#I'm squeezing him to death(with love ofc)

[dannymans66]

Ichiji dump

Words cannot express the grip this man has on me, the hyperfixation has been going strong for like 2 years and a half.

My sketchbooks are filled with drawings of him

[jinnie-ret]

Hiii I was wondering if you could possibly do a skz reaction to their s/o having angel fangs (like the piercing) like maybe they get them done without telling them or just them dating who has them if you're okay with it ofc, thank you for taking your time to read my request. I understand if you don't want to do it :] have a good day/ night

skz reaction to s/o with angel fangs

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

content warnings: none

word count: 1.3k

This is my first ever time writing a reaction fic so I hope you enjoy it!! :)))

I really enjoyed doing this one! Hope you have a good day/night too my lovely <3

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Bang Chan

Chan loved his sweet girlfriend so so much. He thought you were the kindest person in the world and all he could ever think when he saw you was how sweet you are. Next to your shy temperament, you stood out in a different way to him with your silver angel fangs piercing.

"How can you be so cool and cute at the same time?" he admired you from where you were both cuddled on the sofa in the recording studio.

"Channie..." you blushed, hiding your face. He thought you'd be used to his compliments by now after being together for two years but no.

"I'm serious! It's making my brain... malfunction," he said, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"That's a good thing, right?" you boldly asked him, smiling.

"I can't with you, you're going to be the death of me," he squeezed you tighter in his arms.

Lee Know

Your boyfriend has his own quirks, his own habits that you had noticed ever since you met him, and one of them was poking the tips of your angel fangs. He was always pressing the pads of his fingers into the spikes.

"My little vampire girlfriend," he cooed as he didn't even look you in the eyes but stared at your lips and the jewellery adorning it.

"I'm not little," you rolled your eyes.

"Okay, okay I get it, 'careful I bite' and all that stuff your normally say," he teased, ruffling your hair as you groaned.

"If anything you're the vampire, it's like you want your fingers to bleed or something you weirdo," you folded your arms and rolled your eyes at him jokingly.

"You're not scary," he simply smirked back at your attempt to pretend to be angry, and that caused you both to crack a smile, the admiration you had for each other clear to see.

Changbin

He hadn't said anything yet. It had been 2 hours since you got back from the piercing studio and he'd said nothing.

"Sooooo, have you noticed?" you suddenly turned to him, making him choke on his glass of water.

"Of course I have! just didn't know what to say straight away..." Changbin said, deep in thought after recovering from the water incident.

"You don't like them?" you twiddled your thumbs awkwardly, sensing he didn't like them and he had kept himself quiet to not say anything that might hurt your feelings. At least he had your best interests in mind.

"No I love them... there's just too many words to describe how perfect you are," he turned you to face him, hand gently stroking your chin.

Oh.

So he did like them.

"Well, we've got time," you shrugged confidently, causing his hand to drop from your face as he whined.

"Stoppp! I was being cute!"

Hyunjin

He has just come back from dance practice and you were chilling in his room waiting to see him. You had just gotten the angel fangs piercing done today, and were expecting Hyunjin back anytime and wanted to see his reaction.

"Are we having a hotness competition or what?" he dropped his duffle bag with spare clothes on the floor, watching you relaxed on his bed.

"There's no competition, baby," you winked at him in an over the top way, making him giggle as he laid down next to you and admired them, caressing your cheek slowly with his hand as he analysed your face, like he was trying to burn it into his memory.

"You're staring," you whispered.

"Can't help it," he placed a chaste kiss upon your lips and pulled back to keep staring.

"You're like a magpie," you giggled, and he playfully whacked you on the arm as he rolled away from you and covered his face with his hand.

"You're such an idiot, Y/N!" he cackled.

Han

You walked back into the dorms, ready to see your boyfriend and surprise him, yet he seemed to have spotted you before you could have seen him, his blanket bundled self on the sofa now flying towards you.

"Baby? What did you do?" he gasped, slowly walking up to after his dramatic rise from relaxation.

"Look! Aren't they so cool?" you bounced on your toes, grinning with your fangs peeking under your lip, yet he was still worried.

"Did it hurt?!?" he fussed over you, lightly touching his own lip and wondering how it felt.

"A little bit... but it's worth it," you shrugged, still smiling lightly at him, his concern over you only making you feel fuzzy and warm.

"Beauty is pain, I get it," he nodded, eyes fixated on the shining jewellery.

"We should be matching," you winked at him.

"Oh no, I'll let you keep your tiger status my love," he waved you off, now pulling you into a tight hug and appreciating you, though you couldn't fully rest your head against him as he just wanted to keep admiring you.

Felix

Before you could even breathe, you heard the squeals of your excited boyfriend.

"You finally got them done!" he embraces you and forced you to jump around with him.

"Yes! Don't you think it looks good!" you stood back and started doing random poses to show off.

"It's literally perfect, so you!" Felix gushed, rushing to grab his phone.

"I knowww, I love it!" you blushed, happy that Felix liked how it looked too.

"Let me take photos for you, sweetheart," Felix took lots of photos, ones that you definitely posted on Instagram later, your favourite ones being where his head peeked into frame and kissed the piercings upon your lips.

Seungmin

A lot of Stays were shocked that such a clean cut idol, got with a girl who presented more of a punk image in her aesthetic. You were truly opposites, but that's what made you two work so well together.

The two of you were currently walking the streets of Seoul on a Sunday evening, hands clasped together.

"I'm getting weird looks again... I wish I never got these," you muttered sadly under your breath, feeling people's eyes dart to you, and it wasn't just your paranoia, you.kmew that this time.

"Why would you say such a thing?" Seungmin asked, upset on your behalf and feeling the same way himself that you were hurting.

"I just feel..." you trailed off, not really wanting to continue your sentence.

"Tell me," Seungmin insisted, pulling you over to a bench from the both of you to sit down on.

"I think people don't like me being with you and think I'm ruining your image," you sighed, absentmindedly tracing your finger against your angel fangs piercing in particular.

"If anything you're improving it, darling," Seungmin hushed you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and cuddling you to him, a delicate kiss on your forehead following the affectionate action.

You blushed and his your face, mumbling nonsensical words as you couldn't get a response out.

"Hahaha, don't go shy on me now," he laughed with a big grin on his face.

"You're too sweet to me," you smiled back up at him, peacefully taking in the city lights and basking in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms.

Jeongin

Wow, was the word most people used to describe the pair of you when they saw you together. Probably apart too.

You were a power couple plain and simple. Hot, muscular Jeongin, paired with a hot, pierced reader? Match made in heaven.

"What are you going to get done next?" Jeongin asked as you were both out getting coffee.

"Jeongin, I've literally had these for a couple of hours..." you facepalmed at your boyfriend, who although eager to see your new ones wanted to know how many more you'd get, already imagining all the different places available on your body where there was room.

"You're right, I need more time to obsess over these," he smirked and cockily raised his eyebrows as you from across the table.

"What am I gonna do with you?" you shook your head and lightly laughed at his antics.

tagged: @kiraisastay @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain

[houpss]

Dawg I’m actually begging crying on my knees for you to do a reverse version where like reader dies protecting skz 😭😭😭 ofc obvi no pressure, like only if you’d like to 🙏🏻🩷 you write so well im like obsessed

ububububu.....I'm very pleased to hear this! thanks for the idea, love 🩷🫂

I'm eating strawberries and crying, I literally feel bad about this job 😭😭😭

SKZ's reaction to your death ver. hyung line

maknae line

It pains me to write this work, my heart breaks and I begin to believe in this nonsense... BUT REMEMBER THAT ONLY PERSONALITIES ARE TAKEN FROM THE REAL SKZ, EVERYTHING REST IS FICTION!

Bang Chan

It happened...suddenly.

Chan returned home before you, he wanted to cook you dinner and then turn on a new movie that he recently found.

He knew that you were stuck at work, so he wasn’t too worried.

An hour has passed... you're gone, but you should be back by now. Two hours have passed, Chan is nervous.

He called you, you didn’t pick up, he called you so many times, but you didn’t hear.

At two o'clock in the morning he receives a call on his phone. He jumps out of bed, hoping it's you calling, but it's just an unfamiliar number.

He picks up the phone, he just hopes you're okay.

"Are you Bang Christopher Chan? I'm sorry..Y/N Bang died."

Chan thought it was a joke, a very unfunny joke.

He can only come to consciousness when he sees your body. Road accident, you didn't survive.

He will ask Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin to come out quite aggressively, because they came with him.

He ran his fingers over your pale face, tears forming in his eyes. Impossible.

He strokes your hair, strokes your hands, stopping at your fingers...he squeezes your hand tightly. Why did you leave him?

Tears fall on your lifeless body, you would be very upset if you saw Chan crying.

They can only drag him out of your room in the morning, he didn’t want to let go of your body until the end, it was like he was possessed.

"No, don't take me...I have to stay with her! I don't want to be taken away from her"

"she’s probably so cold and scared... she’s alone there, she’s already lifeless.”

He blamed himself, he could have taken you away from work, but why didn’t you ask?

The exit from the hospital is filled with reporters and paparazzi, the shocking news shocked many: “Model and Actress, Bang Chan’s wife Y/N Bang died in a car accident.”

Thanks to the members, they protected Chan from reporters and endless paparazzi. Chan did not walk behind as usual, but in the middle, and a ring was created around the participant.

Chan doesn’t remember anything, he just cried, he cries so much and loudly.

The members refused to leave him, although he asked so. They went to the dorm.

A day has passed... two days have passed... a week has passed. Funeral.

He remembers everything very vaguely, he was the last one to kiss your forehead before the coffin lid was closed.

Now he is completely alone.

He eats very little and hardly leaves the room. Minho literally force feeds him.

Your photos are open on his phone, you are on his wallpaper.

He doesn’t want to live without you, he wants you so much.

His tears never dry, he cries constantly. There are no emotions inside him, he is dead.

He looked through your correspondence... his heart ached madly.

He just loves you so much, he loves only you.

He apologized profusely to your family, it was his fault.

In the end he won't cope and he will leave for you. Chan was found hanged in his room. There was a note on the table with the words: “I can’t live without her, I’m nothing without her... forgive me.”

Lee Minho

People come and go. The simple meaning of life

But you couldn't leave him...not you

If you loved, then you would not have left...WHY DID YOU LEAVE HIM?

Overdose of antidepressants.

He found you in your apartment, you were lying on the bed, wrapped in a blanket... you seemed to be sleeping, but your heart was not beating.

What if he had found you earlier?

He would have stopped you.

He found a letter next to you... your last will and love for him

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤...𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰"

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐨"

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞."

IT'S NOT EASIER WITHOUT YOU

He has been crying for several days in a row. Even the members can't pull it out.

He became so aggressive and closed.

His heart rotted and broke without you

He falls asleep with your sweatshirt on, with your perfume on it.

The company releases a statement that Minho is taking an indefinite hiatus from activities.

He wants to close his eyes, open his eyes and have you next to him.

He went through many treatments with you and visited many psychiatrists.

You smiled at him so much, so what happened?

Minho cried for the first time in front of the members, everyone was broken with your death.

After your death, he smoked for the first time.

The cigarette smoke calmed him down at least a little. And in your dreams you came to him, you talked to him a lot.

He became very closed off to himself, even Jisung couldn’t get him to talk.

Everything and everywhere reminded him of you

Your bottle of perfume...your drawings, your rings, your elastic bands, your sweaters

You would curse if you saw him like this.

Only a month later, after your funeral, he dared to pick up your phone.

To mom, dad and sister: “I’m sorry that I’m so weak.. I would like a better life for you, I wanted to live better and happier. I’m a bad daughter.”

To SKZ:"Sorry...be strong, you are world stars and become even more popular..."

To Minho:"I repent of you, I hate myself for what I did. I have about ten minutes left...And in these ten minutes I will continue to love you, Lee Minho. Maybe we will meet in the next life?"

The emotions he had been holding back burst out.

He screamed, his scream deafening the silence.

Physical pain in his heart pierced him. how the bitch it hurts.

Now he's wearing your big jacket.

“Please protect me, Y/N.”

SEO CHANGBIN

"Police lieutenant Seo Y/N was shot..she died while intercepting a drug gang. The ambulance did not have time to arrive"

What did he just hear? Why are they saying your name?

Is this a mistake? Maybe they got it wrong?

He refused to believe it until he was asked to come to the morgue to identify the body.

Yes, you were lying there...a bullet in the forehead.

Changbin turned away, he couldn’t look at you. He's scared.

Probably then he realized all the pain, he stopped living.

Felix and Seungmin forcibly dragged him away from the morgue.

He was never against your work, he was just proud of you. Of course, his wife is a police lieutenant.

He knew it was dangerous, but could anything bad happen to you?

"Changbin, she died a hero, please...be the same hero for her."

There were so many people at your funeral, why did they all come?

Changbin felt lost, Chan was holding his hand. Changbin couldn't navigate the space.

Time doesn't heal anything, remember.

He lost the desire to exist

He hated your job after your death, it's all your damn job.

Will you protect Changbin? Are you his guardian angel?

From time to time he hears your voice.

He will come to your parents and ask for forgiveness.

Really, forgive him.

He will take your dog with him, it seems... the dog really misses you, where is his owner?

Changbin doesn't like music anymore, he stopped working out, he stopped eating.

"Y/N would be upset if she knew that you wanted to leave the group."

"She told you to create for the sake of people's happiness."

"WITHOUT HER THERE IS NO FUCKING THIS HAPPINESS..."

You would like him to continue writing and working.

He will stay for your sake... and for the sake of the members, these three months they kept him afloat, he literally clung to them.

Your dog now has 8 caring men

Changbin brings red Lilies, your favorite flowers, to your grave every week.

Hwang Hyunjin

You have been married for five years, recently celebrated your anniversary.

You were the happiest couple! STAY blessed couple , the participants were incredibly happy about your couple.

You found out that you are pregnant.

Hyunjin was incredibly happy! Members will become uncles to your baby.

Felix took the place of godfather.

Chan and Minho were responsible for choosing the name.

And Changbin, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin made rooms for your baby!

But...you had a back injury, which made it dangerous to give birth.

You didn't care, you were going to have the baby.

Difficulties began immediately during contractions, Hyunjin was with you all the time.

He was forced to leave the room in the middle of labor.

The members who were waiting in the corridor were very worried.

Sudden silence.

The doctor came out of the maternity room and said: “Congratulations, you have a daughter... please accept my condolences, your wife has died.”

What?

It sounded so absurd.

Hyunjin walked into your room, you looked so tired...so sad. sad aphrodite.

Hyunjin kissed your forehead, one hand on your neck, the other holding your hand.

"Thank you for daughter...and forgive me, I love you very much"

Tears rolled down Hyunjin's cheeks, the tears were like pearls.

Hyunjin went home with the members.. The workers left your daughter in the hospital for several days.

Hyunjin seemed to understand nothing, he understood absolutely nothing.

"The baby will grow up in love, Hyunjin"

"We will all take care of her..she is an extension of Y/N" These words from Chan hurt Hyunjin's heart...He will protect and love his daughter.

Hyunjin is always crying, his eyes are red, his face is swollen from crying.

It hurt even more when Seungmin brought your favorite coffee.

In three days we could pick up our daughter.

All eight participants went to the maternity hospital.

They brought out a small package for you, what a tiny little thing.

Hyunjin looked at the little baby as if he were the eighth wonder of the world, the girl was sleeping. Hyunjin could have sworn that she would look like you.

"We'll call her Viyoung" Why is this in tune with Vendetta?

The guy nodded approvingly, tears flowing down his cheeks again.

The members took turns holding the bundle with the baby in their hands.

"I will love you so much, Viyoung...just like your mother loved you."

“Your uncles will take care of you...you will grow up with complete love.”

They went home, everything will be fine. Your memory will never fade away. Hyunjin will raise a beautiful daughter. She's a copy of you, but with Hyunjin's eyes.

[skele-bunny]

okay okay okay gimme pregnant swiss!!! (with mountain ofc)

Self Conscious. (CW) Mountain/Swiss

CW - Self Image Issues, "fat" used negatively

Characters: Swiss, Mountain

(Hi STINKY 🫵 Swissalps for you. Fluff post! Divider by @ wrathofrats )

Staring into the mirror felt like a burden. A disgrace and reminder of how tormented and swollen Swiss felt. His eyes lingered as he turned, grimace worsening as his very obvious, very big, very fat pregnant stomach looked back. Carrying twins wasn't pretty, Swiss knew it wouldn't be. He just didn't expect it to look so bad on him. After all, Swiss was only three months pregnant at this point. He felt disproportionate. His keyhole scars around his chest just a bright pink as his breasts started swelling again, leading to another thing Swiss hated about his current stature.

Stretch marks ran up his sides, armpits, and more importantly his stomach. The soft flesh just above his genitals had started swelling just as much to the point he required help to shave himself. Needless to say, Swiss felt fucking ugly.

The multi turned to see skin rolls on his back, and that just seemed to set him off. Tears slowly swelled before openly crying, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He used the sink counter to lower onto the closed toilet seat, tail wrapping around his thigh and squeezing for some kind of reassurance that did nothing but make it worse as Swiss eyed the extra fat it squeezed.

His sobs wracked through his body, setting off a surge of both hormones and elements, dead flowers popping up through his frazzled hair he hadn't gotten done yet. Even worse, his body felt hotter than normal, hand going to his chest as a warning burp made itself known. He was a mess. Through and through. Another wail left, finger pads pushing into his round stomach.

"Petal?" A knock at the closed bathroom door echoed, Mountain's scent of worry becoming obvious as the smell of wet dirt clouded. "Are you alright? I could smell you from the kitchen."

The sentence hit worse, Swiss now too obvious of his own body odor from not showering yet. "G-Go away!" He sobbed again.

"Oh, darling... What's the matter?"

Swiss couldn't find it in himself to respond, frantically wiping his cheeks and shaking his head. The door knob jiggled before a silent curse, a tiny vine slipping through the keyhole and the wooden door opened, Swiss snapping his head up and grabbing the roll of toilet paper near to throw at Mountain's head—Who thankfully ducked in time.

"Get out!" He now grabbed their toothbrush holder, throwing it next. "Get the fuck away from me!"

Mountain lifted his hand, catching the container quickly but placing it back down with gentleness. "Swiss... What's the matter?" He got down to one knee, ignoring as Swiss pushed at his shoulders and chest.

He kept sobbing, "Get away from me! I-I smell bad, and you said you could smell me, and I don't even know how you can stand looking at me!" Swiss fumbled as Mountain carefully grabbed his wrists, concern written on the earth ghoul.

"Darling, you smell distressed, not bad... Sweetheart..." Mountain whined, lifting his hands away to carefully wipe away tears that fell from his mates puffy face. "What's ailing you?"

Moving to lean into Mountain's calloused palms, Swiss sniffled again, his ears drooped. "I feel so ugly, Mount... I can't stand looking at myself anymore. I try t-to find positives in everything but I just can't. I'm not cut out for this..."

In an instant, Mountain's heart shattered. In his eyes, Swiss was the representation of the sun and moon, the existence of both life and death. He was beautiful. Represented every single thing Mountain loved, packed into one. To know his mate seen himself in such a negative light hurt him, better yet the fact of how much his mate was hurting—unbeknownst to Mountain this entire time.

"Are you having second thoughts?" He asked quietly, leaning up to rest his chin on Swiss' shoulder so the other could dead weight against him.

"No—Maybe? I don't know... I feel so lost. I feel so disgusting about everything. I love you, I love our children, but I can't... Love myself. I can't love the fact that me growing our kits is doing this to me."

The earth ghoul trilled, tail swaying some as he thought for a moment. "Can I use my logic?"

"I love your logic." Swiss laughed some, letting tears continue to quietly go down Mountain's shoulder.

"Okay, well... Tell me what you're not liking."

"My breasts are coming back."

"Well, since you stopped testosterone, your estrogen is coming back in play. Our bodies are quick to adapt, and you're in another adaptation stage. They're now clicking into your other hormones like prolactin which is causing the growth. However, since you had top surgery, your prolactin is trying to fill in the gaps which is causing the bumps." Mountain moved back, showing Swiss the bumps along his chest. "They're swelling your ducts more to prepare for the kits as you're carrying multiple and don't have bigger areas to swell at. However, once the kits get out of a nursing stage, you'll start getting flat again."

"So it's not," Swiss looked up, grimacing just a bit. "Forever?"

"No. Not forever. They may have a bit of a swelling for a long time, but not outright breasts. You'll just have some Aether tits." That caused a laugh from the multi, slowly kicking his feet back and forth.

"My stomach."

The taller moved down again, nuzzling his face against the bump and kissing it gently. "Your uterus is creating extra layers of protection and enlarging itself for nutrients and more blood flow using endometrium. Since you're growing two rascals, it's having to expand more to adjust to their sizes. Earth kits are known for being giants... Let alone the sac placed around them. But your body is adjusting to the size change and actively going to keep them healthy."

Swiss stayed silent, looking down as Mountain caressed his stomach. His fingers were so delicate, going up his stretch marks to his belly button. He leaned in once more to place a kiss.

"If you're worried about what you'll look like after, our skin is elastic. It's how we're able to shift through our forms without ripping ourselves open. You can maintain your size, if that's what you want, or simply use your elasticity to shimmer back down. Your stretch marks, though, won't go away..." Mountain sighed, admiring his mate's skin. "But I love them. Baphomet save me, I love them so much. Every single one of them."

A small laugh, "Even the ones on my cooch?"

"Even the ones on your cooch."

Leaning down, Swiss gently cupped Mountain's jaw so they could make eye contact. "Do you promise that you still love me? That I'm attractive? I don't even fit in your clothes anymore..."

"Oh, petal... I think if mother nature was a person, it'd be you. I think you're more beautiful than the earth." Swiss' heart jumped, tears swelling up more.

It was a serious mockery to ghouls to whisper your love more than your element, but such a strong example of devotion. Swiss wrapped his arms around Mountain's neck, crying harder against his shoulder. Never once did Mountain let go of Swiss, purring and sending comforting pheromones to try and relax.

Wiping his eyes on Mountain's collar, Swiss exhaled. "I need to shower and do my hair, I just need to feel... Better."

"Want me to help you?"

"...Please." Swiss nodded. "I need to shave."

"Ahh, deforestation. The bane of my existence."

Swiss broke into hysterical laughter, covering his mouth as he snorted. Even Mountain kept a smile as he leaned over to turn on their shower, making sure the temperature was comfortable.

"Am I washing your hair?" He asked, questioning to grab Swiss' shower cap or not.

"Yeah." Mountain placed the cap back on their shower caddy.

Slowly stripping himself, Swiss couldn't help but eye the stretch marks Mountain had on his back, slowly looking down at his thighs that had similar design. He smiled somewhat, rubbing his thumb over the discolored line.

"And what would my darling like his style to be once we're done?" Mountain scooped Swiss up, stepping them into the warm water, sitting him on the shower stool. "Are we thinking buns, are we thinking top knots, maybe even twists?" His claws gently began to rake through Swiss' messy afro, pick carefully sectioning his hair.

The sigh of relief that left Swiss could easily be mistaken for a moan, Mountain's tail twitching in response. He gave a chuckle, moving to kiss his mate's forehead.

"Dealers choice?"

Swiss nodded, moving his back against Mountain's fur-covered legs. "Yeah... Dealer's choice."

[darylbae]

I LOVE YOUR DARYL ONESHOTSSS AAHHHHH

i wanna request another vampire Daryl x fem reader pretty pleaseee

I would write this myself but I do not trust my writing skills LOL. A basic summary would be a lone reader who kinda just travels around, and one night when seeking shelter from a thunderstorm she finds this guy named Daryl, barely alive, and nurses him back to health (as much as she can by feeding him rabbit and meat barely cooked per his request), before realizing that Daryl is a vampire but couldn't really care less ("There's dead people walking around and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?").

Maybe for some backstory the reader is looking for their dad (or something like that) who got taken by raiders, so she's traveling around trying to find him and killing anyone who gets in her way, so by the end Daryl and the reader make a deal that Daryl will help her, and she just has to provide the corpses.

Ofc, don't feel obligated to write this, I'm sure you get so many requests anyway 😭😭 Again, love your fics!

sweet thing — daryl dixon

in which you meet you make a deal with vamp!daryl, hoping to benefit each other

note: i hope this is what you wanted anon, and u are too kind! i am so grateful for every lovely comment i get, it really keeps me motivated to write.

The rain was pricking at your cold skin, eyes almost closed to keep the droplets from invading your sight, and there wasn't an end in sight. You had to find him. Your dad, the only familiar sight left in this damned world, was gone. You'd sat around a fire one night, sharing a can of beans, giggling about another guess the song game you'd been playing. Then you'd woken up, and he was gone. You knew he'd been taken, it wasn't hard to realize, his stuff still surrounded you as you cried into his jacket that morning. There had been raiders on your trail for a while, it was actually a group you'd split away from a while ago. Looking to drag you back in. Why hadn't they taken you too? You wondered every day since, all thoughts leading to you feeling too useless to anyone. So now you wander, hoping to find a lead to get you back on track to finding your dad again. You'd spotted a metal panel propped between two trees, it had almost resembled a hut, and it seemed the only shelter for miles. It'll do for tonight.

You'd lost count of the days now, it all consisted of walking, stopping to eat and drink, kill walkers. Still in the same God forsaken woods that you lost your dad in. The raiders typically stayed in wooded areas, easier to conceal themselves, which was proving to be true. Leaning against the coarse bark of the tree beside you, you'd sighed deeply and readjusted the gun on your hip. Another stolen prize from the raiders which had helped you immensely in escaping. It was time to search for a place to stay. It had started raining again, however much worse than it had last time. Thunder was booming around you, the rain quick to soak your clothes and your hair becoming stuck to your skin. In the distance you could see a shed, or what looked like a small house. Your brain had squeezed onto the hope of shelter, picking up the pace as you broke free of the woods. It was, in fact, a small home. A bungalow of sorts, good enough for you for a few nights. It didn't seem occupied, but you were still cautious, so you'd equipped your blade and held it up as you breached the door. It was worn down, seemingly vacant since outbreak. But in the corner, by a fireplace, you had spotted a shadow. A moving shadow. You hadn't thought it through, you just rushed over to the person, in hopes it would have been your dad. It wasn't. But it was a man, who seemed to be on Death's door. Wheezing in and out, shivering as his coat laid over his body, ghastly pale. You'd thrown your bag off your shoulder, ripping it open to find your makeshift First Aid kit. "Hey, you still awake over there?" You asked, incredibly surprised at your confidence around a stranger. A wounded stranger. He grumbled, giving you enough confirmation to keep administering First Aid. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

Turns out he'd been stabbed, too weak to patch himself up. These were all just guesses, as he'd remained silent in the corner ever since you'd gotten here. However, he stayed. Even as you went out to find some dry firewood, after the rain had stopped, he was still sprawled out in the corner of the room. You'd started a fire, and sat comfortably in front of it as you let your food cook and clothes dry. "Do you have a name?" You asked, glancing over to the man. He met your eyes for one second, pulling them away from yours in the next. He remained quiet. "If we're going to inhabit the same home for a while then the least I expect is some information." You spoke, stabbing the bits of rabbit with a stick on your improvised grill made of wire and clothing hangers. "Daryl." He mumbled, taking the coat down from his face and sitting up. It was nice to see more of his face now, and strands of his hair stuck on his face. His voice was smoky, gruff, kinda hot. You hadn't thought about someone like that since before the world ended. It had just been you and your dad, except for the group of raiders you'd abandoned. You smiled into the fire, happy you were making progress. "Want some rabbit?" You offered, waving the end of the stick over at him with a cooked chunk of rabbit meat. He shook his head. "I'll find my own food." "Come on," you huffed, "eat some damn food. You need it if you want to heal." "I like it rare." "How rare?" You asked, ready to chuck some more on the grill. "Not touched the fire kinda rare." You grimaced, gesturing towards the cut up meat on the floor next to you. He leaned forward, wincing as he held his stitches, and stole a few pieces for himself. It didn't satisfy him like you probably would, but this was unbeknownst to you, he had to sit in the corner and control himself. You'd been nice enough to keep him alive, so he owed you that much. "So why do you eat raw meat? Won't you get sick from that?" You questioned, done with your food for the night and just using the fire for warmth. He shook his head. Guess that was too far. Silence lay heavily on the pair of you, Daryl too interested in a crack on the wall, and you watching the flames dance in front of you. It was you making all the conversation, so you had assumed that was it for the night. You'd climbed onto the couch, laying as comfortably as you could, and closing your eyes, hoping to have a dreamless night. "Ya won't believe me. You'll run." You heard, and you'd sat up, facing Daryl who was now sat up, arms resting on his knees with his head dipped down slightly. "Why?" You asked. "Why would I run?" Daryl paused. He didn't want to be alone again. As new as you were to his life, he liked company above all else. Even if you were pushy. "I prefer humans." "You're a cannibal?" You shivered, sat up properly now, ready to make a run for it. "NO." Daryl answered, "well, kinda." "Vampire?" You asked. Judging by his silence, you were right. And it shocked you how... normal you were about it. "Okay." You laid back down, clothes still damp and uncomfortable. But sleep was catching up quick. "Ya ain't gonna run?" He asked, and there was a hint of innocence you could hear. Like a child that had been walked out on one too many times. "No," you answered, still laid down but eyes open and looking at him, "the world has ended, the dead are alive, and you think a guy sucking blood and being deathly allergic to garlic will astonish me?" "Myth." You smiled, happy to close your eyes again. "You gonna suck my blood?" He wanted to, so bad. He wanted to taste that sweet blood pumping around that pretty body. "No. Don't wanna hurt ya." Your heart quickened, and you were embarrassed how much of an effect this stranger was having on you. You needed some action. Bad.

The fire was out when you'd woken up, and the man in the corner, Daryl, was gone. You lifted your head, noticing the coat that had once covered him, was now covering you. Your cheeks tinged pink at the sentiment, as you'd sat up fully now, still keeping the coat nicely snug around you. He hadn't left, surely? You'd made your way outside, the heavy thud of your boots alerting him of your presence, as you'd found him on the porch smoking. "So you can still smoke, huh?" You asked, sitting down next to him and observing his demeanor. Even the way he moved was hot. "Same as you are, just different diet." "Guess that answers my question of how you're in the sunlight." You giggled, and you could almost see a smirk threatening to show on his face. "Want your coat back?" "Nah," he croaked, mid-inhale, "looks better on ya." You couldn't quite believe your life had come to flirting with a vampire in the apocalypse. "Going somewhere?" He asked, and he was a lot more talkative than yesterday. You shook your head. "All I've done is wander the woods for God only knows how long, I plan on staying for a while." Daryl knew it was a topic for another night. So he stayed silent. "Gonna find some dinner. Stay inside." He instructed, standing up and stubbing the end of his smoke. You nodded your head at him, planning on making this home a bit more homely.

Daryl had been gone a while, and you'd cleaned up the place a bit. Making it look not-so-run-down. And you'd even found a book, to accompany you as you waited on dinner. He'd returned back after sunset, having been gone all day. And you were becoming ravenously hungry. "Took you a while." You commented, slamming the book closed and getting up to get the fire lit. "Yeah, sorry," he grumbled, "see ya kept ya'self busy." He looked around at the space you were sharing, seeing it didn't look nearly as bad as it did when he found it. You had only just looked up at him, seeing a sleeveless shirt and being more interested in that than the deer slung around his neck. His toned arms, patches of blood and debris from hunting all day, it was enough to drive you mad. "Hey," he clicked at you, and you felt shameful, "eyes are up here." He joked, and you smiled awkwardly at him. "Ready to eat?"

You'd eaten a good amount of meat, both of you now sharing the couch. Shoulders touching, thighs touching, your heart was beating loudly in your ears. "What's got ya out here?" He asked, his gruff voice sending goosebumps up your arms. But the question was something you didn't know if you were ready to share the answer to. But Daryl could help, he could get you closer to him. Finding your dad again was all that matters. "It's been me and my dad for the longest time. We'd met up with a group of raiders a while ago, who did things we just weren't okay with, so we up and left in the middle of the night." You sighed, heart aching for your dad and wherever he was. "They've been hunting us since. And we settled down one night, and when I woke up, he was gone. Taken. I've been trying to find him ever since." Daryl's hand found your thigh, and you almost jumped at the contact. "I'm sorry." He offered his condolences, and the feeling of his hand on your leg was starting to catch fire. "Not your fault, unless you were a raider." You turned to him, and he shook his head, that smirk appearing once more. "What's your plan next?" "I'm not sure, I just needed shelter for a few nights so I could conjure a plan, until I found you." You admitted, a sweet smile upon your lips and you looked at him. Friendships tended to form a lot faster in the apocalypse, but you weren't sure what this was. Daryl was silent for a moment. "You given up?" "No. Never." "Well let's look for him, together." He suggested. "I'll rip through that whole group if I have to." "You'd help me?" You asked in disbelief. "I like ya company," he confessed, like a dirty truth, "wanna keep ya around. Gotta help each other out." You were beaming on the inside, if this wasn't confirmation of a friendship, then you didn't know what was. "What do I do for you?" Daryl looked at you, your sweet, innocent features, eyes full of curiosity and hope. You'd seen things, but you were truly broken yet. "Help me find bodies, people, not worthy of life, and I'll help ya find ya dad." He demanded, but his voice was low. You found yourselves inching closer together, and Daryl's thumb delicately dragged over your cheekbone. "Sweet thing. I'll help ya."

[sleeplesswixard]

Can you do bezel x fem reader? My little jackass doesn't get enough love, if your okay with it, can you do something suggestive? You can come up with what ever you want to write. But if you aren't comfortable with that, can you just do some fluff Headcanons? Thank you! :)

Ofc!!! He doesn't gets enough attention and love lol, maybe ı'll do a oneshot with Fem!Reader after too don't worry :3

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Bezel x Fem!Reader Headcanons!

Type:headcanons, fluff

Warnings: None!

Note: even if it's Fem!Reader, gender is not implied

He spoils you ROTTEN

His favorite thing is cuddling with you, he's touch starved and probably didn't touch a single soul in his life

Surprize hugs!

İf you're shorter than him(probably), he has to lift you to his height while squeezing the death out of you, not that like you complain though

İf you're taller than him than vice versa, loves to rest his head on your chest(not that way you pervs)

He tries to keep İscream and Fwench Fwy away from you (mostly because of İscream) as long as he can, he doesn't wants to involve you 'Demigod of chaos' and crap, doesn't wants to scare you or lose your mind

İscream probably founds a way to talk with you and probably bombards you with questions and jokes how did you managed to pull him

He's a great cook, especially loves doing pasteries

Cooks/bakes your favorite foods

İf you can't cook, he will teach you!

Likes to watch horror movies, but if you scared he won't force you to watch it!

He can be a jerk, but he's a gentleman as well.

Calls you "My dear", "Darling" "Love", "Sweetie" , and talks you more formally than he talks to others

Links his arm with you while walking with you (if you're tall enough to do that)

Puts you on his shoulders if you're shorter

he's the big spoon!

Surprizingly, he's not jealous AT ALL

He says "Love? Affection? Eugh... Couldn't be me." While cuddling with you(the irony)

He's really dramatic though, he will legit go coccoo if you'll get sick, even if it's just a small cold

You have to keep him from nagging Cheezborger

İf you love cats too he buys kittens to you and he probably takes care of them like they're you guys child😭

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Thank you for reading my fic!

İ'm sorry it's really short lmfao(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) English is not my first language i'm sorry if i have mistakes!!!❤️😭

[misshoneyimhome]

➼｡ﾟ Love Me Harder I William Nylander

[Pilot] [Chapter One]

Tropes & Warnings: William Nylander x ofc, fake relationship, no warnings (Language maybe?)

Author's note: So, I'm def excited to share the build-up to the main plot of this story with you – I hope the banter makes as much sense as it did in my head 😉 As always, I hope you enjoy it! 🌺

Word count: 5.1K

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"And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb. And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come"

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The Blue Bovine Steak and Sushi House exuded a tranquil ambiance on this quiet Thursday evening. The warm, soft lighting cast a serene glow over the polished wooden tables and sleek bar, creating an inviting atmosphere that enveloped the few remaining guests. Samantha, tending the bar, found herself with a rare lull in the evening's activities — the only discernible sounds emanated from a semi-private dining area where a group lingered over their late dinner. Their voices provided a backdrop of contentment, blending with the gentle clinking of cutlery and occasional bursts of laughter that filled the cosy space.

At the bar, Sofie sat perched on a stool, keeping Samantha company as the restaurant slowly approached its closing hours. It was nearing 10:30 pm, and most of the guests had already departed, leaving only a few occupied tables scattered across the dining area. And this pleasant lull allowed Samantha and Sofie a moment to converse uninterrupted.

"Holy fuck! I can’t believe Anthony’s pulling that shit on you," Samantha leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed and her voice edged with irritation.

Sofie sighed, swirling the remnants of her white wine in its glass. "I know… I mean, there’s really no reason for it. We��ve been broken up for what? Over a year now…"

"That piece of shit," Samantha muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean, after everything he's already put you through?"

Sofie nodded slowly, her expression a blend of resignation and frustration. "Yeah, well, when you’re a cunt, might as well be a cunt through and through, right?"

Reaching out she squeezed Sofie’s hand. "You deserve so much better, you know that, right? Don't let him mess with your head like this."

Samantha Denise Adams was the epitome of a best friend to anyone navigating turbulent waters. Her outgoing nature made forming connections effortless, and her honesty and vibrant personality often elicited strong reactions from others - either adoration or envy. And when Sofie moved out from Anthony’s place a year ago, Samantha's welcoming embrace and spare bedroom became her sanctuary.

A soft smile graced Sofie’s lips as she set her glass down with a gentle clink, meeting Samantha’s gaze with gratitude. "I know… It just… took me by surprise, you know?"

Samantha nodded empathetically, her expression softening. "Well, fuck him."

The two friends shared a laugh, Sofie nodding in agreement. However, their moment was interrupted by sudden loud cheers and boisterous shouting from the back, grabbing their attention. The noise cut through the otherwise serene atmosphere, injecting a burst of energy into the restaurant.

“Wow, sounds like they’re having a good time,” Sofie remarked, a smile spreading across her face as she turned slightly on her stool to glimpse the source of the commotion.

“Yeah, it’s Mitch Marner and some of his hockey teammates,” Samantha explained with a grin. She leaned back against the bar again, her posture relaxed yet attentive. “One of the perks of running a classy place like this, I guess.”

“Hmm, I suppose so. Who knew that much testosterone and cockiness could fit in one room?” Sofie chuckled knowingly, prompting Samantha to burst into laughter and playfully roll her eyes.

“You still have a thing against hockey players, eh?” Samantha teased.

Sofie chuckled and raised her hands slightly in mock defence, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. “What, no. I mean, it’s not like I dislike them…”

“But?” Samantha prodded, crossing her arms.

Sofie sighed lightly. “But… Nick has always been pretty clear about how his hockey buddies behave. And unfortunately, despite being eye candy, most of them have proven him right.”

Samantha grinned mischievously, the dim lighting casting a playful gleam in her eyes as she leaned closer to Sofie across the bar counter.

“Nick’s your brother, Sof. Of course he’d say anything to keep you away from his hotshot teammates and friends,” she teased, earning a chuckle from Sofie.

“Hmm, you’ve got a point there. But it’s not like you’re the greatest fan either, I mean let’s not forget about your ex… he was a piece of shit as well.”

Samantha’s playful demeanour softened slightly at the mention of her ex. She sighed and shook her head ruefully, her expression tinged with both annoyance and resignation. “Yeah, guess you’re right about that.”

The noise from the hockey players swelled briefly, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses, before settling back into a comfortable background murmur. Samantha glanced over her shoulder towards the group, a fond smile crossing her lips.

“But you know,” she then began, turning back to Sofie with a thoughtful look, “sometimes they surprise you. Underneath all that boyish charm and competitiveness, some of them are actually pretty decent guys.”

Sofie arched an eyebrow dubiously, a smirk playing on her lips. "Decent, perhaps. But trustworthy?" She paused, her gaze narrowing slightly. "I've seen enough to know better."

"Fair point,” Samantha nodded. “But hey, Mitch Marner isn’t too bad. He’s actually a kinda cool off the ice."

Sofie’s smirk softened into an amused smile. "I’ll take your word for it." She glanced at her watch, noticing the late hour. "Speaking of nothing, looks like it’s closing time soon. Think they’ll finish up anytime soon?"

Samantha shrugged casually. "Probably not. You know how these guys are when they gather."

"Well, at least they keep things lively around here," Sofie remarked, taking another sip of her wine.

Samantha chuckled softly. “That’s for sure. And speaking of lively, I think I’ve got just the thing to perk you up after dealing with Anthony’s shittyness today.” She disappeared briefly behind the bar, returning with a small, beautifully crafted shot glass.

“What’s this?” Sofie asked, curiosity piqued as Samantha placed the drink in front of her.

“Trust me, you’re going to love it,” she replied with a wink, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “Consider it a special treat from your favourite bartender.”

Sofie simply smiled, raising the glass in a toast. “Alright, Sam. Here’s to surviving exes.”

“To surviving them,” Samantha echoed with a grin, clinking her own glass against Sofie’s before both women downed their shot.

And as the two continued chatting and laughing, one of the hockey players from the group suddenly strolled up to the bar, his confidence evident in the smooth rhythm of his steps. Approaching the bar, he positioned himself next to Sofie, casually leaning on the counter - a subtle display of his muscular physique beneath the high-end yet casual attire that effortlessly complemented the upscale atmosphere of the Blue Bovine.

Samantha, always the consummate professional, greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi there, what can I get for you?"

"Could we get four more beers and some water?" His voice carried a hint of familiarity, his eyes briefly flickering to Sofie before returning to Samantha.

"Absolutely," Samantha replied warmly, already reaching for the tap.

Meanwhile, Sofie finished the last drops of her wine and caught a glimpse of the man's familiar face in the mirrored bar backdrop. She turned her head, meeting his confident grin head-on, her eyes narrowing slightly in recognition.

He was unmistakable - the slight wave in his semi-slicked back blonde hair, his tall and broad figure exuding an air of quiet authority, and, of course, that familiar smirk that hinted at both mischief and confidence. It was none other than William Nylander.

And immediately, he recognised her too. How could he not? Her long, styled blonde hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, framing her piercing blue eyes and soft pink lips. Her makeup was subtle, and her outfit blended casual with a touch of professionalism.

"Oh, it’s you," he remarked with a grin, turning his head.

Turning hers to meet his gaze, Sofie replied coolly, "Good eyes you’ve got there, huh.”

"I knew you were stalking us," William teased playfully, leaning in slightly closer.

"What? No way… I’m just here, chatting with my friend," Sofie retorted smoothly, unruffled by his playful banter.

William raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smirk. "Is that so?"

"Yes, that is so," Sofie affirmed, her voice steady as she maintained eye contact with him.

Curiosity then piqued and Samantha couldn’t help but interject, “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” both Sofie and William replied simultaneously.

“We just bumped into each other one evening by the hotel - I believe I’ve mentioned it,” Sofie explained to Samantha, subtly emphasising the word ‘bump’ which earned a knowing smirk from the hockey player.

“Yeah, it was quite the bump,” he added with a grin, mischief dancing in his eyes, as they each had their own versions of the encounter.

"Ah, got it," Samantha nodded, recalling Sofie's mention of an encounter yet without specifics. But then as she poured the first pint of beer, she noticed it was starting to run low. "I’m sorry, but I need to quickly head to the back and change the keg."

Sofie glanced at Samantha curiously. “Didn’t Jerry just do that an hour ago?”

"Uhm, nope, don’t think so," Samantha quipped swiftly before darting off, leaving the two strangers momentarily alone.

Sofie and William exchanged a brief glance, silently acknowledging their unexpected second encounter. But then Sofie let out a light sigh, absentmindedly toying with the stem of her wine glass as she spoke softly yet firmly. “You know, I’m sure Sam will bring you the drinks, so you don’t have to stand here and wait.”

William chuckled softly, “I don’t mind waiting. Need a break from the guys anyway.”

“Right…”

Yet, as William continued laughing softly, curiosity flickered in Sofie's eyes. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just didn’t realise you were this afraid to be alone with me,” he teased.

“Well, maybe I’m just afraid you’ll bump into me again,” she retorted sharply, her tone holding a hint of lingering annoyance.

William's expression tightened slightly. “Don’t worry. You're not blocking a door. Besides, I didn't push that hard,” he said firmly.

Sofie let out a huff. “Sure you didn’t.” 

There was another brief pause, but then she decided to speak again, her voice softer yet tinged with hesitance. “I am… sorry though…,” she added, looking down at the glass in her hand. “I’m usually not like that. I just… I needed to step away from the engagement party, get some air - and I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.”

William couldn’t help but flash a satisfied smirk at her apology. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said. “To say you're sorry.”

“I suppose not,” Sofie chuckled, unimpressed. “But at least I meant it. Not like your half-hearted apology; but I guess that's all one can expect from a Starboy like William Nylander.”

William frowned slightly. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do,” Sofie chuckled lightly, again rather unimpressed. “I haven’t been living under a rock.”

“Well, I thought maybe you didn’t, considering how rude you were to me,” William pointed out, before adding, “Or maybe you were just pretending not to recognise me just to impress me.”

Sofie raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “And why the fuck would I pretend not to recognise you just to impress you? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh, you'd be surprised what girls would do just to get my attention,” William grinned confidently, prompting Sofie to roll her eyes.

“You certainly do have confidence, Starboy.”

“Maybe. But at least I have a reason to,” he responded simply, his grin widening slightly, which earned another chuckle and eye roll from Sofie.

However, interrupting their casual banter, Samantha then returned with a satisfied smile, having successfully changed the keg. "There we go, all done. Now, four beers?" she confirmed.

And as she poured the last pint, Mitch Marner suddenly approached the bar as well. "Hey man, what’s taking so long?" he asked his teammate.

William shrugged with a grin. "Oh, just something about changing the keg," he replied, earning a nod from Samantha as he picked up two of the beers and the water.

"Alright, well let’s head back then," Mitch said with a wide smile, grabbing the last two beers before leading the way back to their group.

And as the hockey players walked away, Samantha glanced at Sofie with a raised eyebrow. "Well, that was interesting," she remarked with a hint of mischief.

Sofie looked genuinely puzzled. "What was interesting?" she inquired, tilting her head curiously.

"Uh, just you and William Nylander?"

Sofie rolled her eyes unbothered. "What about me and William Nylander? Come on, he’s just as overly confident and obnoxious as the rest of them."

But Samantha just chuckled knowingly. "Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be one hell of a fuck."

"Yeah, I’m sure he is," Sofie replied dryly, her tone tinged with amusement, "but I’ll let the rest of the girls of Toronto be the judge of that. Or boys… or whatever.”

Samantha laughed, shaking her head as she returned to her duties behind the bar. The two girls then continued to chat for a little longer, agreeing that Sofie could just wait back home since Samantha didn’t know when she’d get out of there. So, before heading out Sofie then excused herself to use the restroom. And to her great amusement, as she stepped into the small hallway, there stood William, busy fixing his blonde locks in front of the mirror.

"Careful there, Starboy. Cracking the mirror gives you seven years of bad luck," she teased as she walked by him.

William smirked at his reflection. "Maybe I’m willing to take that risk," he replied, his tone laced with playful defiance. Yet, a subtle smile played on his lips. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something intriguing about this girl. Perhaps it was the way she challenged him, a refreshing change from the attention-seeking behaviour he was accustomed to. Or maybe he just found her genuinely amusing.

"Oh really? Seven years of bad luck just for a perfect hair day?" Sofie countered, raising an eyebrow.

"Life's too short for superstitions," William shrugged casually. “Besides, I’ve always got good hair.”

"And here I thought all hockey lads were superstitious. But I suppose you're not like the rest of them, are you, William Nylander," Sofie remarked sarcastically, playfully accentuating his name with a hint of Swedish intonation.

William chuckled again. "And you're not like most girls I meet."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" Sofie tilted her head, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, earning a wink from William.

"Take it however you like," he replied simply, his smile widening as he started to walk away.

Sofie let out a small laugh. "Well, thanks... I think."

As she entered the women's restroom and closed the door behind her, Sofie couldn't help but ponder the encounter. There was something about William that was undeniably intriguing, despite his self-assuredness. Sure, he was good looking and she knew he was a good planter too. However, shaking her head, she quickly brushed it off, reminding herself that he was just another obnoxious hockey player.

And as the swede rejoined his teammates who were gradually preparing to depart, a thought suddenly crossed his mind; Could Sofie be a potential candidate for his plan? Firstly, she didn't seem particularly interested in him, which was crucial. Secondly, he wasn't particularly interested in her either. And thirdly, she didn't appear to crave attention from hockey players, unlike many others in his life.

While William pondered this idea, Sofie returned from the restroom and exchanged final words with Samantha, who was just finishing her shift. And with a smile and “you’re welcome” for being her company, Sofie headed out, leaving Samantha to close up the bar.

However, just as Samantha completed the last tasks - cleaning the soda machine, drink mixers, and washing the final load of glasses - she turned around to find William standing there, suddenly grinning at her.

"Oh, hey there, William. What can I do for you?" She asked politely, aware that hospitality extended to close friends and teammates of Mitch's even after closing time.

William paused, considering how to approach the topic before speaking. "So, that friend of yours," he began, leaning casually on the bar counter. "She single?"

Samantha was slightly surprised but couldn't suppress a smile. "Sofie? Yeah, maybe. Depends on your intentions," she replied, curious about where the Swedish forward was going with this.

There was a brief silence as Samantha finished closing up the bar and William just stood there, deep in thought. And sensing the awkwardness, Samantha decided to break the silence. "So... did you need anything?"

William shook his head slightly. "Huh? Um, no... not really," he cleared his throat. "I just thought your friend was... interesting."

Raising an eyebrow, Samantha looked at the hockey player with curiosity, meeting his gaze. "Oh, she's definitely interesting. Just... maybe not for you." 

Her protective instincts surfaced. While part of her was intrigued by the idea of playing wingwoman, she also restrained herself to avoid overstepping any boundaries she knew her roommate might have.

"Hmm," William replied with a chuckle. "Maybe I could... persuade her," he added playfully, prompting Samantha to chuckle lightly.

"Yeah? Good luck with that," she said, her tone sceptical.

But William only took it as a challenge. "Maybe it’s worth a shot."

There was another pause, and Samantha pressed her lips together, considering her next move, before she finally decided to take a small risk. "You know, she'd probably kill me if I ever gave her number to a stranger, but... if I were to show you a photo from her Instagram and you happened to notice her name, you could do whatever you'd like with that information."

William chuckled again, nodding as he found the idea smooth and harmless. "Guess so."

Samantha then took out her phone, finding a photo she thought William might appreciate. 

"Maybe you see something you like," she said softly. "I mean, she's not like Amy over there," she chuckled, nodding towards a tall, slim brunette with heavy makeup and long, thick false lashes. She was a waitress there, someone she knew some of the hockey players had spent private time with.

But William just nodded, biting his lower lip. "Oh, definitely. I've seen what I need to see." 

And with a final chuckle, the hockey player left the restaurant with the others.

As Samantha headed home from work, she felt a small pang of guilt. She knew Sofie wasn't particularly interested in dating at the moment, especially not a hockey player. However, she did like Mitch Marner whenever he was around. So, she reasoned that whoever he decided to spend time with must at least be as friendly as him. So, as she walked towards the metro station, she convinced herself that her actions as a wingwoman were justified.

___

Friday, October 11th

"Oh, she's perfect, bro!" Alex chuckled from his perch on a high stool by the kitchen counter, watching as William rummaged through the fridge, searching for something to eat before heading out for training. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the sleek countertops.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure," William replied thoughtfully, grabbing a carton of almond milk and a tub of protein powder from the pantry as he started making his protein shake.

"Why not? She's fit, not some crazy fangirl, and definitely not one of those waitresses at Mitchy's restaurant you’ve hooked up with too many times," Alex pointed out, grinning as he placed William’s phone on the counter.

William had shown him Sofie’s Instagram profile; a woman who seemed genuinely indifferent to the fact that he was an NHL player. Which, according to Alex, made her perfect for their plan.

But William sighed, shaking his head slightly as he poured the protein powder into the blender, adding a handful of fresh berries. "Yeah, but I’m not sure if she’s really what I’m looking for. She’s kind of… annoying."

Alex's laughter filled the kitchen. "Come on, man, you’re overthinking it. She’s cool, grounded, and not desperate for attention like the others. If you don’t make a move, I will!"

William paused, considering Alex’s words as he pressed the button on the blender. "Hmm, I guess she did seem kinda cool," he admitted, thinking back to Sofie's sharp wit and how she didn’t act starstruck around him.

"Exactly," Alex encouraged, taking a sip from his pre-workout drink. "Just give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?"

William took a sip of his protein shake. "Alright, I’ll think about it," he said finally. "But I’m not making any promises."

"Fair enough," Alex replied with a grin. "But trust me, you won’t regret it."

Glancing at the clock, William realised it was time to head out for training. So, he quickly finished his shake, grabbed his gym bag, and made his way to the door. As he rode the lift down to the car park, thoughts of Sofie lingered in his mind. Maybe Alex was right. Perhaps she was worth taking a chance on.

___

Sunday, October 13th - WSH 2 @ TOR 3

It was a vibrant autumn evening at Scotiabank Arena, where the Toronto Maple Leafs faced off against the Washington Capitals in their much-anticipated home opener of the season. Samantha and Sofie, nestled among a sea of fans donning the iconic blue and white jerseys, soaked in the electric atmosphere from their prime seats—a birthday gift from Samantha to Sofie for her 29th birthday in early September.

As the puck dropped, the arena buzzed with excitement, sparking a rapid exchange of plays between the two powerhouse teams. From the very first period, the game was nothing short of gripping, with both sides showcasing their offensive prowess through relentless attacks and sharp defensive manoeuvres. The crowd erupted with every shot on goal, each save by the goalkeepers, and every breakaway attempt, fuelling the players on the ice with unwavering support.

And as the game unfolded, goals were traded between the Leafs and the Capitals, each score met with either raucous cheers or disappointed groans, depending on which team benefited. The Capitals, known for their aggressive style, tested the Leafs' defence to its limits, while Toronto's talented forwards seized scoring chances with finesse.

Yet, in the third period, with the score tied, the Leafs cranked up their offensive pressure. The crowd reached a fever pitch as Toronto broke the deadlock with a decisive goal, sending the arena into a frenzy of cheers and applause. Despite the Capitals' best efforts to equalise in the closing minutes, Toronto's defence held firm, securing a hard-fought 3-2 victory.

As the final buzzer reverberated through the arena, signalling the end of an exhilarating match, Samantha and Sofie joined the crowds streaming towards the metro station, still buzzing with excitement from an incredible first home game of the season.

Meanwhile, near the Leafs' locker room, William was still riding the high of adrenaline, replaying the key moments of the game in his mind. Despite the intensity of the match, he managed to find a few moments to catch up with his best friend, Rasmus Sandin, who now played for the Capitals.

And after such a performance, William had a post-game routine that included cooling off and some rehabilitation, often with an ice bath. So now, sitting alone in the empty locker room with only a towel around his waist, he reached for his phone. And with a quick swipe, he opened Instagram, ready to unwind and catch up on social media after the intense match.

Yet, as he scrolled through his feed, a thought struck him. Though not usually one to snoop, he couldn’t resist checking Sofie's profile, and to his surprise, she had posted a story. Giving in to his curiosity, William tapped on the colourful circular icon and watched the video unfold. Where he then saw Sofie, seated in the stands next to Samantha, surrounded by cheering fans, clearly enjoying the game.

A grin spread across William’s face. The idea that Sofie had been at the game amused him more than he expected. And as he continued to watch her story, taking in the snippets of the match she had captured and the infectious energy of the crowd, he noticed something peculiar—her jersey number was 31. 

William’s grin widened. “So she’s a Freddie fan,” he thought, recognising the number as that of former Leafs goalie Frederik Andersen. It was a small detail, but somehow it added to the intrigue he felt towards her. Shaking his head in amusement, he put his phone away, the image of Sofie at the game lingering in his mind as he headed off to the ice bath.

_

Later that evening, after a peaceful walk with his beloved dogs, William returned to his condo, where the soft, ambient light of the lamps cast a warm glow over the living room. He sank into the comfort of his couch, the events of the day still buzzing in his mind, yet his quiet moment was interrupted by a message notification from his brother.

Alex: Great game tonight, bro! How’s the love game coming along? 😉

William sighed and typed back.

William: Nothing’s happened yet 🤷🏼‍♂️ Alex: What? Why not? William: Just didn’t know what to say, I guess. Alex: Oh come on, bro! Just slide into her DMs 😉 William: Alright, chill bro 🧘🏼

With his brother's words echoing in his mind, William opened Instagram once more and navigated to Sofie's profile. And as he scrolled through her posts, a smile played on his lips, as he then tapped the message icon and typed out a quick message.

williamnylander: Did you enjoy the game? 😉

With that, he sent the message, leaning back into the couch, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within him.

-

Across the city, Samantha and Sofie were chatting on either side of the kitchen counter in their small shared apartment, where Sofie was whipping up some late-night pancakes when her phone suddenly buzzed with a notification.

"What the fuck," she exclaimed in surprise.

"What's up?" Samantha asked, leaning over the counter, intrigued.

Sofie stared at her phone, stunned. "William Nylander just messaged me on Insta…"

"No way! What does it say?"

"He’s asking if I enjoyed the game tonight," Sofie explained, her voice tinged with disbelief. "How did he even know I was there? Did he see my story or something... wait, how the fuck did he find my account?"

Samantha tried to conceal any signs of prior knowledge, but Sofie quickly picked up on her roommate's subtle cues.

"Did he... say something the other night at the restaurant?" Sofie asked, her curiosity piqued, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at Samantha. "After I left."

"Oh... um..." Samantha hesitated, trying to find the right words.

"Oh my god, he did!" Sofie exclaimed. "What did he say?"

"Nothing, really!" Samantha protested. "I mean... okay, he asked if you were single... and then," she paused, gathering her thoughts.

"And then what?"

"Well, I told him you were single, but I also mentioned that you probably weren't his type... so he shouldn't bother trying anything," Samantha confessed, exhaling deeply.

Sofie was momentarily speechless. "Oh, okay. But how did he find my Instagram then?"

Samantha let out a defeated sigh, realising she couldn’t avoid the truth. "I might have... possibly, maybe, shown him a picture where he could have seen your name..."

"Sam!"

"What? I didn't think he'd actually message you! I was just... I don't know, trying to help?"

Sofie sighed again. "Hmm... Well, he did message me. So now what do I do?"

"Well, you reply, of course," Samantha suggested with a chuckle.

"No, I mean... what should I reply?"

"I don’t know, maybe say you had the most amazing time ever?" she teased.

Sofie considered the suggestion for a moment but decided on a different approach. carefully composing her response, her fingers hovered over the screen.

bochy.lacour: Oh wow, so who's stalking who now! 😂

Letting out a sigh, Sofie flipped the last pancake as she waited for a response. Yet, William's reply came quicker than expected.

williamnylander: You, of course! You came to see me tonight 😉

With Samantha’s curious eyes on her, snacking on a pancake, Sofie replied simply.

bochy.lacour: Oh, right I went to the match just to see you 🙄 williamnylander: Hah, knew it! bochy.lacour: 🙄🙄🙄

Once again, Sofie let out a sigh.

"What's up? What's on your mind?" Samantha asked, grinning widely.

"It's just weird, isn't it?"

"Well, if you're unsure, just ask him what he wants. Be bold, Sof," Samantha said confidently, taking another bite.

bochy.lacour: Did you seriously message me just to say you're stalking me now? williamnylander: maybe 😉 and to ask you out for coffee

Sofie nearly choked on her pancake when she read his message.

"What? What's happening now?" Samantha asked quickly, stepping around the kitchen counter to peer over Sofie's shoulder. "Oh my goodness!"

Sofie gasped nervously. "What the fuck is wrong with this guy?"

bochy.lacour: What? Why? williamnylander: 😂  williamnylander: as an apology for bumping into you with the door 😉

Sofie sighed again as she glanced at Samantha, who was clearly enjoying this more than she was.

"What? Don't you trust him?" Samantha teased.

"Well, I don't know... should I?"

But Samantha, in a playful mood, simply snatched the phone from Sofie’s hand. "Of course! Let’s do it, it’ll be fun for you," she giggled, returning to her seat across from Sofie and responding on her behalf.

bochy.lacour: Alright then 🙂 when and where?

William, surprised that Sofie had agreed so quickly, smirked as he thought about his schedule for the next few days.

williamnylander: Tomorrow at 9? bochy.lacour: I’m at work at 9 - how about 7? Or 6:30? williamnylander: That's early! 😅 bochy.lacour: Well, sorry Starboy, but some of us have regular work schedules 🙄

William chuckled at the nickname, deciding he liked it even if she was being sarcastic. Glancing over at his beloved doodles lounging beside him and after a moment’s thought, he realised he’d need to take his dogs out early anyway.

williamnylander: Alright then 7. I’ll send you the location of a spot I know 😉 bochy.lacour: Sure 🙂

Sofie turned to Samantha with a resigned expression as she retrieved her phone. "I can’t believe you just did that."

"What? You mean helping you score a date with hockey starboy William Nylander? Come on, give me some credit for being a wingwoman!"

Sofie couldn’t help but smile slightly, though she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, you get the credit—but just so you know, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind."

"Of course it was, babe—seriously, if this was primary school, you two would be running around and he’d be pulling on your pigtails," Samantha said playfully before adding, "besides, maybe this is good for you—getting out there and not thinking about Shitface and his stupid wedding."

And Sofie could only agree to that sentiment. So, nodding slightly, she took another bite of her late-night snack. "Maybe you're right... but still, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s just coffee, and it’s still super weird."

[jaennwrites]

Stain Them. I Don't Care.

Hi guys it been a long time and although this isn't my comeback I just felt in the writing spirit. I will try my best to write stuff but the truth is y'all my attention span has been gone since TLOU (HBO) ended. However, I'm trading in fortnite videos (jonesyXreader coming soon ofc) for Peaky Blinders. I'm on S2 E2 so this little blurb doesn't have much show lore but I love Tommy, I'm a Cillian Murphy fangirl and I love a good dangerous man who gets soft and obsessed for their women. Anyways let me actually shut up.

Word Count: 1,410 Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Fem Reader (fairly gender neutral but reader is referred to as a wife), Established Relationship (married :3). Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Gun and shooting, Character (you) death. Completely SFW.

All interactions greatly appreciated, hope I can find the motivation to write more, thx guyzers <3

Tommy Shelby was an interesting man, it was even more interesting that he devoted himself to someone like you. It wasn’t an insulting thing, it’s just that many people didn’t understand Tommy’s obsession with this ordinary woman. The circumstances of your meeting was a kept secret of course but as everyone knew, you weren’t a whore, or spy, or other gang’s  daughter or wife, you were just you.

So when Tommy got off of his stressful often bloody days just to see you either sitting peacefully or cooking something, it made him happy. When people had the stupidity to question why Tommy was with you, he’d simply respond with his usual menacing stare. Sure, he didn’t run around town boasting about his wife but you knew he felt prideful when he was with you. Especially when he could bring you around people he considered enemies, you were his walking proof that he could attain and be acquainted with good people. 

The true ‘fuck you’ to those who didn’t know peace for Tommy Shelby had the embodiment of it right by his side always. 

Your head perked up at the sound of the front door smiling as you saw Tommy tiredly walk through the door. You often spent chunks of time waiting for him, more recently than ever before. Thomas Shelby by no means was an open man, but he always allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he could never not when it came to you. 

Being around you felt like an adrenaline rush that never ended; from the day he first saw you to the day he asked you to marry him. Everything about you made him nervous and scared; he somehow couldn’t rest peacefully with you in his life yet his time with you was more peaceful than he had ever known. 

“You look wide awake” You joked resting your head on the back of the couch.

“Funny” He smiled, a smile that couldn’t fade as long as you were there smiling back at him. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at his bruised hands before squeezing them tightly with a smile. Tommy no doubt carried a lot of baggage into the relationship. On an almost agonizing constant loop you could still vividly picture the first death at the hands of Tommy that you had witnessed. Although he’d never tell you, he remembered it too, the guilt ate him alive everyday. The way you looked at him that day made him physically sick. When you agreed to see him again after that, the look was gone but he’d never forget it. 

“How has everything been?” “Business wise” You asked. 

“It’s getting better” He reassured.

“So can I come with you tomorrow? To the Garrison”

“Would you not prefer to sit here? Safely” Tommy teased.

You rolled your eyes unseriously knowing that simple gesture alone would be enough to convince him. Tommy often had a problem saying no to you, it was chronic at this point. There were times he was a little more resistant but eventually he’d break, just for you. Partly because he trusted your judgment, and you never asked for anything insane. You two were in many ways polar opposites but the borderline paranoid danger/bullshit meter you shared were identical, he trusted you.

“Fine” “Didn’t know you loved my boring meetings” He joked

Your nights consisted of you two sitting sometimes doing some light drinking but for the most part you just enjoyed each other’s company. No matter what Tommy went through during his day, to be able to come home to you or come home with you was his cure all. It scared him to death how much he loved you, some nights it was all he could think of, the fear and happiness you produced. 

Then the morning would come and that feeling would be a distant memory because you’d still always be there. This morning was no different, he woke up right next to you, your sleeping face somehow even more beautiful than when you both fell asleep. Tommy was not a man who was very vocal about his affections but his eyes never lied. You could melt into a puddle whenever he looked at you, when he looked at you it was as if someone had captured love, melted it and injected it into your veins. 

That morning Tommy fulfilled his promise and you happily came along with him to his meeting, you didn’t want to admit that it was indeed boring but god you were bored. These weren’t his sly threat here, sly threat there meetings, just simple boring money managing. 

“This is boring” You whispered, eliciting a smile from your husband before excusing yourself into the main portion of the bar.

However the bar also bore you, a bunch of men drinking all of them too afraid to even glance in your direction. Tommy had planned to be done with this meeting by now but unfortunately it seemed to be taking longer and longer. He sat letting his mind wander a little as the time felt slower and slower while your eyes searched for something to keep you busy. 

Tommy had a big dislike for you walking alone and you understood dislike, however simply standing outside of the bar surely was a loophole. The smell of alcohol was weirdly insufferable today so without a second thought you headed for the front door, opening the one and then the second. 

You hadn’t noticed for the first few seconds, but the wet feeling rapidly spreading from your chest pulled you into the dark reality. You looked up at the gunman to see a face full of regret, from that look alone clearly you weren’t the target

Your husband was. 

The gunman had been young, clearly trigger happy but nevertheless a wonderful shot because by the time your body fell back you were gone. Tommy practically had leaped over the table at the sound. As he opened the door to his private room his eyes scanned the bar full of equally worried faces but had yet to see yours. 

The commotion coming from the front door prompted him to quickly check and confirm the nightmare he had been dreading since the day he first met you. The guttural shout he let out quieted the entire street, anyone moving stopped, anyone working stopped, the entire world seemed to stop. 

Tommy couldn’t remember the last time his hands shook at the sight of a dead body. His shaky hand intertwined with your lifeless one and his arm wrapped securely around your neck. He pulled your body close to his chest, the still fresh blood now soaking into his suit. Nobody around dared to move, hell not even breathe for it would only be a reminder that you couldn’t.

Thomas Shelby sat in that doorway for hours, whispering various pleas and prayers to Gods he didn’t even believe in. Soon enough his family convinced him to allow your body to be taken and for everything to be cleaned up. 

The wedding ring that was removed from your finger felt like it weighed pounds as it moved in his pocket. All that movement just to bring him to an even harsher reality as he stood in front of your shared home. He sat on the front steps for a while, it rained, drunk men passed, various things passed and he sat not daring to move a muscle. 

When Tommy finally made it into the house his heart felt as if it was attempting to break out of his chest. His eyes watered as he slowly shuffled over to your side of the bed falling to his knees beside it. Slowly his head descended before resting into blankets that filled his senses of nothing but you. The sheets smelled of you, the feeling of the blankets brought back every lovely memory of you. 

Thomas Shelby couldn’t remember the last time he cried, like really truly cried. Quite frankly he couldn’t remember anything in this state. A place that once was home to your laughter and voice was now full of the muffled sobs of your husband. 

Tommy’s hands held his blood soaked chest wishing that he had covered himself in your blood. He prayed it would stain every item of clothing he owned, stain his hands, his face so that he could never be without you. 

"I fear to stain your clothes with blood" "Stain them, I don't care"

[xiaq]

What was your relationship with HP in your childhood and what did it mean to you?

Warning: long answer is long.

I read the first HP book when I was 10. It felt like coming home. I was a deeply awkward, anxious kid dealing with bullying at school. I felt wrong and out of place and like everyone except for me had a manual for how they were supposed to navigate life; without the manual I was certain I would never catch up.

Books were a fucking haven. And THIS book. This book was about a kid that I empathized with so much. Except he's bullied and feels out of place because he IS out place. He's meant to be somewhere better, with people like him, who (for the most part) treat him kindly and with respect. And suddenly he's able to make friends and excel at his studies, and he settles into this fantastic world where he fits, and he's bright and likable and he has a purpose. It was just. God, it was everything I wanted for myself. AND there was magic and a train and a cool castle.

I think the first two books were already out when I started reading and I read the rest as they were released (re-reading them all multiple times in between). The friends I did manage to make also adored the books. I went from "playing Harry Potter" on the playground to writing fanfic to going to midnight book releases and meeting up with friends to see the movies as they started coming out. The final book came out shortly after I started high school, and the final movie came out when I was in college. I went to that midnight showing with a good portion of my friends and we all cried like babies at the end. Because it was over. This thing that had sustained us for so long. This thing that marked our childhoods.

You have to understand that Harry Potter-related expectation was a constant for the majority of my life. Since I was in elementary school there was always a new book to look forward to every year or so. And when the book series was completed, there was the next movie to look forward to. And then it was over (and with such an unsatisfying epilogue). That's when I really got involved in fandom (outside the fic I wrote amongst friends in a the group journal we kept and passed back and forth during studyhall, ofc). And fandom was the most accepting, glorious, place for an anxious queer kid just starting to come out of her shell as college afforded her the freedom to realize that maybe the very narrow (private Christian school k-12) concept of normalcy she'd been afforded until that point wasn't entirely accurate. And it continued to be glorious. I went to cons and got merch and put my House in my online dating profile and 3D printed custom HP cookie cutters and joked about having a HP themed wedding some day and my friends and I loved our nerdy little world that made us happy. Until Joanne ruined it.

And I'm honestly not trying to be dramatic, but when something has been so intrinsic to your life and your social circle and even, to an extent, part of your identify, it's fucking devastating when you find out the creator of that thing is a bigot and actively using her platform to target people you love. I stopped supporting her (buying books/movies/merch etc.) a couple years back, and I was content in embracing the concept of Death of the Author (or, as I've previously termed it, "we've killed the author and are now rifling through her stuff to keep the good bits and throw out the bad"). But now, in light of her continued escalations and the recent TV series announcement, and the conversations I've been having with friends (particularly Jewish and trans friends), I do mean that the very concept of Harry Potter is ruined for me. My, now decades, of nostalgia just...aren't enough to supersede what feels like an irresponsible attachment. Before, I wanted HP's social presence to live on in spite of and without JK Rowling. Now, it's becoming more and more apparent that the entertainment industry is going to squeeze as much money out of the HP world as possible which will, by extension, continue to give her a platform and money with which to actively support her shitty dogma.

So. Here I am, too sad to pick up my HP books for my annual summer re-read, or start the new fic a writer I love has just posted or open the document to work on my own HP fic. Which is not at all a condemnation of folks in fandom who ARE able to keep reading and creating and loving the world while thumbing their nose at her. I just can't right now.

So I'm stepping back and blocking the tags and ignoring the show and trying to let other worlds consume me.

Anyway. That's what it meant to me. Sorry for the tiny violin moment but your ask made me sit down and confront the fact that I'm dealing with an extremely weird sort of grief I haven't ever encountered before.

[jugheadthelesbian]

Hi, it's me, I'm back. I'm here to make another request!! This is 2 out of 2 (or 3, I'm still undecided) and this one is for some good old fashioned angst 😻😻

Uh so for this one I was wondering if you could take that silly hospital stay from my hogwarts dr and use it to your advantage.. I can text you actual details abt what happened at the end of the ootp plot line that this falls into ofc bc idk how much of me yapping abt it you remember but it's basically about the whole department if mysteries fiasco.

Uh yeah if you need any extra details that aren't remembered from the aftermath of all that just lmk <3

-Alice 💥💥

hi lovely, it is finally done 💗 this is for alice specifically, but all my fred girlies can enjoy it

summary: alice sacrificed herself to save sirius in the end of the order of the phoenix and is put in a medically induced coma. here is fred’s reaction and inner thoughts during that time she’s in a coma. word count: 1760 words

warnings: this is angsty so mentions of violence, death, medically induced coma, hospitalization, and yeah read w caution i suppose

if u enjoy this please check my pinned post for sending requests!! i can also do deadpool and wolverine and acotar requests

“Where is she?” 

Fred’s voice is frantic as he shouts for the closest nurse at St. Mungo’s Hospital. As soon as he heard the news of Alice’s injury and her current condition from Ron, he apparated right away, not wasting any time with Floo powder or anything. He didn’t know exactly what had happened to Alice; he just knew that she had been injured in the battle and that he had to hurry. So, he apparated to the hospital in a rush, leaving Lee and George, who were with him at the time, without another word. 

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know who you’re trying to find?” A nurse tells him, with knitted eyebrows of concern. Fred shakes his head, unable to form the correct words, unable to say Alice’s name like it might be what causes her to die. 

A hand rests on Fred’s shoulder. “Alice. Alice Newt. She was brought in here less than an hour ago, she’s injured. Badly.” George’s calm tone as he explains grounds Fred a little bit. It doesn’t save Alice, but it makes Fred feel a little less like he will die. “We’re family.” A little white lie on George’s part, but close enough. They’re her found family after all. 

Fred’s eyes wander as the nurse talks to George. His eyes land on a bleary-eyed Capella pacing in the waiting room. “Oh good,” she says, running to Fred once she sees him. “I was trying to figure out how to get in touch with you. She kept asking for you, kept begging me to get you. She was so scared,” Her eyes mist over, biting the inside of her cheek. “Our stupid, stubborn, brave girl.” 

“What… what happened?” Fred asks her, afraid to know. Afraid to know what he feels deep down. That something terrible has happened to Alice. It’s like he could feel this tear in his chest like a piece of him is missing. He knows whatever it is, it is bad. But he also knows she’s alive, he can feel that too. Capella purses her lips together, at a loss for words to explain what is happening. She grips his hand, squeezing it. 

“She was hit with the killing curse,” Capella explains, the breath catching in Fred’s throat as he listens to her. Hot tears well in his eyes, his anxiety rising. “In the arm. They had to remove it, but she will be okay.” She continues, and a little bit of the tightening grip on Fred’s heart loosens. 

He smiles, sighing in relief. “Oh thank Merlin,” He finally lets himself breathe properly. “So can I see her?” He asks, wanting to wrap his arms around her beautiful frame and kiss her all over. He wants to hold her forever, the concept of losing her out of his mind forever. He looks back at Capella and realizes she’s still distraught. He realizes that she wouldn’t have been upset when he first saw her if Alice was okay. Fuck. “She isn’t okay, is she?”

She shakes her head, face grim. “The doctors had to put her in a medically induced coma so her arm can heal. She won’t wake up for a while,” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice, a sob wracking her body. “There’s a chance she won’t wake up ever.” She tells him and suddenly it’s like the world has ended. He can see it, him holding Alice’s hand as she dies, never telling her all the things he hasn’t told her and delivering her euology and watching her body go into the ground. Suddenly it’s like she’s already dead, even though he knows she’s still alive. 

“Please take me to her, I need to see her. Hold her hand.” The words feel foreign on his tongue, like he isn’t the one saying them. He doesn’t remember opening his mouth to talk. Capella doesn’t say anything to him, just leads him, and Lee and George trail behind them. George puts his hand on Fred’s shoulder from behind. 

The room they’re keeping Alice in is stifling, feels like the air has been sucked out of it. Capella led him to the door but stopped outside of it. “I can’t go in and look at her, I’ll let you three be alone with her. I have some work to do, but I’ll see you out when you’re done.” Done, like he’ll be able to just leave her. Leave her to wake up at any moment without anyone. Yeah, that won’t be happening. It’s clear to him that he can’t leave her once he sees the state of the room she’s in. 

It’s completely empty, save for her cot and a tiny night stand. No record player for all the muggle records he buys her, none of her posters or pictures, no dresser for her to put the sweaters she steals from him, no bookshelves for her books, no armchairs for George and Lee to sit on to talk her ear off, nothing. It is so quiet. That’s when his eyes fall on her in the bed, looking so small in the big bed. He approaches her, tears spilling from his eyes. 

“Alice…” His voice comes out pleading, like if he says her name, she will wake up and smile her beautiful smile again and she’ll say his name the way she always does, like her pretty lips were made to say his name. Will he ever hear her voice again? He sits at her feet, her hair splayed around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her entire are is gone. She looks so sick. She has always been beautiful, but now she looks wrong. She looks so fragile. He’s never seen his strong, beautiful girl looking so weak. 

She doesn’t move at all at his voice. It was foolish of him to think she might. He’s sobbing now, any fear of looking weak gone at the realization that she really and truly might not make it. He sits there, he’s not sure for how long, thinking of the life they lived together. He remembers how she was before, when he had last seen her. He’d kissed her, told her he’d see her later, knowing she might not make it.

He should’ve said more. 

He should’ve told her to stay, that they would be fine without her. But that wasn’t true, they needed her and she never would’ve just sat by and done nothing. He should’ve gone with her. He could’ve protected her. “It isn’t your fault that this happened.” George tells him, as if he read his thoughts. 

Fred doesn’t look at George, can’t pull his eyes away from Alice’s body. He holds her hand in his. “It is. I could’ve prevented this,” He whispers, voice hoarse from sobbing. “She doesn’t look like herself.” 

George chuckles, half-heartedly. “Right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without her little grumpy pout. I don’t think she’s ever been this quiet, even when she’s sleepy, she’s still talking.” He says, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Fred hates it. Fred wants him to shut up. Alice should be awake, telling George off. Kissing Fred. Telling him all about the battle. But she’s not.

And there’s a chance she won’t ever be again. 

~~~~

Fred spends the whole summer there. They move a chair into Alice’s room and he brings other stuff too. Her record player, for one, and about a dozen records. He brings her a change of clothes every day he comes in, usually one of his sweaters. He reads to her, books he thinks she would like and books he knows are her favorites. He talks to her. 

The nurses know him by name, giving him updates or talking to him about the latest Quidditch matches. They don’t talk about the war. Fred tries not to think about the war and it isn’t hard as the only thing he can think about is if Alice will be okay. Some days, Lee and George come with him. Other days, her friends are there too or Ron and Harry and Hermione. But, there isn’t a day that Fred isn’t there. He wants to be there when she wakes up. 

Today feels different as soon as he walks into the hospital. The front desk nurses smile and address him by name. He walks the familiar route to Alice’s hospital room, a book tucked to his chest. When he walks in, his heart plummets. There’s a cluster of doctors around Alice’s hospital bed. “…what’s going on?” He asks cautiously. 

“Oh, good!! Fred!” Capella smiles when she sees him, the closest one to Alice and the door. “I was wondering when you would be here.” She hands him a coffee, kissing his cheek as a greeting. “It is good to see you, angel.” 

“What’s going on right now?” He repeats, squeezing her in a hug gently. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s good!! Alice, she’s ready for them to start taking her off the medicine that’s keeping her in the coma. They’re doing it right now!” She is hopeful. Fred knew today was going to be different. He sighs in relief. 

So, over the next few days, Alice is under heavy monitoring, people watching to make sure she isn’t going to slip into a nonmedical coma. Fred sits in the corner as they watch over her. Eventually, she starts to blink away, still not fully there but able to open her eyes and blink. 

It’s two weeks later when she wakes up fully. “Where… am I?” She asks Fred, who’s the only one in the room. He gasps, throwing his arms around her gently, a muttered “baby, you’re alive” whispered into her hair. He kisses her head. She shoves him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” She pulls out her IV drip in a hurry, shoving him to the floor and standing over him, wearing nothing but his huge sweater and her hospital gown. 

“Alice…” Fred whispers, cautiously. She stands over him, ready to throw punches. He stands up. “I’m sorry baby, it’s me. It’s Fred, baby. You’re safe. Please, lay back down.” He tells her, taking a step forward. Her fight is gone and he helps her back into bed. 

She sighs into his side. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles, kissing him. 

“You scared the shit out of me, love.” He kisses her back. “Never do that again. But you’re okay and I’m okay. I love you more than anything. Now, tell me why you thought that being a fucking hero was a good idea.” 

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Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters, slight age gap (5 years))

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11

"How long has it been since we've been to one of these?" Riley breathed, a small smile on her lips, looking up at the big red sign Historic Stillwater Stampede and Round-up since 1951! "Someone was feeling nostalgic."

Tyler grinned as he just shook his head, letting her pass by him. His hand hovering over her low back as he guided them through the crowd. Once they had found some seats it was just in time for the finals for the barrel racing event, Riley's favorite. The woman glanced up at the blonde man, catching his smirk and dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap.

"Not nostalgic per say, more like trying to conjure old memories of you laughing whenever I fell off the bull." Tyler quipped and Riley chewed her inner cheek to stave off her laugh.

"You falling off a bull, I do seem to remember that happening yes, I also seem to remember it ended with you in the hospital most of the time. Me laughing at you though? No comment." Tyler's laugh ripped her eyes from the medals being given out and they moved on to the next event.

"I remember that too." Tyler nodded, his denim clad thigh pressing against hers as he shifted to let someone by them.

"I remember how scared I was, the last time. Of course, it was the one time your mom couldn't go and that dad and I could." Riley shook her head, watching the rider control over their horses in a sense of awe. Yes she had lived on a farm but she had always been to scared of the large animals as a kid to ever go near them, much to Nathan's pleasure. Not needing his kid to be a daredevil in multiple aspects. "You looked right through me at the hospital, it was terrifying."

"Hey." Tyler took a chance, gently laying his hand over hers on her knee and squeezing before pulling back, "I'm not looking through you now." His eyes bore holes into her until she was forced to meet his gaze, the contact sizzling and Riley had to be the one to break away first, not trusting herself to keep looking into his green-blue eyes.

""You took the saying a little to literally, I said chase it if you feel it, not let it-"

"Run right over you." Tyler finished, "I remember that much at least."

"If you feel it, chase it." Riley grinned to herself, it was easy, easier to talk about her dad when it was Tyler, because it wasn't sharing stories of someone long gone but reminiscing on the good times, the bad times, the downright ugly. But he understood her grief better than anyone else, she knew that deep down beneath her own issues and hurt.

"Have I ever told you about the first ever tornado I saw?" Tyler asked as the bull riding was announced and the stadium started to get prepped.

Riley had to think about it.

"I-I don't think you have. How could that have never come up?" Riley just shook her head, baffled, chancing another glance at the man beside her.

"I was eight. Driving with my aunt, sirens are going and this vortex..." Tyler lifted a hand, the flat fingers and palm gesturing in front of him, his eyes far away in the memory. "Just lowers right down in the center of the road."

"Wow, and here I though I had the title of youngest to storm chase ever." Riley chuckles, her chest light in a way she tried to burn into her brain, "But looks like you got me beat by a couple years."

"I'm pretty sure that title is still yours." Tyle chuckled, bumping his shoulder against hers. Riley looking down at her lap and tucking some curls behind her ear.

"It's yours if you want it." Riley chuckled, but Tyler saw she wasn't kidding, his eyebrows crashing together, mouth opening to say something, what he had no idea. But she was faster, "Knowing you, you were probably absolutely smitten with the natural chaos of it all, the tornado, the storm. Even at eight, I can't imagine a Tyler Owens without his love of the things people are supposed to run from. Bulls, Tornados..."

The implication clear to him and his frown deepened.

"Were you scared?" Riley breathed, eyes darting to his for a moment. Softer than he had seen all week, looking more like his Riles than ever before and it took the breath from his lungs.

"Yeah, yeah I was." Tyler just looked at her the way that made her insides feel like jelly and she cursed in her head for letting him still get to her like this. "Were you, for your first?" Tyler wanted to keep her talking, keep her warm, and soft. To hold onto the woman he had been in love with for most of his adult life

"No." Riley answered, after a moment of deliberation, "No I wasn't. I was excited, nervous, scared in the moment we rolled maybe but...scared of the storm no. Not back then. Not in the Warlock."

Tyler's shoulders tensed at the mention of the armored vehicle that had deserved retirement for more than a while at this point.

"I guess there was this certainty that nothing bad would happen as long as dad was there and as long as we were in the Warlock behind its steel walls and impenetrable shields, it settled the nerves. But uh," Riley cut herself off, realizing a couple words too late she was spilling top secret information that she had meant to keep locked away. "A Tornado Wrangler, afraid of tornados, but not of riding angry bulls. How's that work? Are you just that good of an actor, shitting bricks the entire time and I just never noticed?"

"No, I surround myself with my own steel and impenetrable shields. Settles the nerves." Lightning like energy crackled between them as Tyler used her own words and his eyes dripped in honey. It was so hard to stay mad at him when he looked at her like that. Clearing her throat, she looked back to the arena, Tyler chuckling to himself and doing the same. Shit eating grin spread across his lips as he took her in, sobering a bit and softening. Melting in the way only Riley ever seemed to draw out of him. "Bulls and Tornados are the same really. What matters is the reason you do it. You don't face your fears, you ride them."

The last bull rider jogging along the side of the arena, meeting Tyler and Riley's eyes. Swirling his hand in the air before nodding to Riley. Tyler repeating the signal and grinning at the bull rider. Riley just watched his profile, his words striking multiple chords in her soul and leaving her aching. Her brain screaming at her to move away from the territory of vulnerability.

"Ya know, looking at you, if I didn't know you have an accent, if I didn't know anything about you, I imagine someone would peg you for a California guy, like one of those California cowboys that like to drive around the small city streets with his massive truck he doesn't even use to haul anything. Just bought it for the aesthetic. And like maybe you played lacrosse in high school." Riley chuckled at Tyler's disgusted face, giggle bubbling up uncontrollably.

"How do you even know what Lacrosse is?" Tyler laughed in disbelief.

"I do pay attention to things other than storm chasing!" She chuckled, shaking her head. Curls whipping around her face.

"What? You're a lacrosse fan now?" Tyler pushed, wanting to keep this going, like it used to be, when things were good. He just wished she was better at hiding when she was actively running away from herself. From them.

Focusing back on the event currently happening Riley noticed how the wind kept picking up and the cells she had been tracking floated around in the back of her head. When a burst of leaves fell from the sky she reached out to grab a perfectly healthy, vibrantly green leaf. Thunder and a flash of lightening in the distance. Riley looking up as Tyler did.

"Have you been tracking cells out here?" Tyler asked, his once easy going smile now turned down in worry.

"A couple, but nothing set to hit till late tomorrow." Riley breathed, her skin prickled and she took a breath, "The air feels heavy. This isn't good." More thunder and lightening, the wind picked up again. Riley watching the leaves rush due south and cursing in her head as soon as the warning on everyone's phones started to go off and the sirens started to blare.

The stadium started to evacuate as the winds started to rapidly accelerate around them, Tyler's hand finding her as she got shoved. Pulling her into his side and keeping her on her feet as they made it out to the fairgrounds with all the carnival games and attractions. Riley fighting Tyler to look back, lightening flashing just long enough for her to see a massive wedge funnel on the ground moving fast. Dark, angry, and coming for blood.

"Gotta go! Go, go, go!" Riley grabbed onto Tyler's shirt as he pulled up a woman who had fallen in front of them and put her back on her feet. Lightly pushing him in front of her as they tore off in the opposite direction, Tyler's grip on her hand bruising but she didn't care, if anything it was her only grounding rod in this moment. Outside of the Warlock, about to be forced to suffer through a tornado live and in person. This was her worst nightmare, besides getting picked up in a vehicle again.

Getting to the parking lot Riley could barely keep up with Tyler's longer legs but her fear was driving her to run faster, seeing Kate heading to the office of the motel she had been staying in and apparently Kate too. After almost getting hit by people trying to flee in vehicles, which was the worst idea you could have.

"No! You have to stop!" Riley tried to get to them, as if she could.

"Riley! We can't help them! Come on!" Tyler gripped her around the waist and dragged her back. Riley's eyes locked with his before darting to Kate. Her heart in her throat, knowing those people probably weren't going to make it. As the now three got under the canopy Riley spotted a mom and daughter rushing. The mom got her daughter in the car and Riley screamed.

"Get inside! You won't make it in a car! Come on!" Tyler held open the door, Riley waiting until both Kate and the mother and daughter got inside. Feeling Tyler's hands on her back pushing her across the threshold and keep a tight grip on her waist.

"Is there a storm shelter?" Kate was spitting out at the front desk attendant who looked pissed off, most likely with the couple berating him. But now was not the time.

"Is there like a basement? Or something underground?" Tyler was pressing, pushing Riley with him as he leaned against the counter with urgency. Which the greasy brunet man didn't like one bit and found within himself to try and start a fight with Tyler, which the man ignored. All of a sudden it hit Riley.

"Oh my god Sarah, my team. Fuck, I don't know where they are Tyler-"

"They know what they're doing, we need to focus on us right now. Look we need to get underground right now. We need to get people underground right now." Tyler redirected her, looking back to the clerk, but Riley's breath started to pick up, but she had to trust Sarah and the others got the warning same as she did and would take care of themselves.

"Look, there's no tornado!" The woman who had been sitting uninterested, annoyed even, to the side piped up in the chaos. Riley wanted to slap some sense into her. "Nine times out of ten it's a false alarm."

"Yeah, well this is that one out of ten chance." Riley snapped, eyes vibrating along with her body.

"You hear that?"

"And now the powers out-"

"I can hear that and I can also knock your power out, or we can sit here arguing while a tornado is descending upon us like the fucking grim reaper! Out there is an easy EF4, which will kill us if we don't get underground. Now!" Riley was panicking, she knew it, Tyler knew it, and Kate knew it too. She tried to slow her breathing; the adrenaline surge would kill her by making her stupid before the tornado ever would. What would Dad do? Not panic for one. Fuck.

They wouldn't listen.

"We need to find shelter. Fast" Kate took off through the open office door to the side and Riley darted after her. Tyler calling her name, his teeth gritting together.

The door was ripped from Kate's hands with the slightest of pushes and Riley had to fight not to gasp. Gripping the door frame for dear life as she peaked out like Kate did.

"Do you see anything?!" Riley yelled over the wind, fighting her hair in the wind. Her eyes stinging, skin starting to tinge a pink from wind burn. Desperately looking for somewhere that wouldn't mean guaranteed death. For a state so plagued by storms they have really shit infrastructure for said storms.

"Yeah! Yeah I do!" Kate bolted back into the main office, calling the others to follow them. Tyler ushering everyone as a large piece of metallic debris crashed through the office window. Riley grabbing the woman's arm from Tyler. The blonde man sheltering Riley with his body, the last out of the office, Kate leading the pack with the mom and daughter.

Riley felt the resistance against her and so did Tyler as the annoyed woman was pulled away by her boyfriend to their truck. Riley's eyes went wide as she screamed, "NO!" Tyler's arms went around her waist and put her on her feet again shoving her forward as she fought him, "No Tyler! They're going to get-"

"We have to go Riley!" He snapped pushing her through the gate Kate held open, the empty motel pool their welcome sight. Riley helping the girl down to her mother as she shook, Tyler pushing her down the ladder next. Kate was still up there and looking at something, Riley backed up, eventually seeing what Kate saw and her hands balled up at her sides seeing the blue truck go flying, Tyler stopping Kate from doing what she almost did earlier.

All she could see was her dad's truck, flashes of bright light, the roar of the wind.

"Mommy!"

"Daddy!"

Riley forced down the bile in her throat and scrambled over to the mother and daughter, ushering them to the pipes to the filtration system that's rooted far enough to keep them on the ground. Hopefully.

"You have to stay low! Cover her head and eyes!" Riley instructed, pushing the mom and little girl into the corner. "Hold onto the pipe as tight as you can! Don't let go no matter what! It's gonna be okay!" Riley looked up the sky and saw Kate drop into the pool with Tyler and the desk attendant from the motel. "Tyler!" Riley held out her hand, shaking, lungs refusing to fully expand.

Jolting back when a vending machine crashed down into the pool, right in front of the desk clerk. Tyler so close to her she could touch him. Her fingers digging into his flannel at his shoulder.

"Tyler!" She tried to pull him but he gripped her hand and squeezed it fiercely.

"I'll be right back!"

"NO! Tyler!" Riley tries to dart forward but Kate sees her and grabs her by the belt loops, pulling her back into the woman's chest. "Let me go! Tyler!"

"Stay there!" The man called as he crawled on his stomach towards the lone clerk. Tyler got him out from behind the vending machine, but he wouldn't stay down low. Too much air got under him and slipped through Tyler's fingers. Sliding back to the shallow end of the pool, Tyler having to go that much further away from safety at the pipes to get to the stupid, panicking man. Even though Riley wasn't much better. The man was pulled up with an updraft and his body contorted sickeningly as he was pulled into the vortex. Riley gripping onto Kate's arms with a death grip, her tears mixing with the rain that had started to fall and soak her skin.

The storm was right there. And it was angry. Pissed off to the extreme. Enough to send a truck flying out of the ether and fling it right at Tyler. It was that moment that Riley broke free from Kate's grip and rushed out, holding out her hand to Tyler and staying on her stomach. Screaming his name as the truck was pushed further and further, threatening to fall over on its side and crush the man underneath that Riley cared a great deal about. Riley met him and with a strength she didn't know she possessed pulled Tyler with her to safety as the wind worked against them.

He was slipping though, the closer they got to the pipes. Every second felt like an hour.

"You gotta let go!" Tyler screamed, "It will take both of us!"

"Then it takes both of us! You go I go!" Riley screamed as she pulled one more mighty pull, every muscle in her arms straining as she got Tyler to the pipes. Just as the truck fell over, the edge got caught on the lip of the pool. Tyler jolted forward as metal creaked and wind streaked past them. Wrapping himself around Riley and plastering them both to the pipes. Riley's hand finding Kate's belt loops, as if that would keep her anchored against the mom and daughter.

The older woman telling her daughter over and over that it would be okay, that she had her. It was ticking every blaring red box in Riley's mind and she felt like she couldn't breathe. But Tyler's weight against her back was the only piece of light in her mind. The sound of Kate's cries and grunts as she struggled to hold on.

And then it was over. And once the roar of the wind died down and the roar left her ears it was like Riley could breathe again. Without the wind stealing it from her.

"Tyler? Ty?" Her voice croaked, hands quickly finding his knee and then elbow as his arm fell around her shoulders and across her chest.

"I'm here. I'm here. You're okay. You're okay." Riley let his words wash over her like the tide, unsure if his words were for her or for him. But she couldn't really be bothered to care. He was here. He was okay. Riley's eyes cut over to Kate and the mom and daughter. Eyes swimming with non-storm related water.

"Everyone- Everyone okay?" Riley shakily asked, eyes darting like a addict looking for their next fix, the adrenaline hitting her hard and making her head spin.

"Yeah, yeah." Kate breathed, her nails digging into Riley's hand, when they had clutched tight to the other like that Riley didn't know but was appreciative of one more warm living touch on her drenched skin.

"It's over," The mom cheered quietly, sagging in relief against her small daughter. Pulling the child into her chest more. "It's over."

Riley knew this was just the beginning.

"Oh god. Sarah." Riley breathed, Tyler slowly getting to his feet, setting Riley on hers his hands never leaving her for a second. And she didn't want them to. Needing reassurance that this wasn't some hallucination, and she was crying for a dead body to come back to life again.

"We'll find her." Tyler's rough voice promised, but a lead weight had settled in Riley's chest as they slowly followed Kate, venturing out into the aftermath.

~~*~~

[lunarhobbits]

misc sweeney hcs

(disclaimer. i am new-ish here and have no idea how popular/prevalent any of these are go easy on me ok. also a lot of these are dadben related wh o o p s)

i've seen some variance of if this is canon in fics and stuff but i really do like the idea of the barkers also living above the pie shop in addition to the barbershop being there. similar situation w the pie shop/lovett living quarters. ig it's just easier to picture in my head then????

(p sure the b*rton film confirms smth like this but i'm ignoring it bc i don't like that guy. this idea is mine now)

part of the reason i like this so much is it means that benjamin barker had all the more time to have lovely moments with lucy and johanna when he wasn't busy with clients

(this also makes sweeney returning there without them all the more painful. if he sits and doesn't do anything then he's flooded by memories of the life he had in those same walls fifteen years ago. like no wonder sweeney's so bent out of shape by being forced to wait for the judge and the beadle to come to him)

johanna had only JUST started walking when ben was transported. he was so excited and happy and loved to try and assist her, encouraging her to take steps holding his hands. chattering away about her with any customer that would listen, perhaps even showing her off ("look at my jo! she's such a fine girl!" "i'm sure she is, mr. barker, but could you please finish shaving me?")

he bought johanna a little lacy bonnet when she was a week old. she didn't need something so fancy at such a young age, and lucy had already sewn her a few bonnets months prior. it wasn't the most sound financial decision he ever made. but oh, his girl just had to have it, and it's a little big, she could grow into it! (lucy admits she looks very cute with it on, even though she says johanna doesn't need it)

(the bonnet is left forgotten in a drawer somewhere for years, until sweeney opens that particular drawer and finds it gathering dust upon his return. he feels sick seeing it, reminding him again how much he missed. then he puts it back and refuses to give it any mind.)

nellie lovett was infuriated by lucy barker in that way that you can't quite pinpoint why you're mad other than they're "too perfect" or "too pretty" or something. ofc there was the fact she was married to ben, but i think there was a little "get out of my school" energy going on there too

idk exactly how lucy ended up on the street (or in bedlam, as lovett says in the finale) but i do think that nellie was, sadly, at least complicit in inaction to stop this from happening (if not having thrown her out herself)

anthony is the sweetest dude around and genuinely loves johanna. doesn't matter that he barely knows her when he says he'd marry her, he knows that he's going to be happy as long as she is

johanna loves him too, and she's surprised by it. not because of anything to do with anthony, but because she's felt so little real love in her life (that she can remember). it's a wonderful and frightening rush looking at him, sometimes, but then he squeezes her hand, or does something silly, or even just sneezes or clears his throat and she's brought back down to reality, in a good way. that anthony is real, and human like her. she doesn't have to "earn" his love by being utterly perfect.

they get out of london basically as soon as they can, just wanting to leave it all behind, at least for a while

it took a little time and arguing but anthony did end up getting a good sum of money from the judge's death, through johanna's inheritance going to her husband (him). they immediately used this money to finance travel. they both love to travel, anthony promising to show her the beauty of the world that, still, cannot rival her in his eyes

this is all i got that's coherent rn really lol. anyway here you go sweeney todd fans who liked/reblogged my post haha @demonbarberofbeepbeep @captains-clever-goose @little-lovett @fabulousairpirate @funnygirlthatbelle

[tumbleweeddesktop]

About Hanahaki Rudy

//Shitty writing coming through. I have no idea what im doing//

So Rudy loved Ale definitely since he knew he was gay. (I'm not putting him through too much on this) Hanahaki doesn't occure until one acknowledges that they are in love with the intended person here, so Rudy only experienced normal coughing and the check up left him with normal diagnosis and meds

Rudy only realized he loved Ale after they got out on escapades to bars as they got more freedom over time in the forces. Rudy was unable to process anything as Ale flirted right and left, It happened enough that finally, after enough outing. Rudy coughed up seeds.

And the more and more he sees Ale flirt and goes somewhere outside with a different person, the more it escalates. The seed turned to leaves and stems. By then he knew that it was hanahaki, clear enough for who these feelings were.

But he denies it, tries to drown it out with trying to achieve his best and just keep up with Alejandro in the force. Standing by his side was enough, he wouldn't ask for more.

He coughed up the first petals on the first day of autumn, when they got a temporary leave after a mission and Ale decided to visit a relative. A red, fan shaped petal landed on his palm after Ale's car was right out of view. Separation makes the heart grow fonder.

He hates that it's right.

A soldier with hanahaki is not uncommon, but they were given 2 choices. Confess or operation. And honestly Rudy would opt the first. Loving Ale for so long and being lifted of it- he wouldn't know how to survive.

If only he knew how to face the man so that so freely allowed

So of course he keeps it a secret.

Trying to hold back the coughs and chokes in public. He'd gotten quite well at controlling his breathing so that no one noticed his lack of chatter, well, not less than usual that is.

Alejandro ofc knew that something was wrong with him, but Rudy wasn't ready to confess, he doubts he'll ever be. So he chalked it up to just nostalgia washing over him for a bit. Ale didn't believe him but he knows that it'll take some time for Rudy to be honest with something so he left it for another day.

His first full flower was when Ale got his promotion as colonel

A red poppy.

Ah, he loved enough to die apparently.

With a smile, Rudy accepted his feelings. At the same time he realized that he quite liked oak coffins.

Rodolfo Parra loves slowly, it takes years but once he does it's strong.

The red poppies decorated the corners of his room. At first just one or two; overtime he coughed up enough to fill a bowl. Along with his breath shortening day by day, the flowers are clogging up his airways slowly but surely, ready to cut it off completely. He hopes that it's in his sleep.

Then the house burned.

The smoke didn't make it easier for him to breathe. Suffocating from the outside and inside, Rodolfo Parra accepted that it was his last night on earth. His comm blared, Alejandro of course, worried and panicked but Rudy's voice was calm and collected as much as he could bring it to. Telling his colonel to chase after Hassan, aware of the implications but Rudy ignored it.

He won't have to stuff red poppies in his pocket the next morning, filling a bowl with fresh water to keep them alive despite them being a reminder that he's a day closer to death. He loved Ale, and even if the flowers were a painful reminder he loved them too.

Fate had other plans.

He lived. Opening his eyes to a morning he never thought he'd see again. His colonel by his side holding his hand.

Rudy didn't like the hope he felt so he didn't return the light squeeze. Merely hoping his attempt at a smile was successful in reassuring the other.

"Hanahaki?"

Rudy nodded.

"To who? Tell me, Rudy, to who?"

"It doesn't matter. It'll be better if they never know, I'm content with this."

And before Ale responded, he cuts in again.

"When is the surgery?"

//whew this turned out longer than I thought//

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Uljima

Pairing: Niki x Jungwon x Reader

Lee: Reader

Switch: Jungwon

Ler: Niki

Genre: Fluff, Enhypen Fluff, Sweet Home, Cheer Up Ts, Zombies, Friends, Niki Fluff, Jungwon Fluff, Enhypen Tickle, Niki Tickle, Jungwon Tickle

A/n : So I had a sleepover at my friends house last night as I'm writing this and we watched Sweet Home until 1am and I had the idea to write a Fic about it. It did not happen like this but I liked the idea, so I hope you like it too.♡

You were at a sleepover at your friends house. Jungwon and Niki invited you and you first went to the movie theatre together and now you were sitting there in Nikis gigantic room where you were sitting on the big grey, comfy sofa. You sat between them and you were actually tired and freaking scared since it was 0am and you three watched the K-Drama 'Sweet Home', a Zombie Drama. It was soo good but the Zombies were so damn scary and even the characters were so scary since they all had this nose bleeding. It was so disgusting but you loved this Drama.

The two boys next to you were pretty calm and watched it in peace while you flinched whenever there was a Zombie on the screen. Then this disgusting spider-human-zombie came on the screen again and you flinched again and let out a little scream. You hated this creature since you feared spiders like nothing else and this zombie was all bloody. So it wasn't you favourite look of a zombie, if there would have been one. Both boys looked at you and Niki smirked and shook his head, laughing at your cuteness.

Jungwon looked at you and he looked at you shivering and eyes widened. He wanted to calm you down a bit since you were THAT scared. So he just poked your side, not expecting much. He better had expected more. You screamed and fell on Nikis lap, not laughing but screaming in fear. Jungwon looked so damn sorry and his eyes grew so big as you screamed. Niki hugged you and rubbed your arm to calm you down and you slowly carched your breathe.

Jungwon felt so bad for scaring you that hard and apologized thousand times. "Oh my god Honey I'm so sorry!!! I'm being honest, I apologize, I'm so damn sorry! I didn't want to scare you that much! I didn't even want ro scare you!!! Omg I apologize I apologize I am so fucking sorry!!!!" Niki helped you to stand up and you told Jungwon that it was okay since he didn't want to do this but Niki was in soft Ler mood and he did not agree 100% with you.

So he sat next to Jungwon and randomly hugged him. The drama continued but nobody minded it since Jungwon was starting to feel uncomfortable because Nikis Fingers lightly ran up and down his tighs. "Niki watcha think you're doing?" he asked. "Ohh what do you think Hyung? I think you know it. We both know you need at least a tiny punishment for scaring poor Y/nah to death. Then he started squeezing Jungwons thighs softly and the older one started laughing and giggling and trashing around in the youngers strong arms. "Yahahah Nahahah Nihihihikihiihih Nahahaha" he tried to stop Niki by grabbing his wrists and pushing him away but ofc it did not work and he was helpless hugged and tickled by Niki. Luckily Niki was a gentle Ler today. So he just wanted to lift the mood and make his friends happy and not tickle them to death. He does this often enough.

So he let go of Jungwon soon and the two continued watching the Drama while you lied down on your bed, turning your body away from the screen so you only heard the scary sounds.

A/n: I personally don't think this Drama is THAT scary but I thought it would be a fun Idea, so let's continue...

The boys soon saw you, shivering and not looking happy at all so they decided to cheer you up a bit. The turned off the TV and sat next to you on your bed. Niki on the right, Jungwon on your left.

You were not only shivering because of the drama, it was not THAT scary. Okay it was scary but not that extremely. The last days, weeks, months you were extremely stressed and you had many exams and stress because of school. You were also a bit depressed again since some guys from school were stressing you again and your teachers were awful too. You did not get enough sleep either. All this was just too much for you.

"Heyy Y/n are you okay?" Jungwon asked and sounded a bit worried. He sat next to you and pulled you near to him and hugged you tight. Niki joined and stroke your head. "Please tell us, u know that we're always there for you, right?" Those comfy words made you cry. You let out all of the stuck feelings of the last days, weeks, months. You cried your eyes out and the boys just sat there, hugged you and were there for you like they always were. "Nohoho nohothing is okahahay" You cried and Jungwon asked gently: "Do you want to tell us?". Niki signed him that you first should catch your breathe and they were holding you as long as you were crying and longer.

"I'm sorry it was too much these days..." You said quietly and tears started rolling down your cheeks again. "Ohh c'mon don't cry again! Uljima Jagi" Niki said and as you did not stopped, he gently stroke your sides with his fingers. Jungwon guessed the sign right and did the same at the other side. You flinched but it didn't help at all since they were on both of your sides. You did not stopp crying but you let out a few tiny giggles. "Nahaha stahahap" Jungwon seemed happier. "There they are! Your sweet adorable giggles. Stop crying please and let me hear more of these~" He said and chuckled since you blushed softly.

Niki nodded and as you did not stopped he started to spider your side and tummy and Jungwon did the same. You shrieked and giggled more, your tears finally stopped. "Nahahha staahahahahp pleahahahase I dahahahn't crahahay ahahanymohohore" You tried to remind them but they just didn't mind and continued tickling you softly. You were trashing around a bit but since they were everywhere you realized that you won't be successfull escaping them and stopped and just took it.

They continued and sometimes Niki poke a few of your ribs or Jungwon was blewing in your neck to earn some extra giggles but they did not wanted to tickle you to death so they just did it to cheer you up a bit and calm you down. After like ten minutes they stopped and you rolled yourself into a small ball of yourself.

"Thahank you guhuys I think I neheded thahat" You said quietly and thankfully and they smiled and hugged you again. "Do you want to tell us now?" Jungwon asked carefully but you weren't in the mood to cry again so you just nodded and cuddled then softly. "I am just so exhausted of being stressed all day by exams, study sessions, teachers, friends, parents... It's like everyone and everything wants to stress me now. I wrote so many exams the last weeks and I had no afternoon without studying at least an hour. And I have not slept well for a month or longer now." You explained. They listened to you and you felt like being understood.

And they did understand you since they often felt the same way as you. "Oh we didn't know! But thank you for telling us! If you want us to, we can cheer you up more often, just tell us" Jungwon told you and at first you thought that he was joking but after you looked at him you saw that he was completely serious. " Yeah he's right." Niki agreed and you smiled thankfully. You knew you would never tell them you're a Lee but you were so thankful having such great friends. "And now let us help you to sleep good" Jongwon layed down and pulled you with him. Niki also layed down and you three were cuddling all night until you all fell asleep and to the next morning and longer.

A/n: Okay so this ff took me two nights, I hope you enjoyed it! I'm really trying my best to write good fics. Thank you guys 🫶🏻

[sunnyie-eve]

8 | An Accessory

Series: The Benefits 

Paring: Coriolanus Snow x OFC Plinth!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: implied sex, mention of death

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That question kept Aurelia up at night. The rest of the party was a success, and Coriolanus did everything right being the boy she once knew. A sudden knocking at her apartment front door startled her since it was super late at night. Getting up going to see was on the other side she was surprised to see Coriolanus standing there.

When she opened the door, revealing a disheveled Coriolanus, his blazer was discarded and still in the dress shirt he wore to the wedding shower/ birthday party with a few extra buttons loose, "Have you been drinking?" He stumbled past her to sprawl out on the couch.

Coriolanus pinched his thumb and pointer finger close together in response to her question "Be honest, do you really want to marry me?" Coriolanus's tone was soft and gentle.

Aurelia slowly made her way closer to the couch, "I don't know anymore... It used to be a yes then a no after the truth, but now... You confuse me Coriolanus. You're hardly the boy I knew and fell for. Most of the time you're the cold emotionless person, but will flip like a switch at times with me."

"I love you and I'm sorry."

"You're drunk." She sits in front of him on the carpet.

"So? I know I love you and I'm sorry for taking your brother way. I wasn't trying to get Sejanus killed on purpose, just in enough trouble to decenter myself from the situation. I cried after it happened wishing he had a different fate. I didn't really like him most of the time due our differences, but I also didn't wish harm to come to him. He was my only true friend I had other than you. He was your brother and I knew how much he meant to you so I became his friend. I remember when your family first moved here you told Sejanus who needs friends because we have each other. And you hated seeing others bully him." Coriolanus stumbled through his sentences.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Getting up from the floor to walk to the kitchen, Coriolanus took her hand in his to stop her.

"Don't leave. Just tell me you believe me. Please, I'm being vulnerable to you right now." He cries getting upset as he pours his heart out to her.

It's true, he's ever cried like this in front of her, "You said to never lie to each other once we got together so I believe you." She squeezes his hand, "I love you too Coryo." He slides off the couch to pull her onto his lap to place his lips onto hers and smiles into the kiss as she kisses him back.

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Aurelia sat in a room by herself, in a wedding dress. This morning she was made to be woken up early seeing Coriolanus wasn't there anymore. For the past couple of days she oddly loved it when she would wake up with his arms wrapped around her, it made her feel something she hadn't in a very long time.

She was forced into a bright room with many cosmetic items around, they did her makeup and hair before putting her in a huge white dress with red detailing. Then they left and she was made to sit there until she was ordered otherwise, which she assumed would be soon, she would be correct.

"Look how beautiful you are. Honey, look at our little girl." Ma enters the room.

"Thank you, Ma." Aurelia hugs her mother then father.

"Are you ready?" Her father puts his arm out for her so she takes it while Ma leaves to go take a seat letting everyone know it's time.

As she walked out of the room and onto the long red carpet-lined aisle, she immediately regretted that thought. Her face was bombarded with camera flashes as she walked towards Coriolanus. He was standing with a small red rose in his hand to match the one he was wearing and as she approached he stepped forward ever slightly.

"For you my love," He whispered to her before placing the rose behind her ear.

He found her to be the most beautiful person he has and ever will lay eyes on for the rest of his life, standing there in white, his color, she was his. He smiled down at her and she flashed her unremovable grin at him. He took both her hands in his, stepping back, and staring into her eyes intently.

The officiant stepped up as more photos were taken he started by explaining what this wedding meant, a unity between the Capitol and the districts, a peace. They went on to say their vows, Coriolanus ever so charming, and her quite nervous, he made sure that wouldn't be the case though, as his warm, comforting gaze fell over her. They exchanged rings, both being white silver, his with red inlaying, and hers with a lovely bright red ruby in the middle. Soon she was in Coriolanus' arms being kissed by him, a deep loving one, one full of promises one that assured her that he would never leave, til' death do they part. They pulled apart the whole crowd screaming and then there she was, Mrs. Snow.

Coriolanus was quick to pull her away from all the excited reporters outside, and into a small room, "Why do cameras' flashes have to be so bright?" He laughs as she leaned against the wall, "Are you okay?" He asks worried about her.

"Yeah, don't worry. You just know I hate all the cameras." She gives him a tiny smile so he walks over picking her up to place her to sit on the table next to them.

"I know, at least you aren't ugly." He smiles making her laugh.

Soon they would be taken by their stylists stripped out of their more extravagant clothes and put into some toned-down clothes, still nice, but not too nice. When she walked out and saw Coriolanus he looked stunned as he stared at her, "What is it bad?" She'd asked him and he just chuckled before grabbing her hand and leading her to a huge dining hall for their dinner with all the important Capitol people she did not know the names of.

Over the whole extent of the dinner she sat next to Coriolanus, his hand on her thigh protectively, he spoke to various people many congratulating the both of them and also many talking to him about seemingly important things.

As the night went on she hated seeing how everyone treated her like an accessory an animal, Snow's girl. Whenever someone would talk to her it was just about Coriolanus, when are they gonna try for kids, the Capitol was lucky to have the two famous families get together.

As Aurelia sat there staring at her hands in her lap and she didn't notice Coriolanus trying to get her attention. "My love? Are you okay?" His voice was gentler than usual, concern seeping in as he placed a hand on her face, turning her to look at him. She came out of her thoughts when he did this smiling up at him, silent. "Sweetheart?"

"I'm done for the night. I'm ready to go home." She stared up into his icy eyes, he was standing above her and when she looked around there were very few people left, was she really out of it for that long? He dropped his hand from her face before taking her hand and helping her up.

"Let's home," He said to her dragging her by the hand out of the room in quick strides as they exited the building.

Soon they ended up back in their home, entering through the door Aurelia just stared at the room picturing her future with kids, who Coriolanus would spoil, seeing herself as this perfect wife and mother. Being an accessory for him. If he was to ever become President, she knew she would have to make a whole persona to fit in. Give in and finally be Capitol. Aurelia was now going to be the the main rose for Coriolanus.

"What's wrong love? You look bothered."

"My future is already set and planned out for me by everyone else since I'm married to you know. It was so obvious talking to people tonight. No one sees me as my own person with choices, but as if you own me." She walks towards their room.

"I don't own you. Just like me you are very stubborn." He follows her, "When I say your mine, I don't mean it like that."

"I don't care what you say or think about me! I care about them, Coriolanus!" She snaps, "Someone said you won both Plinth Prizes to me tonight. I'm not a prize."

"I understand you don't want people to see you in that way so you have to prove to them you're not. You're gonna rule your way to the very top with me. You're gonna idolize you one day trust me. We'll work together and get that." He walks up to her rubbing her shoulders, "Imagine the power we'll have together." He smiles running his hands down her arms, "Also you are no where near being a prize," He leans down placing a kiss on her lips, "You're so much more important and better than that." His lips move to her exposed neck.

"I hate you." Aurelia giggles grabbing his face to pull him in for a kiss, "Now prove to me how much you love your wife, Mr. Snow." She bites her bottom lip.

The look in her eyes drove him crazy. He crashed his lips onto her. It was forceful, ensuring she couldn't turn away. His tongue was already in her mouth before she could even register it. Coriolanus was in bliss. Her lips were soft, molding perfectly to his. She moaned into his mouth, and it made his body heat up all the same. Coriolanus couldn't get enough of her.

They didn't break their kiss once while undressing each other. Aurelia's mind was so foggy and runny a muck she had no control over her body. When he finally detached his lips from hers, the both of them panting, Coriolanus wrapped an arm around Aurelia's bare waist tossing them onto the bed.

A prideful smirk overtook Coriolanus's face. He moved getting a hold of her wrists in one hand, dragging them down over her belly, and placed himself between her legs, "Mrs. Snow, you have no idea how much I've been waiting for this."

"Then don't disappoint me."

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Only the Strong Survive Ch. 6

Series Summary: Lexie Weston is in a terrible, abusive marriage. In her mind and soul, she feels like she has no way out that won't result in her death. But something changes in her life to make her take the risk. Can she rely on Sheriff Beau Arlen to protect her like he said he would, or will this risk lead to ruin?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x OFC (eventual)

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut, Angst, Fluff throughout. A pretty slow burn, TW: Abusive marriage, Domestic abuse will be talked about throughout. Chapter warnings will be more specific

Word Count: 3,348

Chapter Summary: Y/N is starting to realize some exciting and scary truths.

Chapter Warnings: Not many in this chapter. Brief mentions of abusive relationships, and hard times.

A/N: So, this next chapter took almost an entire year to get out to those of you who've been enjoying this series. I apologize profusely, and can only blame it on my cruel muses, who stalled this story in my brain. But I'm very grateful to those of you who said kind things about the story and said you were looking forward to the rest. It's encouraging to have people say they want to hear more. (In a friendly, kind way, of course.) So thank you, and I don't think the next chapter will take another whole year. (Like six months, tops. 😜 JK! JK!)

Hope you enjoy Ch. 6!

P.S. This song features in the chapter - To Make You Feel My Love and I've linked the version I was imagining here. (Minus the cheering crowd, and with a singer I love EVEN more than Garth Brooks.)

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Lexi stood in front of the full length mirror and shook her head at her reflection for the dozenth time that day. She felt ridiculous.

“Ooh, you look so cute!”

Cicely Travis was beaming as she came up behind Lexi to squeeze her shoulders. The young, tall, brash, and outspoken woman had become a good friend to Lexi in the months that she’d been staying at Haven House. She was a decade younger than Lexi, but seemed to have lived four lifetimes in her mere quarter century of life. 

The women had shared some of their hardships with each other, but certainly not all, so Lexi only knew that Cicely had run away from home at thirteen to get away from her mom’s boyfriend, and that she’d spent some of the years since as a sex worker. It was one of the things she’d told Lexi right away. 

“I was a hooker and a stripper.” Cicely had told her out of the blue on only their second meeting. When Lexi had just blinked at her for a moment, Cicely had explained. “I’m not any more, but I like to tell people that right off, so that there’s no misunderstandings or issues down the road. I did what I did, and I’m not ashamed, so, if that’s gonna stop you being a friend, then I wanna know that now. You know, save us both time.”

Lexi had just shaken her head and shrugged. “I don’t care.” She’d said honestly. “We all survive and exist the best we can. Sucks being a woman sometimes.”

Cicely had snorted. “Damn right, sister.”

Since then the women had bonded over some shared hardships and the general shittiness of most of the men they’d known. Cicely had also been there for her as Lexi had proceeded through four more court dates over the last two months.

She hadn’t been asked to speak again, thank god, but the judge insisted on all her written and recorded accounts being read into the record. So four times she’d had to sit in the courtroom and listen to Marsha read out her words describing the abuse, or else listen to her own timid voice coming through a tinny recording as she recounted years worth of trauma. 

And every time, after getting a ride home from Beau complete with his encouragement that everything was going to work out, she went to Cicely’s room to commiserate about the day and to admit just how scared she was. She never wanted to admit her fears to Beau because she didn’t want to burden him more than she already had. But also, she didn't want him to think she was just this scared, trembling thing. 

He’d called her a warrior, and she wanted him to keep believing that.

But Cicely would listen, and then trash Simon and the judge and Simon’s lawyer endlessly. It felt very therapeutic to Lexi, and Cicely often made her laugh with her slightly crude, but always hilarious sense of humor. 

She was the perfect kind of friend for Lexi; someone non-judgmental, who was so brash and loud, and talkative, that it became impossible for Lexi to stay quiet and shy. Cicely just pulled her along in the conversation no matter what.

Now the younger woman smoothed down the back of the blue polyester robe that Lexi wore, before stepping in front of her to beam at her. 

“This is so stupid.” Lexi said for the hundredth time that day. “I look like the world’s oldest high school graduate.” She rolled her eyes.

Cicely shook her head. “Nah, don’t be silly.” She pulled the graduation robe tight across Lexi’s baby bump. “You look more like a knocked up teenager.”

Lexi couldn’t help snorting out a laugh. She slapped Cicely’s hands away and let the gown fall back loose.

“Seriously,” Lexi continued, “I can’t believe they're putting on this whole thing. It feels like a bit much for passing a GED test.”

As she finished and before Cicely could respond she looked into the mirror and saw Beau and Jenny saunter into the tent.

“Oh my god!” Lexi cried as she spun around to face them. “What are you doing here?”

They both smiled and Jenny gave her a hug. “We’re here to celebrate you graduating, of course.” She answered as she stepped back beside Beau.

Lexi felt her cheeks go crimson. “Oh, for pete’s sake, I’m not graduating.” She shook her head. “I passed a test.”

“Lexi, this is a big deal. You should be proud of your accomplishments.” Beau argued while Jenny nodded.

Cicely gently bumped Lexi in the shoulder with her own. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her all day. We deserve to be celebrated!” She turned her head towards Lexi. “You listen to this beautiful man when he tells you things. He’s obviously very wise.”

Beau gave a mock bow. “Thank you, thank you.” He turned to Jenny and tapped a finger against his temple. “See, what have I been telling you? Wisdom.”

Jenny rolled her eyes and continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “Seriously, Lexi, this is definitely worth celebrating. And to that end, the station is hosting a little graduation party for everyone this evening. Six o’clock, at Beau’s trailer. The land is beautiful, and there will be a huge bonfire to ward off the chill, and amazing BBQ and drinks.” She smiled at Lexi. “And sparkling cider for those of us who can’t partake.”

Beau looked at Lexi, understanding in his gaze as he obviously caught the trepidation in her expression. “There will also be more than a dozen cops there, so you’ll all be very safe.”

Lexi was amazed sometimes how easily Beau understood her. He seemed to read her mind at times, and he always knew just what to say to make her feel better, or feel safe. It made her happy and nervous at the same time. She could feel the way her heart was responding to him, could feel the way her body responded to him too. 

When he was close to her, she always wanted to lean in to him, always wanted his arms around her. She remembered the way it had felt to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, and now when she looked at him, she was uncomfortably aware of his mouth and how she'd been mere inches away from feeling his lips under hers.

At one of her most recent doctor’s appointments, the doctor had informed her that many women notice an increased libido during the second trimester, and warned her to make sure if she had sex to use a condom as being pregnant didn’t stop her from getting an STI.

Lexi had blushed, but told the doctor there was no chance of that. But she was blaming the increased libido for why her heart raced, and butterflies flew wildly in her belly every time Beau was near. 

She didn’t know very much about sex outside of her marriage. She’d slept with three guys before Simon, and none of them had been exactly earth shattering. Of course, sex with Simon had started out as nothing special and turned into a nightmare. Thankfully in the last few years of their marriage, he hadn’t been much interested in her, and he had very little ability to get it up, so she’d at least been granted that small mercy.

So, this was the first time she’d ever felt this kind of strong attraction to someone. It was slightly overwhelming, so she was definitely blaming it on the hormones racing through her blood while also trying desperately to ignore it altogether.

Jenny gave them final details about the after party and then she and Beau hugged Lexi and Cicely quickly before going to take their place in the high school gym that was hosting their small graduation ceremony. 

After they were gone, Cicely whistled slowly. “Je-sus CHRIST, that man is fine!”

Lexi choked slightly on her laughter. “Cicely!”

The other woman gave her a look. “You telling me you don’t think so?”

Lexi shrugged. “That’s not the point. He’s our friend. He’s been very kind to me.”

Cicely frowned at her. “So? That makes him LESS attractive?”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “I just mean, I don’t wanna talk about him like that.”

Cicely snorted. “There’s nothing wrong with appreciating beauty where you see it. I’m telling you, if I thought I had a chance in hell of pulling him away, I would be all OVER that man.”

Lexi felt her heart plummet. “Pull him away? I thought…” She cleared her throat. “I thought he was divorced. I didn’t realize he was with someone.”

Cicely looked at her like she was nuts. “You can not possibly be that obtuse.”

Lexi frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Cicely rolled her eyes. “What am I…? Girl, that man is so far gone for you it’s almost pathetic.”

Lexi’s eyes grew huge. “What are you talking about? Are you crazy? He’s not interested in me like that. He’s just a kind person. He’s a friend.”

Cicely gave her a deadpan stare and Lexi waved at her dismissively. “You’re crazy.” She said again.

Her friend shook her head. “Lexi, seriously. Beau is kind and friendly to me. He’s kind and friendly to his co-workers, to Sarah, to the other women here. But it’s not the same. When he looks at you, his face gets all…gooey.”

Lexi snorted out a laugh. “Gooey? Beau Arlen is not gooey about me.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Sarah poked her head into the room. “Okay, ladies - showtime! Everyone out in the hall to line up.”

Lexi smoothed down her gown and moved towards the door, but Cicely held her back a moment. “Okay, just pay attention tonight, at the Barbeque. If you pay attention, I know you’ll see it. And I say when you see it, baby, jump on it.”

Lexi shook her head and followed Cicely out the door. Her friend was wrong, imagining things. She knew it. Beau didn’t think of her as anything but a friend and someone he was trying to keep safe. 

That was all…right?

***

The women and their children were shuttled over from the high school to Beau’s in a rented school bus, and when they all arrived - the party started.

Beau’s land was very beautiful, Lexi thought. It was situated in a valley with a stunning view of the mountains all around. When they arrived around six o’clock, the mid-March sun was already sinking in the west, being swallowed up by the peaks in the distance. It was a perfect night, though, slightly warmer than usual, with no wind, and a huge bonfire to throw off plenty of heat.

The kids all immediately started a game of tag in the field, and left their moms to chat and mingle with each other, the deputies, and the Haven House staff in attendance. The atmosphere was jovial and celebratory, and despite herself, Lexi began to feel excited and proud. 

Not long after her arrival, she met Beau at the grill. He was laughing and joking with everyone, proclaiming he was king of the grill. As she watched him tease Deputy Poppernak, she shook her head at Cicely. She was crazy, Beau was this way with everyone. 

But then he spotted her standing in the crowd and his face did…change. She didn’t know that she’d call it gooey. But his eyes definitely lit up, and he left his precious grill to come up and give her a hug.

“Lexi, you looked so great up on that stage! Congratulations!”

She hugged him back, closing her eyes and trying to get Cicely’s words out of her head while also trying to ignore the way Beau’s strong arms felt locked around her. She inhaled his cologne and the butterflies were back. He pulled out of the embrace and she smiled at the ground.

“Thanks, it was a really nice ceremony.”

“Congratulations.” Said a voice from behind her and Lexi turned to see a teenage girl walking up to stand beside Beau. “How hot are those polyester robes? I want to dress accordingly when I graduate next year.”

Beau chuckled. “Lexi, this is my daughter, Emily. Em, this is Lexi Weston.”

Lexi shook her head as she took Emily’s outstretched hand. “It’s Howard again, actually.” She looked at Beau. “Marsha is helping me with the paperwork to change back to my maiden name.”

He nodded and smiled softly. “That’s great.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Howard.” Emily said politely.

“No, please, it’s really just Lexi. And it’s so nice to meet you too. You know your dad talks about you all the time.”

“Oh my god, how boring for you.” Emily said with a pained smile and an elbow to her dad’s ribs.

Lexi laughed lightly. “No, I like his Emily stories, he’s helping me prepare.” She explained with a hand on her baby bump. In the last couple of weeks it had become an honest to goodness bump, obvious unless she was wearing something flowy. The t-shirt she and leggings she wore now did nothing to conceal it. 

“Oh, good.” Emily said with a grin. “I love when he tells baby stories about me. It’s not embarrassing at all.”

Lexi laughed, and Emily reached up to kiss her dad’s cheek. “I’m gonna go organize the kids into lines to make s’mores.” She looked back at Lexi. “Congrats again.”

She bounded away and started the kid round-up. Lexi smiled and moved to stand beside Beau and watch. “She’s really great. So smart and capable.” She said as she watched the young girl effortlessly get the kids in line, and enlist the deputies to haul the s'mores making ingredients over to the bonfire.

Beau’s smile was all pride. “Yeah, she’s pretty incredible.”

Their attention was wrenched back to the barbeque as Poppernak called to Beau. “Hey boss, as king of the grill, you might wanna come figure out where all this black smoke is coming from!”

***

A couple of hours later most of the people had gravitated to sit around the big bonfire where it was warmest. There were dozens of chairs set around it, and lots of blankets to share.

Cicely and Lexi were almost in each other’s laps, curled up on a big adirondack chair under a thick wool blanket. They were very toasty, and Lexi was loving the peace and contentment she felt as she just listened to the soft rise and fall of conversations around her, the laughter that would break out occasionally, the sleepy voices of little ones in their moms’ arms, and the sharp crackling of the sweet smelling wood as it burned.

A couple of seats away Beau was leaning towards Cassie and talking animatedly with his hands. She couldn’t make out his exact words, but she liked to watch his expressions; he was so animated she could almost guess at the conversation.

He said something to make Cassie laugh and then he looked up and caught Lexi’s eye. His smile turned soft and he winked at her. “Comfy over there?” He asked a bit louder.

Lexi nodded happily. “Very.”

“Good.” His smile lingered a moment before his attention was snagged by Emily.

Cicely pinched Lexi lightly and cleared her throat. “Goo-ey.” She whispered conspiratorially.

Lexi slapped her friend’s thigh under the blanket. “Stop it.”

Cicely hummed noncommittally. “Whatever.”

When Lexi looked back at Beau he was shaking his head at Emily who was trying to pass him a guitar. Other people around the fire seemed to notice at the same time and they quieted down to listen. 

“No, god.” Beau was saying with an embarrassed laugh. “I’m not gonna subject these lovely people to my singing.”

His deputies all started egging him on too, but he was shaking his head, adamantly refusing to take the guitar from his daughter. Finally she pleaded with him.

“Please, you used to sing all the time.”

“Yeah, to make you go to sleep. Pretty sure you’d just pretend to make me stop.”

Emily pouted at him. “No, I loved listening to you. Come on.” She paused. “You haven’t picked up a guitar since…since before you left Dallas.”

A look shifted over Beau’s face that Lexi couldn’t interpret. He seemed sad, but also wary. He sighed. “Em -” 

“Please!” She interrupted him. 

With an even deeper sigh he finally took the guitar from her. His audience clapped and he shook his head, clearly embarrassed. “Oh god. What am I supposed to sing?” He asked his daughter, slightly desperate sounding. 

“Sing that one you used to sing.”

Beau lifted his hand in exasperation. “What one I used to sing.”

“The ‘love’ one…the…make you feel the love.”

“Make you feel my love?” Cassie clarified and Emily nodded. “Ooh, I love that song!”

Beau was obviously still very reluctant, but he settled the guitar on his lap and strummed a few chords before adjusting the tuning pegs to his liking. Finally he cleared his throat and shook his head as he looked out at the now silent audience staring at him.

“Oh boy.” He said quietly and everyone chuckled. “Sorry.” He said with a shake of his head.

Then he began plucking at the strings and a warm melody surrounded them all. When Beau began singing there was a collective intake of breath, clear surprise on everyone’s faces. His voice was warm and full, melodic and emotive. In short, it was beautiful.

When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I would offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love

He watched Emily as he sang the words and Lexi knew he meant every word he sang to her. He looked around the circle with a slightly sheepish smile as he strummed out the melody between verses, but his eye caught Lexi’s again as he began the second verse, and it was as though something kept their gazes locked as he sang. Lexi couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one to dry your tears I would hold you for a million years To make you feel my love

He strummed his way into the first bridge and then looked down at the ground before looking back at the rest of his audience as he began singing the bridge. Even though he wasn’t staring at her anymore, Lexi could feel every word he sang as though it was only the two of them there and he was singing it right to her.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met There’s no doubt in my mind where you belong

Cause I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue And I'd go crawling down the avenue There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on a rolling sea And down the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free Oh, but you ain't seen nothing like me yet

The last verse he sang slowly, plucking the strings gently, and there was no doubt that he’d cast a kind of enchantment over the whole group.

Cause there ain’t nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the Earth for you Make you happy, make your dreams come true To make you feel my love

The last note echoed into the evening air and there was a moment of peaceful quiet before everyone started clapping and talking at once. Several deputies got up to slap Beau on the back, and everyone was shouting disbelief and praise. 

For his part, Beau turned very red, and thrust the guitar back into Emily’s hands before wrapping one arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and kissing the top of her head.

Beside her Cicely sighed deeply and repeated herself to Lexi. “Gooey.” She said, but her tone was definitely saying, “I told you so.”

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