”

“How green?” He didn’t mind a green horse too much, having ridden quite a few over the past eighteen months, but he’d rather not have to fight one every second to stay in the saddle.

“Well, she knows how to steer pretty good. And on a good day she’ll even stop.”

Aedion laughed and the mare pricked her ears at the sound. He rubbed small circles over the white spot on her forehead until she half-closed her eyes. “Well, that’s fine, worst case scenario I can just leap off when we get there.” Darel’s toothless grin grew. “You don’t think she’s too slight for me though, do you? I’m not going to get any smaller with time.”

“Aye, but neither is she. You just both need a bit more muscle. Speaking of which, you best go get your nose in a feed bag, son, you look half-starved.” The old man left him then with a hearty slap on the back.

Litton stepped closer as soon as the stable master was out of earshot. “You shouldn’t let him disrespect you that way.”

Aedion shrugged. “He didn’t mean any harm, it’s just his way. If he didn’t respect me he’d bow to my face and then mock me behind my back.”

The other man shook his head. “I can see you know him pretty well, but even so, you’re an officer now. These men need to have a little fear in order to follow you.”

Aedion pursed his lips, debating with himself for a moment before asking, “Who’s your father? Where did you grow up?”

He looked a little confused at the non sequitur, but replied, “I’m the second son of Lord Litton of Pernel.”

Aedion nodded. “I’m guessing you’ve never spent much time with ordinary people except as part of your assigned work here?” Litton shrugged, and Aedion went on. “It’ll be easy to get people to fear you, you’re the son of a lord and an officer of the King. You could slaughter them all with no repercussions. But if you can get them to love you, then they’ll jump in front of a sword to save you, and that’s everything.” Litton still looked skeptical. “Look, I can kill Darel with my bare hands, and we both know it. But I don’t make him feel it. I joke around with him, and do my work and help out where I can, I treat him like he matters. Because he does. His life is worth as much as mine. And that’s why,” he said, grinning, “he went to the sale and got me this horse.” He laid a hand on the glossy black-brown neck. “This mare is worth more than the other five he bought put together, green or no, and he bought her for me. Not even knowing yet that I’d make lieutenant. Understand?”

Litton studied him, a peculiar expression on his face. “You’re an interesting man, Lieutenant Ashryver.” He clapped Aedion on the shoulder, gave the mare a long look, then turned and walked away.

*****

The golden-haired woman shook Delaney roughly awake. “Come with me,” she said, and she turned on her heel and stalked out the door. Delaney rubbed the sleep from her eyes and followed her into the dusk. A small, sorry-looking horse stood there with loaded saddle bags. She blinked, wondering if she was hallucinating or still dreaming.

“What…” she didn’t know what to ask, what to say.

“You’ll never get to Orynth the rate you’re going,” the woman said. “This will help you. There’s some food and clothes in the saddle bags, and a few other things. Ride until you get to the next inn, then stop there for the night. Make sure you go through all your things carefully. With the horse you should be able to stick to the roads and make better time. If they’re looking for you, they’ll be looking for a girl on foot.”

The ready tears started up again. “But why?” She turned to the beautiful woman in honest bafflement. “Why are you helping me?”

The woman rubbed her pale hand over her abdomen and looked off to the south, towards the camp. “Because somebody down there thinks you’re worth sacrificing their life for. No reason for that to be in vain. Now, go quick.”

Delaney mounted awkwardly, being no horsewoman, and turned the nag up the overgrown drive that led to the main road. As they headed away, she turned in the saddle to look back at the woman who stood watching, one hand still resting on her abdomen, an inscrutable expression on that stunning, wild face. Delaney raised a hand in farewell, and with a slight nod the woman disappeared into the gloom. Turning back to the road, she kicked the horse into a bouncy trot and headed north, the vast stars arching overhead urging her onward.

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Home - A One-Shot (pt 2 of 2)

WARNING: Sexy Times occur 😊

(Pt. 1 - Hospital)

12 Days Post-Surgery…

“…he’s been here, ya know?”

“Mm-hmm…” Nathan sounded distracted - probably on his Nintendo.

I couldn’t see them - but was only feet away from the door to Nathan’s room. I’d been about to bring him some laundry, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard the tail end of what Lucy was saying. They were both in there, but they couldn’t see me.

“Nate,” she sounded almost like a teacher or a parent trying to get the attention of a daydreaming child.

“Hold on! What? OK…it’s been fine, I guess. He’s helping Mom a lot. And I don’t think she’s sick of him,” he laughed.

I couldn’t see them, but I guessed that Lu was smirking and nodding her head while looking down.

“Sooo, what if he stays?” Lucy’s voice was very soft.

“Huh?”

“What if he…just stays here?”

“What do you mean…like, for good?”

She didn’t voice a reply, but I could just imagine her shrugging and nodding.

Nate made a vague grunt of acknowledgement. “But...he lives in England, right?”

“Well, he’s basically been here for the past few months. Maybe he could stay.”

“You mean like, in our house?”

“I don’t know. Yeah?”

“Hm…maybe. I guess it’s already been a while…”

I started to feel like I really shouldn’t have been listening to their private conversation. But I really wanted to know what they thought about this. Because the thought of Ed staying here on a more permanent basis had definitely crossed my mind, too.

Everything they’d said was accurate. We’d basically been together since he flew in the week before our trip to Mexico. Everything went to shit after that, thanks to me, and instead of going back home like he’d originally planned, he stayed, and we worked through everything. THANK GOD. Then it seemed like a terrible idea for him to go back to London right away. So he didn’t, and kept his room at the hotel.

But then my surgery happened. He checked out of the hotel and stayed with us, caring for me and helping me run the household smoothly. He slept with me in my room. We didn’t mention that arrangement to the kids, but neither did we try to hide it. It just…was.

I quietly backtracked down the hallway to the stairs, and retreated to the kitchen. Nate’s laundry could wait, and so could I, I guess.

The Following Evening

I’d finally had my sutures removed. My first post-op visit was earlier that day, and my doctor gave me the go-ahead to resume light exercise, and said I could start building up from walking to running, again, as well as any other activities, provided I felt comfortable doing them.

Overall, I felt good - I was barely sore at all. The incisions were healing nicely, although they left 3 more scars on my already marked-up belly.

Over the previous week, Ed and I got in the habit of walking after dinner. It was a great way to get some exercise, even when I was limited, and it gave us an opportunity to just be together. Sometimes we talked, but sometimes we were quiet, and that was nice, too. Our walk this particular evening had started out more quiet than talkative, but then I had an idea.

“I kind of...want to run,” I glanced up at him. “What do ya think? Want to run with me?”

“Umm, is that a good idea?”

“Ed, the doctor cleared me for running. You were there.”

“No, I meant that regarding me. I don’t run, really…”

A very unladylike snort burst out of me. “Dude. I’m recovering from surgery. I’m not talking miles, here…” I looked ahead of us and pointed my chin at the end of the block. “How about just to the end of the street?” It was about the length of one city block, which is roughly ⅛ of a mile.

I gave him another grin as I sized him up. I knew he hadn’t really exercised regularly since he stopped touring, but he wasn’t in that bad of shape, really.

His eyes followed the path of mine, sizing up the distance, and then returned, settling on me, twinkling.

“Alright. Let’s do it, then.”

“But it’s not a race. I’m not up for sprinting yet.”

“Trust me - no worries there.”

And with that we jogged together for the first time.

We ended up going further than we planned - a little over a half a mile. It felt good - I’d missed working those muscles. I felt slight internal abdominal pressure from the pounding on the cement at each stride, but only very slightly, and not enough to be alarming.

It was just a short jog, not long enough to really de-stress and let my mind go, but it was still a small physical and mental victory for me.

I wasn’t used to running with anyone. Jason and I tried running together years ago, but we quickly learned that we weren’t very compatible workout partners. I’m all about long, leisurely workouts, and Jay liked it short, intense, and hard.

I’ll let you draw your own conclusions from that.

So, in summary, I’d been running solo for years.

We got back home just after 8 pm. I did a quick check on the kids - they were in their respective rooms - Lucy was texting, and Nathan was finishing up his homework. Ed and I headed straight to our room to clean up.

Our room? When did it become our room?

I entered first and made a beeline to the bench at the foot of the bed, kind of collapsing onto it, intending to take my shoes off. But Ed was suddenly right there, too, kneeling in front of me, already taking one of my shoe-clad feet in his hands.

“Let me get these.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine, I can…”

“Nope. I got it.”

And he handily unlaced, loosened, and removed each shoe, and then each sock, as well. I stayed seated on the bench and watched him get up and toss my socks into the laundry hamper and put my shoes away in the closet.

“Thank-you. But I could have done that.”

He came back and sat with me on the bench, and began shucking his own shoes and socks. “I know.” A small, wistful smile played on his lips as he spoke. “But I like doing things for you, Kate. I know you don’t need the help - but I’m here for you, all the same. It’s gonna happen from time-to-time, so you might as well get used to it.”

I leaned into him just as his arm came around me, pulling me in even closer. I closed my eyes, indulging in the impromptu cuddle.

“I guess I can get used to that.”

He kissed the side of my head, probably getting a face-full of my hair in the process. I turned to look at him, and he was staring back at me, so focused.

“You’re not alone any more.”

I studied his face, trying to read those vivid, honest eyes of his, and saw his promise in them, clear as day, and that’s when it hit me. His words, ‘You’re not alone any more.’… He summed it up so succinctly and sincerely with just those five little words. They weren’t just words, or a nice thing to say. They were the truth, a promise, and I believed him.

I found myself ffeeling a little emotional. I pulled him by the neck down to me, softly uttering, “Damn you, Sheeran,” and I pressed my lips to his, trying to convey everything I was feeling through that kiss. It was slow and easy, and pillowy lips pressed together, and tracing tongues, leaving soft pecks and smooth caresses.

He exhaled, quietly humming into our kiss, and we both smiled. He left one last peck on the tip of my nose before pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine.

“You OK?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He was biting his bottom lip, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a giant grin. He actually looked as happy as I felt…and that was really, really happy.

“Good.” He stood and held his hand out to me. I took it and stood, unsure of what he was doing. “Shower?”

I nodded and we walked across to the bathroom, hand-in-hand.

——

A Few Hours Later…

“I’m thinking about maybe going to the shelter this weekend to look at cats.”

It was late, and I was about ready for bed. Nate and Lucy had turned in long ago, since it was a school night. Ed and I were already in our room. We were both tucked up with throws and toss pillows on the two cushy chairs set up in my little reading nook. He was playing Dumb Ways to Die on his iPad, and I was reading from my Kindle. Obviously, my mind had wandered elsewhere, though.

He paused his game and looked up at me blankly.

“What?”

“I was thinking we could all go to the animal shelter tomorrow and maybe pick out a cat…or two…”

“Yeah?” His entire body perked up at that. “That’s awesome! One for each of them, then?”

I stood and without even thinking began straightening up the reading area - folding my throw, and then his, then putting the pillows back where they belong before I answered him. “Umm, actually, I was thinking one could be the kids’ cat, and one could be ours.”

I was feeling a little antsy because I also wanted to suggest something in addition to getting a cat, and it was a pretty big deal.

“You want to get a cat together?”

I finally stopped flitting around, looked at him him and nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I mean…what do you think?”

I got a smirk and raised eyebrows in response. He unfolded himself from his chair, walked into the bathroom, and started putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. I followed him to the doorway. The little shit made me wait while he brushed his teeth, peeking at me through the mirror the entire time. It was pretty clear that he was teasing me, and not trying to put me off or avoid the question.

He finished, wiped his face, and then turned to me, trying to look all innocent.

“Yes?”

“Cat.” I was trying not to laugh, but that wasn’t working out very well. I closed the gap between us and pulled him into me until we were nose-to-nose. “Would you like to get a cat with me?”

He nodded his head, grinned back at me with wide eyes, and answered with an emphatic “Meow!”

We eventually, after a few more meows and giggles and some sweet kisses, were ready for bed. I was feeling so loved-up, so secure. He was nothing short of amazing in my eyes. I loved sharing my home with him, and I didn’t want that to stop now that I was fully recovered from my surgery.

“Teddy?”

He’d just got into bed a few seconds before. He turned toward me, tilted his head, and waited for me to go on.

“Remember when you said I wasn’t alone anymore?”

“You know I wasn’t just saying nice words, right? I meant that - I’m here for you.”

I nodded, and took a nervous, smiling breath before I just came right out and said it. “Then…stay. Here - with me. With us.”

I thought he might tell me it wasn’t a good idea - that his home is in Suffolk…that he’s never in any other place long enough to make it his own…that we should take things slower…that he’s not ready. So, of course I started babbling to try and head that off.

“I know my house isn’t your home. I mean, we don’t even live in the same country. You have a home that you love, and I know that. And you have a job that requires a HELL of a lot of traveling. I understand that. But…I love being with you here. Well, everywhere, really, but here, especially. I love starting and ending each day next to you, in our bed…our room. I love seeing your things mixed in with my things…our things. I don’t even know when I started thinking of all of this as ‘ours’, and not ‘mine’ any more. But I do, now. So, maybe when you don’t have to be on the road, this could be where…it wouldn’t be like you’re visiting. It could be your home. If you want…”

“Baby-”

“-but I don’t mean to put pressure on you, so-”

“-Kate, honey, SHUSH.”

I pulled my lips inside my mouth to stop the jabbering. Nerves!

He held my face in his hands, gently brushing my cheeks with his thumbs. It was calming and it grounded me, which I really needed at the moment.

“First of all…you. You are my home, my safe place. I’m home when you’re with me, wherever that is, OK?”

I nodded. I was all ears.

“So, ah…you’re asking me to move in with you.” He put it as a statement, but the question was in his eyes.

“Yes.”

He bobbed his head in acknowledgement.

“I’ve never lived with a girl before - like a girl I was in a relationship with. I had a girl roommate for several months, once - totally platonic, though, nothing like this.”

He was suddenly grinning, almost shyly. “It’s kind of a big step, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I answered softly.

He took a visible breath. “I’m so in.”

It took a few seconds for my head to catch up with those words. “Really?”

“What you said - beginning and ending each day together? It’s the best fucking thing. Kind of want to do that for the rest of my life…”

Oh...

Of course we couldn’t literally do that, because of the nature of his work, and I’m honestly OK with that. But a home symbolizes a secure foundation, and hearing him say that he wanted that too made my heart feel like it was about to take flight.

He grinned again, and shrugged as if to say well, it’s the truth, innit?

“You…you’re sure?”

“One hundred percent. Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent!”

He was smugly watching me, smirking, his eyes twinkling… Considering I was experiencing about 850 emotions all at once and can’t ever hide any of my feelings, it must have been quite an entertaining show.

There was still one thing that needed to happen before we could proceed with any definite plans, though.

“What about the kids? That’s…will they be OK with it?”

Ha - he’d read my mind. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. “I’ll talk to them in the morning, and…we’ll figure it out from there.”

“OK.”

He reached an arm over to turn off his bedside lamp, and then we made ourselves comfortable under the covers, facing each other. I adjusted myself a little bit so my abdomen wasn’t uncomfortable.

I must have made some sort of face, because he was immediately concerned. “Are you OK? You can lay on your side like that?”

“I’m fine, Teddy.” I stretched my leg out to tangle it with his, and pulled myself in closer to him. He rested his hand on my hip, lazily brushing fingertips from the top of my thigh to my waist.

“Ahh, this has been a pretty fucking awesome day…you’re suture-free and off all restrictions, we ran - I can’t believe you got me to run, and we’re gonna be cat parents together…”

“I know, right?” I snuggled in even closer and gave his butt a little squeeze. “And…?”

His hand slid up under my shirt and cupped my boob, his thumb continuing with the lazy brushing, but now over my suddenly very alert nipple.

“And what?”

I breathed a sigh of pure bliss and pulled him even closer, fastening my lips to his. God, how I love the feel of his soft lips pressed to me.

“You forgot the best part of today,” I murmured in between kisses.

“Mmmm. And what was that?”

“Well, it looks like I’ll be getting a new housemate soon.”

“Ohhhh, yeah. I heard there might be two, actually.”

I felt my lip twitch very slightly at that.

“Yeah, I think I want a couple of gingers. They’re the prettiest. I don’t know, though…I hear they can be very temperamental.”

“Wait. We’re talking about cats, right??”

We’d fallen asleep spooning, but it couldn’t have been for very long, since we were still a perfect spoon set. Ed tends to overheat easily and often ‘unspoons’ us once he thinks I’m asleep - often I am, but not always. I don’t think he knows I’m aware he does this. But I get it, and he’s always very sweet and gentle about it, making sure we’re still somehow touching, even if it’s just his knuckles against my hip. So I don’t see any reason to say anything.

I think I was in that transitional, sort of half-asleep state where your thoughts are a bit untethered and your usual mental filters are unchecked. Something was niggling at me, pulling me away from my jumbled, incongruous thoughts, and bringing me back towards full wakefulness. I became aware again of Ed, still snug up against the back of me, his arms holding me to him. It was his fingers, though. They were very gently tapping - almost strumming - my boob. It wasn’t unpleasant.

I shifted, inadvertently rubbing my butt up against Ed’s crotch, which made me aware that my butt was up against Ed’s crotch.

We’d been pretty damn chaste for the last few weeks. There’d been precious few touches, some kissing, but nothing beyond that, even with him all but moved into my (our!) room. My time-of-month coincided with the first week post-surgery, plus doctor’s orders were pretty specific about “no sex” until sutures were removed.

But there were no more restrictions.

I breathed a small, yet unmistakeable sigh and arched my back, jutting my bottom further into Ed, and that’s when I knew he was fully awake. His breath, at my neck, hitched, and his fingers stilled for a split-second before resuming their work. I rolled my hips, pushing my bum repeatedly over his bulge, and was rewarded with his growing erection pressing into my panty-clad bottom.

I was so stupid turned-on.

His hand began inching down the front of me, from my boob toward my center, but as soon as his fingertips brushed over my belly, and my scars, he paused.

“Baby, please, I want you.” I wiggled my bottom over his crotch again, being as blatant as I could.

He huffed out a small laugh, warm on the back of my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Teddy.”

I covered his hand with mine and held it in place on my belly, letting him get comfortable with touching me there for a few seconds.

“You can touch them.”

After a second or two he flexed his fingers, and then very gently explored the scars - their lines, indentations, jagged ridges. His touch was both gentle and thorough.

He spoke quietly into my ear, his chin whiskers tickling my neck. “Do they hurt?”

I shook my head slowly. “Just…sensitive,” I answered softly. “Inside…the muscles are a little sore, but nothing bad.”

“That’s good.”

“Touch me, now.”

“I am touching you.” He tapped his fingers on my belly and gave my neck a messy kiss.

“You know what I mean.”

“Ha, yeah. You are trouble, Missy. Such trouble…”

I reached back between our bodies and slid my palm over his cock. He still had on his boxer briefs, but feeling his length and how ready he was made me even more bold and more turned-on.

He groaned at my touch, and rocked into my hand.

I want you, Teddy…I want this.” I twisted my grip around him as I said it, and he sucked in a breath.

“Trouble,” he murmured as he slid his fingers inside the waistband of my panties.

He kissed my neck again, this time running his tongue over my skin so that I felt shivers all over. He carefully pulled my underwear down to my knees, and I wriggled them the rest of the way off. He still had one hand over my belly, almost protectively, while the other brushed over the contour of my ass.

I reached back and hooked my hand under the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down as far as I could.

He took it from there, quickly removing them, then pressed himself to me again.

I could feel his cock pressed against my bottom. The way he deliberately rocked his hips…his subtle thrusts…it was clear how ready he was. So fucking hot.

He took himself in hand and rubbed the head of his penis along my bottom a few times. He ran it through my wetness, over my clit, back again through my folds, over and over, beyond the point of just lubricating himself. He was getting caught up in it - we both were.

Finally, he aligned himself at my entrance, settling just inside my folds.

I arched my back and bent my right leg forward a little bit, giving him ample access. “Please…”.

He pushed in, grunting the sexiest moan as he slowly, exquisitely sank into me.

We both stilled for a few seconds, adjusting. I love that point when I feel the small sting when he first fills me, and I get the impression that it’s the same for him. It’s like we both take a few seconds to silently acknowledge how effing awesome it is to be there.

He was up on one elbow. We were still spooning, kind of, his hand back on my tummy, holding me securely, hugging me in. He kissed me just below my earlobe, his breath warm and soft.

“You good?” he murmured.

“Mmmm…” I nodded. “Yeah.”

His lips and his scruff grazed against my jaw as he slowly pulled out - such a delicious tease. Another measured push back in, punctuated with a firm shove of his hips, and he stilled again, buried deep in me.

“Ah, so fucking good.”

He pulled out again, not all the way, and then exhaled sharply while thrusting back into me, repeatedly hitting my front wall, practically murdering me every time, yet making me crave more. I took him in again and again, tightening, feeling every inch of him right where he belongs. His soft, breathy grunts mingled with my own.

As our bodies rocked together, his front to my back, he cupped my cheek. I turned my face into it, taking a couple fingers into my mouth, moaning as I messily sucked and tongued them like I would his dick.

“Fucking hell, Kate…”

I slid my lips off, practically purring, “Now touch me.”

I could feel him stifle a grin against my neck as he lowered his arm and began stroking my clit.

It was a few seconds before my body reacted. When it did, though, it was so intense that I had to work keep control, but oh! It was so worth it to feel those rippling waves pulsing out from my center to my belly and even the tops of my thighs.

“Oh god. Oh, Jesus, yes…fuck, just like that. Please don’t stop…”

I was getting close - I could feel it like a spring coiling, tightening before the release.

He’d been moaning on each breath, softly at first, but the closer we came to finishing, and as our strokes became more frenetic, his sex sounds started to run together and go up in pitch. I could imagine his eyes shut, brow slightly wrinkled in concentration, his mouth slightly open.

Sex sounds. He has sexy sex sounds.

That random thought made me grin as I heard my own sex sounds blending with his.

I clawed at Ed’s ass cheeks, digging in to hold onto something because I was suddenly there - falling and spinning and shattering…and then he was too. His body clenched up and his hips rocketed into mine as he emptied himself.

As our bodies recovered he brought his hand back to my stomach, covering my new incision scars, and hugged me in close to him. I turned so I could see his face. Happy and sated, his peaceful smile mirrored my own. His head was a little bit above mine, so I had to reach up to kiss him.

His eyes were closed as he lazily returned my kiss, humming in satisfaction.

He patted my belly and asked, “Everything OK here?”

I brought my hand to his cheek and brushed a bit of damp curls out of his eyes. “Everything is perfect everywhere. I feel amazing.”

“Yes, you do.” The smirk in his voice was unmistakeable.

I snuggled up into him, tucking my head below his chin. He pulled our blankets over us and we enjoyed the afterglow.

“Thank-you for everything - for staying here these last few weeks - keeping everything running normally when I couldn’t…”

“Well, I’d be a total shit boyfriend if I hadn’t, I reckon.”

I looked up at him. “True…” I trailed off, and then laughed. “And now you’re staying.”

He heard the question in my voice and nodded. “You’re stuck with me, sweet girl.”

“Well, then. Welcome home.”

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