#* &. andrew — i'm coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth !

[campfireofdreams]

griffguts playlist

A list of some of my favorite songs that remind me of guts & griffith:

Even Thought Our Love Is Doomed - Garbage

And even though our love is cruel And even though our stars are crossed You're the only thing worth fighting for You're the only thing worth dying for

Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You've left me in the dark No dawn, no day I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

I Have Questions - Camila Cabello

I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don't you care, why don't you care? I was there, I was there, when no one was Now you're gone and I'm here

[here's a beautiful edit with this song]

No Light, No Light - Florence + The Machine

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay

[another edit]

I Just Wanna Know - NF

I just wanna know When did you get so cold What happened to your soul Don't you see me I thought that we were close But now that door is closed When did we lose control Guess you don't need me

[amazing edit with this song]

Only You - Little Mix, Cheat Codes

Once upon a time, we had it all Somewhere down the line, we went and lost it One brick at a time, we watched it fall I'm broken here tonight and, darling, no one else can fix me Only you

[I really love this edit]

The Enemy - Andrew Belle

Don't try to follow me I would hold you down if I could Make you the enemy I would let you down

Haunted - Taylor Swift

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted

Wait - NF

Wait, wait, wait Don't leave me

//

I'm holding on to pieces of us That I just can't let go I know this is a desperate kind of love But it feels like it's home

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

I hate everything about you Why do I love you?

Moondust - Jaymes Young

And there's nothing that I can do Except bury my love for you

In My Veins - Andrew Belle

Oh you're in my veins And I cannot get you out Oh you're all I taste At night inside of my mouth Oh you run away 'Cause I am not what you found Oh you're in my veins And I cannot get you out

Hurts Like Hell - Fleurie, Tommee Profitt

I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you

my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones

//

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears

Bonus:

This silly edit I made with Gotta Go My Own Way from HSM lol

Also recently added Hoax by Taylor Swift to the playlist thanks to @paint-it-dead who recommended this song to me. Here's the post I was talking about! I hope you and everyone else enjoys this playlist 🤗

[spiderculechronicals]

Another scene of Spidercule cute dialogue from early on! Just riffing with myself, discovering where these characters were going. I will probably have to edit this a couple times in the first few minutes of posting bc my phone is shit at typing with...

Context: Peter 3(Andrew) has just finished exploring Peter 2(Toby)'s natural web orifices with his mouth and has discovered they're not erogenous, but is taking it in stride and also describing what the natural web fluid tasted like bc Peter 1 (Tom) asked about it.

--

Peter 1 laughed. "Did it taste like anything?"

"Not... really? Um. A little bit like, uh... this is going to sound a lot more disgusting than it actually is, but, um. You know when there's clear fluid that comes out of a scabbed over cut sometimes? Not puss, just... like. Blood fluid without the metallic taste. There's a little bit of that, and... well, silk. But I want to say kitten fur for some reason. It's not a clinically aseptic taste like the web fluid I use."

"Kitten fur..." Peter 2 repeated.

"You tasted your web fluid?"

"I've definitely cleared a clogged nozzle in the field by jamming it in my mouth and hoping for the best. Without the benefit of web dissolving spit. With enough regular spit it doesn't really stick, it just clumps up a bit so you can spit it out. Then I had to replace the nozzle when I got home because I fucked it up with my teeth..."

"Huh..." Peter 2 frowned. "I would not have been able to afford being Spiderman if I had to make my own web shooters."

"Imagine if you grew up in, like, Kansas, and you got bit on a field trip and went home and there were no tall buildings to swing from but you were still Spiderman. What. Would that even look like?" Peter 1 proposed.

"You'd think there would be less crime out in the rural areas but... you'd probably end up just. Dealing with a bunch of meth labs and human trafficking." Peter 3 added.

"... I would be really good at baling hay." Peter 2 decided.

"I can see that," Peter 1 said.

"... Sorry my brain just derailed because I imagined you with a farmer's tan in Carhart and jeans and boots with mud on them and you're shouldering one of those hay bales that's a literal ton." Peter 3 shivered.

"... excuse me. I stopped a bullet train. I would be hauling at least thee of those."

"Oh sweetheart I agree you absolutely could and then some, but hear me out- that's not the vibe I mean. You feel me, you *did* stop a bullet train. Once. Heroically. But I'm talking, you would just carry around a ton of hay like it was a gallon of milk."

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(Yes I want to draw this btw)

[maybemarapeace]

ENG

Barrett Wilbert Weed - Dead Girl Walking

"The demon king of high school has decreed it. He says Monday, 8 a.m, I will be deleted. They'll hunt me down in study hall. Stuff and mount me on the wall."

Eyes full of anger. The back of the palm wipes away the blood left on the broken lip. They made it clear to him that they would not tolerate such behavior again. Like it's his fault that Rico is a son of a bitch? It's just that someone hides behind their mother's skirt, and someone can say it to someone's face. Apparently, this bitch is not used to the second one.

"Thirty hours to live. How shall I spend them? I don't have to stay and die like cattle"

Fingers, still trembling, grip the cigarette and bring it to his lips. The smoke, to be honest, stopped helping, but there wasn't much of a choice. Mild hysteria and panic in the subconscious cause pain that makes you want to hit the wall. The hands squeeze the backpack strap until it turns white, and the toes literally spring from the asphalt. He needs a distraction.

"I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don't own a motorbike. Wait!"

With side vision, he notices a two-story building. It would not have stood out among others of the same kind if not for that monster. Black that sparkles in the sun. The sound of a running engine appears in the ears as a phantom, and the receptors catch the smell of burnt rubber.

"Here's an option that I like. Spend these 30 hours gettin' freaky, yeah"

Jumping over the fence, he steps carefully so as not to attract the attention of neighbors or residents. Fingertips run over the smooth surface of the metal. It is worth his attention, but a little later. The main target is on backyard. Raising his head, he notices the light coming through the blinds, reminding him that the master of the room is at home. The candle in the church should stand for the fact that no one cut down the tree. Going through the door is definitely not in the plans. Pulling himself up by the branches, the boy climbs to the level of the window and knocks, lightly touching his fingers so that the sound is quiet but noticeable. There is silence for 5 seconds, which seemed like an eternity, and then the creaking of the bed is heard. The windows break open and brown eyes finally look at him. Oh... This is what he needed.

- Neil?

- Will you let me in? - as if it could be otherwise. Moving away from the window, the blond notices a broken lip and a running look.

- You didn't come to cry, did you?

- And I wasn't going to. (A reference to the Russian translation, where Andrew told Neil: don't come to me crying when your face is smashed)

Andrew narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side. His arms are crossed over his chest and his upper lip is twitching. The gaze is direct, looking straight into the soul. But Neil also has his secrets. He always noticed something more than others: a straight back and slight tension in the shoulders, an uncontrollable eyebrow twitching in a corner. Andrew is worried. Because of him. This thought spreads warmth in the lower abdomen, and a smile slowly stretches on the lips. He feels like he is literally glowing from within.

Neil approaches with slow steps so close that there are not a couple of millimeters between them. His breath heats the pinna of the ear, causing goosebumps all over the body. He always liked to hit weak spots. It doesn't matter if it's sensitive areas or children's injuries. The breath stops, the index fingers reach for the loops on the blue jeans and pull him closer, although it would seem that there is nowhere.

- Shut your mouth and take care of me.

"I'm Your Dead Boy Walking"

[jingerhead]

But ... What's the spider fic? I need the spider fic now.

AH I don't know if I've talked about it here as much! I'm writing a Sprider-Man Neil fic! Basically I watched No Way Home and cried and decided it would be great if Neil went through what Peter did in the ending. It will contain spoilers for No Way Home but isn't an AU of the marvel universe, instead pretty much my own take on what Neil would be like as Spider-Man. Andrew is basically his MJ hehe.

It's WAY longer than I thought it would be and I'm not even halfway done with it yet (going on 6k already rip) but I'm hoping to have it finished and posted soon! For now, here's a little bit of it! (the upside-down kiss is essential trust me)

~*~

Neil twisted himself until he could attach a web to the building, guiding Andrew onto the fire escape with the other hand. Andrew knelt down and pushed up his window, crawling inside his room and looking back at Neil when he made it in. Neil was hanging upside-down like that one time in the alley, the hand he’d used to help Andrew down now holding onto his bloodied side, but other than that injury he looked fine.

But Andrew knew he wasn’t fine. There was nothing ‘fine’ about Neil Josten.

“We can look at that,” Andrew said, hoping Neil would come inside. “Aaron…”

For just a second, Neil hesitated. It gave away far more than he probably knew. “I’ll be okay,” he said, still sounding out of breath. Andrew didn’t like the tone one bit. “I have someone in medical I can see. Remember Abby?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to her.” The fabric of the mask moved just slightly, probably as Neil attempted a smile, or grimaced. “I promise. I’ll call you when I’m cleaned up.”

Though his words had some finality to them, Neil didn’t start moving. He continued to hang upside-down, taking in raspy breaths due to his injuries. The mask probably wasn’t helping, and since Neil didn’t seem like he was going to be going anywhere anytime soon, Andrew took one step closer to the window and reached up, his hands hovering when they made it level to Neil’s jawline. He stared into the white eyes of the mask, not daring to do anything without Neil’s say-so, and watching for any hesitation there.

It was impossible to tell.

“Yes or no?” he asked, hands still hovering.

“You know,” Neil replied, probably to be annoying. “Yes.”

Andrew gently grabbed the ends of the mask that were around Neil’s neck and rolled it down. It was harder than he thought it would be, getting stuck on Neil’s chin twice due to him chuckling and wheezing at the pain the wound was causing him. Andrew had intended to just roll the mask up far enough that Neil would be able to breathe more easily through his mouth, because he was being stupid and going who-knows-how-far just to keep Andrew and his family safe, and suddenly all of the emotions he felt throughout the horrible night finally caught up to him. There wasn’t a cut on Neil’s face, but there was a big bruise around the left corner of his mouth and blooming up his cheek, so before he could think about it too much Andrew leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to it.

He could hear Neil suck in a short breath. Andrew leaned back but didn’t go far, still holding onto the sides of Neil’s face because he still wasn’t sure that this wasn’t entirely a hallucination. That Neil Josten wasn’t a pipedream that could fade away under his fingers. A hand covered in red fabric and just a bit of blood rested itself on top of one of Andrew’s, but didn’t move farther than that.

There was no doubt or hesitation in Neil’s demeanor. Andrew almost asked that question again, but he had a feeling he already knew his answer. It’s always ‘yes’ with you, his mind supplied.

When he leaned in to kiss Neil properly, Andrew was met halfway.

Kissing the way they were threw out any sort of finesse or technique. Andrew’s nose was squished slightly against Neil’s chin, their lips didn’t quite fit together correctly, and Neil was still breathing heavily. Andrew tilted his head to the side and there, he kissed Neil again to make sure that was the right angle, and suddenly he was the one out of breath. Kissing Neil upside-down had no right to feel as hot as it did, but Andrew didn’t want to stop even though Neil needed help, so he held on for a few seconds longer and kissed Neil with everything he had.

When they finally pulled away, Andrew still held onto his face, wondering if he should roll up the mask again or not. Neil’s lips were cherry red, which only made the bruise stand out more, reminding Andrew that he really needed to let go. Neil dropped his own hand back to his side, leaving Andrew with a bit of blood against his knuckles and the taste of their kiss still on his tongue. He watched as Neil’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk.

“Have fun with that,” he whispered, leaning forward to press one last kiss to Andrew’s lips before twisting back, already swinging away. Andrew watched him go, crossing his arms to have something to do with them while he waited.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long. “Was that Spider-Man?” Aaron shrieked from the doorway. “Were you kissing Spider-Man?”

[sweetbettycooper]

WILD THINGS -OneShot

Ssssshhh Sssshhhh

"We have to be quiet," Betty whispered as Jughead kissed down her neck, digging his teeth in harshly.

"Fuck that." Jughead moaned. His words vibrating along Bettys skin making goose bumps rise and tickle her senses.

Betty held Jughead tighter as she brought his lips back to hers kissing him madly in the janitors closet of Riverdale high.

It was a small cupboard filled with mops and chemicals and tin buckets. Making it really hard to move or keep quiet with all their lustful advances. They had no idea how they both fit in there, but it was the only place they could find in their hurried rush, during their free period.

Jughead was pressed flat against Betty's body wishing they weren't wearing any clothes. They had never done it in a cupboard before. Granted the gym ,the principal’s office, the science lab and the bleachers were all just as risky, but with only minutes left of the school day they weren't about to try.

Jughead's hands smoothed over every inch of her body while Betty held tight to his Jacket collar, making it easier for her to tilt his head and kiss him deeper. Their breathing sharp and heavy, the only thing that could give their hiding spot away at this point.

"God how do you taste so good?" Jughead groaned into her mouth running his tongue over her own. She was like sweet candy to him. Addicted to her sugar high and pink skirts.

Betty smirked against his lips raising her leg slowly up along his jean clad stalks and wrapping it around him. Teasing him to no end. Leaving him no choice, but to grind against her.

"I love it when you do that," Betty whispered breathlessly, grinding her hips back against his.

"You still going out with Archie tonight?" Jughead gritted out trying to think of something to cool his body down.

"Yeah," Betty said dangerously, running his ear lobe through her teeth, "but you're still coming over after that right?"

"Fucking definitely." Jughead grabbed her face roughly, kissing it just as the bell rang.

Like lightning both teens fell out of the cupboard, wanting to get out into the hallway before anyone saw they were in there, or that they were even together for that matter.

High school was a weird place. There was a status quo to keep. Reputations to uphold and Betty and Jughead liked to sneak around.

They had decided to go public for their senior prom which was in a few months and Betty couldn't be more excited but there was one thing she had to do first.

Tell her childhood best friend Archie Andrews.

It was a known fact to everyone even Betty that Archie had a crush on her, but Betty didn't feel the same way. How could she when the school's bad boy Jughead Jones had captured her heart as soon as he walked in the door.

Archie was her best friend though, Betty really didn't want to hurt him. So tonight she was meeting him at pops like they always did as though everything was normal.

As she sat there waiting for him that night she laughed to herself at what Jughead would be thinking about all this right now. She knew Jughead hated Archie and the feeling was definitely mutual. She could just picture him rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath.

"Betty hey sorry I'm late," Archie smiled as he approached and sat down in front of her at their usual booth.

"Hey don't worry Arch I just ordered our usual."

"A Vanilla and strawberry milkshake with fries?"

"What else?" Betty chuckled back.

"Cool."

Then silence fell between them as Betty looked around the diner. It had been happening a lot lately. Maybe they were running out of things to say.

"So....." Archie began slowly. "Did you go home in free period this afternoon? I didn't see you after?"

"Yeah I did," Betty replied quickly, steadfast in her answer. No sign of a lie.

"Well I got detention so that sucks," Archie rolled his eyes laughing at the stupidity of it.

Betty was about to reply when Pop suddenly appeared at their booth with two delicious looking milkshakes.

"Thanks Pop. I don't think I could survive without one of these in my life," Betty joked, taking a sip of hers right away.

"It's my pleasure. Now you kids enjoy," He said in a cheery voice before carrying a chocolate milkshake over to another booth.

She smiled to herself thinking of Jughead and his addiction to Pop's chocolate milkshakes. He was the same as her. Couldn’t live without them.

"You seem happy tonight?" Archie piped up. Betty hadn't noticed he had been staring at her.

But in that moment everything was about to change. No one’s life would ever be the same again.

Betty's happiness would soon fade never to return.

No one had expected it. No one saw it coming.

But the end of the world was here.

Now.

Today.

At that very moment.

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The electricity went first. Even the street lights

All the lights went out in an instant, confusing people to start.

Betty knew Pop had a backup generator but when that didn’t kick in she started to worry.

“What’s going on?” Archie asked in the dark. Speaking a bit louder than usual to be heard over everyone else's concerned conversations.

“I .. I don’t know,” Betty said as she pulled out her phone to see if she could find any information online.

Maybe it was across town, she thought.

It wasn’t.

The more she looked, the more she read the more horrified she became.

Then all at once her phone died. Sending her heart rate through the roof in panic. It had been fully charged.

“Did your phone just..?” Archie began but when he looked up and saw people running out of the diner he got his answer.

Betty didn’t know what to do or say. Was it safer inside or outside?

She knew from what she had quickly seen on her phone that they were coming. Invading the world like it was their own and it petrified her to think they could be here at any moment.

“We need to go,” Betty decided frantically, her body starting to shake. “Now!”

Running out the door the world around them had already turned to chaos. Buildings were in fire. People were running and screaming.

A horrified gasp escaped Archie’s lips.

“Holy shit.”

They were here and they were going to kill everything on their path.

“I...I’m...” Betty looked to Archie for help for some sort of direction but he was gone. Fleeing the scene as she looked around. She was all alone.

Betty couldn't think straight. Frozen in her spot just watching everything unfold in front of her. As though she was just waiting to be struck down. With nothing she could do to save her own life.

This was it. She would die in the car park of her favourite place.

“BETTY ! BETTY! BETTY! - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GO GET OUT OF HERE GO!”

It was Jughead. He was shaking her holding her by the shoulders a wild terrified look in his eye.

“RUN TO THE WOODS I'LL MEET YOU THERE GO!”

What was he doing here. How did he find her so fast. The fact that he thought of her when the world was ending only made Betty feel even more drunk emotions. God she really did love him. That was the first time she had admitted it to herself and it could very well be the last.

“BETTY! ARE YOU LISTENING?!”

Jughead could see she was completely spaced out. Her mind shutting down from the whole situation., but he wasn’t about to let that happen

Grabbing her with force he pulled her close slamming their lips together. Hoping it would wake Betty up like it usually did.

His secret love and passion for her pouring into the kiss. Betty responded immediately holding onto him for dear life. Knowing it might be the last time they see each other.

Betty moaned as Jughead licked her lips slipping his tongue along her own.

A loud explosion breaking them apart.

“What - What’s happening? How are you here? where do I …”

Jughead cupped her cheek trying to calm her.

“BETTS LISTEN TO ME. GO INTO THE WOODS. YOU'LL BE SAFE. HIDE IN DILTONS BUNKER. I’LL FIND YOU,” Jughead said more calmly than he should have. But in the moment whenever they were together time slowed around them.

“I will always find you,” he kissed her one last time.

“I love you,” Betty whispered, her lips lingering on his. She had to tell him even if he wouldn’t say it back.

“I….”

——

Tears ran down Betty’s cheeks as she ran through the woods blood dripping down her arm and leg. Her side stabbing in pain her wound stretched more and more as she ran. But she didn’t stop.

Adrenaline pushing her forward.

She made sure the opening to the bunker was covered in leaves and branches and she closed the lid and practically fell down the ladder inside.

Thank god there was a first aid kit.

Betty cried as she tended to her wounds. Not just from the pain but from absolutely everything. The world was ending. And she was alone.

And Jughead. Had come to save her. But then …

She couldn’t even think about it. All she could do was cry for him.

Laying on the old cot in the bunker Betty shivered. Not because she was cold but because she was so scared.

She didn’t know when she would see the sun again. Lucky there was enough supplies down here to last at least a month.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Betty moved quickly between the trees trying to get back to safety. She’d learnt to run fast and never look back over the past few weeks.

Holding the food that she’d stolen from a nearby hidden camp tightly in her fist. Saving her nails from drawing blood, Betty prepared herself to fight.

She’d run out of food a long time ago and couldn’t live off berries and water any longer. But now she fully regretted wanting anything else. She thought it would go unnoticed but it didn’t and now she was being chased.

Betty didn’t know what the world had come to. She’d spent so long underground all she knew was that some people had survived and Jughead was gone.

Darting behind a big tree Betty hid trying to catch her breath. She Barely had any energy these days. She couldn’t hear any heavy footsteps as her breathing slowed and decided to make a break for it. With not very far left to go.

But as she did Betty ran straight into a hard tree. Falling to the ground. Well that’s what she thought anyway.

Coming to her senses waiting for the world to stop spinning Betty honestly thought she was dreaming.

“Jughead…?”

[daddyjugheadjoneschokeme]

If I can't have you.

Pairing: Shawn x reader

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORK.

Summary: Everything means nothing if I can't have you.

Warnings: Bad words, angst

Not my gif

DISCLAIMER: I only own the story.

We were back to back. Silence reign the room.

By now I had gotten used to this situation.

Waking up alone every single morning.

Silent dinners.

Sleepless nights.

Yeah, I was no stranger to those.

But I can't say I would want it to change, this way was easier.

Shawn and I had fallen out of love, it was no secret. Monotony, indifference, we had taken for granted the whole relationship, growing comfortable with what we had built, too comfortable for our own liking. And here we were, trying to save what was left of the corpse of a relationship that once was full of love and adventure, but now was only a heavy weight on our shoulders.

"Hey, tomorrow I have to stay until late to finish the rest of the album, so don't worry about making a big dinner, just order something in if you like." He whispered in the middle of the night.

"I'm actually going out, so don't worry about that."

"Oh, you are? Where? Maybe I can hurry up a little on the studio and catch up with you, I mean I can't make any promises but..." He began to ramble, I stopped him.

"It's okay, you don't have to, besides you've got work and you are already behind your schedule, I wouldn't want you to have problems with Andrew." I turned off the nightstand light. "I'm just going out with some work colleagues, Nat is supposed to get this big promotion tomorrow morning and she wants to go out and celebrate."

"Oh, that's nice," Shawn said before the room went silent once again.

We were forcing things too much, I hate to admit it, but God how much I wished we were not even in the same room, my gut filled with guilt every single time, telling me to go and at least try, but what would even be the point?

I could feel him against my skin, he wasn't sleeping, I could even detect his anxiety from his uneven breathing. The bed dipped and felt lighter, he had gotten up and went into the bathroom.

The gags that the back of his throat made gave me chills, he was throwing up. Without giving it much thought I went in and rubbed his back.

"Oh honey, did something you ate gave you a tummy ache? Do you want some medicine? I'm making you some tea, give me a second." Before I even had a chance to get up, he grabbed my leg, not letting me go. "Shawn?"

"It's not the food what's making me sick, it's you."

"Excuse me?"

"You, with all your cold behavior, distant from me, pretending nothing is wrong, not even bothering to hide it." He sat against the hard white concrete wall behind him, staring at me directly, daggers on his eyes and a bit of vomit on the corner of his chin.

What a sad scene.

He sighed while shaking his head "I keep making excuses for you, telling myself that you are just too tired, or too distracted. Promising myself that maybe tomorrow will be a better day, that tomorrow I will come home and you will jump into my arms just like you used to." Tears started to come out of his eyes.

"That maybe I won't have to sleep in a cold bed every night, that I finally get to touch again, make love to you or at least cuddle you." His voice kept cracking no matter how much he tried, "That tomorrow I won't feel so fucking alone when I'm in the same room as you. I love you, goddamit, I really do."

"Shawn, please..." I closed my eyes, hoping it would stop.

"Please? Oh, honey, I should be the one asking for mercy here. You have been such a cold-hearted bitch that I'm actually surprised I haven't had a mental break by now trying to figure you out." The blush in his cheeks matched the color in his eyes, pure blood red.

"I can't write one song that's not about, I can't drink without thinking about you, everything means nothing if I can't have you. I'm useless without you, and I feel so pathetic, wanna know why?"

The knot in my throat kept me from talking, no words could come out of my mouth, not that I had anything to say.

"Wanna know why I hate myself so much because of you? Why do I feel such an idiot for loving you?" By now the tone of his voice kept raising.

"Wanna know why? Mmm? I'll tell you why! Because I'm so utterly, completely, and hopelessly devoted to you, that if I can't have you I don't know how to function, shit I can't even imagine myself not being with you. And it's so wrong, so damn wrong because now I don't where I end and where you start. And I'm so mad because while I'm here dying to know if you still love me, trying to fix whatever is left of us, you just keep pushing me away. And it hurts, it hurts so much goddamit!

I couldn't stop shaking, that feeling covering my entire body, suffocating me, stealing the last breath out of me. I had to get out, I needed it.

But just as I got up, I heard him again.

"Runaway, do it. But when you are back I won't be here. I can't keep doing this, no matter how much I love you. So I'm begging you. Just stay and let's fix things."

I hesitated it, my hand on the doorknob.

"Remember, this will be over because of you, not me. So runaway I dare you."

I'm such a Coward.

[willandkatealways]

Taken

A/N This is a different kind of Will and Kate fanfic I hope y'all like it.

Kate opened her eyes in the darkness, she had to be strong if she was going to get out of this mess. She knew they would kill her but would wait for the right time so she had to believe there was time. It looked like a warehouse of some kind. Her heart broke for her family. William would be heartbroken and she couldn't bear to think of the children. How long would it be before they killed her?

5 hours earlier

William woke up with Kate curled into him, they both had busy schedules today but these quiet moments made it worth it.

"Good morning sweetheart." He heard her soft whisper.

"Another busy day, should be done by the time the kids are out of school." Will said covering her face with kisses.

Kate sighed as she heard Charlotte running in, "Maybe to tonight." She whispered, "Lottie what have we said about knocking sweetheart?"

"I have to knock and wait to be invited in. But this was important mummy!" Charlotte exclaimed climbing onto the bed.

William chuckled, "Well what is the emergency?" He said tussling her bedhead.

"I'm hungry!" She said rubbing her tummy.

Kate smiled, "Well that is emergency! Are your brothers awake?"

Charlotte giggled as her daddy swung her into his arms, "George is playing in his room and Louis is talking to himself. He's silly."

William heard Maria calling for Charlotte, "Maria shes in here!"

Maria helped with the kids as Kate fixed a quick breakfast, she knew people would be shocked to know that she fixed her children breakfast and fixed lunches.

"You are visiting the children's hospital today correct?" Kate nodded at William as she spooned oatmeal to give Louis.

Maria was faking the children to school this morning so Kate made sure to get hugs and kisses before her team would be here to get her ready. "I love you both! Have fun today and learn lots!"

William finished feeding Louis while Kate got ready. "Just you and me kid." Louis was such a happy baby, he rarely fussed unless he had a dirty diaper but William felt that showed good sense. "Mummy is planning your first birthday, you will get cake and maybe a few presents."

He looked up when Kate walked in, she was wearing a blue overcoat with black heels and a matching hat band. "Louis isn't mummy beautiful?"

Louis looked at her and smiled his baby grin, "mamama"

Kate smiled, "thank you my handsome boys. I have to scoot but give me a kiss. I love you." She said kissing Louis head. She turned to William, "and I love you." She pressed her lips to William's, "I won't be late."

Present

William was outraged, his wife, his Kate had been taken. He would never forget the look on his protection officers face "Repeat." The man had said, his face pale and then those words, "Confirm the swan has been abducted."

William had lunged at the man, screaming at him, no matter that they were in an engagement. "Where is my wife? Where is she?"

And they hadn't known, they had taken him from the engagement and now he was on his way to Buckingham palace for his safety which he thought was crazy, they should be out finding her not worrying whether he stubbed his toe. "My children? Where are they?"

"They have been picked up and are on their way to the palace as well, they do not know."

William nodded and closed his eyes, where was she? Was she scared? If they hurt her, he trailed off he couldn't think that way.

He saw Charlotte talking a mile a minute in his father's lap, George was telling Harry about a spider at school. They were so blissfully unaware. He had to be to be strong for them, he looked around for Louis but didn't see him. "Where is Louis?" Fear clutched at him, what if he had been taken as well, then he saw Megan holding a smiling Louis, "Thank God" he murmured.

Charles forced a smile at his eldest son, "Glad you could join us son, Camillia why dont you take the children outside to play a spell?" He continued smiling as William hugged and kissed his children and ushered them out.

The second all three were out of earshot William exploded, "Where is she? I have to find her, I dont have time to sit around here!"

"Son, I know you are frustrated and upset but we have good men looking for her. You know you have to stay here." Charles tried to explain.

In his 36 years he had never come so close to hitting his father, "You cannot expect me to sit here! She needs me! She could be scared or hurt...or...no I will not lose her!" He felt Harry grab his arm and he shook it off. "Fine, if you won't help me, I will find her myself!"

He hadn't seen his grandmother and the Prime Minister walk in, "William please hear us out and then we will discuss the next steps."

Meanwhile, across town, "She is a pretty woman." The man named Rick ran his hand down her cheek, he took off the gag over mouth.

"What do you want?" She winced at how dry and sore her throat was, she had lost track of how long she had been in the dark warehouse.

"If we had time, a piece of you but we already sent your ring to the Prime Minister, do you think they know you are gone?" He seemed to enjoy taunting her, obviously he was the ringleader. So far she had counted only three men, they hadn't blind folded her, she knew they figured she would be dead before she could identify them.

Her wrists were raw from her trying to free them, "I know they know I am gone as do you." She had seen the news when they had showed her of William being led out of his engagement early, he had his public face on but she had seen the fear in his eyes.

"As soon as they give me what I want I will let you go." He said with a sneer.

"No you won't, you didn't blindfold me so you are planning to kill me. If and when you do, William will make sure you never breathe again." He grabbed her breast and she spat in his face. He slapped her and she tasted blood. She didn't react that's what they wanted.

She had to control her temper and figure out a way out of this mess.

William sat down as his grandmother did, then Teresa May handed him an envelope, "This was sent to me today, there is no way to know who it is from."

He gasped as he touched the ring, the blue sapphire sparkled, he clutched it as he opened the note.

"By now you know that we have the Duchess of Cambridge, give us what we want and she will not be harmed. Release Angus McCoy and she will be retuned. If not she dies."

"Who is Angus McCoy?" William asked, "Wait he was responsible for that bombing a few months back?" Teresa nodded.

William couldn't hear anymore, he didn't want to hear how England does not negotiate with terrorists.

He got up and began pacing, "Do you know where she is? It's been hours."

Elizabeth nodded, "Yes, we have been able to pinpoint her location. Catherine's phone has a GPS tracker, apparently they took it and turned it off but now it's been turned back on. This is most likely a trap but an MI-6 team will go in and see what they can do."

William shot up, "I am going with them Granny, you cannot keep me here!"

Charles started to argue but Elizabeth shook her head, "Very well but you will abide by these rules. You will go in capacity of the pilot, you will not leave that helicopter for any reason. You must remember that other lives are at stake. I have told Captain Simpson that he is in charge and if you do not stay or try to argue he has my permission to handcuff you to the helicopter."

He looked from his grandmother to his father, he had forgotten Harry and Megan were in the room. "I understand, let me say goodbye to the children and I will be ready."

As William went into the garden, Charles turned to his mother, "Are you sure about this? What if he is captured?"

"If something happens to her, he will never forgive himself, he is a grown man and I have a feeling he will do as he's been told. He doesn't have to actually rescue her, but he needs to feel hes done something. " Honestly she wondered if it was a wise decision but Philip had convinced her.

William stood a moment watching them play, he walked to where Louis was crawling on a blanket. Louis looked so much like Kate it took his breath away. Since Louis was only a baby he could be honest. "Sweet boy, mummy is in danger but I am going to get her back. We need her don't we? I just cannot do this alone. I love you pumpkin." He kissed his cheek and gave him a cuddle. "Georgie, Lottie come here please."

"Daddy has to go on a quick trip in the helicopter but I will be back as soon as I can. Be good and help Maria with Louis." He said hugging them both tight.

George looked around, "Where is mummy? She said she would be here when we got home from school."

William hated lying, but he didn't want George to worry. "She was delayed, but she sends her love and will be home soon."

Across town, Catherine lay her phone down, a while ago she had gotten her hands free. They had left her phone out, so she had turned it on knowing the GPS would work. She hoped it was on long enough to get help and then turned it back off. She hadn't dare try to call. She put her hands behind her back as she heard footsteps down the hall. Please God let someone find me, she prayed.

The chopper was ready, William met the team and jumped in the pilot seat. The coordinates showed a warehouse still inside London city limits.

Andrew Simpson watched him, he was there with two more teammates, not a large number but if there Intel was right it was all they needed. He hoped Catherine could hold her own and not go to pieces. "Your highness" he began but was cut off by "You are going to save my wife's life please call me Will."

"Very well, Will tell me about your children? Trust me, right now you are paralyzed in fear for your wife but trust me talking about your children helps." Andrew Simpson had been through similar situations in war.

William nodded and cleared his throat, "My little girl, Lottie, people always say there's a bond between fathers and daughters and I never knew how right they were until we had her. She is our little darling, but dont let her fool you mischievous is her middle name. She is a little mother to Louis, loves to see what he is up to and help Kate with him." He was surprised to feel himself relaxing. "Louis is my baby, he is the happiest boy in the world. He looks so much like Kate. George boy he is a scamp, he really keeps us on our toes has since he was born really tests the limits sometimes but you won't find a bigger heart." He became lost in thought thinking of them, of George bringing home baby animals he swore were lost or hurt and needed care.

As they got close, Captain Andrew Simpson asked him to stay and he nodded as he landed near the warehouse. He had a weapon and knew how to shoot. "If you have a gun give it to her, she is skilled at shooting."

He watched as the team ran towards the warehouse. It killed him to stay but he knew he would be more of a hindrance than a help. Please God she has to be okay.

Catherine heard the gunshots, she tried to get a low as she could. She prayed someone was coming. Rick grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back holding a gun to her head. "I will blow your brains out princess." He sneered.

There was a pop and he fell, she looked in horror as blood poured around him. "Your highness, I am Captain Andrew Simpson, let's get out of here. Will said you could shoot, please carry this. Anything happens keep running when you get outside you'll hear the chopper run to it."

Kate nodded and grabbed her phone, she didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.

The chopper was in the parking lot next door and she saw with a gasp her husband sitting inside.

Will turned to look, he almost couldn't believe it, he jumped from the helicopter and ran to her, "Kate oh baby thank God you are okay!" He held her in his arms until he realized there was an audience and he needed to get her to safety.

When Catherine woke up she knew she was in the hospital, she heard the beeping from the machine next to her. She looked over and saw William on the phone. When he saw her he hung up, "Hey baby how are you? They are going to release you soon. You have been asleep over 48 hours."

While she had slept William had finally taken a moment to look at her, he saw the bruises on her face and her cut lip. Her wrists were raw and bloody, rage filled him. If the scum wasn't head he would kill him.

Now she was awake and kept watching him, "The children?" He smiled of course she was more concerned about them.

"George knows a bad man hurt you but that I and a team of soldiers rescued you. Charlotte knows you were hurt but okay. Louis is blissfully unaware of anything." Will had told the kids that morning when Pippa had come to stay with Kate.

Tears filled her eyes, "oh Billy I was so scared. I thought I would never see you and the children again." She cried clinging to him.

"I know sweetheart, I was scared too but you are safe now. I love you always." They held one another as dawn broke. The bruises would fade but together they could overcome anything.

A/N hope y'all liked it!

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Riverdale: 03x01 - REVIEW 💀😜😈❤️

Its RIVVVEERDALE!

*screams theme music* 😂😂. I'm so happy and overjoyed that I could honestly cry! 😂. This season premiere has been so over hyped/talked about so much that I was just excited for the new season to just start already. Now that it has? I'm going to give you a little review on the episode 😉😁.

⭐ Archie Andrews 🙃....I mean..if you have been following my previous reviews from S2. You have noticed how much I've completely roasted the shit out of your boy for being completely blind and dimwitted to Hiram bullshit 👀😂. Cause S2 Archie? Was a very dark and frustrating time that should never be repeated again lmao.

But.... I DID feel a little sad for him this episode. Cause he is 100% not guilty (obviously) but by American court standards 🙄🙄🙄.aka with 0 evidence or eye witnesses to the murder the jury STILL had trouble coming up with a verdict 💀 it's laughable and sad to me that he is in jail and Hiram (who is a known crime lord and a prick) is still peacocking around the place a free man but... Whatever 😂😂😂😂.

⭐Hiram is a pussy and his gonna end up getting tripped on his lies and I'm gonna be there to put my leg out so he does 🙃.

⭐ Even though Alice is brainwashed by this 'Edgar' bitch. I ignored all that storyline and just focused on how *clears throat*

FALICE WAS SITTING NEXT TO EACHOTHER IN THE COURTROOM!!

(lmao it's amazing how a little thing like that can set a girl off but ... I was happy 😂🙃. God help me when they are seen in bed together later on in the season 😂 I'm pathetic lmao)

🌟 Can you get Polly out of my face please 😂🙃. I don't trust her ever since that evil look she had on her face at the end of S2 talking about the farm like it was some cult 💀👀.

Its just like...every time she opened her mouth and dissed Betty Saying she was 'sick' and she needed help I was like.

I mean. YES Polly has had a tough life in the past and I sympathize with her on that fact alone... But the judgment in her voice and her and Alice ganging up on Betty for wanting to grieve in her OWN WAY about what her father has done just erks me like...leave her alone 😂😂😂😂😂.

I still don't trust her so. Whenever she comes up on my screen I roll the eyes at the back of my head cause u can tell she's long gone by now 💀👀 (but then I feel bad cause it's not her fault she's this way but...whatever 😂)

⭐ Penny is another idiot I can't stand 😂😂 I dunno why she's got such a fetish for judghead but it needs to stop 💀. She nearly beat him to death and took his home...like..what more could this dumbass want! 😂😂😂.

She's really starting to erk me and it's getting annoying.

Jughead : have the southside, have the jacket, have our home, sorry for ripping your tattoo off your arm.

Penny:

Like? 😂😂😂😂 This woman is deranged and is on a warpath apparently so we are just gonna all have to grin and bare it until Sabrina Spellman comes to Riverdale and destorys them all 😂😂😂😂.

⭐ When they played 'Young Blood' I literally screamed 😂. Could this shows soundtrack get anymore better tho 🎇🎇🎆🎆🔥🔥🔥🔥

⭐That closeup of the 'Daddies of Riverdale' near the end of the show gave me life! 😭😭😭

If anyone is gonna take Hiram off his high horse it's them! And I'm living for it 😂😂😂. Fred, FP and Mr Keller on a screen together gives me whiplash 😂. I ain't joking around.

⭐ That Josie and Sweet pea scene was so cute! 😭😭😭. Because Sweetpea is my husband, baby boy + partner for life. I pretended it was me in that scene and tbh...when he stroked her leg, have a sensual kiss and the eye contact?

😂😂😂😂

⭐ Bughead was so fucking cute I died! 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

⭐ Varchie was so cute (even though I don't ship them but) it made my heart swell. ❤️❤️

⭐ I couldn't stand Hermione a majority of S2 cause it seemed like she still stayed with Hiram. Even though he put her and her daughter in danger (and nearly got them fucking killed!!!!) And Hiram couldn't give less of a shit about it....

But when she had that intense conversation with Veronica about how she was a prisoner and she could never leave cause she was afraid of what he might do...

👀💀💀💀 I felt that. I now see her in a more different light. And I hope to GOD both of them remove themselves from the toxicity of this bish before it's too late. Cause they seriously need help ..

⭐ I'm confused as to why Veronica is still living at her house. 👀💀

⭐ is Archie tattoo painted cause 😂😂😂👀. I SWEAR I saw FP use a paintbrush instead of a tattoo gun to give him the serpant sign lmao. If it's a fake. Won't it go off as soon as he gets in there? Cause I doubt any temporary tattoo lasts however time his in there for lmao.

⭐ Veronica " I guess you don't have a daughter anymore" -

Deceased 💀💀💀💀💀.

⭐ Why did Archie plead guilty OMFG! 🙄🙄🙄👀👀👀👀. He is really testing me rn lmao. He didn't do anything! The least he couldn't of done is keep on trying ...

Yeah yeah he don't wanna put his family and friends through the same pain but come on bro! He shouldn't of given up....but a show needs a storyline so...lmao.

⭐ How are they gonna throw the babies in the fire and then they float up in the air

I'm sorry 😂😂😂😂 I know I shouldn't laugh but it seemed so ridiculous and out of this world I dunno what to think lmao.

⭐ Is Betty good 👀 her having a seizure was kinda worrying for me like 💀. Wth?

⭐ For real. Who tf is that blonde kid seen with Ms Grundy, then Chic and then the guy with the glasses? Like...wtf 😂😩 his apparence makes me nervous.

⭐ I swear Riverdale is going getting into this supernatural stuff cause they are gonna do a crossover with 'the chilling adventures of Sabrina ' soon so they wanna get onto 'that level ' 😂😂 and I dunno how I feel about that.

⭐ If penny gets her dirty hands on Betty...I would pay to see Alice and her box. I ain't even joking 😂😂😂😂😂👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. Forget Logan Paul and Ksi...the real match is between those two! Lmao.

Annnnnyywaaaaaayyyyyyyy.

That was my Riverdale review for this week 😁😁😁😁😁😁🙃🙃🙃. I give this ep a 8/10. It was ok but it wasn't amazing. But it left me interesting to see what's new for this show 😜❤️

[canyoutellmewhereithurts-blog]

Yo I'm so down for this blog okay I saw this prompt from @running-afever and I was hoping you could write something with it. I don't have a specific character in mind so you can use whoever you want. The prompt is the following: "when the sickie is in denial and still trying to go about their daily life and the soft-spoken caregiver reaches their limit and says something like "I'm taking you home.Now." "You're not fine. You're burning up." "You're going to bed. Now." Thank you in advance!! ❤️

I had a lot of fun writing this story.After letting the whump community drag me into the hellhole offeelings that is Timeless, it was good to throw some stuff on paper.If you don’t know the series: it’s about time travel. Lucy,historian, Rufus, pilot, and Wyatt, soldier, use a timemachine (called ‘the lifeboat‘) tofollow badguy Garcia Flynn through many ages. Their task is to puthim out and stop him from changing history. I really do hope this story makes some kind of sense to people who haven’t seen the series. (You could also, of course, justwatch it, for it will light up your life). I will admit I gotcarried away a little, but I hope you still enjoy this mess I made!

‘Wyatt! Wyatt!’Somehow it had onlytaken a few weeks for this instinct to kick in: when in trouble, callfor Wyatt.  Rufus, next to her, raised his arms like a boxer. Helooked at her from the corners of his eyes, his brow wrinkled.I can’t fight,he mouthed.Lucynodded in response, but the men were closing in on them and shestarting fearing that they might not get a choice. Haltingly, sheraised her own arms. ‘Ah, does it have to be like that,beautiful? We don’t mean any harm…’ one of the men said. The guynext to him grinned.Rufus took her arm an pulled her half behindhis back. ‘You wanna get to her? You’ll have to get through me,first.’ The independent woman in Lucy revolted a little at that,but mostly, her heart swelled with gratefulness. She wanted to touchRufus’ shoulder, somehow let him know she appreciated the gesture,even if it wouldn’t get them anywhere. Before she could, however,someone came rushing around the corner. The first man was on theground within seconds. She stood frozen.  'Run!’ Wyatt yelled,ducking and taking a swing at the grinning guy, who was no longergrinning. 'I’ll see you at the meeting-point. Go!’Her heart beattoo loud and too fast. She couldn’t just run, could she? Leave him tofend of six men on his own? Punches were thrown so fast she wasn’tsure who’s fists were who’s anymore. 'Rufus!’ Wyatt sounded out ofbreath. 'Get Lucy and leave!’Rufus grabbed her arm again. Thenthey were running, leaving behind the small street, the taverns inwhich they had looked for Flynn, the drunken 1815-men, who were sosimilar to drunken 2016-men. They didn’t stop till they hadreached the square assigned as their meeting-point. There, Rufus letgo of her and put his hands on his knees, panting. She leaned againstthe wall of a building and momentarily closed her eyes. 'God,’Rufus groaned. 'And I thought I hated history in high school.’'Well,’Lucy tried to shake the adrenaline that had left her knees weak.Nothing has happened. It was a close call, but nothing happened. 'Let me tell you: thisisn’t exactly as I envisioned it in college, either. Though youdefending me was quite gallant.’Rufus straightened up and huffed.'Keeping chivalry alive since 1983.’Their banter was broken bythe arrival of Wyatt. He came limping from one of the side streets, anarm wrapped around his mid-section and blood trickling down from acut near his eyebrow. His cheekbone was already turning purple.'OGod, Wyatt!’ Lucy was with him within seconds. She wanted to throwher arms around him, but he flinched back. They fell useless to herside. 'Are you okay? O, what am I saying, of course you are not okay.Do we need to find a doctor? Do you want to sit down?’Rufus caught up with them and hovered next to Wyatt, seemingly unsureif he had to assist the other man. 'I am fine,’ Wyatt saidcurtly. 'How are you two?’His eyes sought hers, and she could seethe fear now, fear that wasn’t directed at his own well-being.'Nothing happened,’ she hastened to say. 'They were – you came justin time. They didn’t touch us.’He let go a rush of air, taking a deep breath immediately after, as if trying to steady himself.'Rufus?’ he asked. 'She’s right,’ he said. 'We’re okay. No harmdone. You, though, are looking a little worse for wear.’'I amfine,’ he repeated. Lucy could see the moment he shifted from worriedfriend to hardened soldier; he squared his shoulders, set his jaw.'Have you found out anything about Flynn? I, for one, can’t wait to getout of here.’'Wehaven’t – ’ Rufus started, but Lucy didn’t hear the rest of thatsentence. Her eye had fallen upon a ladder standing against one ofthe buildings on the other side of the square, and realization hither with violent force. It must have been the exhaustion catching upwith her, making her brain slow, for how could she have forgottenabout this? Yes, sure, it had been a very minor battle in the grandscheme of the war, taking no more than a week and an amount of livesthat had never even made it into the books, but the historical impact had been significant, nevertheless. '– Lucy?’She blinked a fewtimes. Both Rufus and Wyatt were looking at her with worry etched allover their faces. 'I know,’ she said.'Youknow what, exactly?’ Rufus asked wide-eyed.The words tumbled fromher mouth. 'I know where Flynn is. I know what he is doing here. Heis going to bring ladders to the English.’'Ladders. Of course.’Wyatt deadpanned. The effect died out a little when he shifted hisweight and winced. 'Are you sure you are alright?’ Lucy asked.Her mind was jumping in all directions, from what Flynn was trying todo, to how they could stop him, to white-faced Wyatt, and she feltlike a juggler with to many balls.'Fine,’he almost snarled, though the anger didn’t seem directed at her. Atwho, then? Another ball – she shoved the question out of her mindfor later. 'You were talking about Flynn. And ladders.’'It’s thebattle of New Orleans. About eight miles from here, England is tryingto overthrow the American settlement, and our men are greatlyoutnumbered. But the English didn’t have enough ladders to climb thewalls, and they lost. It played an important part in the peaceconferences later, and provided us with president Andrew Jackson. Ithink Flynn is planning to let the English win. I think he is goingto bring them ladders.'  Rufus rubbed his cheek. 'Why do therehave to be so many wars?’'Flynn is probably already there,’ Wyattsaid. 'We have to reach him before he kills another president. Orpresident to-be. And since we can’t steal cars here… we shouldleave. Like, now.’'Okay,�� Lucy said. She nodded, mostly toherself. History first. All the rest could come after that. 'We havea map somewhere, right? I think I know how to get there.’Eightsmiles is a long walk when the roads are barely more than dusty trailsand time is snapping at your ankles. They went as fast as possible,but after no more than a mile and a half, Wyatt stumbled for thefirst time. Lucy and Rufus exchanged worried looks. Neither of themsaid anything. By now, they knew Wyatt well enough to be aware hewould not admit to any pain. He just walked on, stubbornly. Aftertwo miles, he was doubling over ever so slightly and panting. Bythree, he was biting his lip. Sweat coated his brow. The purplebruising looked worse as his face got paler. On three-and-a-half, Lucy couldn’t take it any longer. But just when she made a move tostop Wyatt, he halted. For a moment, she actually believed he wouldask for help, a pause, anything. Instead, he said: 'Can you twoplease stop looking at me like you are waiting for me to faint?’ Heshook himself like he was physically getting rid of their attentionand picked up his pace again.The surprise had them unmoving for afew heartbeats, and they hurried to catch up. They flankedWyatt, Rufus to his right, Lucy at his left.  'Look,’ Rufus said.'History is important. I get it. But getting all three of us home, preferably alive,is pretty important too.’As is it was some kind ofdefense, Wyatt walked faster. Lucy pulled up her dress from her feet,almost jogging. 'Hey,’ she said. 'Hey, just… stop for a moment, alright?’'Because to be honest,’ Rufus shrugged apologetic, 'youdo look like you are about to faint.’At that, Wyatt produced his trademark crooked grin, though it closely resembled a grimace. 'You should see the other guys.’’Okay, stop. Stop walking.’ It was the restraining hand Rufus put on his shoulder, that finally had him halting. 'Because that,my friend, is a cliché only used by people who are feeling awful. Iknow. I watch movies.’Wyatt rolled his eyes. When he tried to raise a hand, however, maybe to run it through his hair or drag it along his face, he froze. Lucy and Rufus were both at his service immediately, steadying him by elbow and shoulder. He took three slow, measured breaths. Carefully, he put his arm back against his abdomen and hissed.He gathered his strength before looking at them again. 'Stop it. Please, stop it.I wasn’t the one being assaulted, for Gods sake. I can’t believe Ialmost let you two come to harm! Again! I should be worrying overyou, not the other way around.’Sothat was the anger, Lucy thought. Not directed at them, or evenFlynn: he was beating up himself about what happened.'Look,’she said. 'We had to split up. It wasn’t your fault. If anything, itwas mine. It wouldn’t have happened if I had thought of the battleearlier.’Any protests were cut short by Rufus. 'It’s the fault ofthose drunken morons, and no one elses, okay? Self-loathing isn’tgoing to save the day.’Wyatt seemed to grip that statement as a drowning men would, well, a lifeboat. 'Rufusis right. We still have to get to Flynn. After that,you can call hospitals or tuck me in all you want. For now, we aresoldiers.’Not quite sure that was the right course, Lucy swallowed. But what could she really do? Drag him back to the lifeboatwith force?'Alright,’she said. 'But you tell us when things get too bad.’He nodded,and it was the least convincing thing she had ever seen. Eventually, they made it to the battleground, where everythingwas deadly silent. It was actually very close to where they had parkedthe lifeboat; a pity they had made that whole trip to the city for noreason. If they hadn’t, they might have all been okay right now. While they sneaked up to the camp of the English andcrouched out of sight of the guards, trying to come up with a plan,Lucy kept looking at Wyatt. His face was pinched, his lips a tight line, and now they were sitting, he almost curled intohimself. Suddenly Rufus whispered: 'Flynn.’ Lucy jerked her head around and indeed: Flynn was crossing the camp, in between twovery broad men, who were holding his arms and looking none toofriendly. 'Looks like the problem is solving itself!’ Rufusvoice was low, but enthusiastic. 'Finally. I was beginning to wonder how healways teams up with the big guys while we are being dragged aroundby the police.’The sound of someone retching, distracted them from gloating over Flynn. Lucy turned soquickly she almost gave herself a whiplash. It was Wyatt, sitting onhis knees, simultaneously throwing up and trying to curl into a ball.He whimpered.'OGod,’ Rufus had paled within seconds. 'Lucy, help me get him on hisback. I remember something.’A shiver ran trough her. Still, she helped Wyatt lay back. He tried to protest, but itwas weak, and she vaguely wondered when it had gotten this bad, howshe could have missed the transition from not fine topossibly dying. Wyatthissed and clenched his fists, his fingernails digging bloodyhalf-moons. She put her hand over his, unsure how to provide comfortto a Delta Force.  By now, Rufus was untucking his shirt. 'Whatare you doing?’ she asked. Her voice shook a little.  'Checking for internalbleeding. Can be caused by blunt force to the belly.’'And you area medical professional since when?’ Wyatt groaned from his positionon the ground. Tears had gathered in the corners of his eyes, but atleast he was talking.  'Ilooked up some stuff after the whole Lincoln-affair. I like to beprepared.’Carefully,Rufus pressed down on Wyatts abdomen. His back arched; he could barely bite back a scream. 'Hey,’ he panted. 'Warn a guy.’'Sorry, sorry.’ Rufusmuttered, but he had paled even more and that was enough to tell Lucyall she needed to know. 'We have to get you to a hospital.Right now.’Wyatt tried to push himself upright. He failed; his arms weretrembling too much. Lucy could feel his fast pulse where her wrist touched his.'No!’ he protested. ‘We have important things to do and I am – ’'Not fine,’Lucy finished his sentence. Suddenly, the panic made way for determination and she looked her friend in the eye. 'I don’t care whathappens. We are going to get you home. You will not die for history.’Rufusnodded. A silence followed in which they both waited for Wyatts reaction. It came, though in the form of a abstract sentence: 'Rufus, give me your belt.’ 'Give you - what?’'Your belt. Movingisn’t going to be fun, but if the British hear me yell… I need tobite down on something.’Hearing Wyatt admit his pain, even if itwas in this practical fashion, only strengthened Lucy’s resolve.Rufus fiddled to get his belt and folded it in two beforehelping Wyatt grip it between his teeth. 'Okay,’ he muttered.'Soldiers, right? Let’s go.’Together, they pulled Wyatt up, and Lucy wasthankful that the leather muffled any sounds for more than onereason. She was sure a scream would have ripped all her unsteady calm to pieces.  Luckily, the lifeboat was close by indeed. It still took them about twenty minutes to reach it. With Rufus pulling and her helping fromthe ground, they worked a dazed Wyatt inside. He dropped into hischair heavily and pulled up his legs. His fingers were to uncoordinated to get the buckles. 'Let me do that,’ Lucy said,carefully taking them and securing him. She looked at where Rufus waspushing buttons. 'Do you think time travel is bad for people withinternal bleeding?’'I think most things are bad for people withinternal bleeding,’ he said tensely. The movement started, her stomachrolled. Then everything disappeared for a moment. 

…

'Youhad like zero color left in your face! The situation was so dire andall I could think was: if I wanted to see Fifty Shades of Gray, Iwould have asked Jiya, not you.’'Funny,’ Wyatt said, but hisanger wasn’t convincing and they all laughed. After a surgery gonewell and multiple bags of blood, he almost looked healthy again, eventhough he had just woken up on his back in a hospital bed.Slowly, his face turned serious. 'And Flynn?’ he asked. 'Flynn gotback not long after we did,’ Lucy answered. 'I think he had to run.Nothing changed. For once, we aren’t even mentioned in a journal orsomething.’'So no new movies about us?’Sheshook her head, smiling. 'None.’ In the silence that fell after that, Lucy felt the irresistible need to confront them with her thoughts. 'I can’t stop thinkingabout what could have happened,’ she admitted. 'What if we hadn’tgotten back in time?’Wyatt shook his head. 'This life we livenow? There are way to many what-ifs already, without us making upmore for every tiny mistake. I am here. You and Rufus are here. We are fine,for real this time.’'’Cause that’s what teams do, right?’ Rufus grinned.'Protect each other?’With a sigh, Lucy looked at both men, herteam, her friends. Wyatt was right; it was no use thinking of allthe things that could have gone wrong, that still could go wrong.They were here, they were fine. For now, that was enough.

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Tag drop ft. connections &. relationships

* &. gen ship — i swear that you're not missing anything if you run the wrong way when i hold out my hands !

* wolf — this is what you get for not believing in demons !

* andrew — do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away !

* mother — you have confused the value of family with the idea of family values !

* father — shaking hands built to hold too tight !

* nicole  — like all delicate things your body can know no permanence !

* bradley  — some people are a lesson in what to avoid !

* jamie  — you would set yourself on fire to keep everyone else warm !

* aaron — he will live alone or in between !

* &. wolf  — you still visit me while i sleep ; your fingers trace my spine &. i listen to your breathe ; please stop haunting me !

* &. andrew  — i'm coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth !

* &. mother — you sliced me open &. called it creation ; i can still feel the knife !

* &. father — since i have been able to understand volume my father is the loudest quiet i've ever known !

* &. nicole — i dug a hole inside my heart to put you in your grave !

* &. bradely — you used to hand me scraps of kindness &. i would gnaw on them for days !

* &. jamie — you split me open in the most honest way there is !

* &. aaron — why build a room we can live in ; why build a shed for our fears !