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writing-for-marvel · 1 year ago

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Carly thank you so much for your kind words, you've got me bawling my eyes out here 🥹🥹😭😭

I’m always up for spreading the love! Here is a non exhaustive list of some amazing writers I admire so much 💜💜

@drabblewithfrannybarnes Carly's Lucky Charms Hockey AU is so extensive and intricate, each of the boys stories are so unique. I'm blown away by the level of detail in this AU and how attached I am to each pairing so far. I haven't made my way through all of them yet, but so far my favourite has been Coach B and his sweetheart! Another one of my absolute favourites from Carly is My Best Friend, Jensen. Adore the angst of will they, won't they!

@flordeamatista my dearest friend, the Queen of poetic writing, as well as of Andy & Ari fics! I’m always floored by your beautiful ideas and all the twists and turns you manage to always surprise me with! There are so many of your fics I’m in love with, and some of which I’m honoured to have helped beta, but some of my favourites are Under the Blue (Park Ranger!Ari) and I Am His And He Is Mine (Andy Barber)

@intrepidacious Nika I love you and your writing so much, I treasure your friendship beyond words! I know Time After Time is your baby, and I’m so proud of how much love and effort you’ve put into that series. I love what I’ve read of it so far and can’t wait for you to break my heart with all the angst and then stitch it back together! Another favourite of mine is A Million Summers, the amount of emotion you convey in this fic and all your writing is glorious!

@crazyunsexycool there are so many of Val’s stories that I’m so utterly in love with! There’s something so sweet and comforting about the way you write your characters in love, like they find their home in each other and it gets me emotional every time! My absolute favourite is A Loving Sacrifice, I will never get over just how much I adore that story! A close runner up is Is It A Crime?

@jadedvibes little miss doesn’t think you can write angst but masterfully crushed my heart into a million pieces with your series Always! Your writing feels so sophisticated and polished, it’s like I’ve picked up a published book that I cannot put down. You have so many wonderful stories I could choose from to shoutout, but another favourite of mine is Happy When It Rains

@jobean12-blog sweet Jo there’s so much to say about your beautiful writing, but I think the thing that always makes me come back to your stories is the warm, fuzzy feeling I get in my chest whenever I read any of your fluff! Your stories always just make me feel so incredibly happy. I could name so many fics of yours I love, but a couple of my favourites are Nook of Love (Joel Miller) and Protecting What’s His (Beefy!Bodyguard!Bucky)

@holacia3 Cia I love you! You’re always so supportive and kind, but then also bless us with the best Joel fics! If you didn’t know already, my favourite is your Roommate Joel Collection (when I was grabbing the link I noticed I’ve missed a few instalments so I’m now super excited to catch up!) Another of your fics that I think shows your beautiful versatility as a writer is Interrupted

@slyyywriting I’ve had such a wonderful time starting your In The Circuit F1 AU, I adore the variation in all the couples dynamics, as well the threads you weave in each story that show they’re all connected. I can’t wait to read even more of this AU! Another story I adored from you is Might Even Be

@real-jane Kate you genuinely have some of the most immaculate writing I think I’ve ever read. When I read the first part of Detectives In Love, I knew that there was something so special about your writing talent, and every fic I have read of yours has absolutely blown me away, including Poet Laureate

@targaryenvampireslayer Suz I look up to you so much as a writer and person, you’re so full of talent and have written so many gems (like On My Mind and Surprise, that Sam fic continues to be such a comforting favourite!), but always ensure you are supporting writers and lifting others up!

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

I love it. Let's do this! In no particular order (since I'm going to answer this before attempting writing for a while), we have:

@drabblewithfrannybarnes probably doesn't know how long I've been reading her hockey series, but she also cannot fathom my excitement that she read and reviewed a single thing I've written, much less dozens. I tear up every time, and the acceptance it makes me feel as a fic writer is...indescribable.

@navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor --Navy and Roo have been doing amazing things with their Sleepover efforts. The support and encouragement they've been providing to so many in our community is just fantastic, and while I'm sad I haven't been up to participating more, they deserve every shoutout and accolade. Trophies for you lovelies!

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@peyton--warren works so f--king hard on each and every posted work that I'm inspired to always rethink and be better. She considers so many facets of characters and plot that I know I'm getting a treat of a read!

@jamneuromain --where to start?? The RANGE on this lovely's writing is phenomenal. So many universes in one head; I don't know how to keep up! I could never imagine half of those scenarios, but I hope to one day come close. 💜

@darsynia is my personal convert to a Steve Rogers fan lol, and she's nipping at my heels to overtake me. I can hear her loving screams in comments now! But in all sincerity, everyone should know that I would not be here or writing today without her. She's my rock and her talent is off the charts. 🔥😘

@anika-ann feels like a long-lost sister. We love the same aspects of Steve (+other characters), and I know we both work tirelessly to bring that to the page in a bunch of different ways. She's PROLIFIC, too, and I bow down to how fast she whips out her quality fics. Again, a complete inspiration!

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork is a sweetheart who writes us as humans and I adore every word. Her Curtis series is my happy place, and I am forever grateful. It's a real-life boost of worth and encouragement.

Thank you for asking!

a/n: This is by no means an extensive and complete list of those who whose work I adore on this and other platforms. If you feel I missed you or someone else, I will happily add and correct!

#author rec #always spread love #sharing is caring #Carly ⛸️

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americasass81 · 4 years ago

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I Know What You Need

Warnings:- Smut, Aftercare, Fluff, Spanking, Mild Degradation, Use of Pet Names, Edging. 18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

A/N:- This was written especially for @syntheticavenger who sparked the idea after posting the remark pictured below. This is my first time writing for Andy and I hope I pulled it off. As for you Synth, I really hope this hits the spot🤣😉.

Pairing:- soft-ish!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count:- 2,137

He knew you didn't mean it. Life in general often brought you a little down, but now the current state of things, coupled with your present inebriated condition and this was bound to happen. But you both knew it couldn't go unchecked. Meeting Andy at a mixer when his firm was hired to do some work with your legal department, you immediately hit it off over your shared love of football. Having finally left his painful past behind him, Andy hadn't really been looking for anything new, but something about you drew him in.

Almost six months constantly bumping into each other around the office and sparks were definitely starting to fly. Andy loved how forceful and bossy you could be when working, how focused during the few presentations he had witnessed, mirrored with how free and animated you got when the two of you would frequent the canteen to discuss whatever football match you both had last seen and it quickly dawned on him that you were something special.

Realizing that his world seemed a whole lot brighter with you in it, he didn't waste much time when the contract between your two firms neared completion. Three days before it ended, he cornered you in one of the many conference rooms and asked if you would be interested in joining him for dinner. Informing him that his offer might be considered if he knew any place that served both good wine and pasta, he smirked knowingly before walking away leaving you to wonder if you had seen the last of him.

Twenty-four hours later and there you were, sitting in Andy's car on your way to who knows where. Eventually pulling up to what looked like an old run down warehouse, Andy gracefully led you inside where a beautiful miniature park, complete with skylight, water feature and seating area took your breath away. "Impressed?" he questioned, and looking around all you thought was there was no way pasta was on the menu. Still, ever the polite young person you were raised to be, you looked around a few minutes before speaking.

"Yeah, it's definitely beautiful here. How did you find it?"

"Came across this place a little over a year and a half ago. Been working on it here and there ever since." he said, walking you towards the seating area. Sitting you down with a wide grin on his handsome face, he then reached behind the bench wall and pulled forth two specially insulated bags. "It even comes complete with dining services." he added as he opened up the bigger bag and produced two gloriously hot pasta dishes. Taking in the wonderful smell, he then brought out the wine and two glasses from the smaller bag and you had to admit, he may actually have brought you to heaven.

Eating the delicious meal, amid the beautiful surroundings and wonderful company, you thought your night couldn't possibly get any better until Andy suggested taking you on a night time drive through the city before dropping you home. Doing all you could not to jump his bones right there, you held your composure and smiled gratefully at him before accepting.

Now here you were, three months after that glorious night and countless dates in between, firmly back in the present with an irate boyfriend, a belly full of wine and a mouth determined to do nothing but dig you a deeper hole. " 'm not sryy." you slurred out as Andy rolled up his sleeves and shoved you face first into the couch before placing your body securely across his thick thighs.

"No honey?" he questioned, running his hands along your ass and thighs while squeezing hard every so often, "well let me see what I can do about that," and with that the sound of fabric tearing reached your ears as your panties were ripped from you. Knowing now that you were in trouble by the use of 'honey' and the discarded panties, a shiver worked its way up your spine as Andy lowered his upper body along your back to rest his lips against your ear. "Care to tell me what got us here, huh?" and no response from you was rewarded with a loud slap against your now exposed ass.

Crying out, his hand then massaged the soft flesh as he waited for you to finally answer. "Screamed at you for not being here when I got home."

"Right, but my meeting was on the calendar for a month. Could it be something else is going on?" and when you just flipped him the finger, he swiftly brought your hands behind your back and rained down four blows on each cheek and both your thighs. Trying to stifle the sounds that were a mix between a shriek and a moan, he wormed his fingers between your folds and tutted loudly when his fingers came away wet.

"Look at this honey," he mocked, moving his fingers in front of your face before stuffing them into your mouth. Leaving them there until you got the message, he bent forward once more as you licked the moisture from them. "That's it honey, clean them good. Oh my word, look at you, filthy little thing trying to get herself off while I'm here teaching you some manners." he sneered as he stilled your movements with a bit more pressure on your lower back.

"Andy baby, please?" you begged, removing your mouth from his fingers and turning your head to face him. Looking at your tear streaked face he might have taken pity on you, but something told him in this moment, this was what you needed.

"Don't 'Andy baby' me, honey, you brought this on yourself. Tell me what's really going on. Now." he demanded, and you knew from his tone not answering would have you sore for a week.

"Work was bad." you finally admitted, feeling a bit of relief just saying those three little words. "Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong and I guess I just lost it."

"Yeah, and the wine didn't help either. How many times have I told you drinking is not the answer?" he asked and once more your answer was cut off as his hand made contact with your ass. "You're going to count for me honey and maybe, just maybe, I might go easy on you," and with that you moaned out the numbers one to ten as Andy's hand made contact with your nether regions over and over again.

Finally satisfied, Andy released you and sitting you on his lap, wiped your tears as a pout formed on your lips. "Aw what's the matter now honey? Did I stop before my girl got to come? Here let me help you out." he smirked as he moved his hand down to your now swollen and sensitive folds. Moving his fingers up and down along your slit, he alternated between delving into your warm heat and circling your throbbing clit. Keeping your tender ass firmly nestled against his growing erection so you couldn't move, he worked you up so good that just when your body finally began to sing . . . the music stopped.

Turning your head once more to look at him, he simply winked at you and licked his fingers clean as your brain realized what he had in store. Kissing you fiercely to stifle your protests, he allowed your body to cool off before starting his ministrations all over again. Five more times of this treatment, and you actually apologized for your behavior as your legs kicked out at nothing in a desperate attempt just to do something.

At last taking pity on you, or perhaps himself, he got up, tossed you on the couch and ripped your top clean down the middle. Ignoring your complaints, he then added to the humiliation by forcing your tits out of your bra and slapping each one repeatedly as his other hand began freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. Gazing down on his hard and impressive length, he gave you a moment to enjoy the view, before taking his shaft and slotting it into your waiting pussy in one powerful thrust.

Moaning out at the warm, grasping feeling of your tight, wet walls, he set up a punishing rhythm as his powerful hips pounded into your sore ass. Telling you over and over again how wet and welcoming your pussy was, it didn't long for the tension he had built up in your body to finally snap and you came with a shriek as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Slapping your tits once again as his cock and hips continued to guide you through your high, you knew he had no intention of letting you down as the pressure started building once again.

Pleading with him to slow down, he took your words as a challenge and sucking hard enough on both breasts that you knew you would still feel it tomorrow, he thrust a few more times before bringing his fingers to your clit and squeezing hard. Screaming loudly and arching your back as you came hard around him for the second time, he pulled out just in time and sprayed his seed all over your exposed chest.

Laying his forehead against yours while kissing you tenderly and rubbing his cum into your skin, he waited patiently until your breathing returned to normal before speaking. "Feeling better sweetheart?" and the change of pet name told you that all was as it should be and your punishment was over.

"Yeah." you answered slowly, finally sounding like yourself again. "Thank you. Sometimes I just ne . . ."

"Need to not be in charge all the time." he finished for you, before continuing. "I know sweetheart and you know I'm always here for you, no questions, no judgements. But maybe next time lower the volume a bit, my ears are still ringing." he laughed and you couldn't help but break into laughter along with him.

Then picking you up and carrying you upstairs before placing you on the seat at the end of the bed, he headed off into the bathroom where the sound of running water told you a bath was now in the offering. Returning swiftly, he helped both of you out of your clothes, though his were still intact, and then ducking back into the bathroom, turned off the taps before coming back, scooping you up and lowering both of you into the warm, refreshing bubble bath.

While the water stung a little at first as it kissed your tender flesh, bringing his massive legs together provided the perfect cushion for you to rest on. Sinking back against his powerful chest, you slowly felt all the remaining stresses and cares of the day slip further away as Andy's talented fingers and the warm water worked together to ease every knot he could find.

Having worked you over so good that you felt like putty, Andy then washed you lovingly before removing both of you from the bath and wrapping you in one of the fluffiest towels you swore had ever touched your delicate skin. Drying you gently but thoroughly, Andy then disappeared momentarily only to return a few minutes later to lift you up, carry you back to the bedroom and dump you face first onto another towel stretched across the bed. Telling you not to move, you rested your head on your hands but turned back towards him slightly when you heard the pop of a bottle.

Kneeling on the bed beside you, the contents hitting you directly on your lower back told you that Andy was about to give you one of his glorious full body massages. Though the only one you had so far received was on your birthday, two months ago, the memory still lingered in your muscles and soon he had you purring like a pussy as his lotion covered hands kneaded every inch of skin they could find. Drifting off slowly towards paradise, the next time you opened your eyes found you clothed and wrapped in Andy's arms in the middle of your bed in time to watch the night's football match.

Glancing lovingly at the one man who not only knew what you needed but how and when you needed it, you were about to ask him where your match-time snack was when he reached towards the bedside table and produced your favorite grapes. "Come on now sweetheart, you didn't think I'd forget these?" he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Grabbing the grapes from him while placing a tender kiss against his lips, you popped one in your mouth and smiled at him cheekily before snuggling into his warm embrace just in time for the start of the game.

Tagging: @syntheticavenger @nsfwsebbie @hoseokchild @gotnofucks

#soft-ish!Andy Barber x Female Reader

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prettybiching · 4 years ago

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well since requests are open for John King 👀👀 (i’ve never actually requested anything so don’t judge) what if the reader is somehow introduced to him through one of his co-anchors (who knows the reader has a crush bc of all that glorious election coverage), and we see what would happen maybe on a first date?? it doesn’t have to be smutty but i certainly wouldn’t be opposed..i love your writing btw!!! blessing us in this (small) John King fandom

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Pairing: John King x fem! reader Warning: 18+ mature scenes (oral f receiving), swear words and sexual innuendoes. Viewer’s discretion is advised, you’re responsible for your media consumption. Word Count: 2.5k words Note: I changed it up a bit, hope you don’t mind :)

Anderson Cooper, ever the stoic news anchor loved to play matchmaker for his friends. It was a trait Andy had managed to rub off on him, but he enjoyed it more than he'd like to admit.

Y/N had involuntarily become the latest victim of his match-making tendencies.

She didn't mean to babble out her newfound infatuation with his colleague, John King, to him but Anderson and Andy had managed to get her drunk, absolutely wasted. Before she could stop herself, she was slipping out all the unholy thoughts she'd been dreaming since election week.

The teasing that followed was relentless. It didn't help that Y/N had preliminarily promised to accompany Anderson to DC. She just hoped she wouldn't have to face the silver fox himself.

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She knew something was terribly wrong the moment she saw the wicked smile etched on Anderson's face.

"Uhm, why are you smiling like that?" she asked, her eyes wide with trepidation as Anderson let himself into her hotel room.

"You, young lady," he trailed, heading straight for the unpacked suitcase that laid on her bed, "have a date tonight."

Her mouth hung wide open in disbelief and horror, "What?!"

"Yup," he answered, not bothering to turn around, ruffling the contents of her luggage, every so often examining the articles of clothing.

"I don't wanna go on a date," she whined, throwing her head back. Dragging her feet to where Anderson stood, making an absolute wreck of her belongings, she plopped herself on the bed, tugging out her lips and staring at him with pleading eyes.

At last, he halted at his action, clumsily throwing the blouse he had in his hands in the briefcase before turning towards her. "Trust me, you'll make me the godfather of your future children after tonight."

"T-tonight?" she sputtered, jolting out of bed. There was no way she was going on that date now, she didn't even know who he was!

"Anderson, I love you, but a heads up would've been nice," she sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

Anderson stroked his chin for a second, in thought before scrunching his face, "Nope, where's the fun in that?"

Y/N gave him a deadpan look, slumping her shoulders. She knew sooner or later, she'd have to accept defeat. There was no way she was winning against Anderson Cooper. "Will, you at least tell me who it is?"

He smirked, mischief was written all across his face as he shook his head, "You already know what I'm about to say."

She groaned, taking a few steps towards him before clumsily planting her forehead on his shoulder. "You're the worst!"

Wrapping his arms around her figure, he let out a laugh, his body vibrating beneath her. "You know you love me."

"No, I don't."

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After Y/N's long foreseen defeat, Anderson dragged her to go shopping with him stating that her limited clothing 'just wouldn't do'. She went along without a fight, admitting that she didn't pack anything she could wear on a date.

Despite going along with her best friend's words and having full faith in his match-making abilities, she wasn't sure how much of a success the night would be. Not when her mind could only fixate on the image of a certain news anchor between her thighs.

However, she didn't want her silly fantasies to get in the way of her actual love life and with the help of Anderson's picky taste, decided on a dress for the evening. Although the black half-slit bodycon wasn't something she'd usually wear, she felt confident in it, and that was all that mattered.

As she was on her way to the outdoor French restaurant near Washington Harbour that her date had picked for the night. She knew the restaurant was fancy from all the reviews she'd seen online.

As the uber driver drove closer and closer to the destination, Y/N was a bundle of nerve. She didn't know what to expect, hell, she knew nothing about him at all aside from Anderson's confidence that the night would go well.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of the park-like restaurant, fairy lights and intertwining vines of leaves decorating the area. 'What's the worst that could happen?" she let out a sharp breath, trying to calm her nerves as she exited the vehicle.

She made her way to the reception, her eyes advertently scanning her surroundings to spot a familiar face. "Hi, my name's Y/N L/N, I believe I have a reservation?"

The receptionist gave her a practised smile before leading her to her table, "right this way, Ms L/N."

Y/N followed her lead, her steps being clumsy from the knot of nerves forming in her stomach and her heart stopped when she saw the man standing up as she made her way towards him. John fucking King.

She was going to kill Anderson.

Unable to move a muscle, she froze at her feet as he approached her. He had a crisp perfectly fitted black suit on and a warm smile on his lips that had her knees buckling. She just hoped she didn't look like a lunatic in front of him.

"You okay there, Y/N?" he mused, flashing his teeth.

Crossing her arms across her chest, she opened her mouth, trying to form a coherent thought. "I- yes, I'm okay," she stammered, squirming under John's unmoving gaze.

She had met John a couple of times in the past, none of the interactions was long enough to be considered memorable. She was always afraid of making a fool out of herself. Seemed like she was compensating for all of those in one go.

John didn't look convinced but didn't push her on it any further. Instead, he extended his elbow towards her with a quirk of his brow, "shall we?"

Awkwardly she interlocked her arms with his and followed his lead, all the while making sure she didn't fall face-first onto the floor.

They stopped in front of a table in the back corner of the patio; mostly hidden away from plain sight. Y/N smiled, knowing Anderson must've told him that she preferred such setting.

John quickly untangled their arms, preventing her from moving further as he pulled out a chair, gesturing towards her to sit. She flashed him a grateful smile, overwhelmed by all of his efforts. Was she ever going to stop smiling in front of him?

Once she was seated, John took his place across from her, fixing his suit jacket as he did. She tried her best to divert her gaze from his hands, but it seemed near impossible. She was sure she'd faint before the night came to an end.

Finishing his task, he turned to face her, his entire focus towards her. Clearing her throat, Y/N shifted at her spot. "how awfully did Anderson bully you into this?" she chuckled, trying to soothe her nerves.

Squinting his eyes, he tilted his head sideways before shrugging, "he didn't bully me at all really. He merely put forth the suggestion, and I was down."

Pursing her lips, she paused for a moment before shaking her head, laughing. It wasn't until she took in John's earnest expression did she realise he wasn't joking. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "However," he began, a slight remnant smile gracing his lips as he wriggled his index finger at Y/N, "I did tell Anderson to tell you, but he was insistent, and you remain oblivious about our date."

Her mouth hung open in disbelief as she leaned back into her chair, muttering through gritted teeth, "I'll kill him."

John let out a laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he insisted, "Please don't. I have much to thank him for."

She tilted her head towards him in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

John averted his gaze, a nervous chuckle erupting from his throat, "I might've never had the courage to ask you out without his meddling."

She blinked, her eyes widening slightly at the revelation. "Y-you wanted to ask me out?" she sputtered, leaning forward.

As if her words had flicked a switch in him, he straightened his back, the earlier nervousness was long gone as a smug smile took over his features. "Also..." he trailed, interlocking his hands on the table.

"He may or may not have accidentally spilt that you have a crush on me?"

"No." "Yes." "No, shut up."

"Truce?" he quirked his brow, reaching his hand across the table for hers. Y/N eyed his hand warily before letting out a sigh and giving in. "Fine."

"I can't believe you two were basically conspiring against me this whole time," she whined, her lips tugging out into a pout.

She should've known Anderson wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut for too long. However, she couldn't believe her own eyes that the gorgeous man in front of her reciprocated her feelings.

Unaware of the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, John cooed squeezing her hand, "but wouldn't you say it's come to a favourable conclusion?"

She couldn't deny that everything had worked out in her favour. Without her best friend's meddling, she would've never gotten the courage to admit her feelings for John.

Once the pout disappeared from her face, John reclined back into his chair, her hand still in his. "Now, how about we get started with some wine?"

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The date was a definite success, she would say. After the initial awkward passed, with some alcohol in her system, she found herself more comfortable around John. Not to mention that he was effortlessly the most charming man she'd ever encountered.

She had tried to restrain herself from staring at him when he made the smallest movement, but it was near impossible. She was completely enamoured by him. All the flirty smiles, casual brushing of their legs, teasing touches and lingering glances didn't help either. He knew what he was doing, that smug bastard.

John was in the middle of an amusing story, something that had happened at work that week. Y/N wished she could say she was listening, but she was far more distracted by his hands that he sporadically used as he spoke.

"Y/N? he called her name, snapping her back to reality.

"Yes?" she answered, tugging in her bottom lip as she stared at him with round eyes.

He smirked, having caught her not-so-subtle gaze. "I said, I was hoping to have some dessert if you would allow it."

Her lips twitched, not missing the mischief behind his eyes as he spoke. She would've missed it if it weren't for the way his pupils dilated as he uttered the words.

Wordlessly, she leaned forward, reaching her hand out to touch the side of his face. John tilted his head, kissing the inside of her palm as her fingers hovered over the dip of his jaw, the scent of his aftershave making her heart pound a little faster.

"Yes, of course," she murmured, almost inaudibly, her eyes locked into his aquatic ones. "Although, it'd like for you to have it elsewhere."

On cue, John pulled his hand back and fixed his tie before calling out for their server, asking for the bill. The two bickered for a moment, Y/N insisting they split the bill, but he was having none of it, ending the argument by saying she could pay for their next date.

Yes, the next one. There was going to be another one after this evening. It made Y/N smile more than it should've.

He drove the two back to his place, the car ride going painfully slow. Neither of them spoke during the journey. Instead, John kept his hand on her thigh, the hand sliding closer to her heated core throughout the ride.

As soon as the door to John's apartment closed shut, his lips were pressed hard against hers as he led the two towards the dining table. She felt the table dig into her hips from behind as he hovered over her. He wasted no time in grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up on the surface, moving his lips down to her jaw and neck as he hummed against her skin.

She ran a hand through his hair, breathing in as his other hand ghosted over her hip, running down then back up before it made its way underneath her dress, tugging at her panties. “Are you fond of these?”

“Yes,” She breathed out, her eyelashes fluttering, “Don’t destroy my clothes.”

John smirked, then leaned over her, kissing her again as he focused on pulling the tie open as he pushed her back flat against the cool wood. There was no barrier but her dress between the two. He quickly unzipped the back of her dress before she shrugged it off her body and threw it to a corner. Grabbing one of her thighs, he pushed her legs up and apart. He dropped down to one knee between her legs, hooking his arms under her as he pulled her closer and dropped his head to kiss her thigh slowly, tongue darting out onto her skin.

She was already breathing hard, her mind a little fuzzy from the wine, skin burning with every touch. John was overwhelming, in an incomprehensible way, and she lifted her hips as he rid her of her underwear in a flash, fingers sliding across her slowly.

Moaning, she slid her hand through his hair, falling flat on the table as his tongue wandered over her skin, teasing and sliding until he pushed a finger into her slowly and buried his face between her legs.

“Darling,” He urged her, looking up briefly as the vibrations of his words made her moan again. “Feel free to be loud.”

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he began to move his finger, adding a second one as his tongue moved against her clit, pressing against her as his hands expertly moved against her skin, pulling her closer and then pressing a hand against her stomach as the pressure began to build. She rolled her hips forward on the table, breathing harder and harder as she tried to hold back, but the noises kept getting louder as she pressed against him and softly whispered his name.

He was relentless as he moved faster, jerking her hips almost fully off the table as he groaned against her, sucking on her clit harshly and moving his fingers faster, curling them up and angling his wrist. Her other hand jerked down, grabbing onto his hand as she gasped and arched off the surface, the other hand tugging on his hair as she jerked against him, feeling the waves of warmth and overwhelming shock as her orgasm hit her hard enough that he turned his head and bit down on her thigh, prolonging the aftershocks.

When he pulled back, he moved his hand, sliding it out of her and then bringing it up to her mouth, pushing her lips open. Obliging, she took his digits in, moaning as she tasted herself, her eyes fixated on his intense gaze. Pulling them out, he closed his eyes, licking his fingers clean and looked up at her with a smile.

“Would you like to stay for the evening?”

As if there was any doubt.

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brideofcthulhu10 · 5 years ago

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The Lost Boys Find Out Their Fem!S/O is Pregnant [4/4]

SUBJECT WARNING: PHYSICAL AGRESSION, SEXUAL THEMES AND A WHOLE LOT OF SWEARING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Alrighty then, my lovely fang babes! Here we are, we have the last of the first edition of the pregnancy saga! Worry not, dearest readers, for there is hope! I plan on doing a separate series about going through the pregnancy, and maybe even going through the childbirth with how the boys are as new dads. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more, and by tomorrow night we'll have a whole new set to love!

It was such a blast writing Paul's, I'm not gonna lie I got lost in the magic! We have a cute little character cameo for all you 80s movie nerds, lemme know if you can figure out what it is! So, without any more delays; here he is. The gorgeous, the goofy, the one, the only:

PAUL

Today had been an unexpected challenge. You barely got through your shift at the record store, every time you were in light it made you dizzy. Hangovers had nothing on this! Did you drink too much the night before? No, now that you thought about it any attempts to drink had you hugging a toilet. Not to mention your period was late as hell! Well, not the cramps, go figure. Just no blood. None at all.

You never let on to your beau, Paul, though. The party boy vampire would become overly worried if you told him you were sick, and you weren't about to spoil a good time with a bit of nausea. So here you were, stumbling about the day into the late afternoon absolutely miserable. Your manager Iona offered you some crackers and ginger ale during your lunch break. No dice, within an hour you were running to the bathroom again.

"Gosh hon, I dunno what ta tell ya. Maybe you ate something nasty, I told you that boardwalk food was fishy," Iona sighed, poking at her own lunch with a fork. Currently your coworker Andie was watching the front until you were feeling better.

"Kill me now, Iona," you groaned, chin resting on the table with your arms laid over your head. Then there was a smell. The greatest, most flavorful, mouthwatering scent you've ever experienced. Like a honey baked ham and a New York sirloin had a glorious new baby drizzled in ecstasy. Glancing over, your stomach growled at whatever it could be. If this were a cartoon you'd be flying to what it was.

Oddly enough, it was coming from Iona. Well, whatever black stuff was in her little plastic tupperware dish. Who cares what it was, it smelled incredible.

"Hey uh..," you asked, leaning over towards the sticky, mysterious delicacy calling your name. "You wouldn't mind if I had a bite, would ya?"

"You sure, hon? This isn't exactly your average dish, it's kinda weird," she tried to explain. God you couldn't take your eyes off it! Finally, your merciful manager pushed it your way, and you couldn't resist any longer.

"I don't even care, this is the first thing in the past two days that hasn't made me nauseous," you muffled between cosmic bites.

Oh shit, this was heaven! It had to be some sort of meat, it reminded her of a nice spicy kielbasa, a slow roasted brisket, every second it changed to some new world of food you had never tried. What it was didn't matter by this point.

"Wooow. I've never met someone who liked black pudding that much."

Pudding? "I thought it was meat or something? It doesn't taste anything like pudding," you insisted, polishing off the very last specs of it. "Got any more?"

"No, no, not like chocolate pudding or stuff like that, kiddo. black pudding. It's this dish from the UK my new boyfriend made me. It's congealed pig's and cow blood mixed with spices."

You made a face. Blood? Like, blood blood? The cow equivalent of what Paul drank on a daily basis? Yet this was the first time you didn't puke, in fact, you kinda wanted more. Even knowing what is was made of.. for some reason you craved more. Meanwhile Iona continued to talk on and on, until one phrase caught your ears. "Yea, ya know my mom was so into for the longest time. Said she craved it her whole pregnancy, I never got a taste for it honestly."

A single thought popped into your head. A dangerous, foreboding thought that your intuition said was very much a possibility. In a flash you jumped up, nearly slamming your hands on the table. "I gotta go. Oh shit, I gotta go! I'll be right back, I swear, I'm so sorry, I swear to god I'll be right back," you shouted as you bolted out of the store.

"Wait what-?!"

You'd make it up to her once you got back. You had to know! You had to be sure..! Please just let it be paranoia! Please let it be anything, anything at all besides what you thought it was!

Once you reached the nearest CVS you made a B-line to the women's health section. Your hair clung to your face, your lungs stung like crazy but all you could think about was getting answers. And cue the disapproving glare of some old bat picking out a box of pads. Alright being 17 in front of the pregnancy tests looked bad. You weren't just a high schooler, you looked it too. "What're you looking at, " you snarl. Immediately she clutched her pearls, startled by this abrasive youngin' in no mood for dirty looks. God why'd there have to be so many options? Pink boxes, purple ones, bright yellow insisting it worked the fastest. The heavy fluorescent lights were no help at all, it made your head spin. You had no time for this crap. In a sweeping motion you grabbed three different brands and threw them into your basket, all you needed was….where was your wallet? Shit... Glancing around you checked for any nearby cameras or staff. Karma be damned, it was an emergency! Five finger discount it was.

Once again you made a mad dash back to the record store as the sun finally set. All three boxes were crumpled in your hand, your boots running so fast it you hit a rock that'd be it.

But getting back to the record store was your best bet. You weren't about to pee in some dirty, old, nasty pharmacy bathroo- oh fuck. There was something that finally slowed your steps, nearly making you trip in the process. Four bikes parked right outside. Three of which were occupied by by Dwayne, David and Marko all talking amongst themselves.

Shiiiit, shit, shit! All you could do was swear repeatedly. Before they could spot you, you practically dove into the alleyway behind the store, rapidly disabling the alarm. If that went off it'd be a dead giveaway. Quickly you looked left and right before you slammed the door shut behind you still trying to catch air.

But there, right past the door to the employees lounge, over by the counter you could see a mass of blonde hair chatting away with Iona about Led Zeppelin's best album to date. Paul, gorgeous as every, laughing. It made your heart flutter, but then it sank. What if it was a-... He was never the type to run away from a challenge. But then again, a kid wasn't a challenge, it was a massive ordeal. It would take a huge chunk of his life- well, afterlife! Boozing and cruising would be switched out with drowsy days and busy nights. You weren't sure if you wanted him to know if you were, it would take all that from him. Unfortunately, he must've smelled you or sonething, because immediately he turned around like a puppy being called.

"Babe," he cheered with delight, rushing over to hug you. Rather squeeze you by your hips and lift you four feet off the ground. Quickly you stuffed the skinny boxes into your back pocket, now smushed up against his chest. "Where were you? Ion's said you just bolted mid-shift, we were worried sick! Well, I mean, I was more worried though, cuz I can't stand you bein' gone, kitten."

"Well, yeah uh, I forgot something I had to get at the store, and I forgot what time I got off," you hesitated, still antsy to escape to the bathroom. Truthfully you didn't actually want to, you had to! If you could, you'd just kiss him and ride off into the night to raise some hell like you always did. But this was too big to ignore.

Paul raised a brow. You weren't known for being this jumpy. You wouldn't look him in the eyes, they just kept darting towards the bathroom. Boy, you really did look sick, though. Pale, almost greenish with dark circles under your eyes. You even felt colder than usual. "Am I uh, interrupting something, babe?"

You managed to work out if his arms, giggling nervously. "Actually I-I had some of Iona's lunch earlier, and I just, gotta- be right back!"

With that, you bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Again, weird. Paul just shrugged, maybe you had some bad Mexican.

��Iona wasn't convinced. Little miss jumpy-pants skipping out on her, you owed her an explanation. While Paul perused the albums she sunk over to the bathroom, rapidly tapping on the door. "Y/N! Psst! You good in there, hon?"

You were most certainly NOT good! Your hand shook, the third test finally finished. Not like it mattered! They all said the same thing. Every fucking one of them.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

No, no, no!

"Shit," you hissed. "Shit! Oh shit, oh fuck! Fuck-fuckity shit fuck fuck! Dammit." That's all you could do! You swore over, and over, and over, rapidly kicking the wall in front of you. Stupid pink plus! Why? Why did it have to be a plus?? Immediately you threw it in the trash and scooped up the other two. Maybe they were all flukes? Maybe only a doctor could tell you! You had to get home. Like now. Right now, you just had to rush home, make an appointment at the doctors, maybe hide in shame for a few days just until you could figure out what the hell to do with all this! Once again you wedged the tests in your back pocket and nearly tripped, cracking open the door to face your boss. "Iona, I gotta get home."

"Seriously, Y/N?? Why? What is with you?"

"Please, I swear I will make it up to you, I'll take a double shift, I'll wash your damn car-"

"Oh no, nuh-uh. Not until you tell me why you're being such a spaz," she practically shouted in a hissing whisper, absolutely exasperated. You teens and your drama, when she always said she wanted to fell young again this is NOT what she meant!

"Listen i-... iyay amyay egnantpray," you whispered. Pig latin. It was a little code you two usually reserved for secrets. Well, that and talking smack about snotty customers. But wow was this a big ol' secret.

Iona covered her mouth. Oh, you little idiot! You poor little idiot. Looking over at the unsuspecting boyfriend she sighed, looking you in the eyes. She wanted to just tell you to come clean to your man. The boy hung around you constantly, you two were the ultimate it-couple, there wasn't even sparks it was like watching supernovas. Something this big.. it shouldn't be left in the dark!

But that pitiful expression on your face just begged her to keep quiet, and frankly it wasn't her place to tell you what to do- well, at least in this regard. "Alright, alright. This saturday you're taking my night time shift, there's a big concert I wanna go to. And you gotta wax my car, it's gettin' nasty. And you better write the best damn apology note in the history of apology notes, sweetie. This is huge, you better come clean to him eventually, or I'll kick your little butt you hear me?"

"Yes. Absolutely, fine, deal. Just please, please keep him busy, I'm not ready to tell him," you whined, clutching the door. Frankly it sounded like a piss poor plan, but it couldn't be helped, not right now at least. You didn't have the strength to confront the situation head on, you were barely keeping it together. You wanted to cry all over, jump into his arms and come clean now, but this was neither the time or place.

As soon as Iona went to go over to Paul you stuffed the tests into your purse and bolted out the back door, only this time stealth was not on your side. Right at the mouth of the alleyway, just as you were about to be home free- you ran smack dab into a particularly lithe blonde that felt like a brick wall. You went flying onto the ground, your purse crashing onto concrete with a hundred pieces of your privacy going every direction. In a panic you began to rapidly stuff it all back, barely able to hide the first two tests as you threw some half baked apology Marko's way. Honestly he deserved a better one than that, but you were too frazzled to be fair at the moment.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Marko exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to help you gather the scattered remains of your purse. "Sorry, I didn't even see you, I was coming back for a smoke. Big Ed is such a douche, can you believe theres no smoking on the-..." His words trailed off, and you shortly saw why. Grasped between his pointer finger and thumb was the little pink strip, and a look of complete disbelief. All you could do was snatch it from him, a heavy moment of silence magically muffling the wild noise and shouts of the busy boardwalk.

"Do...D-Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get home, I'll see you arou-," you started, trying to jump up, maybe catch him off guard and make a run for it. Not this time.

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your wrist, it was such a blur. He stayed silent, standing up and looking right into your eyes with hidden malcontent. You swore if you answered wrong this mischievous cat would tear your throat out. After all, you were his best friend's girl. If you did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt him... Well, let's just say a pregnancy would be the least of your worries. "Why are you running, Y/N? What the hell is this thing," he asked quietly, eyes flickering between red and blue. "Did you…?"

"Oh don't fuckin' even," You snapped, smacking his arm, yanking your hand out of his grasp. "Of course not! You butt! God, are you serious? What do you take me for- No! I- fuck I just- no!" You kick the tin trash can beside you, watching a plethora of trash fly into the air. "I am freaking out! Of course it's Paul's. Oh fucking god, it's Paul's and I don't know what to do!"

Marko's expression softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, Y/N. Paul's my friend, I just had to be sure you weren't sneaking around, you know?"

You sighed, pushing back your mess of a hair with misty eyes. This was perfect, a real big screw up from start to finish. All you could do was look over at Marko with pleading eyes. "You can't tell him yet. Please, just please please PLEASE, Marko, don't tell Paul yet!"

"Tell me what, babe?"

Shit. Shit on a stick. You looked behind to see Paul halfway out the back door with a look of concern, one that he rarely carried. You and your dumb mouth, go figure.

The blonde pushed through and let the door close behind him, looking over at his best bud standing alone with his girlfriend who was begging him to keep something secret, from him no less.

"Marko?"

"Nah, nah, don't look at me man, this is all on you guys," he sighed, hands up in a shielding motion. "Good luck buddy. Gotta go, Y/N." with that the young vampire excused himself from this melting pot of drama, hands stuffed in his pockets.

You just stood there, keeping the little strip tightly grasped behind your back. Paul was silent, but glancing at his hands you saw they were balled so tight his knuckles were white. "P-paul…," you hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip. "I should really… get home.."

Paul only raised a brow, glancing at your arms still tucked behind you. This wasn't like you to hide from him, and that alone frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him before. And he didn't like the taste of it one bit. "What's behind your back, babe?"

"What?"

Again his spoke, this time his voice lowered into a low growl. "What... do you have... behind your back, babe?" The way he said it was so firm, it made you shake a little. You didn't like stern Paul. They way he hissed the word "babe", practically spoken through clenched teeth

Your throat ached, eyes darting across the ground struggling to think up a good excuse. Anything. A book, your purse, a surprise for him! Anything!

"N-nothing." Apparently, you failed to find any excuses. Great.

Paul's knuckles began to crack, jumping forward to try and snatch it from behind you. When you dodged him, he grew even more furious. You both began to struggle, pushing him away, insisting he just stop and let you leave. But every attempt to reject him only upset him further. Why were you hiding things from him?! How could you just ditch him at the record store when he was worried sick about you??

The struggle built up until finally he had enough. His eyes turned white with rings of fire, brow looming heavily over his eyes and fangs jutting out where his incisors once were. In a flash he grabbed you by you wrists, pinning you so hard to the wall it shook. You still tried to struggle. Thrash, kick, squirm! Steel wished it could be so strong, your muscles ached. This probably wasn't even his full strength, but it dwarfed you in comparison. This terrifying side of Paul you had certainly seen before, but never had you been on the receiving end. It was in all sense of the word, predatorial. He'd never try to kill you, but you still felt that horror build up inside. Rapid, sharp breaths made your chest heave, too afraid to look up at those red eyes still fixated on whatever you kept hidden from him. He continued to pry your stubborn fingers open, ignoring your shaking whimpers. He squoze your wrist, the tendons aching and contracting until your fingertips began to lift up. Any resistance was pretty much useless at this point, but dammit you still tried everything to worm out of his grip. But he had finally had it, you weren't gonna be keeping secrets from him. Now your last finger was pushed off, and he could see what was so damn important that you physically fought him to keep it secret. It was almost slow motion the way the strip spun to the ground, clattering down and landing beside his mud caked boots. He froze, slowly looking down at it. That's it? That's all you-...

You could barely read his face, so many different emotions flashing across it all at once. Occasionally he'd look back up at you, then back down at it. To the point you almost got annoyed that you were still being stuck to a wall while the reality set in. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that was, just put you down already!

Paul looked at you still pinned beneath him, horrified at how he lost his temper and immediately released you. Still rubbing away the pain across your wrists, you watched him pick it up. A wave of guilt swarmed your body, you didn't know whether to hug him or punt him in the chest.

Hell, a massive tidal wave of guilt overflowed him too. It'd been such a long time since he got that angry.. but worst of all he'd never been like that with you. Never grabbed you so forcefully and ignored your pleas, it was a dark side of him he never wanted to display in front of you. Glancing at the little pink plus at the end of the stick, his mind swirled with a plethora of questions. But slowly he stood up, looking down at you still really trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I don't… I don't understand.."

"You- You are such an ass," you shouted out of nowhere, enough that it made him jump. There you were. That's the fiery girl he knew, not the one he exactly wanted to be on the opposing side of at the moment, though.

Paul wasn't surprised you were pissed, but he definitely didn't expect you to start punching his arm. Again. Then again, and again you just kept hiting his arms, his chest, pushing and crying, you were so mad you wanted to chuck him in the ocean! It didn't really hurt that much, but he felt awful he drove you to that point.

Tears blurred your vision as you lashed out on him. All you could do was yell names between sobs, even whack him with your purse. "Paul, you absolute jerk! Butt! Jackass! You smarmy, half wit, blood-sucking tool! You said you were packing blanks, you absolute liar! I was gonna tell yo-! I mean, I know I shouldn't have run-! But you just couldn't wait- and then Marko- and you! You ! Jerk ! Butthead !"

"Hey, ow! Ow! Ow, dammit! I know, I know I went to far-ow not the hair dammit," he demanded, grabbing your arms before you could lay another mighty blow. "Babe! Babe, stop! I thought I was! I swear I didn't know- I-..I never thought that I could get you...." His hands slowly released your shoulders, moving to your hips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry."

The way his voice softened only made you want to cry more. This whole day was a mess. You didn't mean to try and run.. You never should've tried to in the first place. God, you were so tired. All this running around, all this secrecy, the fighting, it was exhausting. Paul was the last person you wanted to fight. Sure you had spats and a few heated arguments. Every couple did, even vampires. But this, it was just so.m draining. With a firm thud you plopped your forehead on his sternum, your fingers tightly clinging to the upper sleeves of his jacket. "Wh-what am I supposed to do-… what are we supposed to do now..?"

Paul pondered his options with a solemn face, but there was only one that made him happy. Only one that sat right in his heart. What else could he possibly do, there was only ever going to be one answer even if you told him right away. Most of all, he couldn't stand the sorrow in your eyes. A frown never suited such a beautiful face. He never expected there to be anything to come from your heavy sexcapades, it never seemed like there was any risks in it. He'd never seen a vampire munchkin, least of all he'd never even heard of a vamp conceiving with a human. All he knew now is you, crying in his arms, terrified of what you were carrying. What it could mean. In that moment, he steeled his resolve and came to a final decision.

Silently he tilted your chin up, using his thumb to brush away all those tears staining your cheeks. Those blue eyes, you could get lost in them. Swallowed up by the sea. It wasn't hard to read his mind when he held onto your hip with one hand, while the other that pushed away salty droplets now cupped your cheek. Within moments you crashed your mouth into his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Warm. A surge of heat filled your body. It was the first time you felt truly alive all day. You could feel your chest heave against his, you didn't want any space between the two of you and only pressed tighter until there wasn't anything left. Each kiss gave momentary breath before you dove in for more. Neither of you could stop. You didn't want to pull away, not even for a split second. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he touched you, the way he felt beneath your fingers; it made your head spin. His hands began to wander, you clutched at anything you could get a hold of. Your body burned, so sweet and long. In those moments the world stopped, it just melted away in streams of light. No one was there but you two.

It was over too soon, both of you rapidly panting for breath still intertwined. Oh, how you could stare into his eyes forever.

That frown was long gone, replaced by a tender smile. The one he had come to cherish. Paul chuckled softly, breathlessly nuzzling against your collar bone. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, his disheveled blonde hair brushing up against your cheeks. Lips trailed up flesh, reavhing just beneath your ear. And then you heard those three forbidden words. Such sweet, tender words, you hadn't expected him to say. Although he whispered them so softly they might have gotten lost in the wind, to you they were as clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"Y/N.... I love you."

It made your heart throb, you thought you might even faint. A lifetime of struggles led up to this beautiful moment. You never expected it to be a half-undressed heavy make out session with your vampire lover, the father of your unborn spawn, in the back alley of a record store on the Santa Carla Boardwalk. But here you were, nestled between him and an old brick wall. Paul loved you, he had said it, he finally said those words that could destroy any doubt you had. And more than anything in the whole wide world, you knew once and for all, you loved Paul.

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musedblues · 4 years ago

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Born To Love You [Part: 7]

summary: When Gwilym ropes you into a lie, the truth becomes painfully obvious. When Joe makes things harder, there’s no telling if he even has a clue

a/n: I can't really believe I've finally finished this. If only you all knew how long this story sat in my drafts before I even considered sharing it. I'm eternally gratful to those of you who’ve stuck around and shared your thoughts and shown me and this fic such sweet love. I can only hope I've done some kind off justice in bringing this wild ride to a close. As always, and especially now, I really can't wait to hear what you lot think. So here you have it.... The End! 💖

w/c: 4k

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Even after all this time, not a moment passed that didn't dazzle you. No little gesture slipped by unnoticed, or underappreciated.

From across the room, you adored the way his eyes glowed as he laughed. How they shined and crinkled in a pattern you'd memorized long before you were brave enough to stare. How they always sparkled just so when he spun into a fit of giggles, a sound you couldn't help but turn toward.

Joe tossed his head back, letting out a hearty chuckle as James and Andy filled him in on the details of their recently disastrous road trip. For their anniversary, they planned to cruise around the countryside for a week. But a flat tire, and a run in with a couple wild animals sent them running back to London before the week was up.

You couldn't have gotten luckier, when you found the perfect house in the safest part of the city with the best schools; just a half an hour drive from where James and Andy had moved a couple years before- after living with you for longer than you could recall in a flash.

They helped you move boxes from your old flat, and stood with you in the empty place, taking a silent beat to say goodbye to all the life you each lived there. You'd fondly remember the parties, and even the tears. The day you found out about Olive. The room you brought her home to. The place you loved. But it was never the same after your dear flatmates found a home of their own.

On their generous drives to help you unload boxes in an all new place, that's when your pair of best pals really got to know Joe. They (like everyone else) laughed at most of his jokes, and beamed when he laughed at theirs in turn. When they weren't helping you unload boxes, they were off cackling with Joe, too awestruck by shared conversation to help you move your sofa into a reasonable spot.

And when you and your man with fossil colored eyes were settled, James and Andy still managed to stop by for plenty of surprise breakfast visits. And every time they stopped over, they each took turns insisting that their location was the sole purpose you'd been so keen to move to this part of the city. And while they might have been half right, you'd never let on that it was one of the many reasons.

London just made sense. It was closer to Gwil's new place. He'd been traveling to and from the city for work so often that he'd felt like his usual train car was more of his home than the one down the road from your old flat. So he found a cozy space just outside of London and loads more work within the first few days of settling in. When he wasn't busy on set, or away for an audition, he was just a few streets away- ready and willing to come and take Olive on days he hadn't planned to, at her beck and call.

Some days you missed when all Olive knew how to say were a handful of words. But you knew you'd soon miss all of the girls never ending questions, too. "Why can't cats talk?" "Where do all the badgers sleep at night?" "Why do I have to wear socks with my shoes?" She had a knack for asking the silliest questions when you least expected it. She'd come out of no place while you were busy making dinner. While she should have been practicing tying her shoes. In the dead of the night, at the edge of your bed. She'd stop everything just to ask a question or two, and some days you reckoned she fancied getting you to giggle more than hearing an actual answer. You always chuckled before you could muster the brain power to give any semblances of an educated response. And when you were too busy, getting ready for work, or hurrying about the market before it closed, Olive would ask Joe.

You loved the way Olive made him laugh then, too. Just like you. But before ever giving a reasonable answer, he'd always ask her the same questions back. "Well, what do you think is at the bottom of the ocean?"

And as she decidedly rambled about imaginary creatures and cities, Joe would listen. He'd even remember the names of some of those made up monsters long after Olive had moved through several more memorable questions. You couldn't believe how patient he was. It was astounding to you, the way Joe dropped everything to bend at Olive's will, as she wrapped her fist around his wrist and yanked him across a bookstore toward the children's section.

You'd find them after getting what you strolled in for, and join in for story time, before checking your watch and ruining all the fun. Joe was usually more disappointed for those moments to end than the kid who was hooked on his every fictional word.

You loved Joe's heart. How you could tell when it was in the right place. When he offered help and advice and suggestions to anyone who trusted him enough to pour their heart out to his open ear. How he at least pretended to be excited when your friends begged the two of you to join in a night out at the end of a particularly busy week. Neither of you were keen on letting them down, because you'd come to value those rare nights out with the people you loved. You'd made a sacred, personal decreed to never let your friends forget how vastly you'd cared for them. So you were right behind Joe each time another offer came to sit among your pals and listen to their lame jokes and drunken singing.

But it was no secret that nights in were your favorite. You might have marveled even more so, over Joe's heart, then. You relished how it hammered under your palm, as his pulse raced from your touch. You loved the sound of its steady beat under your ear, as you rested against his chest till morning. He'd run a lazy set of fingers through your hair while the quiet of the new day threatened to lull you to sleep again. Then he'd say something so ridiculously hilarious that you'd laugh your drowse away.

You never took for granted Joe's countless attempts to get you to smile, despite yourself. In the middle of movies, at the end of long hard days- and during times you wondered how much stress you could endure before your head exploded and your dramatic expiration ruined the upcoming holidays.

When you and Gwilym argued over Olive's imminent school year and how many summer holiday trips were one too many, Joe waited for the bickering to end. Then he'd say something that made stupidly perfect sense. He'd make you and Gwil apologize to each other, and you did with all the grace of two grumpy toddlers. Then you'd all go to some posh brunch place and try and enjoy the last of the perfect summer weather that crept into the first few weeks of London's picturesque autumn.

Olive would stop eating to ask one of her latest queries to the sweet elder waitress who dropped off another round of drinks. You'd all take turns giving the kid answers, and steal bits of the chips she'd left over. When your meal was finished, Joe and Gwil went off to see a game together, and you were left with your darling girl for a whole glorious day.

Times with just the two of you weren't very rare. When you could, you made sure to take afternoons off work and save the laundry for later to spend a day with Olive. Of course, some were just as difficult as ever. But between odd growing pains and missed nap times, were icecream dates and trips to the aquarium. The latter, a place she always begged to spend hours strolling through. So when you could, you'd be quick to take her.

And when Gwilym took Olive along to visit his mother's family in Wales, you'd gotten used to the tiny wave of melancholy that came when your girl wasn't attached to your hip. But unlike all the other times before, you weren't nearly as lonely.

When it was just you and Joe, and a handful of days to waste however you pleased, you had to stop yourself from wondering how you'd gotten so lucky. You knew if you thought too long, you'd start to feel bad about how everything came to be. But you learned to let go of the regret attached to the mess you'd made during your first month long visit to London. You realized that it was silly to wish for a redo. Because everything worked out anyway, didn't it?

Joe was always quick to remind you how lucky he felt, too. Sometimes he'd say so, when he worried about the future and stopped rambling long enough to let you promise everything was going to be okay. Or first thing in the morning, when you got to wake up with the sun instead of a blaring alarm. But most of the time, he showed it. He'd leave silly little notes for you to find while you brushed your teeth. He'd bring your knuckles to his lips while waiting in the queue at the market. He'd take photos of you walking through the park and pointing to a pair of birds flying close overhead. He'd upload them in the middle of the night- when he said he was staying up to finish writing a script, or memorizing lines of another.

You'd get the notification and smile to yourself while you pretended to be asleep in the other room. When it was just you and Joe, it felt too good to be true. But that feeling didn't go away when your time alone was over.

Ben asked you to fetch him from the airport after he'd spent months away filming in another country. You and Joe fought over who got to hug him first, but when the blonde materialized from baggage claim, his arms were too stuffed with packages to dream of embracing either of you. He'd collected far too many presents during his time away- all of them for Olive. You scolded him, reminding Ben of the article you read about how kids with fewer toys grew to become more creative and resourceful. Ben argued that since you weren't going to spoil her that he was just going to have to. He'd leave the dozen gifts in the back of your car, and drag you and Joe out to a pub until you could hardly keep your eyes open.

Life felt too good to be true on nights like then, too.

And the feeling remained when Lucy and Rami got back from acting their hearts out in America. They stole Olive away as you and Joe ambled behind them on trips through high end shopping centres. When that day turned to night, your remarkable friends settled onto your sofa to tell all the stories they'd been saving up. Then they crashed there, when the night turned to morning and the sun threatened to rise before you'd stopped giggling long enough to sleep.

Those times were cherished. When your friends came around. When you went out of your way to go and see them, because it had been too long. You knew you were lucky to have mantiatiend a handful of connections with some of the most adoring and admirable friends that must have ever existed.

And on some especially rare, but guaranteed occasions, everyone got together.

The thought of joining forces was usually a never ending sentiment exchanged through the group chat that kept you all in touch. But it was Lucy's eventual doing, of course. She went about renting that darling little cottage in the countryside- the one she'd found last minute for Joe's birthday.

She got there before everyone, before Rami, even. The paint was a little more chipped, and the trees seemed even more mighty, guarding the home nestled miles away from the nearest town.

"You're just in time!" Lucy squealed as you lugged a bag into the house that hadn't changed a bit since your stay a few years back. You snorted a laugh as you stepped closer to the den full of mismatched furniture.

"For what?" You wondered. No one else had shown up yet, the night was very young.

"To keep me company, duh." Lucy shrugged as she moved to wave out of the open front door.

"Does bigfoot live out here?" Olive asked, as she skipped inside, her beloved worn down stuffed penguin tight in her clutch.

"He might." You chuckled. Because hell, you'd come to believe anything was possible at this point. And you didn't realize Olive even knew about the mythical creature, but you had a hunch about who'd been the one to tell her.

"I can't believe this place is still standing. It's charming as ever." Joe marveled, shutting the door behind him. Lucy beamed, turning to glance around.

"Yes! Remember last time?" Lucy asked, like she really wanted to know. Like it wasn't something the lot of you thought back to often. And right when you considered responding, she spoke up again. "Well forget it because this time is going to be the best ever."

The bubbly blonde recruited Joe to help her finish unloading all the treats she'd brought along to store away for the entire weekend you planned to stay. Olive trotted ahead of you toward one of the dozen tiny rooms you remembered struggling to sleep in last time, finding no reason to bite back your smile now.

It was too cold to think of going out back to enjoy the chest full of sporting goods, or the tattered net that somehow still remained. Olive was already complaining about the chill, so you abandoned your bags and tossed her a sweater, deciding to start a fire in the stone place while you awaited everyone else.

Ben was the next to arrive, bringing his usual ton of liquor and a brand new set of books and crayons to keep Olive entertained. You flashed a middle finger his way when the kid wasn't looking, and called dibs on his most expensive bottle of booze he brought to decorate the counter tops much like the time before.

By then the kitchen had been stocked, and Lucy was on a new mission to make some Pinterest worthy snacks. You scolded Ben for encouraging Olive to dance around the countertops and banished them to find some new trouble to cause. Lucy kicked you and Joe out soon after, following close behind with her plate of savory treats.

Rami dashed in from the cold around then, chucking his bags away and rushing to join the rest of you in record time. The fire you'd maintained was starting to die, and the home was too perfectly warmed to dream of starting up another, for a while. So as the evening shifted, you and Ben offered to clean up and carry everyone's rubbish away, while Joe offered to pour everyone a drink. While you went about your duties, Olive was busy yanking on the strings of Rami's hooding, begging him to join in some imaginary game the two of them made up long ago.

"I'm really glad she's joined us this time around." Ben grinned, catching a glimpse of Olive, her curls peeking around the corner, her laughter floating from one room to another. You agreed with the sentiment as you tossed your collection of rubbish in the bin. And as he followed suit, Ben rambled about his high hopes to have a couple of children of his own one day. It was something you'd always suspected Ben was keen on, but a subject he'd only just ventured into discussing lately.

"You ever think about having anymore?" He wondered in passing.

"Sometimes." You smiled to Ben, offering an innocent shrug, before catching Joe's eye from across the kitchen. He balanced a trio of glasses of wine on his way out, shaking his head of coppery hair. He shot you a look you knew well, an eager grin below a set of fiery eyes. "Sometimes" was an understatment. But Ben didn't need to know everything.

By the time Gwil showed up, Olive was on cloud nine. She ran to attach herself to his ankle, so you took his bags while he bent to scoop her up. Then, you reckoned, that this might have been the first time everyone was together that Olive might be able to recall for years to come.

She bounced from one person to another, showing off nicely colored pictures in the books Ben had brought along. He shot you a wink from across the room before she fell asleep with a dozen sunset toned crayons in one fist. You gathered her from the floor and carried the girl to the room you'd chosen hours earlier.

And before you'd even finished tucking the kid away in bed, another set of feet creaked into the room behind you.

"Here's this. And some things she forgot last time." Gwilym extended Olives favorite stuffed penguin in one hand as he rested a bag decorated in cartoon drawn bats on the chair in the corner. Your tradition of trading the girls things might never end. You'd be rattled if it did, actually.

"Oh, thank God. I mean, I know I asked you not to forget that, but I'd forgotten." You chuckled in a whisper, tucking Olive's ratty old penguin beneath the covers at her side.

Gwilym chuckled too, saying something about how he'd nearly left her bag behind on his rush to get here before nightfall. And then a silence fell, as you both waited a beat to make sure Olive was out cold. It was second nature, something the pair of you became accustomed to after the first year, when leaving Olive alone for a minute was usually followed with unhappy, ear piercing cries. And as you thought back to then, you seemed to think back to everything all at once.

"Lucy said that last time we stayed here won't be worth remembering, because this time will surely be the best." You said with a lithe grin. "And I think she may be right, but last time wasn't so bad."

"It wasn't?" Gwilym turned to you with a quizzically raised brow, a hint of a smile on his lips. You knew he was asking if you were sure. If you remembered correctly. How he'd said things he didn't mean, last time you were here. How you hardly slept that night. How it haunted you for days afterward. How he knew that.

"It wasn't." You kept your smile, sure. It could have been much worse. You could have been alone through all of that shit. But you weren't. You had Gwilym. And you hoped he knew what you meant, now. How grateful you were for him, and the kindness he'd show you, how it still remained. You couldn't go on worrying that his company might fizzle away in the years to come. Because it couldn't. You wouldn't let that possibility come to pass. So you bumped your shoulder against his arm and nudged Gwilym to leave the room.

"Let's go have some fun." You whispered. Gwilym let his smile linger as he studdied you for a beat. Then he nodded, and led the way back to everyone else.

The coloring books had moved to rest on the mantel, and bottles of alcohol had moved to the coffee table for easier access. And then you all took turns cleaning up for the evening and flipping through stations on the telly till some classic film flashed across the muted screen. And it was lots better than last time, with familiar drinks mixed in fancy new ways, and favorite laughs decorating the old unchanged home.

By the time Ben had drunken himself into a fit of random laughter, and Gwilym was nodding off between Rami and Lucy, Joe was saying something about American traditions. He demanded everyone's attention, and insisted the lot of you confess at least one thing you were thankful for. And after Lucy shouted the name of the drink in her hand and Gwilym sat up to clink his cup to hers, you all started giving actual answers. Each revolving around family, and friends, and health and happiness. But before anyone could get too choked up, Ben stood to shift gears with his favorite game of drunk history that never really went the way he wanted it too.

But it wasn't till the next morning that you realized it must have been that silly American holiday. And when you rolled over to find Joe was already awake, you announced how poorly you felt for not realizing when he made everyone say thanks. You hadn't even said good morning before you started yammering promises about how you'd remember to have a proper celebration next year.

But instead of saying good morning, or acknowledging your apologises, Joe broke into a laugh. The kind of laugh that reaches his eyes, the way you love so much. Then he told you he loved you, and you said it back; and then you sprung into another lucky day among friends.

You spent the weekend watching Gwilym teach Olive how to bake and assisting her in passing around treats she helped pour spoonfulls of ingredients in to create. Rami was most often roped into her imaginary games, and he played along with ease. You and Joe were invited to join in one morning, but neither of you could grasp the ever changing rules to Olives satisfaction, and you were swiftly kicked out of the loop while she and Rami played on.

Lucy made sure Olive was perfectly content snuggled up with Ben to watch cartoons, before she pulled you into her room with a bottle of wine for each of you to sip from. You spent a whole afternoon there with her, taking turns spilling your guts over all things you could only discuss with your dearest darling Lucy.

And when the getaway was over, everyone left in separate hurries much like before. But unlike then, you weren't so worried about where everyone might end up. You weren't worried about where you were going, either. You'd all managed to keep coming back together so far, and with an established faith that your group would keep finding excuses to do so, you didn't despair.

You remembered everything, on your drive back to London. The time you'd closed your eyes on this ride, years before. How you and Gwilym survived the nonsense you'd swept yourselves up in. Lucy's unconditional friendship. Rami's strong hugs. Ben's strong feelings.

You thought of what Joe said to you, when you met. How he said he saw a future with you, before he even knew your name. And the thought tore you away from remembering everything to look ahead. To look over, and settle your gaze on Joe. His pretty profile, and the shine of his moonstone eyes. You couldn't quite picture the places you'd end up, but you realize that you couldn't dream of a day without Joe at your side. He was always meant to be there.

While you drove, he entertained every one of Olive's questions that echoed from the back seat. You turned a grateful smile his way every now and again and savored the way he smiled back, in the way you loved so much. In a way that you didn't have to wonder how he felt, or what might come next. Unlike before, Joe made up a million of your memories. And unlike before, you knew he always would.

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blamgleek · 6 years ago

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Tyrus' first times headcanons

Short disclaimer beforehand: I've never done this before, this is literally my first time. Also, English isn't my first language, there shouldn't be too many mistakes but there might be some. This is also much longer than I intended it to be but oh whatever.

• acknowledgement of each others existence

TJ would never tell Cyrus but the muffin incident wasn't the first time he had noticed him. TJ had one talent and that was noticing cute boys. For the longest time, he thought Buffy was Cyrus' girlfriend which was also part of the reason why TJ didn't like her at first.

Cyrus' first encounter with the name 'TJ' wasn't as lovely though. He was Buffy's bully which means he wasn't worth any love or friendship from Cyrus but admittedly, the first thought that went through Cyrus' head when Buffy dragged TJ to get him a muffin, was: "He has nice eyes."

• exchanging numbers

TJ did go back to the swings after the first time and, fortunately, he did meet Cyrus there again. Only this time, neither of them were feeling bad about themselves, maybe it was the universe speaking, but they both felt the urge to come back to the swings. They talked for a while (literally until the was replaced by the moon). Before Cyrus could leave because it was late, TJ stopped him, built all the courage he had left in his body up and asked Cyrus for his number. Luckily, Cyrus happily gave it to him.

• sleepover

Their first sleepover occurred after the whole gun incident. They had been to each other's home's before but Cyrus never thought TJ would want to spend an entire night with him. The first sleepover took place at TJ's house (because he doesn't have shrink parents) and TJ was a lot more nervous than he had been before any math test ever. He wanted the whole thing to be absolutely perfect. Usually, he was the most chill person there is on any sleepover but all he wanted to do was to impress Cyrus.

Cyrus himself wasn't any less nervous. He didn't want TJ to notice how lame he truly and his dinosaur pyjama surely didn't help his case.

As it turned out, being nervous was completely unnecessary. They basically got into their PJs immediately (out of solidarity to the dinosaurs, TJ wore his embarrassing High School Musical fan shirt along with his sweatpants) and then they continued to watch movie after movie after movie, well, if you can call making fun of cheesy rom-coms "watching". At one point in the night, they weren't able to keep their eyes open for another movie anymore so they'd just talk about random stuff until they would fall asleep.

The next morning, TJ would continue his mission to make this sleepover perfect and try his hand on chocolate chocolate ship... pancakes! for breakfast.

• date

The night of the mysterious bench was also the night of TJ asking Cyrus out on a date. Of course Cyrus happily accepted and told TJ about a million times that night, that it didn't have to be special. But of course TJ could not accept that. He had listened to everything Cyrus had told him the past months and his brain was full of amazing date ideas.

After a lot of thinking, TJ finally settled on the aquarium. It was a great place to talk, he knew Cyrus loved it and it was really close to the park. The park. Instead of taking Cyrus out to dinner after the aquarium, TJ thought it would be a great idea to have a picnic in the park. Luckily, Buffy and Andi were super helpful setting everything up while they were looking at fish. TJ couldn't have been happier to be able to call them his friends as well.

• first time in school as a couple

Their first time going to school as a couple was scary. Sure, Shadyside was generally really accepting and TJ was still the scary-basketball-guy to most people but there was always this shadow of doubt. They both knew that rubbing it in everyone's face would be a bad idea so they kept it very lowkey (basically walking very close together and holding hands under the lunch table). This method continued for a few weeks until TJs basketball team came up to their captain and confronted him about his relationship with Cyrus. Long story short, they all ship it and Tyrus is now part of the Jefferson-Middle-School-Basketball-Team-Protection-Program.

• kiss

After his super successful kisses with Iris, Cyrus wasn't the most confident when it came to his first kiss with TJ. TJ, on the other hand, had never been kissed and that was what held him back from doing it. They had been dating for about a month at this point and there had never been any lip contact. It got to the point that TJ started to practice kissing with his childhood teddy. It wasn't pretty.

It was the faithful day of their one month anniversary when Cyrus finally decided that it was time. At this point, he wasn't scared anymore that TJ was just pranking him and would just say, "ha, you fool, I'm not gay." once Cyrus would show his affection. This was the day.

It was Cyrus' turn to take TJ out on a date and as always, the date ended at the park. TJ and Cyrus would sit down on the swings and TJ would thank Cyrus for the amazing day. That was what they did after every date. However, this time, instead of starting to swing, Cyrus got up, stood directly in front of TJ, took a deep breath, said "you're welcome" and then he leaned in. Just like any first kiss would be, theirs was a little awkward as well, but the fireworks were there and they improved over time, very very quickly.

• cuddle

The first time they cuddled was also in the Kippen house. They really had almost all of their sleepovers there at this point. TJ loved Cyrus' family but they were a little controlling and basically checked on them every 2 seconds. TJ's mom only showed up to bring them snacks or more blankets, other than that, she really didn't bother them.

In the end, they could probably thank the horror movie industry for introducing them to the art of cuddling. The whole school had been talking about his awesome new horror movie and for some reason, TJ and Cyrus seemed to be the only two people who hadn't seen it. They both didn't want to be that person that couldn't participate in any conversations anymore so they decided to watch it together. Turns out, they both hate horror movies. Really, cuddling seemed to be the only way to get through it. It started with simple hand holding but it didn't take long for them to scoot together more and more until Cyrus was almost on TJ's lap. Cyrus buried his head into TJ's shoulder while TJ did kind of the same thing but with Cyrus neck. After the movie was over, they kinda moved away from that again and Cyrus was sitting fully on the sofa again, however, his head did not move from his comfortable spot on TJ's shoulder.

• sleeping in the same bed

TJ Kippen is scared of horror movies (apparently), heights and any animal that has more than 4 legs.

Cyrus Goodman is scared of all those things too and flamingos and puppets and thunder and, well, a lot more.

They had been together for a year at this point and it was time for yet another sleepover at TJ's house. Everytime Cyrus slept at TJ's house, they would just put an air mattress on the ground for Cyrus, it wasn't the most comfortable but Cyrus quickly got used to it. This night was different though. The weather hadn't been great for the last few days but up until this point, it had only been raining. It was about 3 am when Cyrus woke up to the sound of thunder. The whole room lit up with the light coming from the lightning and Cyrus was terrified. Thankfully, the loud noise also woke TJ up who could now hear not only the thunder but also the sound of a crying boy on his bedroom floor. Of course TJ immediately knew what was happening and he tried to comfort Cyrus but nothing worked. TJ quickly decided that this was basically another horror movie situation and invited Cyrus to get into his bed. Cyrus gladly accepted the offer and so TJ held Cyrus in his arms, kissed his forehead and waiting for Cyrus to fall back asleep.

• I love you

TJ and Cyrus both knew that they loved each other but they hadn't said it yet. One year into their relationship and at this point, neither of them felt it was necessary to actually say it out loud anymore. However, when TJ saw a sleeping Cyrus in his arms, still with wet eyes from crying because of the thunder, he couldn't hold it back anymore. Of course TJ knew that Cyrus was asleep but he still whispered the magical three words into his ear before he closed his own eyes and fell back asleep.

Cyrus' first "I love you" actually happened shortly after. In the morning after that horrible night, he woke up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate. IN BED! Cyrus just stared at his boyfriend in awe and wondered how he could ever be this lucky. After the glorious meal, Cyrus just collapsed on top of TJ, told him he loved him and gave him a quick kiss. Of course, TJ gave Cyrus the same words and the same action back.

#andi mack #tyrus

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emuchipmunk · 5 years ago

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Jason Todd Playlist

This Was A Home Once // Bad Suns - Though we can't control the rest one thing will always be true / This was a home once / Where we found our way, oh the golden days / This was a home once / Where my life begun, where life moves on

Younger // Ruel - Deep in my heart, I know that it's over / Deleted your number, so I can't call you / Call you my brother, the way that we used to / When we were younger, younger / I saw you just the other night / I didn't even recognize you / Find it kind of strange, I guess that people change / But I didn't expect you to

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother // The Hollies - It's a long, long road / From which there is no return / While we're on the way to there / Why not share? / And the load / Doesn't weigh me down at all / He ain't heavy, he's my brother

Bored To Death // Blink-182 - The voices in my head are always screaming / That none of this means anything to me / And it's a long way back from seventeen / The whispers turn into a scream / And I... I'm not coming home / Save your breath, I'm nearly / Bored to death and fading fast / Life is too short to last long

Wow, I’m Not Crazy // AJR - Oh, different, so different / They tell us to be different / But no one told me I could go too far / Frankly, I’m scared of clowns / And get-togethers get me down / But when you talk, it’s like, "Wow, I’m not crazy" / Frankly, I feel insane / But you say you feel the same / And suddenly, it’s like, "Hey, I’m not crazy"

We back, my dudes. This one was surprisingly super easy to find highlight songs for, a little wild. Anyways, here’s the Spotify and YouTube links and the rest are under the cut. Enjoy!

Songs with lyrical relevance

Sight of the Sun - Fun.

Far Too Young To Die - Panic! at the Disco

Still Breathing - Green Day

Want You Back - 5 Seconds of Summer

Please Don’t Leave Me - Pink

I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons

It’s On Us - AJR (this would have been a highlight song if I didn’t already have a song from them)

Figure Me Out - The Summer Set

Live Like Legends - Ruelle

Brother - Kodaline

Luck - American Authors

Alone Sometimes - The Mowgli’s

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Forget The Lies - Quietdrive

Silence - Marshmello, Khalid

Karma - AJR

Icarus - Bastille

Hard Love - NeedToBreath

I Am Not A Robot - Marina

Catastrophize - Noah Kahan

Hype songs before a mission

Legend - The Score

Unstoppable - The Score

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy

Let The Games Begin - AJR

Anything - Hedley

Who I Am - The Score

LA Devotee - Panic! at the Disco

100 Bad Days - AJR

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

Stayin Alive - Bee Gees

Sad ones

Down - Jason Walker

Blackbird - The Beatles

I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young

Youth - Daughter

Where Do I Begin - Sick Puppies

Stay - Hurts

Iridescent - Linkin Park

Choke - OneRepublic

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

World Gone Mad - Bastille

Role Models - AJR

Heavy - Birdtalker

The Great Divide - Breaking Benjamin

Come Back When You Can - Barcelona

Those Nights - Bastille

Is This The World We Created - Queen

Boogie Down songs

Kill Your Heroes - Awolnation

West End Kids - New Politics

I’m Born to Run - American Authors

Sunshine Riptide - Fall Out Boy

Sinner - Andy Grammar

Glorious - Macklemore, Skylar Grey

Angel With a Shotgun - The Cab

Superheroes - The Script

Morning in America - Jon Bellion

Livin Right - The Score

Miracle - The Score

Til I Forget About You - Big Time Rush

Street Fight - Smallpools

Sober Up - AJR, Rivers Cuomo

Battle Cry - Havana Brown, Bebe Rexha, Savi

Animals - Maroon 5

King of the World - Young Rising Sons

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

You’re My World - Atlas

We Are The Kids - Walk The Moon

What I Want - The Band Camino

Bad Decisions - Bastille

Kids in the Street - The All-American Rejects

Tonight, Tonight - The Smashing Pumpkins

Crash My car - Coin

You’re Such A - Hailee Steinfeld

Hiccups - Waters

Color - Finish Ticket

number One - Tove Styrke

It’s Tricky - Run-DMC

Beekeeper - Keaton Henson

Anyways, hope y’all enjoy! As always, feel free to recommend any songs that you think would fit in any of these playlists I have or suggest a new playlist. Heck, you could ask about my other playlists and I’d probably bore you to death talking about them but I guess if that’s what you like to do.

Other playlists

#jason todd #mine #playlist #dc #bat fam

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djmariutza · 5 years ago

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SKULLGIRLS: MIDNIGHT’S STORY “WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS”

PART 9

Peacock’s POV

(meanwhile at Lab 8...)

“Another attack in Rommelgrad?!” I heard Big Band saying with a surprised tone. He was talking with Dr. Avian and the others.

“Hey, Jazz, can it, will ya?” I said. “I’m watching TV with ma boyz here! It’s gettin’ to da good part!”

“Yeah, can it, tin can!” Avery said.

“Hive send some bee drones in a reconnaissance mission there.” Leduc said ignoring me and Avery.

“If the intel is correct, then it was another attack there.” Hive continued.

“You can not go there once again, Ben.” Dr. Avian said. “You’re not fully recovered.”

“I know, Doc.” Big Band said. "But I know someone who can..."

“Seriously, guys, shut it!” I said annoyed. “I told ya I’m watchin-”

“Not anymore, Little Bird.” I heard Big Band coming. “You and your gang will go to Rommelgrad.”

“WHAT?!” Avery burst.

“Shut it, Avery. Let him continue.” I said. “Boyz, prep my car! I’ll join ya in a jiff.”

“YES, BOSS!”

The rest of my gang left the room. Avery was sitting on my shoulder.

“Finally some REAL action!” I said. I turned off the TV and I stood up. “Go on, Windwood. What do ya want?”

“Thanks, P.” Big Band said. “As I was saying, a few moments ago there was another attack in Rommelgrad. I’m not fully recovered and Hive and Leduc have other missions to do."

“An’ what’s the plan, Brassafrass?” I asked.

“You will go there and search the area. If there are any survivors, bring them here. Ileum and Stanley will have a look at ‘em. And if you’re lucky, maybe you will find that friend of yours... What was her name again?”

Marie...

I haven’t heard anything about her ever since Jazz brought me to Doc Avian. I hope she’s alright... Who am I kiddin’? I miss her...

‘Marie... We'll be back soon... I promise...’

I sighed.

"Are you alright, Little Bird?" Brassafrass asked.

“Alright.” I said ignoring his question. “You got it, Sax Man with the Sax Plan. I’ll go there.”

“Keep your hat on and be careful.” Jazz said. “It’s your first mission-”

“Yeah, yeah...” I interrupted him. “Don’t worry, Windwood. Will do. YOLO, bitches!”

I went to the garage. My boys waited me next to the car.

“Everything is prepped, boss.” Tommy said. “We’re good ta go when you say so.”

“Good. Hop in, boyz! Sooner we finish, sooner we’ll be back on watchin’ ‘GLORIOUS Annie: Symphony of Star Stuff’.”

“AWWW YASSS!! AN’ I GOTTA GET BACK IN TIME FOR WRASSLIN’!!!” Andy yelled excited. “AWWWWW I HEARD BEOWULF’S COMIN’ OUTTA RETIREMENT!!!”

“The Wulf himself?” Avery asked.

“There can be no other.” I answered. “C’mon, boyz!”

We got into the car. I was at the steering wheel. I started the engine and we rolled on the streets blasting through the garage wall.

“Where are we goin’, boss?” Tommy asked.

“Rommelgrad.” I answered. “We doin’ some recon, we get back ta da Lab an’ we watch TV all da day.”

"Sounds good ta me, boss!" Avery said.

“AWWWW, YASSSS!!! CANNOT WAIT TILL WE FINISHED!!!!” Andy’s excitement bursted again.

“Oh, shut it, metalhead!!! Me ears hurt!” Avery yelled annoyed.

We reached Rommelgrad without any problems. I parked the car near the refugee camp, then we jumped off the car.

The place was thrashed up for good after the last attack. There was blood everywhere from the mafia outbreak here and this attack. A wall had a huge crack. Some thrash cans were thrashed as well.

"Windwood wasn't kiddin'." I said.

"Dis attack was a nasty one, boss." Tommy said. He sounded a bit concerned. "I think dat it wasn't a mafia outbreak, nor a Skullgirl one."

There was a blood stain in front of me. I kneeled, I ran two fingers through the blood and I smelled it.

"It's a recent stain." I concluded, then I stood up and I wiped my fingers. "Alrighty, boyz, let's-"

"Shhhh!" Avery interrupted me. "Boss, listen!"

I heard something faded. It sounded like someone or something who was... crying or... yelping? I couldn't tell.

"Ya heard dat, boss?!" Andy asked.

"Loud an' clear, Andy. Alrighty, let's see where does it come from. Follow me an' watch yo six, guys."

I couldn’t figure out why was I also a bit concerned, but I didn’t care. We were walking slowly towards the cry. It starter to get darker and darker, and suddenly we saw a blue light on the ground.

“Look, boss!” Avery yelled. “Over there!”

We reached the light. My jaw dropped.

“A Living Weapon?!” I said surprised.

It was a black guitar-shaped Living Weapon with a skull on it which was dark blue and light blue and a black dragon head with light blue eyes at the end. Theonite tears were rolling out from the skull’s eyes.

“So, the cry came from it...” I realised.

There was a dragon-looking-like Parasite over the guitar.

“Da Parasite’s barely breathin’, boss.” Tommy said after he checked the Parasite’s pulse. “He lost his consciousness after he was beaten up.”

“Hey, boss!! Come over ‘ere!!” Andy called out. He sounded like he was freaked out. “There’s someone ‘ere!!”

I reached Andy in a hurry. I was a bit freaked as well. Five steps away Andy found a boyish girl laying on her side with her right hand on her abdomen.

“Is she breathin’?” I asked.

“Barely, boss.” Andy answered. “She lost a lot of blood. She’s unconscious as well.”

“Maybe the Doc or Ileum can take a look at ‘em.” Avery said.

“Ye’re right.” I concluded. “Andy, take the girl. Tommy, ye take the Weapon an’ the Parasite. I’ll bring the car.”

“YES, BOSS!” Tommy and Andy said simultaneously.

I rushed to the car and I brought it near the gang. Andy and Tommy put them in the car. After the boys hoped in, I drove to the Lab as fast as I could.

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thinkingaboutyoungroyals · 6 years ago

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Autumn-y fic request! Cyrus finds out TJ is a pumpkin spice enthusiast and decides to surprise him with a date to the cute shop that sells pumpkin doughnuts and apple cider (from the “Perfect Day 2.0”) episode. This can be an actual date if you want to make it established relationship, or just flirty. Bonus points if Cy recounts losing his shoe and Buffy awkwardly carrying him. TJ scoops him up bridal style to “prove he can do a better job than Buffy” (but really he wants an excuse to hold Cy)

This was a cute prompt! Hope this is okay!

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Absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the table, Cyrus patiently waited for his boyfriend to fetch their breakfast before school.

It all still felt like a dream. He, Cyrus Goodman, was in a relationship. Not a fake one. Not a “are they or aren’t they”. A real, hand-holding, sweet kisses kind, fun dates of relationship.

“Here we are.” T.J. occupied the seat across from him, placing two cups and two saran-wrapped muffins on the table. “Hot chocolate and chocolate-chocolate muffin for my muffin.”

Cyrus blushed, holding back a giggle as his boyfriend pushed the items towards him.

“Thank you,” he said, picking up the muffin and unwrapping it. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I can get my own muffin now.”

And by that, he meant that he always tried to come to school early and line up. But, ever since he and T.J. started dating, the jock had taken it upon himself to grab breakfast for him, instead.

“I know,” T.J. replied with a grin. “But, I want to. Is that okay?”

Smiling, Cyrus nodded before taking a sweet bite of the second most glorious food in the world.

“So,” T.J. began as he unwrapped his own muffin. “What are our plans for this weekend?”

Cyrus looked up, mouth full of muffin. He chewed, quickly, and swallowed. “Um… I haven’t really thought of anything, yet,” he said, rather guiltily.

He was supposed to take T.J. out on a date this weekend. But, so far, he couldn’t think of a good one.

“That’s okay.” T.J. handed him a napkin. “Not everyone can plan a perfect date like I can.” He winked, playfully. “If you want, I can-.”

“No,” Cyrus interrupted with a shake of his head. “I said I would take you out on a date and I will. I’m just trying to think of something that we’ll both enjoy and not result in me twisting an ankle.”

Or throwing up in his shoe but they were eating so he chose not to say that part.

“You know I’m just fine with lunch and a movie.”

“But, that’s a typical date! I want us to do something fun and different!”

On their last date, T.J. had taken him to a space-themed café that just opened up for lunch. Then, they spent the afternoon swinging at the park.

In fact, since the moment they got together, T.J. had been planning all their dates. And Cyrus wanted to return the favor, for once.

“Alright, fine. But, you know I’ll have fun with whatever it is because it’s with you.”

T.J. smiled before opening the seal of his drink and taking a swig. Then, he bit into his muffin, the crumbs falling onto the table. Cyrus caught a whiff of pumpkin and cinnamon and he tilted his head to the side.

“Is that a pumpkin spice muffin?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.” T.J. nodded as he took another bite. “They started serving it when October hit.”

“Can I try your drink?”

T.J. wordlessly pushed his cup towards him and Cyrus picked it up. He took a whiff, noting the sweet scent before taking a sip.

Yep, pumpkin spice.

“You really like pumpkin, huh?” he commented, amused as he returned the cup back to T.J.

His boyfriend blushed, slightly. “Hey, ‘tis the season, might as well,” he replied.

As Cyrus watched T.J. practically inhale his pumpkin spice muffin and down his pumpkin spice drink, the wheels started turning in his head.

…………..

“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” T.J. asked for the tenth time, from the moment they got on the bus to go to the Alpine Slide.

Cyrus kept swinging their entwined hands between them. “Nope. But, you’ll love it. I promise.”

T.J. laughed. “I’m sure, I will.” He looked around the area. “I’ve never been around here before.”

“Really? Andi, Buffy, and I used to take bike rides here. Actually, where I’m taking you is kind of our little secret. But, I got their permission to take you there too.”

“Well, I feel honored.”

Playfully, Cyrus nudged T.J.’s shoulders with his. T.J. nudged back.

Finally, they reached the shop. Cyrus excitedly pulled him inside. As soon as they got a whiff of the air around them, T.J.’s eyes lit up.

“Is that…”

“Pumpkin donuts!” Cyrus declared.

T.J.’s eyes were sparkling as they got in line to order food. Cyrus had never seen him so excited and practically bouncing on his feet like a bunny. If they weren’t holding hands, he would definitely take a video.

After getting a bag of donuts and cups of warm apple cider to ward off the chill from their walk from the bus stop, they settled on a table in the corner and dug in.

T.J. was in euphoria, if his happy little noises were any indication. Cyrus could barely enjoy his own donut as he was too enamored by his boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“I think these are the best pumpkin donuts I’ve ever had,” T.J. gushed. “I’m definitely buying some to take home. How did you guys find this place?”

And with that, Cyrus regaled him with the tales of the Good Hair Crew’s adventures, specifically Perfect Day 1 and Perfect Day 2.0.

“… and then a villainous bee stung me in the eye! It was awful!” Cyrus shuddered at the memory. “Buffy had to carry me.”

T.J. brows furrowed as he took a sip of his cider. “Really? She carried you?”

“You know how strong she is! And I’m quite light, thank you!”

T.J. smirked. “Bet I can carry you better.”

At that, Cyrus flushed red. “U-Um… there’s a small petting zoo in the back,” he managed, tearing at a donut while trying hard not to grin. “After we eat, we can go there, if you want.”

Grinning, T.J. reached over and squeezed his hand. “Sounds good.”

After finishing their donuts and cider (Cyrus had two, T.J. had four), they went to the back of the shop where a wooly sheep, an overly friendly goat, and a pony were waiting to be petted and given treats. They spent the next half hour petting, feeding, and taking photos to commemorate their date.

And before leaving, T.J. bought himself another bag of pumpkin donuts.

Hand-in-hand, they made their way back to the bus stop with Cyrus recounting his last adventure with the GHC.

“Oh, there’s the quicksand where I lost my shoe!” he pointed out.

T.J. laughed. “Well, good thing you didn’t lose it again this time. Or I might have to carry you back.”

“No, Buffy had to carry me back when I got stung by a bee,” Cyrus corrected. “I’m highly allergic to bees.”

“I guess I’ll have to protect you then? Should I carry you?”

Gosh, T.J. was a really cheesy boyfriend. Cyrus felt pretty privileged to be the only one to see this side of him.

“Well, good thing there aren’t any bees,” Cyrus retorted. “So there’s no need to carry me.”

“I think I can still carry you whether or not you’ve been stung by a bee.”

Cyrus chuckled. “If I didn’t know any better, I think you’re just looking for an excuse to carry me.”

T.J. gasped in pretend shock. “Cyrus Goodman! Are you saying that I have ulterior motives?”

“Don’t you always?”

“Well, maybe I just want to prove that I can do a better job at carrying you than Buffy.”

“Must everything between you two be a competition?”

“It’s how we show affection to each other without all the gross stuff.” Suddenly, T.J. paused in his tracks. He handed Cyrus his bag of donuts. “Can you hold this for me for a sec?”

“Sure?” Confused, Cyrus took the bag.

Before he knew it, his feet were no longer on the ground and he flailed in panic, his arms wrapping around T.J.’s neck. The pumpkin donuts were thankfully still safely clutched in his hands.

“T.J.!”

His boyfriend grinned, happily as he began to walk with Cyrus in his arms. “See? Told you I can carry you better.”

“She carried me on her back!”

“Well, you didn’t say that. But this is better, isn’t it?”

Cyrus was well-aware that he was probably tomato-red right at that moment and it had nothing to do with the chill of the afternoon. And, T.J. was kind of right. Being carried in his arms was more enjoyable than being carried on Buffy’s back. Or maybe it was because he was in T.J.’s arms.

“Silence means ‘yes’,“ T.J. teased.

“Shush,” Cyrus replied, keeping his gaze firmly on the taller boy’s hood.

If he looked up at him, he would blush even more. But, after a minute or so, he couldn’t resist. He lifted his head slightly.

T.J.’s face was so close and his features so sharp and clear. He was reaaaaally handsome. And just looking at him made Cyrus’ stomach fill with butterflies. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

They arrived right on time to catch the bus and the 10-minute ride was filled with a still red-faced Cyrus laying his head on T.J.’s shoulder. Meanwhile, his boyfriend munched on some of his pumpkin donuts.

Arriving back in town, T.J. walked him home.

“I should be walking you home,” Cyrus said, swinging their entwined hands between them. “I’m the one who took you out.”

“My house is the opposite direction of yours, Underdog,” T.J. replied. “Besides, I don’t mind.” He squeezed Cyrus’ hand. “But, next time you, can walk me.”

Cyrus beamed. “Okay!”

Arriving at his house, he turned on his heels to look at his tall boyfriend.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, a little worriedly.

“Yeah, of course! It was amazing… and I got the most delicious pumpkin donuts to prove it.”

“So… would you say it was the perfect day?” he asked, sheepishly.

T.J. pursed his lips, pretending to think. “Hmm, not quite.”

Cyrus’ face almost fell until the taller boy leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. And Cyrus practically melted.

T.J. broke the kiss and grinned. “Now it’s perfect.”

Cyrus couldn’t agree more.

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kneewall49 · 5 years ago

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Life in Queensland

27th August, 2019

No one has asked what’s it’s like living in the sunshine state, but I’ll tell you anyway.

Life’s good here, it’s simpler, and as it should be.

Major difference is the ease of getting around by car/bike. No traffic lights keep traffic flowing and once your use to roundabout efficiencies no one gets held up except those that don’t understand the rules, the etiquette or are procrastinators.

No multi level car parks to lose your car in or get held up by a senior trying to work out how to back into a space, or big family with multi kids loading the once a month food shopping of fizzy drinks, pet food and cheese twisties.

Lots of marked motorcycle parking in prime spots is a bonus (for us).

No queues is another bonus, except for gelato on a weekend arvo. When you go to the motor registry, which we have had too on numerous occasions to sort licences and regos, the following happens. You walk into a near deserted customer area and head to the ticket machine. You’ll notice the 4-5 counter staff have eyes fixed on your hand. As you select your required service and the little paper ticket starts to emerge from the kiosk there is movement at the counters as the staff try to get your customer number to light up their counter before each other. It’s a bit like a quiz show. As your checking your number a loud speaker is already calling that number.

All shop staff (except cafes) greet you with ‘want you want luv’ and ‘thanks darl’ as a closer.

Heaps of cafes with good coffee and environs, craft brewers are also springing up everywhere with big budget establishments which are nice to dissect their architectural and detailed construction.

No aeroplanes in the sky, which I miss, but lots of noisy helicopters for some reason, maybe tourist joy flights.

Wed, Sat and Sunday markets are a nice outing for either a stroll, or provisioning. Eumundi markets are very busy and expensive, (even Manabu’s - x CiSRA QA engineer’s Açai) Noosa market is expensive but very high quality and mainly locals, while Yandina market is herbal, bit Scotland Is. like, but good cheap fresh vegetables and interesting second hand tools. Noosa market has apparently the world’s best Portuguese Custard Tarts, but as I’m yet to experience them to date.

We are slowerly getting use to water efficiency, being mindful our tank isn’t bottomless. A washing load uses 50 litres a cycle, 2x showers and there’s another 50 litres even when turning water off to soap up! We are now using the ‘grey’ water to water the new trees and shrubs we have planted rather than using the tank water. I’ll try to jerry rig some roofing to collect ‘free’ rain water but don’t want to over do the squatter development we are creating.

A day now consists of working in the morning till about 12/1 then to the beach on bike for a swim and picnic lunch, then back to work at 2:30/3 till dark. Bit hot in direct sun around lunchtime, but beautiful in the shade. Hope summer is not a killer, but probably will be. Might have to hang at at the freezer section at Woolies during the hot days.

I’ve also discovered 7eleven $1 coffee is on par with a good $4.50 cup, except for the crema. A trip to Bunnings in the morning or arvo includes a $1 coffee stop. I kid you not it’s acceptable (the quality). I buy ground coffee for home at Padres at Noosaville, settling on one blend after trying a few. It’s a cool place with nice but pretty coffee serious staff.

The best cake/bread shop is actually at a Shell garage at Noosaville too. You have to be told, you’d never discover it unless getting petrol. Just awesome French style stuff with lots of choices and they are constantly baking.

Paddler Andy Ross, another refugee from Sydney, has started a TT on the Noosa river on Sunday mornings so that’s now part of the weekly timetable, as is a training session on Friday mornings run by the local kayak shop. Nice bunch, glorious weather, champagne water.

The hinterland provides miles of great roads, cooler weather and cute little villages for stops. Too many craftie shops for my liking but that’s ok, old people have to have something to enjoy. A ride or drive up the hinterland is nice to have a break from digging.

Can’t find any boxing classes unless you pay $20 + for a session, Matt’s classes st North Ryde were a bargain, and hundreds of yoga classes if that’s your (not my) thing.

The beach. Noosa main beach is beautiful as you know. Minimal surf unless the swell is running which makes for a very pleasant cool off. Hastings Street is fabulous too. Just like being in some swish Melbourne Street but right on the ocean. If you holiday in Noosa I’d recommend paying a bit extra and staying on Hastings, it’s worth it by a mile. Forget the car just walk, eat and swim. Staying anywhere else in the area is hardly worth coming for.

Been very dry since we moved. The creek has stopped flowing over the little weir. Grass still nice and green except where I have driven the tractor over it infinite times, turning it to bull dust. Suppose to rain this week which will be interesting to see if we survive the camp out in a wet spell :).

Haven’t seen a snake yet, but I’m told it’s just a matter of time. I walk around like I’m in a mine field. We have jumping ants as we have mentioned which we are gradually eliminating. We also have a ‘cheese tree’ (look it up), which should be called a pumpkin tree, which has the unfortunate attribute of housing those seething balls of catapillars. Bit creepy, especially for Tokyo girls. We have BBQ’d two lots to date. Apparently coming into skin contact with them is not a recommended experience.

Anyway back to work. Digging the driveway at present. Want to get it done so the Port-a-loo lorry can get to down to our loo without having to go thru the neighbours. Everyone needs a goal :).

Btw we now have a lounge available in the annex for one overnight visitor. Who will be first?

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whateverisbeautiful · 7 years ago

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Reveling in Richonne

122: The I Love You’s (8x14)

First of all…

I have so been looking forward to breaking down this solid gold moment right here. Cuz y’all, it’s everything. 🙌🏾 So you already know I have to happy dance in advance lol.

Wait it’s still not out of my system. 😋

(Side note: I’m already extra when it comes to even their smallest moments so this is about to be extra x10. So thank you for putting up with me lol 🙏🏽😂 And this post is particularly long (cuz of course), so I’ll spare your TL with this one 👌🏽😊)

Lemme tell you, every time I see or even just remember this moment I cannot help but react to it with the same high energy I had when I first saw it. This moment gives me complete and utter joy and it also really moves me, so this will always be me when it comes to this scene…

Cuz y’all...they said it!! 🎉Won’t He Do It! Yes He Will! All the time! Forever and Ever! Amen. 🙌🏾😌🙌🏾😌

And I love that while it was a big celebratory moment for us, it was such a normal thing for them. All the way here for it. 👌🏽😊

It’s funny cuz I generally avoid spoilers but, the week before, I had been hearing murmerings that 8x14 might be the episode where they say it, and just the mere notion of that had me turning up. So literally the whole episode I was just waiting and watching like...

Cuz ever since I boarded this ship the thought of what those “I love you’s” would be like and when they would come was on my mind often. And we finally got to see it! And of course Danai and Andy knocked it out of the park. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

But first, to back track just a little bit, in the few moments prior we see Carol open up to Ezekiel about her daughter.

(Side note: I wish Carol and Michonne would talk more. They’re different in a lot of ways but also have a lot of similarities too. Like in Carol’s conversation with Ezekiel she shares about how these people helped her find a better version of herself and that’s the case for Michonne as well.👌🏽)

The main reason I bring up this moment tho, is because, when they cut to the wider shot, Carol and Ezekiel are holding hands which is sweet, and what I love most about it is that you can see Michonne sitting in the background, almost center with the hand hold. And y’all that’s not a coincidence. 💯

How did Richonne’s romantic relationship start? With a glorious hand hold. 🙌🏾😋 And it’s cool that we get some parallel to R&M’s 6x10 moment in the same episode that we get to witness another long awaited exchange. 😊 (And this also sort of suggests that Carol and Ezekiel might be joining the couples club that I think only Rick and Michonne are in rn.)

But seeing Michonne sitting alone made me kind of sad too cuz it makes me think about how she would totally be spending that time with Carl if he was there (or Rick if he wasn’t out wildin 🙃)

So they hear the gate open and then Michonne springs up cuz she knows her man has come home, which is probably a big relief for her, knowing his recent inclinations to leave and get himself in serious predicaments.

My favorite thing about seeing Michonne spring up like this is cuz, as many have pointed out, it’s so reminiscent to when Rick heard her arriving at the gate in the season 4 premiere. Y’all their magnetic connection is still going strong all these seasons. 😊

So then Rick and Morgan walk in looking like two bad kids who can solemnly swear they’ve been up to no good. 😂

And when Michonne sees him, she has a look that says she’s both relieved and also that she can tell her man has likely spent the day wildin all the way out.

Morgan walks up to Henry and tells him he was able to kill the Savior who killed his brother. And rather than relish the vengeance, Henry actually expresses sympathy that Morgan had to kill again and he tells him sorry.

And then I get hit hard upon hearing Morgan tell Henry “Don’t ever be sorry” cuz it’s exactly what Morgan told Carl back in “Clear.” 😭

I’m always here for a “Clear” reference in this show even tho it’s also a heartbreaking reminder that Carl isn’t there anymore. (And I hope this show knows that in no way will Henry be a legitimate replacement, so TWD don’t try to make fetch happen. Just saying.)

So while that’s going on, Rick is walking towards the main house and people are looking at him cuz Homeboy def looks like he’s been suspect. And he’s just sort of looking right back at people like “Say something, I dare you.” 😅

One person he doesn’t look at tho is Michonne and y’all I admit I was not feeling that. I was like; Rick don’t you walk past your girl without acknowledging her in some way. Like I know he’s in a daze and probably feeling guilty but at least nod or something bruh, especially after likely making her stressed all day about where he went.

As he walks away, Michonne watches him go and they emphasize her having this look.

Seeing this reaction from her briefly made me worried that maybe this show was heading towards another moment of distance between them or even disappointment cuz tbh Michonne wouldn’t be out of line if she did feel a little disappointed. So at first, when it came to where they stand, I was like…

But the thing is, Sis is so understanding and the epitome of a great wife so any worry that maybe this was going to cause an issue between them was quickly dispelled in the final scene of the episode.

So now onto the scene that has kept me on cloud nine for months. ☺️Lol. Lemme get prepared.

The scene starts with Rick walking into their room seeming freshly showered, and I love that there seems to be this comfortability with him returning to him and his woman’s room. Like I think they have him enter the scene this way to hit home that this is Rick at the most settled he’s been in a while.

And it’s significant to see him putting on a clean white tee cuz it really does feel like it’s meant to imply a clean slate as well as the lighter side he’s coming back to. He’s leaning into the good again, (now that he’s gotten some of the savagery out of his system lol)

Also I love that there’s this candlelight glow that’s totally paralleling the precious candlelit dinner proposal scene in 7x12. 🙌🏾 I think having that similar glow going just helps to set the tone that he’s more in that 7x12 headspace again, rather than the headspace we saw in the dive bar.

We then see Rick have a visible moment where he knows this is the time to open his letter, like his North Star told him to in this very room earlier in the episode. Everything that’s happened today has shown him that now is the time to stop running. So he goes to the drawer and takes out the letter.

So then, Michonne walks in and stops at the doorway and this whole moment is super similar to the scene earlier. Cuz just like Rick walked in and found Michonne holding her letter near the dresser, Michonne walks in to find Rick holding his letter in the same spot.

Their reactions are different tho cuz where Rick saw her holding the letter and felt a sense of fear and anxiety, Michonne sees him holding the letter and you can tell there’s a sense of relief.

Like she definitely seems a little surprised too with finding Rick right there with the letter, but also happy that whatever he did outside the walls led to the letter and not more suppressing or running from coping.

So the first thing Rick says is “Thank you.” And Rick is a real one for knowing he needs to thank her. And I love how Rick so often says thank you to Michonne in this series cuz Homeboy knows he’s with a queen and he’s grateful. 😊

Now, you know my extra self had to really reflect on what each line of dialogue meant in this scene, and to me Rick’s thank you was for her getting him to see the light slowly but surely, and for fighting for Carl and for himself, for being by his side this whole time, for loving him, and sharing with him, and for everything she is. 👌🏽😊

It was also thanking her for being patient as he took a little detour to where she knew he needed to be. But I think most of all, at the root, this is Rick telling her thank you for not giving up on me. 💯

I love how it’s so visible that a weight is taken off Michonne when he says this cuz it lets her know that he’s in a much better clearer space than before. She was carrying so much for the both of them, to the point that I was like Sis is overdue for a shoulder to cry on, but in hearing and seeing Rick like this, some of that load on her is lightened.

What I adore most about this moment is the way they both take this deep breath when he says this. They are legitimately one and so in sync. 😍🙌🏾

In seeing that Rick is in a clearer headspace she knows they’re making some progress and it’s a relief that he’s more present and stable cuz again, if he’s okay she’s okay and you see that in the synchronicity of their body language.

They both seem to just loosen up due to knowing/sensing that they’re a little more centered than earlier. It’s not that all their external problems are gone, but they’re centered with one another, which is enough to make them feel a lot better. 💯

I love that seeing he’s okay means the world to Michonne and in both of them taking this breath it reminds me of the moment in This Is Us where they all take a deep breath to take a step towards releasing the pain of their loss. As TIU said, when you don’t deal with your grief it’s like your holding your breath, so it’s big for R&M to be able to take this breath together.

The next thing he tells her is “I’m sorry” and I was very proud of Rick for telling her that.

Like hearing him apologize had me like…

And to me, the sorry was for the way he’s been running from her and the pain, for not being there for her the way she’s been there for him, for leaving and putting himself in harms way, and doing the opposite of what she and Carl wanted, for letting irrational Rick dictate his actions and not the Rick that knows to listen to her, and for distancing himself when he knows that’s not the way they are meant to be.

Rick knows he owes her better cuz in all this grief he has every right to wrestle with it but again, when it comes to Michonne he also has every responsibility to be there for her too, for so many reasons.

To name one, he wanted her in season four to continue this bond with Carl and she did and they became best friends so she opened her heart so fully to Carl and raised him with Rick, so Rick knows that as the husband he has to walk with her in this, and he’s apologizing for not doing that fully.

But Michonne stays out here teaching how to be a great wife cuz with so much love and compassion she tells him “You don’t have to be.”

I love this. 👏🏽😊 Cuz it’s not that she’s just passively letting Rick slide, she just understands that since they can’t reverse the past, all they can do is move forward, learn from it, and be better. And this is her way of showing she’s still here for him and they can be better together.

And I feel like in her telling him he doesn’t have to be sorry it’s not just her saying you don’t have to be sorry for what you did (cuz y’all Michonne and Rick are cut from the same cloth so she can understand what he did cuz she’s capable of going ham on the Saviors like that too) but it’s also saying you don’t have to be in a sorry state forever.

I appreciate that she chooses not to linger on this or reprimand him and make this cause a wedge. Also probably part of why she feels he doesn’t have to be sorry is because she knows his grieving journey has finally led him to the letter, which is where the healing process will begin.

She wants him to know he doesn’t have to be sorry for his grieving process cuz she knows this specific process very well considering she’s experienced it twice now. I love that she understands him so fully and so deeply and more than anyone else I think Rick has ever come across. 🙏🏽😊

Cuz low key someone who wasn’t his soul mate might not have had a response like “You don’t have to be” when he apologizes but more like “you better be”, but Rick’s got himself the best of the best who supports him through literally thick and thin. 👏🏽👸🏾

Rick seems to often be waiting for someone to tear him down or doubt him or be disappointed in him (probably cuz of his past) but she never does. 🙌🏾

Michonne always uplifts him and this moment was yet another way of saying “I’m still with you” and you know Sis always means it. 😌

So after she tells him this, Rick faces her and finally really looks at her with clear eyes again and it makes all the difference. He’s got himself the best wife and he knows it. Cuz she’s so compassionate and understanding and just genuinely wants the best for him without judgment. At the same time she’s not passive and naïve, she knows what’s up but she always chooses to see the man over the mistakes. #RealLove 👌🏽

And then comes the words we’ve been waiting for. Cuz Rick turns and faces Michonne and with the sweetest sincerity says, “I love you.”

Every. Last. Thing.

That “I love you” was a reminder and a promise that, as much as his whole world has changed, his love for her hasn’t. It’s still there and going strong. 💕

I appreciate that he turns to face her more head on when he says this cuz he wants it to be crystal clear that he means this. We’ve seen that when he’s not being totally honest he can’t really look at people, but here he looks right in her eyes cuz this is the 100% truth. 💯😊

I said in the last post how I was nervous that because this episode tried to make Rick’s word seem like it was questionable that they’d want this scene to be interpreted as questioning if Rick’s words are sincere or just manipulative, but all you have to do is see his face to know he’s serious.

He’s looking at her the way he looks at her when he’s in his right mind, which is like she’s his sun, moon, and stars. ☺️

And y’all, when he says this it came out so effortlessly that I had to pause cuz it was so clear that not only was this not the first time he’s said this but it was very clear that Homeboy has told her plenty of many of times. 👏🏽😊

Before this episode, I was thinking they’ve said it before but of course Andrew Lincoln found a way to deliver this line in a way where it sounds like this is something Rick says all the time. 😋

But it still feels really special and significant this time, because while I feel this totally isn’t their first, second, or even tenth time exchanging “I love you’s”, I think this may be their first time saying it since losing Carl, which is why it’s so meaningful and a milestone, cuz it’s showing they’re back to telling each other what’s always been true.

And after seeing this so many times, I’ve come to like the sort of melodic way he says it cuz there’s something so tender about it.

Also it’s sweet that he nods when he says it cuz this isn’t meant to be angsty, it’s supposed to be more like he’s saying; “you know that thing I tell you all the time? It’s still true” And it never stopped being true, he’s just now in a healthy spot to tell her again. 😌👌🏽

And once he says that, Michonne then completes this perfection by telling him, “I love you too”

And I gotta happy dance one more again.

But for real, her delivery of that line was beautiful. 😭 It was so sincere and meaningful while also sounding comfortable and certain.

And there’s definitely something emotional in her delivery because they’re expressing this sentiment post-Carl, but there’s also such a sense that this is so normal and natural for them.

Danai is so good at communicating so much in just a facial expression but also in just a tone of voice like this moment here. 👸🏾

And I love that Michonne got to say I love you to both Carl and Rick in 8B. They’re family. 😭💕

Now as I was first taking this all in, I was like why didn’t they show Michonne’s face as she said that (cuz y’all my extra self would have wanted a split screen so I could see both of their every move in real time lol 😂)

But what works about doing it this way is that it just goes to show that those three words are so normal for her to hear and say that it didn’t need this reveal of her reaction. She said it like she means it and like she knows he means it too cuz he’s said it fourteen thousand times before. 😋

And Richonne tones for the win, y’all. Like the way they speak to each other is always so loving and genuine and melts my heart. 🙌🏾

I actually have live footage of my heart when I heard them exchange I love you’s:

Lol so if my heart turned into Simone Biles, and I’ve only been waiting like two years for this, I can only imagine how gratifying this moment must’ve been for those that had been waiting for this since season 3 and 4.

Like y’all have been going strong for this couple for years and that allowed people like me to jump on board down the line to see what’s always been there between them. So I was celebrating not just for me but for y’all who believed this day would come as early as the moment R&M laid eyes on each other. 😊 And y’all were so right. Won’t He Do It! 🙌 🏾😋

And I love that this moment had so many of us like...

So while I still would have loved to see Michonne’s reaction, I do love that we get to see Rick’s reaction to her.

Rick nods when she tells him, cuz she’s told him this plenty of many of times too. Amen. 🙌🏾☺️

And y’all I already adored this scene and watched it a ton of times lol, but I never noticed, until I saw it pointed out recently, that Rick actually subtly sheds a tear when she tells him she loves him.

And seeing that has me even more emotional than I already was. 😭

It makes this moment even more moving because even tho these “I love you’s” are not some new profession for them, it still means the world to them. 😊

And I think for Rick to hear his woman so genuinely express that she loves him too, it moves him in this way because he’s reminded yet again that he still has extremely valuable love left in his life.

After losing Carl, he’d been convincing himself that he’s a failure. But Michonne is here and showing him that he’s still loved, and seen, and cared about, and forgiven, and believed in, and that hits home for Rick and makes him really grateful. 😊

Y’all we really are so blessed that this relationship is in such capable hands with these actors. They’re so skilled at making these moments feel so authentic and personal because they’re characters are so lived in and it really does feel like we’re getting just a peek into the deep closeness and intimacy R&M have in everyday life. It makes you feel like it’s too personal to have an audience almost, but it’s perfect. 😌👌🏽

Like every night since 6x10, R&M get ready to go to bed in a room they share and this is how they talk, except more weighted this time given the circumstances.

I appreciate that they’re also so in tune with the characters so they knew to play this moment as meaningful but also casual because it’s a sentiment often expressed between them. They don’t just know they love each other, they clearly tell each other often too. ☺️

8x01, 7x16, 7x12, 7x10, 7x09, 7x08, 7x05, 7x04, 6x11, and even as early as the day they went canon in 6x10; those are all the episodes where I love you’s could totally have been exchanged. Here for it. 😋

And y’all I have to have my reoccurring epiphany that this is Rick and Michonne. The Rick and Michonne that met at that fence, and constantly found themselves staring each other down when they were just strangers in season 3.

The Rick and Michonne who were glad to see each other at the gate in season 4. The Rick and Michonne who knew the rules had changed for them in season 5. The Rick and Michonne who just needed a pair of mints to finally embrace the fact that they were in love in season 6. And now we’re here. It’s a blessing. 🙌🏾🎉

I love thinking about any Richonne scene prior, especially pre-canon, and then thinking about this glorious “I love you” scene following it. Cuz y’all these two have been expressing “I love you’s” to each other in so many different ways for the longest. And it’s just so great to get crystal clear undeniable confirmation that their journey, starting way back in season, 3 was about these two falling in love and now being this strong couple in love. 🙌🏾😌

My favorite is thinking about their moment in the season three finale which parallels this one. In both scenes Rick apologizes and she’s understanding, but in s3 he tells her that it “must’ve been something else” that led him to bring her in. And now in s8 we can pretty much confirm that the “something else” was cuz Homeboy was falling in love. 🙌🏾🎉

Y’all there’s just no denying that what these two have is the real deal. It’s crazy tho cuz even now, with the literal ILYs having been said, there’s people who still completely overlook their relationship or “don’t see the chemistry” or don’t get that Michonne and Rick are a soul mate package deal relationship, which just confirms that…

And again, I acknowledge that everyone absolutely has a right to their opinion on it. 👌🏽 But imho, if people can’t see that Rick and Michonne’s relationship is a soul mate relationship now, then it’s cuz they don’t want to see it since in every scene Rick and Michonne are in the “I love you” is evident.

Whether it’s in action or in different words, and now in those exact special three words. They are in love. And they are going to stay in love til the end. 💯

So to the people who specifically hate on them, I low key feel like this scene was also a way to say…

But regardless of who’s on board, Richonne only gets stronger and stronger and better and better, so it’s all good.

And y’all the scene doesn’t just end with the I love you’s! There’s more gold to witness. 🙌🏾

Cuz after they share these wonderful words, Michonne goes to Rick and reaches for him cuz he can finally receive it, in fact he needs that.

The way he looks down before she walks over, I feel like Rick doesn’t think she’s about to kiss him, probably cuz he still doesn’t think he deserves that.

But again, Michonne quiets those doubts in him and gives him the love and connection they both need and y’all it’s beyond precious. 🙌🏾

Like this reminded me of one of Richonne’s most life-giving moments with the Kiss of Life in 7x05, in the way Michonne reaches for him and reminds him why he’s got a bomb ride or die wife. 👸🏾

I love that they’re able to share this kiss and just be completely enraptured in this moment. And you can tell they’ve both been wanting to connect this way for a while. 😊

And that mirror showing us all the angles. 👌🏽That mirror is a Richonner and I’m here for it. 😋

And then the looks they share tho…like y’all this love goes deep. ☺️And it’s great how Richonne can’t help but do everything passionately when they’re with each other. 👏🏽

And then the forehead touch, making them like a perfect heart, is such a beautiful establishment of the strong unit they are and the way they lean on each other and are magnetically connected. This right here is unbreakable. 😌💯

To see them both just be fully locked into this moment and not fight the connection their meant to have is so refreshing. 🙌🏾😊 #magnets

And seeing them in front of this whole mirror is def meant to contrast the broken mirror Rick was in at the bar. In the broken mirror he was alone and troubled, but here he is focused and with the woman that’s his rock so he’s much more whole.

Even during their distance in 8x13, I knew we wouldn’t have to wait long until they were back in each other’s arms, and just an episode later they’re right back where they’re meant to be. 👌🏽

So then, still so close and connected, they both look over at this letter and it’s kind of like these two are looking at Carl in a way.

And it’s deep cuz Carl really was their North Star and such a driving force for these two as individuals. But he still is their North Star because he helped to give them each other, which is how they are able to get through this. 😭

Rick lifts the letter to imply he’s ready to take her words to heart and read it. And Michonne walks away cuz she wants to allow him time to fully take this in on his own.

Before leaving, she looks at him in a way that says; alright it’s time to take this leap, no more running and once you jump I’ll be right there with you. 👌🏽😊

And having gotten his strength from his everything, he’s able to sit and finally let Carl speak to him one last time, cuz I think part of him knows now that Carl won’t end with that letter.

Like Glenn said; the dead live on in the living. So Carl lives on in Judith and in him and in the woman he’s in love with especially, Michonne. So long as they have each other and love each other, they’ll never lose Carl. 😌

Before Rick reads the letter, he looks up and it’s like he’s trying to look up towards Carl cuz now the roles are switched and Rick has to look up to his son.

This episode concludes with Rick reading the letter and emotionally taking in the words. It’s clear this whole scene is not to suggest that Rick is continuing to be jaded, but to show he’s rising above that unhealthy space.

He’s open to the letter, he’s opening up to Michonne again and focusing on what he loves over what he hates, cuz real Rick is returning.

Y’all love covers a multitude of sins and, while TWD does not get a pass for all the baffling dumb decisions made this season, those “I love you’s” def sustained me for a good while lol.

That day was Easter, it was I Love You’s, it was a good celebratory day.👌🏽😊

And this special moment between Rick and Michonne was such a beautiful way to end the episode, having that moment be the final thing. It just goes to show how Richonne only get stronger and closer through adversity. They endure things that should break them, but together they’re stronger than all of it and they always find their way back to each other.

So I truly adore this scene for giving us the golden “I love you’s” and for showing us how lovingly and authentically they’ve found their way back to each other after the hardest adversity yet. And as long as they have each other they’ll thrive, because they are really and truly soul mates. 💯☺️

Rick and Michonne need each other, y’all. And they’re perfect together. And most importantly, they love each other.👌🏽😌🎉🙌🏾

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#richonne #richonne family #richonne fandom #michonne #rick grimes #michonne grimes #s8 #8.14 #ILY"s!!!!!#at last #Won't He Do it #Yes He Will #thank you so much for reading!#Reveling/Rejoicing in Richonne

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calyxaomphalos · 2 years ago

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The Ghosts of Windy Ridge

Turn #115, three components:

location #11 - Crossroads (6) neighbor #3 - Andy Z (2) item #12 - unsure what it's for

29 April 2022, Friday Evening

With my visit to the Academy a success, I drove back to the cabin to stow the copies I'd made in my computer bag. Another errand I wanted to do tonight was to go by the Crossroads intersection and make another offering. I'd made a serious visit just the one time, when I'd not even been in town for a full week. I did that drive-by last Tuesday, but that was just flinging coins out the car window as I passed through. This evening, I think I need to park there and walk a circle around it, giving thanks and blessings to each direction.

My arrival in town neatly coincided with the new moon. I definitely appreciated my favorite waxing crescent with earthshine after I'd been here only a few days. With the waning crescent nearlry passing into the next new phase, it was a fine time to unload some unneeded energies. I'd have to give up on the idea of learning more about the Quartzite Rockburst Society beyond taking home the book of knowledge lectures and the mysterious puzzle box.

I wanted to start packing as much as I could in order to get on the road promptly tomorrow, but the crossroads errand wouldn't wait. There'd be time to do more packing after I get back from this ritual. I located my witchy bag and had a rummage through it for some herbs and an assortment of semi-precious gemstone chips. Another little airline bottle of rum and a few pinches of my black salt ought to complete the ritual.

I pulled out four sheets of joss paper and laid them out on the table in a two by two array. Next, I sprinkled a small pinch of black salt onto each. From the array of gemstone chips, I chose tigereye for grounding, labradorite to help release some of the pent-up emotions tied in with this visit, and the tiniest chip of jade onto each piece, where the jade acknowledged the wealth I'd gained while I was here, and a wish for that wealth to prosper in the town after I leave. From my array of herbs and other plant-based witchy ingredients, I chose some birch bark both to protect myself and to invite a new beginning after I leave town, juniper leaf to expose the truth while protecting those involved, and a tiny bit of wormwood for reversing any ill spells which may have been cast upon me or in my name while I have been in Windy Ridge.

I folded up each piece of joss paper into a small bindle to hold the ingredients tightly together. Once that was done, I got back into the car and drove over to the Crossroads, which took a few minutes longer than expected because I kept slowing down to gape at the glorious sunset clouds.

The Crossroads was quiet when I arrived. I'd parked halfway between the intersection itself and the Yellow Cross shrine back up along the road which leads to Timmy's. The sunset sky remained glorious the entire walk, which maybe was ten minutes at most. This had my approach coming from the north, but I walked across to the eastern arm of the intersection before beginning my simple ritual.

Holding one of the folded packets aloft, with my back to the intersection and facing the east, the road up to Spring Lake, I said, "Hear me, O spirits! I have come to thank you for your gifts and indulgences over this past moon cycle. Please accept my offerings!" With that, I placed the first packet just off the edge of the road to the right, then continued to face south, immediately at the highway.

Cars whizzed by just a few hundred yards away on Highway 38, but here on the frontage road, a ways back from the onramps, things were quiet. I held the next packet aloft and repeated my incantation before walking to the right-hand side of the southern road and placing the packet onto the ground. It was a similar scene in the west and then in the north, the direction from which I had come. I was just finishing the fourth recital of the incantation when I saw someone approaching from the north. It was Andy and he looked rather drunk.

I still needed to put the final packet discretely onto the ground. Given the way Andy was lurching, I expected it would be fairly easy to just go ahead and do it, then catch up with him. When I placed the folded bindle onto the ground, I quietly said, "So Mote It Be!"

"Andy!" I called out after I stood up again. "Hey, man, do you need any help?"

"Serren," he replied. "Serren, Serren, Serren. Heh."

I smiled inwardly, as that was how I was as a toddler just first saying my own name.

"Andy, man, let me drive you home, eh? My car is just up the road, not quite to the Yellow Cross."

"Fuh you," Andy slurred and then he belched loudly. "I'm supposed to give you this..." He stopped and patted down his pockets chaotically.

He hit finally on his right breast pocket, patting it with his left hand and being surprised when he felt whatever it was he was supposed to give me. He fumbled a bit more and then extracted a bright green object about two inches across with six protrusions resembling some sort of connector socket. He held it out to me and I took it.

"Thanks, I think. Are you sure you don't want a ride?"

"Nah, I'm gonna clear my head. You get going. Month ends tomorrow!" Andy turned around a full 360 before he lurched off due East. That'd take him out to Spring Lake. I was only a little worried about him breaking a leg or drowning, but he clearly didn't want to deal with me. I headed back northward, to my car up the road at the shrine.

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cannedfoodeatingtatterdemalions · 3 years ago

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Quarantine Day 2

I’ve been plotting my escape since 4am. While retrieving my breakfast, I spotted an open door at the end of the hallway. It led to fresh air and an open sky! Glorious! I can surely make a quick dash in and out that door? Or I can climb out the window and chimney down the building in style. No one would ever know! But instead, I did yoga, doodled, watched Hawkeye, and worked out more :(

Five months ago, I made an escape from my very erratic work life and drove straight through the NRG thunderstorm to Spearfish Canyon, SD, where Andy and I were greeted by...another thunderstorm. We had brought rain to literally every single state except Idaho. The first couple days on the road were surreal. I could not believe that I could do anything with my time. It hit me that we were dirtbags when I spilled mirin all over the bed sheet at the parking lot of Indian Wars Wall. We took the sheet to the river, washed it, and dried it on top of Skunky while we climbed. Just a bed sheet hanging on top of my roof box, not strange at all.

If you have not met Skunky, Skunky is my Outback. Bo-peep drove a skunk in Toy Story 4. I also found Skunk Works and its aerial brainchild very fascinating. Skunky was destined to reek of our b.o.

Our second blooper occurred when our 7 gallon water jug performed a 360 back flip off our car. The faucet lever vanished in the unkept lush green grass of our dispersed campground near Hanna. We eventually replaced it with a fancy faucet head from ACE hardware.

The climbing at Spearfish was as good if not better than Lander’s . The wildflowers at Spearfish were also as brilliant if not more so than Lander’s. There were lots of halved geodes imbedded in the rock. They make for shitty slippery footholds, but are great for aesthetics. Spearfish was the start of many good things to come.

<3 Steph

I like to spy on private properties on my approach to the crag.

View from Indian War Walls

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billyhargrovefanfiction · 7 years ago

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Glorious Results of a Misspent Youth | Billy Hargrove x OFC

Short anouncement:

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CHAPTER FIVE

That night, at work, Andie isn’t thinking of Billy anymore. She had been, all afternoon, but she’s found something else to worry about. Andie’s mom was supposed to be home yesterday evening. She still wasn’t home. Now of course Andie’s mom wasn’t one to tell Andie her plans, but Lois had a lot of things she did during the week. It was unlike her to miss her daily yoga duties. Andie and her friends even suspected her of being in some sort of yoga cult. Steve walks in. So much for not thinking about Billy. Steve sees Andie and walks towards the counter. ‘Hey, Andie, right?’ He says, pointing at her. ‘Yeah, hey Steve.’ She gestures to his face. 'I guess you were right about those anger issues.’ She tells him, referring to Steve’s warning about Billy last week. Steve lets out a sarcastic chuckle. ‘So nobody bought the car accident story?’ He asks her. Andie gives him an empathetic smile. ‘I did actually get some good hits in you know.’ Steve says. Andie rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah I’d say.’ Steve raises his eyebrows. ‘Really? Would you say? He doesn’t have a scratch on him.’ She was referring to the needle action, but Andie figures it’s probably best Steve doesn’t know that she knows about that. She doesn’t want to get involved in whatever all that was. ‘Well his nose was a little bloody. So, hey, way to go.’ She leans over the counter to give Steve a little pet on the shoulder. ‘You saw him?’ Steve asks her. Andie leans back. ‘Yeah… I picked him up.’ Steve nods. ‘Ah.’ He just says. ‘Don’t worry, after last night, I’m done with him.’ Andie quickly tells Steve. They look at each other for a moment. Steve looks conflicted. Andie does too. Finally Steve sighs. ‘Look, I actually started it, okay. I mean, I’m not saying he didn’t go crazy. But… I don’t know. I hit him first.’ Andie nods. ‘I still think you should stay away from him.’ Steve adds. They are both silent for a little too long. He shrugs. ‘Well, anyway… got to pick out something to watch.’ Steve turns around and goes to flip through some tapes. So Billy wasn’t lying. Steve did hit him first. Andie quickly decides that doesn’t change anything. Billy needs to fix his anger issues and Andie can’t help him with that.

Another two days go by, and Andie’s mom still hasn’t come home. Andie is really worried by now. She tried calling her aunt a million times, but nobody ever picks up. The money her mother left her already ran out, but luckily Andie has some money saved up, so she doesn’t really have to worry about food for a while. She has decided if her mother still isn’t home at the end of the week, she’ll go to Chief Hopper. Sam and Rich try their best to reassure Andie, but there isn’t much they can do or say. They can’t even really hang out much. Finals week is coming up, which means they are mostly just studying. Which is what they are doing now. Sam, Rich and Andie are all in the school library together, studying. Rich and Sam are pretty focused, but Andie can’t get into it. She’s leaning back in her chair, chewing on the end of a pen. She’s staring through the open library doors at Billy in the hall. He’s flirting with some girl Andie knows vaguely. The girl is obviously thrilled by the attention, and Andie can’t help but laugh at her obvious hair-twirling and lip-biting. It looks like a comedic sketch. Billy looks great – as always. Of course, Andie can’t help but feel jealous, but she still believes she made the right choice. As Andie watches the two of them, a knot starts forming in her stomach. She doesn’t quite know why but suddenly a feeling starts bubbling up. It feels like being really badly home-sick. ‘You okay, Andie?’ Rich asks her. She awakens from her thoughts and looks at him. She notices she’s pulling a scared face and quickly recovers. ‘Yeah, just no concentration today.’ Rich gives her a worried smile. Andie sighs and gathers her books. ‘I’m just going to call it for today, see you guys tomorrow.’ Sam looks up too, and Andie sees him and Rich sharing a look. ‘I’m fine guys.’ She assures them. ‘Calls us if you need anything?’ Rich asks her. ‘Hey, why don’t we have a sleep-over?’ Sam suggests. Andie chuckles. ‘Another time, Sam.’ She puts on her coat and throws her bag over her shoulder. ‘I’ll call if I need anything.’ She assures her friends, and she walk out, passing Billy who follows her with his eyes.

As Andie walks out of the school and onto the parking lot the feeling suddenly gets a lot worse. It might feel like being home-sick, but the last place she wants to go is home. For the first time since Monday, Andie allows herself to think what’s been in the back of her mind the entire time. What if she doesn’t come back? A strong feeling of anxiety builds up inside her. Andie had accepted the fact that her mother never wanted her, but she never thought Lois would be capable of just leaving and never coming back. What would Andie do? Where would she have to go? She was a minor, so she would probably go into the system. But what does ‘going into the system’ even mean? Andie doesn’t know. A tear runs down her cheek. People are passing her and are giving her looks, but Andie doesn’t care. She cries. She wants to walk away, but she doesn’t know where to, so she just stands there, her hands covering her face, sobbing loudly. She thinks of her father. He was such a sweet man. Andie never understood how he couldn’t see Lois for what she was. Andie knew when she was so young. She would call Lois ‘evil-stepmother’, and her father would just laugh. Andie wonders how much she’s like him. Besides him being sweet, she didn’t know what he was like. She was too young when he died to really know him. She knew she didn’t look like him; everyone always told her how much she looked like her mother, never her dad. Andie tries to picture him now, standing in front of her, smiling his sweet smile. She can almost see him, almost feel his arms wrapping around her… And then she does. Two arms wrap around her, pulling her in for a hug. She grabs his jacket and buries her face in his shoulder, shaking in his arms. She cries for what feels like hours. His hand stroking her back, and sometimes her hair. She’s not crazy. She knows it isn’t him, but god does she want to believe. So, just for a while, she imagines, and she whispers a soft ‘I miss you,’ into his shoulder. Even though his shampoo smells like Billy’s. Even though she feels the denim in her hands.

‘I bet she’s found another poor terminal bastard to marry.’ Andie says. She grinds her teeth. ‘She’s learned her lesson though. She won’t agree to have his kid this time.’ At this point she just feels ridiculous, but she can’t stop. Billy hasn’t said much, he just let her cry in his arms for a while. He let her cry while he drove her to her home, and he let her cry while they ate yesterday’s pasta. Then she got angry, and he listened to her rant for who knows how long about everything Andie hated about Lois. She must have told him her mother’s entire life story by now. She doesn’t even know what she’s saying anymore, it’s just a constant stream of thoughts. She’s pacing up and down her room spitting out thoughts about her mother. Billy comes out of the bathroom and sits on her bed. Andie hadn’t even noticed him leaving. She just keeps going. Billy notices a picture at her bedside of a young Andie and her dad. He grabs it and stares at it for a while, then he chuckles. The noise wakes Andie from her thought stream, and she looks at Billy like she finally realizes he is here. Billy looks up and hands her the photo. She frowns and grabs it, looking at it. In the picture Andie, about 6 years old, is on her father’s shoulders. She’s putting little braids in her dad’s hair. His face has a playful scowl on it. Andie has seen the picture a million times before. ‘You do that exact same face.’ Billy tells her, as he leans back on the bed. Andie looks at Billy and realizes Billy has not only not said much, he hasn’t spoken at all. He has his usual calm and confident look about him, not at all bored or irritated as Andie might have expected. Andie looks back at the picture and brings it closer to her face, studying her father’s scowl. ‘Really?’ She asks. Billy makes a confirming noise. Andie walks around with the photo for a bit. She tries recreating her fathers face. Finally, she looks in the mirror, and she sees it too. It’s the same face. She smiles at herself in the mirror. She puts the picture on the dresser and turns to face Billy. ‘Thank you.’ She says. Billy shrugs, and sits up. ‘I can’t stand to be alone in this house anymore.’ Andie continues. Billy shrugs again, and chuckles. ‘You were crying in the middle of the parking lot. Made it kind of hard to ignore you.’ Andie walks up to Billy and leans down. She strokes his hair and kisses him softly. ‘You could still have ignored me.’ She whispers against his lips. He smiles. ‘No, I couldn’t.’ He kisses her again and she deepens the kiss. Andie slowly crawls onto the bed and he lays back, without breaking the kiss. When she’s on the bed, he flips her over so that he is on top. He breaks the kiss. ‘I’m running you a bath.’ He says, and he pushes himself off the bed. He kneels by her feet and takes off her socks. He then unzips her jeans, pulling them off her legs. He sits up on his knees and strokes her exposed legs up to her underwear. Andie sits up and takes off her shirt as he does. Billy grabs her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the bed. Andie’s thighs pressing against his sides. He cups her face with both hands. Andie leans down, meeting his lips half-way. It is a deep kiss, but slow, soft and comforting. It’s a moment of meditation for Andie. Her worries fall away as she focusses on nothing but Billy’s possessive lips.

The kiss may have lasted minutes or hours, but suddenly Andie realizes the soft background noise of water hitting water has been going on for a while. She breaks the kiss. ‘The bath.’ She simply states. Billy’s eyes go big and he quickly rushes out and into the bathroom. When he comes back out he is smiling. He walks up to Andie and squads, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their faces are inches apart. ‘Just in time.’ He says in a low, seductive voice. Then, suddenly, he stands up and pulls Andie with him. Andie squeals as Billy lifts her off the bed. When Billy is standing Andie can’t reach the floor, so she wraps her arms around Billy’s neck. Billy grunts softly as he starts carrying her into the bathroom. Andie laughs as he does. When they get to the bath, Billy sets her back down on her feet. He unhooks her bra and takes it off her throwing it in a laundry basket. He closes the toilet’s lid and sits down on it. Andie takes off her underwear as Billy watches her, and she climbs into the bath. Billy sighs audibly. ‘What?’ Andie asks him. ‘You are beautiful.’ Billy says softly. Her cheeks go red, but Andie rolls her eyes. ‘Sure, mate.’ What? Sure mate? Seriously, Andie? Billy laughs. He gets up and walks up to her, leaning down to give her a kiss on her forehead. ‘Gorgeous…’ He mumbles softly. Andie scoffs defiantly. Billy raises his eyebrows at her and moves his gaze down to his pants. Andie follows his eyes and sees the clear outline of his boner. She smiles. ‘You know, this tub is quite big, I feel kind of lonely in here…’ She says. Billy licks his lips. He straightens his back, and takes off his shirt. ‘First, I’m going to get a beer. Do you want one?’ He asks her, as he throws his shirt over the sink. Andie nods. Billy smiles and leans back down, kissing Andie again. He moves his hand into the water and strokes her thigh. Andie moans softly as he moves his hand up to her groin. He pulls his hand back out, and breaks the kiss. He gives her a wink and walks out. Andie hears him walk down the stairs and she dips her entire body under the water, staying there for a bit. She blesses her huge tub, still smiling, underwater.

When she emerges from the water, she gasps for air. She slicks back her hair and faintly hears Billy saying something. She frowns. Another male voice replies. It’s not one of her friends and Andie sits up, gripping the edge of the tub. The other man is still speaking but Andie can’t place the voice. It is a conversation though, so it’s probably not a burglar. Andie gets out of the bath and grabs a towel, quickly drying off before putting on a bathrobe. She walks out, and stops for a moment at the top of the stairs to listen in. ‘…asked me to take her home, okay. I’m not bothering her. We’re friends.’ Andie hears Billy say. She frowns. Somebody asked him to take me home? The man replies, ‘Sure, kid.’ He says, sarcastically. ‘But hear this: I saw what you did to Harrington and I don’t believe you. So why don’t you just tell me where Andie is, so I don’t have to break your nose.’ Andie does know the voice… but who is it? She hears Billy laugh forcedly and decides she shouldn’t wait any longer, Billy laughing like that is not a great sign. She runs down the stairs and sees Chief Hopper standing in the hall. Andie immediately knows this is about her mother. Fuck. The panic rushes back to her and her eyes fill with water, but she tries to swallow it back. ‘What’s going on, Chief?’ Andie asks him as she crosses her arms and walks up to him. Hopper quickly takes Andie in, looking for signs of distress. Wow he really doesn’t trust Billy. ‘It’s fine.’ Andie says, quickly looking at Billy and back at Hopper, kind of saying it to both of them. Hopper frowns. ‘Believe me now, fucker?’ Billy bites at him. Andie quickly turns to face him and puts her hands on his chest. ‘Why don’t you go cool off in the kitchen for a minute, Billy.’ She tells him. She pushes his chest softly. He looks at her angrily, but Andie gives him a please look. He rolls his eyes and mumbles something about beer as her turns and walks into the kitchen. Andie turns back around. She is surprised that that worked, but the worried feeling overshadows it. ‘Sorry about him.’ She tells Hopper, quickly. He looks too tired to deal with this. Just tell me what happened, for god’s sake… ‘Did something happen to my mother?’ Andie asks him. He clears his throat. ‘Yeah, uh… I got a call from Chicago. Your mother and her sister were arrested.’ What. Andie is stunned. That might be the last thing she had expected him to say. She doesn’t even know how to respond. Billy immediately comes back out of the kitchen, and walks back to Andie. He strokes her back reassuringly, but he, too, looks stunned. ‘What for?’ Billy asks Hopper. ‘They allegedly paid some male sex workers for sex.’ Andie immediately starts laughing, Billy joins in. Hopper clears his throat again, now to turn the attention back to him. ‘I’m glad you find this funny, but this is actually a serious offence. Your mother went to trial yesterday and she and her sister got some jail-time and a fine.’ Andie stops laughing. ‘Fuck, jail-time?’ She asks him. ‘How long?’ Billy adds. ‘They made it off with five weeks in the Met Correctional Center.’ Hopper answers him. Andie sighs. ‘Morons…’ She mumbles. ‘They also have to pay a fine of 500 dollars each.’ Hopper adds. Andie nods, and lets out another big sigh. Her mother in an actual prison. ‘You okay, Andie?’ Hopper adds, the worried look back on his face. ‘Yeah…’ Andie tells him. ‘God, I can’t believe they are that stupid.’ She adds. Hopper chuckles sarcastically, and she smiles at him. ‘Do you have family in town?’ Hopper asks her. Andie shakes her head. ‘But I can stay with my friend.’ She tells him. Hopper nods. ‘Good.’ His eyes shoot to Billy, ‘Which friend?’ ‘Uh, probably Richard Pineda. Maybe Samuel Briggs.’ Andie says. ‘Okay, discuss it with them. When you have a definite answer, have their parent call the station.’ Hopper tells her. ‘Yes, sir.’ Andie answers him. ‘I’d like to talk to you outside.’ Hopper tells Billy. Andie looks at Billy. Billy nods and walks out with Hopper. Hopper closes the door behind them. Andie takes a deep breath. She is relieved. Quickly, she puts her ear against the door, and she catches snippets of the conversation. Basically, Hopper tells Billy not to bother Steve, Lucas, Max - and some other people Andie doesn’t know - anymore or he’ll lock him up personally. Billy mumbles something in return and Hopper walks off. Andie opens the door. Billy gets inside. He grabs her robe and pulls her closer. ‘You okay?’ He asks her softly. Andie nods. ‘Yeah… I don’t know. Five weeks in prison… is that bad?’ She asks him. He gives her a kiss on her forehead before he answers. ‘It’s just a month. They’ll be fine.’ He tells her. ‘Two fairly attractive women go out in Chicago. Why on earth would they pay for sex?’ Andie mumbles. Billy laughs. He doesn’t have an answer for her. ‘Let’s get that beer now.’ Andie adds.

The bath is slowly getting cold. Billy eventually got in the bath with Andie, who is now sitting in between his legs, laying against his chest. Billy has his arms wrapped around her waist. He also has a boner pressing against Andie’s back, but neither of them pay attention to it. They haven’t really said much at all, and Andie is in danger of falling asleep. The stress of the past few days had caused some mild insomnia and her body seemed more than happy to finally relax a bit. Billy humming softly was not helping. Andie has called Sam’s parents who agreed to take her in for a couple of weeks. Sam’s older sister left for college a while ago she Andie figured they had a spare room. She is going over there tonight. Suddenly, Andie remembers something Billy said earlier. ‘Who told you to take me home?’ Billy stops humming and makes a questioning noise. ‘I overheard you tell the Chief somebody told you to take me home this afternoon.’ Andie clarifies. Billy sighs softly. He stays silent for a moment, but just as Andie goes to repeat her question, he starts talking. ‘In the library, you walked out, and you had a weird look on your face, so I asked your boys if you were okay. The moron told me you were fine, but Mexico asked me to offer you a ride home. He said you might appreciate it. So, I went out to do that, and you were crying. You were there for the rest of it.’ Andie frowns. ‘Sam is not a moron, Billy. And – for the record - Rich’s parents may be Mexican, but he is born and raised in America.’ Billy rolls his eyes. ‘You knew who I meant though, right?’ ‘There’s this really cool invention called “names” that can provide the same luxuries.’ Andie answers him, sarcastically. ‘Oh, please, like I remember their names.’ Andie moves to sit up, but Billy keeps his arms tightly around her. ‘You’re an asshole, Billy.’ Andie bites. ‘Oh, please, Andie.’ Billy says, in a low voice. Andie sighs and relaxes her body. ‘No, fuck you.’ She mumbles. Billy chuckles. They sit in silence for a while. Billy goes back to humming some bluesy tune Andie doesn’t recognize. It’s relaxing. Andie leans back her head, resting it on his shoulder. She angles her face to the side and up. She looks at his face. His blue eyes are aimed at the small window in the bathroom ceiling. His hair is sticking to his forehead and neck. He looks so calm. Andie gives him a kiss in his neck. He looks down at her and smiles. ‘You are so beautiful.’ Andie says, imitation his voice. Billy laughs. Andie has let herself stop worrying about her mother altogether now, and is now ready to let out her stress. She puts a hand behind Billy’s neck and kisses him again, passionately, clear about her intentions.

‘Thanks for driving me.’ Andie tells Billy. Billy lifts her bag out of the Camaro’s trunk and sets it down on the Briggs family lawn. ‘No thanks.’ He tells her. He puts his hands in his back-pockets and looks up at the house. ‘So, what’s going to be your room? Andie goes to stand next to him and turns to the house, searching the windows. She points to a room with black curtains on the first floor. ‘I would guess over there.’ She says. She sighs. Billy looks at her and chuckles at her tired expression. ‘It’s just for a month, you baby.’ He tells her. Andie grimaces. ‘I just really dislike people, Billy.’ Billy laughs loudly. ‘Yeah, you laugh. Sam has three little sisters. Three, Billy.’ Billy keeps laughing and then shoots Andie a sympathetic look. ‘Poor baby.’ He purrs at her as he wraps his arm around her neck and pulls her to him. Andie stumbles against him and he kisses her on the top of her head. Andie chuckles involuntarily. She sees the curtains in the living room moving. She sighs again. ‘I guess I should get in there.’ She says. Billy let’s her go. Andie gives him a kiss and grabs her bag. ‘I’ll see you at school, I guess.’ She tells him. Billy nods. ‘Yeah, see you Andie.’ He mumbles. He gets into his cars and immediately drives off. Andie frowns, watching the car disappear around a corner. Typical Billy behavior, she decides, Means nothing. She turns back to the house and grabs her bag. The front door opens and Mr. and Mrs. Briggs are standing in the doorway, both waving at Andie, big smiles on their faces. Andie sighs one last time and then fakes a smile just as bright. The walks up the driveway. Let’s do this.

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