#tlrh

[scribbleboxfox]

Crimson Days is upon us! And thus I humbly present my submission for @d2artevents

A progression of my Warlock, Striker, celebrating the holiday with Asher over the years :)

In order:

Their first Crimson Days date

The Crimson Days date they had a few years before the Pyramidion incident

Their last Crimson Days date

Striker "celebrating" the holiday this year

#d2!AU #fox art #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny 2 art #d2 #tlrh #Striker #Asher Mir #these were a lot of work. so if you need me. I'll be face-down on the floor

[scarletwix]

Doing my editing Thang and I'm so mad about how fun this scene that isn't going to make it into the fic actually is

#tempted to fuck with my own story to make it canon #narrations #tlrh #rip pietro holding his reality displaced self as he dies we hardly knew ye

[eelcreek]

i've never posted my own shit on tumblr before so idfk what i'm doing but

@scribbleboxfox hi! i uh, drew a lil rocket man! :D

#tlrh #rvb #fanart #fanart of a fanfic?? #i dont know what im doing

[rosewaterandivy]

the long ride home masterlist

On what is arguably the worst day of his life-- passed over for a producing gig by a band he brought to the label, and a break-up brought about by his longtime girlfriend-- Eddie makes the mistake of answering the phone. Only to learn that his deadbeat shitstain of a dad, Al, has finally kicked it. And it falls to him, as the sole progeny, to retrieve his remains from the southern delegation of the Munson family. So begins an odyssey of surprising proportions and what could very well turn out to be the road trip to ruin. "... And the fact that I'm going home to kill myself really has nothing to do with you, Al."

pairing: modern!e.m. x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW & MDNI - strangers to lovers, angst, death (just Al, offstage), grief, suicidal ideation, drinking, smoking, daddy issues, homecoming, Appalachian setting, found family & blood relations, religious trauma, southern dialect, and vernacular, smut, Elizabethtown inspired, ST canon divergence with references to FOI, eddie is in his early 30s as is reader.

SERIES

I. Permanent Jet-Lag

TBD...

LORE & STUFF

initial idea

moodboard

chuck & cindy jonathan & argyle!

playlist

teaser

snippet from cee's request weekend

TBD...

#tlrh masterlist #the long ride home #fic: tlrh #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic

[thecrusadercomrade]

The Long Road Home Chapter 36: That We'll See Them Again

A fairly long chapter of The Long Road Home this time around, to make up for the last few being on the shorter side. Hope you enjoy it, I'm very happy with how it turned out. Wasn't sure what to do going into it, but over time the inspiration came to me. Looking forward to your own thoughts on the chapter!

Read on AO3!

Read from the beginning!

#the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanfic #tlrh jessie #twdg clementine #twdg sarah #twdg kenny #twdg arvo #twdg jane #twdg bonnie #twdg mike #twdg luke #CrusaderWriting #The Long Road Home

[martini-time]

So, here's the old evidence that the witch is constantly with him on the sets

Look at this, you can literally see her a piece of her face

He's literally working and filming and she's literally standing next to him

🚩🚩🚩

Also, here are a couple more old tweets. Mommy helps him buy things.

__

She was almost constantly hanging out at the TLRH set.

And there's a picture of guys playing mafia and you can see who's also there.

They could have saved up money for a beautiful wedding, but instead they spent money on her flights and a hotel room.

#time to tea #noel #layla #nl

[sweatersinthesummer]

Schitt's Creek angst poll, round 2

Okay, now I'm putting the top 3 in a poll with the ones I missed, according to the tags and comments. Isn't this fun?!? Hurts so good!

For consistency (and my heart), I left out MCD. I mean, there's nothing angstier, right?!?

Links to added fics: wfass | polaris | WtRRL | TLRH | TUtEoT | IHG | tihl | Goodwill

#schitt's creek #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek poll #stevie budd #david x patrick

[shellderbeast]

Crimson Birds and Golden Felines is Mittens smut and heresy of the highest order, but it’s written with a lot of love for Magnus and Kitten.

Next chapter, an in between one compiled of bits from The Long Road Home for the readers who only desire the holiest of Mittens, will be up tomorrow, for the anniversary.

And for those who have read TLRH...Kitten’s bad dream outcome has been rewritten as something new for you all too 💜

I’ll have something else to post tomorrow, a little...kitten I’ve been painting xo

#Magnus the Red #Captain-General Kitten #magnus/kitten #Magnus x kitten #Mittens #fanfiction #alfabusa #if the emperor had a text to speech device #Goddamn it its been a YEAR ALFA #We still love you

[book--wyrm]

F: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with TLRH? && H: How would you describe your writing style?

F: Alas no—I don't make like playlists for fics. My music library is way too small and I don't have a strong association of music with characters or stories for the most part.

H: Tough one. I guess my prose tends towards function rather than form—I'm not a particularly poetic or flowery writer imo. I also write in quite close third person—I like to sit firmly in a characters head and thoughts. Sometimes narration takes on a bit of a life of its own, you know how it goes, but usually not. Aside from that I'm not sure how to describe my writing style tbh it's not something I've really consciously thought about much.

Update: I'm being disagreed with lol. It has been pointed out to me that while I'm not like. Excessively flowery. I do play a lot with pauses and rhythm, which, yeah. I guess I do.

#my asks

[obi-troll-kenobi]

The anxiety of reading 50+ long chapter fic with “major character death” tag but nobody died yet.

#it's been 50 long chapters #60 almost #these characters are my familly now #tlrh

[scribbleboxfox]

The Long Road Home has updated!

[LINK TO CHAPTER]

Fic info below the cut.

Chapters: 70/?

Fandom:Red vs. Blue

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Agent Carolina/Vanessa Kimball, Dexter Grif/Dick Simmons, Franklin Delano Donut/Frank “Doc” DuFresne, Katie Jensen/Charles Palomo, Siris / Megan, Lavernius Tucker/Agent Washington

Characters: Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue), Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue), Dick Simmons, Sarge (Red vs. Blue), Franklin Delano Donut, Lopez (Red vs. Blue), Dexter Grif, Frank “Doc” DuFresne, Lavernius Tucker, Michael J. Caboose, All the other AI’s, Vanessa Kimball, Epsilon, Donald Doyle, John Elizabeth Andersmith, Katie Jensen, Antoine Bitters, Charles Palomo, Matthews, Emily Grey, Original Characters, Felix | Isaac Gates, Locus | Samuel Ortez, Siris | Mason Wu, Megan Wu, Four Seven Niner, Malcolm Hargove, Kaikaina Grif | Sister

Additional Tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dissociation, PTSD, Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Panic Attacks, Frisbee Murder (don’t ask), Attempted Murder, Space Battles, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Platonic Slow-Burn, Mental Instability, Flashbacks, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Healthy Coping Mechanisms, Platonic Relationships, Russian Roulette, Creepy-Ass Villains, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, Redemption, So Many Space Dads, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Torture, Found Family, i take the canon and i put it in a box, and then i put that box into another box, then i mail it to myself, and when it arrives, i SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER, Canon Divergence, post s13

Summary: With The Staff of Charon a smoking-yet-functional speck on the horizon, and the threat of an active weapons system on one of Chorus’ moons, the fight is far from over.  While Locus is no longer a threat, another one of Hargrove’s former lackeys waits for the Reds and Blues as they race to stop the weapons system from coming online. Does she really want to help them? Or is she hiding a more sinister motive? And why is she so interested in Locus?!

#rvb #rvb fic #red vs blue #fox art #tlrh #locus #general vanessa kimball #agent washington #agent carolina #michael j caboose #lavernius tucker #sarge #lopez the heavy #dexter grif #dick simmons #frank doc dufresne #franklin delano donut #doctor emily grey #andersmith #palomo #matthews #bitters #jensen #lions and tigers and bears oh my!

[scarletwix]

Yes I am procrastinating the 3 scenes I need to finish for tomorrow's update

#this fuckin bit was supposed to be done why do they have to like. not be. #tlrh

[h-styles-babes]

FIFTEEN

Sia had to nearly drag herself out of bed the next morning.

After being woken by Harry and inviting him to stay with her to abate the nightmares, they’d stayed up for about an hour, talking about nothing and everything. Sia asked him about hw filming had gone and how he’d liked making his first movie. Harry had been enthusiastic about his experience, but he was appropriately anxious for how it was to be received. There was nearly another year until the movie hit cinemas, so it was still a long time coming, but he was nervous nonetheless. No matter how much Christopher Nolan and all his coworkers had assured him that his performance was great, he was still unsure of how it would really come across. It was his first real acting job after all. He just wanted it to be good.

She’d eventually fallen asleep, tucked up close to Harry’s side. They weren’t cuddling, per se, but they were definitely touching. And Harry must have done as she’d asked and left after she’d gone down, because she woke to an empty bed. However, there was a glass of water and two paracetamol tablets on her bedside table, with a little note that read:

‘Just in case you had a headache from the crying. —H.’

She was a little put off by the lack of X’s after his signature, but she wouldn’t ever admit that to anyone.

True to his prediction, Sia had a headache upon waking, so she quickly took the tablets and finished the entire glass of water before crawling out of bed. She was tired from the restless night of sleep and her body ached like she’d done a hard work out the day before. The relentless night terrors and her body’s violent, physical reaction during them were really wearing away at her body. She was surprised she didn’t find bruises or welts on her body every morning from how violently she knew she thrashed during them. Luckily, after she’d fallen asleep the second time, her sleep had been dreamless, and she was able to get the few hours uninterrupted. It wasn’t enough to make up for all the missed sleep the past week, but it help a bit.

Sia wished she felt better after Harry’s company in the early hours of the morning, but she felt just as downtrodden and worn as she had every other day. She was dreading their work day and having to see him after he witnessed the horror she lived through every night. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and it was indicative of the mental and emotional turmoil she knew he already suspected. She was sure at this point that Harry was starting to realise her upset wasn’t just from their break up. The time to tell him was creeping up on her, and she was dreading it.

Slipping into a pair of linen shorts and a plain tank top, Sia made her way into the kitchen. Luckily, it sounded like the house was mostly empty, or if it wasn’t empty, everyone was having a quiet Saturday morning. She made her way into the kitchen and only encountered Harry and Alex, the latter greeting her with a cheery “good morning,” which caused Harry to look over his shoulder at her from where he was standing in front of the stove. She smiled as best she could and returned Alex’s greeting with a soft one of her own.

Harry handed Sia a mug full of freshly brewed chai tea when she made her way to the fridge to grab some fruit for breakfast. He didn’t let go of it immediately when Sia got her hand on it, using it as a way to draw her closer to him.

“Yeh alright?” Harry murmured to her, not wanting Ben to really hear.

Sia couldn’t meet his eyes, so she nodded and hummed her agreement.

She heard Harry sigh, and she startled when she felt his lips press to her temple, lingering for a full three seconds before he pulled away. It was the first time they’d really had any physical contact outside of shoulders pressed against each other during movie nights and her leg pressed to his in bed the night before. She tried not to outwardly react to it.

Sia fled from the kitchen pretty quickly after that, foregoing the fruit she wanted to get and headed straight to the back patio. Mitch caught her eye from his place in one of the loungers when she walked out, and she could see him carefully appraising her bedraggled appearance. A slight frown titled at his lips and he mouthed, “you good?”

“Later,” she mouthed back when she saw Alex and Harry moving to join them outside. It was both a promise and a plea. She needed someone to talk to about this. Considering she was feeling like she’d pestered her therapist a lot recently, Mitch was her next best choice. He was the only other person on this trip that would be able to comfort her, in his sort of detached, awkward way. She’d call El, but the time difference was weird and hard to navigate. Mitch was here now, and she knew he was always willing to listen.

~*~*~*~*~

“So, are you just gonna avoid him for the rest of forever?” Mitch asked, looking very skeptical.

Him and Sia were sitting outside that cafe Sia had gone to when she was the only one in the house and had a day of exploring. She’d told him just after she’d had her morning tea that she wanted to talk to him at some point, and he’d suggested that they have lunch, just the two of them. So, when they were getting ready to leave, a driver waiting for them out front, Harry had walked into he living room at the same time, asking where they were going. Mitch, not wanting to leave his new friend out of an outing, went to invite him to lunch with them, but Sia had cut him off, telling Harry they were going out and would be back later, nearly pulling Mitch out the front door without waiting for a response.

He’d questioned her on their car ride and guessed correctly that she was avoiding Harry, for whatever reason. It wasn’t until they’d gotten seated at the cafe in town that she explained to him what had happened throughout the night.

“I obviously can’t do that,” Sia huffed with a roll of her eyes. She kept her gaze on her fingers twirling the straw in her glass of water. “I’m just embarrassed. And I know he’s suspicious.”

“You know I’ll never tell you what to do, but…” Mitch trailed off, taking a sip of his iced tea to fill the end of his sentence.

Sia sighed. “I know. I need to tell him. But the mere thought has me riddled with night terrors.”

“Maybe telling him will help ease them,” Mitch suggested.

“My therapist has mentioned that,” Sia admitted. “Something about me needing to push myself to get to the final steps of healing.”

“I never went to college, but she seems like a smart woman.”

Sia groaned as she ran her hands through her hair, a habit she’d picked up after years of being friends with Harry. “I just don’t want it to interfere with the recording.”

“The lingering tension between you is already interfering with the recording. Maybe this will help clear the air.”

Sia hummed to acknowledge that she heard Mitch’s opinion and she was grateful for it, but she was still having a bit of a hard time coming to terms with the fact that it was now imperative that she tell Harry about everything. It had been nearly a year since she’d begun dealing with it, and she was, for the most part, coping with it on her own. She thought she had been doing a good job until she’d been thrust back into Harry’s presence. And then when she finally thought she’d gotten a handle on those resurfaced emotions, a song set her off and brought back her nightmares. She felt like she couldn’t catch a break.

Perhaps finally sharing with Harry would help. Not to the point of recovery, but hopefully it would be the tipping of the domino that would finally set in motion the steps to finally dealing with it properly.

Healing. That was what Sia had to keep reminding herself of: telling Harry was an avenue of healing. Both for herself and for him. And possibly for them both as a past couple.

~*~*~*~*~

Sia, in order to prepare herself for an impending heavy conversation, successfully avoided Harry for the rest of the day.

When her and Mitch got back from lunch and their quick outing around town, she’d snuck into the kitchen to make herself a brew before promptly returning to her bedroom to brood and enjoy the rest of her day in peace. It had been pretty nice, just getting to watch a few films and text back and forth with Ellen. They were trying to pass ideas to each other about what they were going to do when El arrived in Jamaica, and it gave Sia a way to keep her mind off of the impending discussion she would have to have with Harry. It was a nice way to spend a day of her weekend.

She had another nightmare that night. It was becoming the norm more than an occasional occurrence, which was equally annoying as it was concerning.

Sia could feel her heart racing, even in the midst of the dream. She subconsciously knew she was crying, the sobbing in her dream too laboured heart-wrenching for it not to be reflected in her real life. Flashes of lights flickered in her hazy vision, like she was racing down a long hallway. The distant echo of the beeping of medical machines whooshed in and out of her hearing. A phantom pain of her experience ripped across her abdomen. The devastation of the news and her heartbreak settled deep into her chest.

He didn’t intentionally wake her this time, but she stirred out of her unconsciousness when Harry slid next to her in bed. She gasped when she felt like her arms were trapped around her, unable to reach up to wipe the tears from her face. She quickly realised that it was because Harry was laid on top of the covers, keeping them taut around her. It was actually comforting after she realised she wasn’t being physically held down, like she had been after she’d awoken in the hospital the year before. Harry had a hand on her back, softly stroking up and down as her breathing started to settle.

Harry didn’t speak until he felt that Sia had sufficiently calmed.

“You alright?”

Sia sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to shake off the last of her dream that clung to the edges of her consciousness. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Harry helped her loosen the blankets around her as she tried to shift to face him. He brushed her hair back from her face, that was still slightly sticky with the remnants of her tears and the sweat she had built up in her thrashing.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. There was a softness in his features that relayed to Sia that he didn’t want to push her, which she greatly appreciated.

“What time is it?” she asked, unable to see the clock over Harry’s figure.

“Just past two.” Harry pressed his lips together to try to keep back the displeased look on his face. As far as he could tell, Sia was trying to avoid the topic again, and it didn’t it well with him. She very obviously had something that was eating away at her and needed to get it off her chest. He didn’t really understand why she was torturing herself by bottling it all up and keeping it away from him. Or anyone, really. He wasn’t privy to the fact that she had unloaded her burden on Mitch already. Not that it seemed to be helping.

“If you don’t mind staying up with me,” she told him, muttering into the cover of her blankets. She couldn’t actually believe that she was proposing they have this conversation now. But she sort of figured that the fact that he was here, in her room at two o’clock in the morning, had to be some sort of sign from some almighty being that wanted her to get her shit together. Divine intervention and all that.

“It’s Sunday and I’ve got no plans. If I want to sleep in until three in the afternoon, I will. If you need to talk, don’t worry about it.”

Sia looked at him for a long moment, giving herself one last chance to back out of this for the night. However, when she took inventory of how she was feeling, she realised that she didn’t want to take another raincheck. Her therapist was right: she needed to do this, not only for herself, but for him, too. It was time to take control of her own mental well-being.

She shuffled to get herself upright in bed. Harry helped her by pulling down the blankets to her waist and fluffing up her pillows to support her. Bless him and his constant attention to other’s needs and comfort. It made Sia’s heart give a little jump with affection and those damn butterflies in her stomach to flutter just a little harder. He made it really hard to not constantly be in love with him.

“Can you hand me the tissues?” she asked, gesturing to her bedside table. If Harry noticed the already-empty on beside it, he didn’t comment. He obviously already knew she’d done her share of crying in the last few days.

Sia gripped the square box in both hands, rubbing her thumbs over the sharp edges. She took a few moments to take in cleansing breaths, staring intently at the swirling patter of the interior of the duvet as it lay at her waist.

“I uh…” she began, clearing her throat when her voice came out with a slight hitch. “I’ve been dealing with some stuff lately that kinda resurfaced when I came on this trip.”

“I’ve noticed,” Harry commented softly.

Sia nodded. “I thought I had gotten past it, at least enough to function like a normal person, but it got bad within the last week or so.”

“I noticed you kinda dropped off after we first started recording ‘Woman.’” Harry paused to let Sia speak, but she only nodded, her eyes trained on the tissue she was now pulling apart between her fingers. “If the end of our relationship is still that awful for you, we don’t have to talk about it. I don’t want to make you—”

Sia shook her head hard, finally looking up at him. “It’s not that. I mean, not really, at least.”

Harry’s brows furrowed together. “Then what is it?”

“I had a miscarriage.”

Sia watched as Harry’s actually choked on his own breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His lower lip wobbled before he drew it between his teeth. He cleared his throat. “I’m so sorry. Do you mind me asking when?”

The first feeling of tears tingling behind her eyes made Sia squint them shut, wanting to keep it together as long as possible in order to get everything out. “December. Just before Christmas.”

A long silence drew out between them, both unsure what else to say. Harry seemed to be really struggling with what she’d told him, understandably. His jaw clenched and his hands were fisted into the hem of his athletic shorts. There was a deep furrow between his brows. He eventually squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, like he did when he was stressed. He sucked his lips into his mouth and rubbed them together a few times before blowing out a long breath. Eventually, he looked to Sia, a mixture of hurt and sadness mixed in his eyes.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, Sia. I can’t imagine losing a baby.”

Sia’s heart thudded in her chest. Was he not getting it?

“Harry…” That uncomfortable feeling settling in her chest made it hard for her to talk. She was going to cry. There was no going back once that sensations filled her lungs. Tears dripped from the corners of each of her eyes, and she used the stripped bits in her fingers to sop up the first few drops before reaching for a full, new tissue.

She couldn’t really make out his face through the tears now swimming in her eyes. She felt her face crumple as a sob tore through her throat. Harry’s arms were around her in an instant, pulling her to his chest, nearly crushing her. He was making shushing sounds to try to calm her. He could only hope that she could hear him over her sobs.

“You’re an i-idiot,” she eventually hiccuped out. Harry was drawn aback by her words, such a turn from the emotions she was displaying. He reared back and looked down at her. Sia scoffed at the exaggerated hurt look on his face.

“I know you’re hurting, but—”

“You’re an idiot, because I was pregnant with your baby.”

Sia heard Harry draw in a quick breath and the hold he had on her slackened. She took a moment to wipe her eyes before looking up at him. His mouth was open in surprise, and she’d never seen his forehead so scrunched or his brows so far down over his eyes.

Some unintelligible sounds came out of his mouth, like he was trying to form words and figure out what to say. Her stomach flipped a little when she saw tears welling in his eyes and slowly drip out. His mouth eventually closed over a small whimper that turned into a suppressed sob.

Sia gave him the time he needed. She’d had over half a year to come to terms with this, so she couldn’t expect Harry to do it in a few minutes. He’d have questions soon, so she would give him his time and be there when he was ready to talk.

Now that she’d gotten it out to him, she had an odd sense of serenity. Her natural care-taking nature seemed to overcome her, and all she wanted to do in that moment was make him comfortable. So, she told Harry softly that she would be back before slipping out of the bed and making her way to the kitchen. She made a brew for both Harry and herself and also popped a bag of popcorn. By the time she brought it back into the bedroom, Harry had tucked himself under the blankets, his eyes still steadily leaking tears, but his gaze was vacant, trained steadfastly on the far wall. If he even knew that Sia had entered the room, he made no indication.

Sia put the bowl of popcorn down on the bed and one of the cups on the bedside table.  She sidled up beside Harry, her knees gently resting against the side of the bed to keep her balance. With her free hand, she reached out and ran her fingers through Harry’s hair, trying to draw his attention gently. He eventually turned his head toward her, his eyes seeming to focus.

“I brought you a cuppa,” she murmured. Harry hummed and reached to take it by the handle. His other hand wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer. He took a deep breath and rested his head against her stomach, her fingers drawing slowly through his hair. It was only a few moments before she could feel the wetness seep through her sleep shirt. He was actively crying again.

“Budge over,” she whispered.

Harry sniffled before righting himself and making room for her. She slid into bed beside him.

“Talk to me,” she urged.

Harry took a slow sip of his tea before speaking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Sia took a deep breath. “I didn’t know I was pregnant until December. And then, three days later, I started bleeding.”

“How did you not—?”

“We’d just broken up, Harry. I was distraught. I was in the midst of my internship. I was doing everything in my power to keep my mind off of you. And I didn’t realise until nearly Christmas that I hadn’t had a period in…longer than I could remember.

“When I finally figured it out, I went and took like three tests. All of ‘em came back positive. Given the last time we had sex, I reckoned I was about fourteen or fifteen weeks. I’d gained a little weight, but nothing I really noticed. Figured I’d make an appointment for just after Christmas, start takin’ vitamins. Figured I’d made it that long, another two weeks wasn’t gonna make a difference.”

Sia paused to take a shaky sip of her tea. This was her least favourite part of this memory.

She cleared her throat. “I went to my parents’ as soon as I was allowed. I was gonna tell them that night at dinner. Except I started bleeding before then. I lost blood so fast that I passed out…. My mum found me in the loo. She called 999 and I was rushed to the hospital. I guess I was able to tell them I was pregnant at some point, because I was sedated. All I remember was lights flashing as I was wheeled to the OR and this awful pain in my stomach and then waking up eight hours later.

“I’d had a placental abruption. The doctors were surprised I’d made it as far along as I had. I was gonna call you as soon as I weaned myself off the meds. Then that shit in St. Barts came out and I…I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t deal with a miscarriage and your bullshit at the same time.”

“It’s been months since, then, though,” Harry argued, staring down into his tea. “You could’ve told me. Should’ve told me. I deserved to know. That was my baby, too.”

“I know. I hate myself for not telling you. I started seeing a therapist in January. I was pretty messed up for awhile. It wasn’t until I moved to America that it started to get a little better.”

“That’s what your nightmares are from, then?” Harry finally looked at her. She was glad to see he wasn’t angry. She was always afraid that he’d hate her for not telling him sooner. He was obviously upset, but she figured he knew there was a bigger picture.

Sia nodded. “Yeah. Once I left the hospital, I started havin’ them.” Sia paused, taking a moment to catch her breath. All that happened was her throat tightening with a fresh rush of tears. “I’d only known I was pregnant for a few days, but I already loved that baby so much. Losing the pregnancy wrecked me.”

“How far along were you?”

“Doctors said about seventeen weeks,” Sia sighed. “It was a boy.”

Harry let his head drop back against the headboard. His face crumpled and new tears streamed down his cheeks. “We’d have a little boy right now.”

Sia mirrored his posture after putting her tea on the little table. She cleared her throat. “Yeah. He’d be about four months old now.”

Harry sniffled and wiped at his nose with the back of his hand. “Did you name him?”

Her heart thudded in her chest and her skin flushed. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by the name she’d given her unborn son, but she didn’t think she’d admit it to anyone. Only her parents knew his name. She hadn’t even told Ellen. The hospital had asked her if she wanted to name him and she hadn’t hesitated. He wouldn’t have an official death certificate, considering he hadn’t been far enough along in gestation to be considered a person, but it was something the nurses were going to do for her, just to honour him. She hadn’t hesitated in telling them the name she wanted in her records. It was the same name that was etched into the front panel of the wood urn she’d put his ashes in. The same urn that was sat on her dresser at home.

“Harry. I named him Harry.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #the long road home #TLRH

[rosewaterandivy]

Happy 2024 everyone (& happy birthday to me)! Here's something I'm churning out sometime this year...

warnings: NSFW & MDNI - death, grief, suicidal ideation, drinking, smoking, daddy issues, Elizabethtown inspired, ST canon divergence with references to FOI, eddie is in his early 30s as is reader.

"Yello," He answers the phone, wedging it between his shoulder and jaw while tilting his head to focus on the task at hand. He deftly lines the scattered pills on the counter into some semblance of order and eyes the amber bottle of Buffalo Trace.

"Ed, it's Wayne," his uncle's gravelly voice sounds down the line. "Darlin', I got some, uh, news."

Eddie nods knowingly-- of course, it's gonna be bad news, is there any other kind? and taps the last pill into formation before turning to get a mug from the cabinet. "Could you call me tomorrow?"

"No."

Eddie grimaces and generously pours some of Kentucky's finest into the Garfield mug. He tries his best to sound pleasant, "Could you call me a little later?"

"No, honey." There's a slight hitch in Wayne's voice that would on any other day give Eddie pause.

Instead, he regards the pills in a row on the counter and the mug of whiskey. It beckons with the promise of oblivion.

Luckily, Eddie is not too proud to beg. "Can you give me ten minutes, Pops?"

"Al died," Wayne exhales, voice strained.

Despite himself, Eddie feels his limbs sink against the cool counter. As if the news is a physical blow, never mind that he hasn't seen his shitkicker of a father in years.

"He had a heart attack, darlin'. He was visitin' Mamaw back in Kentucky and she's in total shock."

Eddie can picture Wayne pinching between his eyes as if he could alleviate the tension building in his skull. Tired from working a double at the plant, leaning against the wall as he speaks into the phone.

"I've put in for time off from the plant, but y'know how they are. And I hate to do this to ya, but someone's gotta handle this."

With a sigh, Eddie's eyes close. His back hunches as he splays against the counter. As if this day could get any worse. He's now staring down the barrel of a ghastly, unfathomably awful day-- truly, one for the books.

And as he listens to Wayne's shaky voice, Eddie glances out the window paralyzed with the realization that he's now an orphan. Somehow, it's worse than the hurt from when Al abandoned him all those years ago. Second only to the pain he eventually numbed from his mama's passing. He blinks to clear the tears that gathered without his permission and takes a steadying breath, shoving the pills to the side.

For now.

"Okay Pops, what's the plan here?"

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[thecrusadercomrade]

The Long Road Home Chapter 35: Where Will This Path Take Us?

Another chapter for you all! A little on the shorter side, but we'll be getting some long ones coming soon enough. I estimate that we have four or five more chapters after this for episode five, and I'm very much looking forward to completely season two! As always, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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[martini-time]

I feel like Layla groomed Noel early on. She probably approached him on Godivas set, saw he had talent and a promising career ahead of him, and used it to her advantage. I think she knew Noel was gay. And offered to be his beard, telling him that being gay in Hollywood is difficult, and people would ask questions if he was not seen with a girlfriend if he played it straight. Noel was gorgeous even before Godivas. But yet no mention of a girlfriend before Layla. And it’s only been her since. There’s been murmurs online of him visiting gay bars years ago. And he seems very gay overall no matter how much they have tried to train away the mannerisms. They don’t seem genuinely happy together. I feel like they are roommates and friends, playing their parts when needed, more than being in a romantic relationship. Layla is pretty much a nobody in Hollywood. She leeches off Noels earnings. Basks in his limelight. Follows him everywhere in hopes he won’t cheat with a guy. She’s not as sweet and innocent as people think. Quite a few fans say she was rude when they tried to talk to Noel despite Noel being receptive to them and willing to stop for them. She inserts herself into cast only situations, being the only significant other there, and doesn’t seem like she cares she’s out of place. Noel needs to cut her loose. He would be much happier, and I feel like his career would flourish without her anchoring him down like a controlling mother.

I absolutely agree with what you said. I've said it more than once, but you put it all in one message.

She was already married and had experience, she saw Noel and realized that this was her chance. And I'm still wondering why she took so long to get a divorce.

They were never a real couple, because Noel always wrote "this lady" , treating her respectfully but not warmly, not as a beloved girl. He wrote it the way he assumed all straight guys write.

I don't even see them as friends, she's a controlling mother but not a good friend. I don't remember her ever supporting him. But I remember how she almost sat on Noel's lap in front of Cam.

I'm interested to know what Noel's parents think about this? Do they know that he is gay and that he needs a beard or would they not mind seeing him free with a guy?

And you're absolutely right, she follows him everywhere so he doesn't have the opportunity to be alone with a guy and fall in love, which is why she was so worried about Cameron.

If she loses Noel, she loses everything.

She was even on that boat where all the guys from TLRH show were. She didn't care that she was the only woman there, I think Noel felt uncomfortable about it.

I think he would be more open without her, but she doesn't care. She had spent all these years on him, and she could manipulate that into making him feel guilty if he was going to leave.

#time to tea #nl #layla