#Plan Pastor Familiarization Tour

[weswhoreland]

into my arms

wes borland x gn!reader

mature 1684 words read on ao3 based on this ask

You bonded over music.

That’s what had first drawn you to him, all those months ago. When you first moved into the apartment complex, you hadn’t known anyone. You weren’t a loner necessarily, but meeting people was a lot easier said than done. For weeks you kept to yourself. You went to work and came home, a familiar routine. A safe routine. You were friendly with your neighbors, but it never grew past that.

Then, you met Wes.

Your local record shop was a short walk from the complex. Once you discovered it, you couldn’t get enough. After work you’d often find yourself there, browsing through albums and window shopping. You were busying yourself doing exactly that, adding another CD to your stack when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Is that Murder Ballads?”

It startled you a little. Casual conversation wasn’t uncommon at the shop, but never directed at you. When you turned, you were face-to-face with a stranger. Tall, brown-eyed… and admittedly cute.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I love Nick Cave.”

As it turned out, Wes did too. A lot. That wasn’t where the similarities in your music tastes ended, either. The two of you had started talking, and by the time you finally checked out with the cashier, an hour had passed.

After that, you and Wes were inseparable. As it turned out, he lived in your apartment complex, too. A different building, sure, but close enough that the two of you found yourselves spending a lot of time together. He was easy to talk to. And fun. Slowly, you learned more about him. Wes plays guitar, and he’s good at it too. He’s from Virginia. He has a brother, his dad’s a pastor… and he’s in a band.

A really good band.

That’s been your life for months. Slowly but surely, Wes has nudged his way into your routine. If you’re not alone with Wes, you’re with his bandmates. And if not with them… well, you’re wishing you were. Wes -- all of them, really -- have become such integral parts of your life. When you first met him in the record store, you wouldn't have imagined he'd become this important to you.

Not that you've told him that.

Tonight is like any other night. You and Wes are hanging out, passing the time away. The two of you have been listening to music, talking, watching movies… anything you can think of. It’s been a good night. Admittedly, you think, the two of you are just trying to soak up as much time together as you can. Because in a few days, Wes will be leaving on tour.

It won’t be forever, you keep reminding yourself. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s leaving. It’s a good thing. This is his dream, and you want that for him. You want that for him more than anything. But… well. Over the last few months, he’s become one of your closest friends. And it might be selfish, but you don’t want him to leave. Once Wes and the guys leave, your life will go back to the way it was before. And, admittedly, you like seeing Wes every day. You like spending time with him, getting to know him, hearing him laugh. The thought of not seeing him for months…

Needless to say, you’re distracting yourself. Or trying to, at least. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that in a few days, things will be changing. Unfortunately, you’re learning that’s much easier said than done. The goal was to make dinner. Something the two of you could enjoy together… and admittedly, something that would help take your mind off things. That was the plan, until you realize what you need is higher than you can reach.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. It had to be something Wes put away. He’s always trying to be helpful, but sometimes he doesn’t remember that you’re not as tall as he is. You stand there in the kitchen, cabinet wide open as you stare up at it in annoyance. You don’t want to ask for help. Maybe it’s a pride thing, or maybe it’s just on principle. But…

“I’ve got it.”

You didn’t hear Wes come into the kitchen. Still, in an instant you feel him as he comes up behind you, stretching just enough to pluck the box from the top shelf. There’s the briefest moment where you can feel him brush against you. It shouldn’t send a chill down your spine, but it does. It also shouldn’t make your heart race.

You hear a soft thud as Wes gently sets the box he was reaching for on the counter. You turn to look at him. You should say something – thank him, maybe – but you can’t quite get the words out. Apparently, neither can Wes. The two of you stare at each other wordlessly, like two deer caught in the headlights. You need to say something, you desperately remind yourself. You need to–

Before your mind can fully process what’s happening, he kisses you.

His lips are soft, softer than you would expect. It's the first thing you realize once your mind returns to you, once your thoughts stop swirling incoherently. His lips are soft, his hands feel nice on your hips, and he's good at this. Very good. You barely have time to weigh your options before your mind's made up. You kiss him back, letting your own hands wander. You press his shirt up just enough to feel his soft skin beneath your fingertips, to feel his warmth against you. What are you doing? The question runs through your mind, but you can't bring yourself to care. Wes is your best friend, and you want to kiss him. And apparently, he wanted to kiss you, too.

When he finally pulls back, there’s a brief moment where the silence stretches between the two of you. It isn’t awkward – not really. You’re fairly certain your brain isn’t functioning well enough right now for it to be awkward. Instead, you’re just staring at him. You’re staring at him… and Wes is staring back.

Fuck, he kissed you. Your best friend kissed you… and you liked it.

A lot.

Finally, Wes lets out a little laugh. It’s hesitant, unsure. So unlike the man you’ve grown to know. Maybe he’s thinking the exact same thing you are right now.

“... Sorry.”

Wait. He’s apologizing? For what, kissing you? Before you can stop yourself, you’re laughing.

“Sorry?” You repeat.

Wes looks embarrassed. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to laugh, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Yeah,” he agrees. “... I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about it for a while.”

... He's been thinking about it for a while?

“What?" You ask. "About kissing me?”

“Yeah.”

Well. That’s news to you. Sure, your feelings for Wes have festered for a while, no matter how hard you’d tried to stop them. But the fact that he feels the same way? It throws you for a loop, almost makes your head spin. Surely he's lying. He has to be. But--

Apparently, you’ve stayed silent for too long. Suddenly, Wes is scrambling to clarify himself.

“I’m not asking you to feel the same way,” Wes continues. “And if that made shit weird, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know. I keep thinking about it. And – I don’t want to leave.”

He doesn’t want to leave. … Well. Isn’t that something? Because admittedly, you don't want him to leave either.

“Wes,” you start. “Stop. I do. Feel the same way, I mean.”

“... You do?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I do. And… I don’t want you to go, either.”

It feels like a blasphemous confession, but it’s true. Even so, Wes almost looks relieved. Relieved that you feel the same way, that you also have hesitations about the tour. You could ask him to stay, you realize. You could ask him to forget all of that, to stay here, to build a life with you. But…

“I don’t want you to go,” you continue. “But you need to.”

“(Y/N)--”

“No,” you stop him. “I’m serious. You’re not missing out on this just for me.”

Wes looks like he wants to say something — to protest — but he doesn’t. Good, you think. He knows you. You don’t give up easily, especially when you’re right.

Finally, Wes lets out a breath.

“It won’t be forever,” he points out. “I’ll be back. And… you can visit?”

“Oh yeah?” You grin.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

Visit. That sounds…

Nice. It sounds really nice. You can picture it now, watching Wes and the guys play from the side stage. Your mind wanders a little, letting yourself picture Wes as he comes off stage, happy and smiling and exhilarated as he kisses you again--

Jesus, okay. You need to focus.

“I’d like that,” you say finally. “A lot.”

This feels… stupid. So stupid. Wes is your best friend, but having a friend who’s a rockstar and a boyfriend who’s a rockstar are completely different things. Are you ready for this? To commit yourself fully to a man who will spend so long away from home? You have no doubt in your mind that Limp Bizkit will make it big. They’ll make it big… and none of this will be easy. There will be times when it's hard, when both of you wonder if you made the right choice. You'll fight, you'll argue, maybe you'll say things you regret. But...

But, maybe none of that matters right now. Because you want this. It hits you suddenly that you want this with Wes. To be with him, no matter the obstacles. And if that means being apart for a few months... it's worth it. It's worth it, just to know that you'll be together again eventually.

Without another word, you pull Wes in for another kiss. You wish you could this forever, you realize. To kiss him forever, to hold him forever. And... there's something else you want. Something that, unfortunately, you'll have to drag him to the bedroom for.

You think dinner can wait.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

‘til the sun burns out - part 3

part of the nothing else matters universe

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Read it on AO3

Summary:

Your wedding night to Eddie Munson.

Additional tags: explicit sexual content, p in v, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, fluff and smut, no angst, established relationship

“Edward James Munson, if you are late to our wedding I will personally send you to hell myself,” you hiss into the receiver, leaving your fifth and increasingly threatening voice message to the phone the guys share while they’re on the road.

Your best friend Claire looks at you expectantly as you walk back into your bedroom. She flinches at your murderous expression but cheerily says, “Don’t worry, sugar, I’m sure they’re just…on the road. Speeding down here to make all your dreams come true.”

Rather than respond, you pour yourself another shot of vodka and toss it back. Then, you start pacing again, wringing your hands together to avoid grabbing the phone and leaving your sixth message.

It’s 1991 and a seasonably warm June day in Hawkins. You’ve been engaged to the man of your dreams for over a year, and the wedding planning was what kept you busy and your mind occupied during the months he was away for his latest tour and recording sessions.

Your wedding is scheduled to begin at 2 p.m. at Hawkins Church. You had kicked and screamed your way to this decision, but ultimately your dad telling you it would make your late mama proud tugged hard enough at your heartstrings to make you relent. Eddie had been a pretty quick sell on the idea.

“You mean get married by the very man who called me a radical satanist? It might give him a heart attack. Let’s do it,” he’d said when you called him to tell him your dad’s guilt trips had finally won.

It was now noon, and Eddie was supposed to be home from the tour at 10 a.m., but you haven’t heard from him or any of the other guys. “Claire, I’m going to kill him.”

“So you’ve said. To anyone within a five foot radius.” She sets her wine down and stands, grasping you by your upper arms. “You need to relax. He’ll be here. When has Eddie ever let you down?”

“September 1986 when he admitted that he’s never actually liked Red Vines and only eats them because I like them.”

“That’s not letting you down, that’s having taste. Now ease up on the vodka, I don’t want to have to hold your hair back in church.”

There’s a knock at your bedroom door and a familiar head of luscious hair pokes his head in.

“Harrington!”

“What’s this about vodka?” He asks as he enters the room, giving you a quick hug. “Where’s Munson?”

Claire makes a striking motion across her throat, but it’s too late. “He’s not here. Our wedding is in two hours and he’s not here! ” You shout.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you start your pacing over. He looks at Claire. “She been like this all day?”

“This is…arguably the most calm she’s been.”

“I’m sure he’s got a good reason for running late,” Steve says diplomatically. “And if he doesn’t, then I’m glad I’m not him.”

You glare at Steve. “Thanks, Harrington. You really know how to make a girl feel better.”

“Anytime. I just wanted to stop by and say hi, let you know Nancy and Robin just got back in town. El and Max are at the church decorating. Dustin is…somewhere, being Dustin.” He pauses. “Pastor Mitchell has only been praying for the absolution of your sins for the past hour or so.”

“Huh, that’s not so bad,” Claire murmurs.

“I know, right?” Steve rubs a hand over his chin as he thinks of anything else to tell you. “Oh, Mrs. Wheeler brought the cake over to the bar. Chad put it in the fridge.”

“At this rate, the only thing I’m looking forward to is Mrs. Wheeler’s German chocolate cake,” you grumble. “Thanks, Steve. If you hear anything from Eddie could you let me know?”

He gives a little two finger salute before slipping out the door and disappearing. Claire regards you with concerned eyes. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you dressed.”

—-

It’s 1:45 p.m. and your dad is going to be walking you down the aisle any minute. You’ve had Claire checking whether Eddie’s arrived every five minutes for the past hour, and still no sign of him. The only thing keeping you from crying is the fact that your eyelashes are coated in a layer of mascara so thick that if you cried, you’re almost certain you’d go blind.

Your gown is an off the shoulder white dress that hits you leg at the knee, simple in style but stunning in figure. Your hair is teased and sprayed within an inch of its life. You’ve got a handful of sunflowers mixed with baby’s breath as a bouquet. You’re ready to get married.

The only thing you apparently don’t have is a fucking groom.

Your dad knocks on the door to the room you’re waiting in just off the lobby of the church. He’s dressed in a white button down tucked into black slacks, the same thing he wears to church the three times a year he goes.

“You look beautiful, sweet pea. I only wish your mama could have seen you,” he says, eyes glassy. All the anger leaves you in a rush as he envelopes you in a hug. “Now, come on. Let’s go get you hitched.”

You slide your arm into the crook of his elbow. The wedding march filters through the old wood doors of the nave as your dad stands with you, waiting for the doors to open. It’s Steve who pulls the door open, his face giving away nothing as your dad guides you inside.

The small gathering of people are all standing in the pews, facing you, with huge smiles on their faces but your eyes immediately find a familiar pair of brown ones at the end of the aisle.

Eddie stands next to a surly Pastor Mitchell, lips spread wide in a huge grin. To your surprise, he’s wearing a suit - black on black shirt, vest, and haphazardly done tie topped with his leather jacket instead of the suit jacket. The rest of the guys from the band stand beside him in similar suits, while on your side Claire stands in her baby blue gown, holding a bouquet similar to yours.

Your dad kisses you on the cheek before placing your hand in Eddie’s. Those familiar calloused fingers wrap around your own and just like that, all of the stress of the morning fades away.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers as you stand beside him and Pastor Mitchell begins his wedding sermon.

“You’re late,” you whisper back, though the words are full of far less heat than they would have been a few hours ago.

“Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Would you believe me if I said we stopped a robbery?”

You turn your head to him as you hiss out, “What?!”

Pastor Mitchell clears his throat, the annoyance clear on his face.

“Sorry,” you murmur, turning back to him. Eddie’s shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“The couple has chosen to say their own vow,” Pastor Mitchell says. “Edward?”

“Hey, baby,” Eddie starts, “Remember that time we drove out to watch the meteor shower? And how you watched the stars, but I could only watch you? You’re my favorite star in any galaxy. And I’ll love you until the sun burns out.”

Pastor Mitchell turns to you, and gestures for you to speak. “Eddie, you’re the wordsmith here, not me. But just know, you’re the sun in my galaxy. My best days begin and end with you, my love. I can’t wait for a lifetime of the best days.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” Pastor Mitchell says, closing his sermon book. Eddie reaches out to curl a hand behind your neck, hauling you towards him in a kiss impeded by your bright smile.

“I’m glad you changed your mind,” he murmurs.

“Me, too, Munson. Me, too.”

Hand in hand, you run laughing down the aisle of the church to the cheers of your friends and family.

And the silent prayers of Pastor Mitchell.

___

That night, The Hideout hosts its first ever wedding reception.

Mrs. Wheeler volunteered to take charge of managing the potluck style dinner and the cake. Your bartenders happily volunteered to serve drinks through the night. And the boys of Corroded Coffin provided the entertainment.

You haven’t stopped smiling, and every time your eyes meet Eddie’s, your heart flutters wildly in your chest.

Eddie Munson. Your husband.

Man, what a world.

The man in question slides an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. “Dance with me?”

“Eddie Munson, since when do you dance?”

“Since I got the prettiest girl in the room to give me a chance,” he says. He drags you in front of the stage, and the boys start in on a song you haven’t heard before.

It’s slow, the guitar drawn out and the deep bass more pronounced. You slip your arms around Eddie’s neck and sway with him, your bodies pressed tightly together. Gareth is on vocals while Eddie enjoys your first dance.

“It’s called Nothing Else Matters. Metallica’s new song,” Eddie tells you, turning you in a circle. “Thought it fit us pretty well.”

Never cared for what they say

Never cared for games they play

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

And I know, yeah, yeah

So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

No, nothing else matters

“It’s perfect, Eds,” you whisper.

———

Later, after the party has wound down and your friends shoo you and Eddie out of the bar and into the car decorated with a “Just Married” banner, Eddie pulls up to your shared home and rushes around the hood to pull your door open.

You barely get your seatbelt undone before he’s lifting you from the car, making you giggle. When he reaches the door, he sets you down for a brief second to tug his keys out and open the door before scooping you up into his arms again.

“When we cross this threshold, we’ll officially be husband and wife. You ready?” He asks.

“According to the state of Indiana, we’ve been husband and wife for the last twelve hours,” you reply.

Eddie steps into the dark house, kicking the door shut behind him. He makes a beeline for your bedroom, tossing you on the bed and immediately crawling up over your body.

“Have I told you yet how stunning you are?” He asks. “This dress looks amazing on you, but I bet it would look better on the floor,” he says with a wink.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, tone gone sultry. You wrap your fist in the black tie around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I can think of some places where this tie would look better, too.”

“Later. First, I’m gonna eat my wife’s pretty pussy,” he says, sliding down until he’s situated on his stomach between your spread legs. His rough hands shove your dress up over your hips, exposing the black lace panties and matching garter holding up your stockings. Eddie looks like a kid on Christmas. “Jesus Christ, this is all for me?”

“‘Til the sun burns out, baby,” you tell him. He grins at you, palms sliding up the backs of your thighs as he presses your legs up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze.

He plants light kisses up the inside of both thighs before his lips gently trace your folds through the silk and lace. The dulled sensation of his mouth on you is maddening, not nearly enough for how tightly wound your body and soul are for this man.

“Eddie, please,” you beg, voice breathy.

“Oh, is my little slut already desperate?” He taunts. His thumb rubs circles over your sensitive clit, still keeping your lingerie as a barrier. “These cute little panties are already soaked, huh?”

You nod, arching your back and trying to shift your hips to chase the friction. He pulls back, making you groan in disappointment.

Eddie’s fingers trace the edges of the lace before finally pulling them aside. He uses his opposite hand to trace a single finger through your wetness before he draws back, landing a light smack to your center that has you fighting against his hold.

“Hold still, or I’m going to make this take way longer than either of us wants,” he warns before his tongue is on your, licking you from your dripping hole to your needy clit.

You cry out in relief, blabbering a litany of thank you and oh my god and please as he tortures you in the best way possible. You do your best to follow his instruction to stay still, but on a hard suck to your sensitive nub your hips chase his mouth and your fingers bury themselves into his curly hair.

He must be in a forgiving mood, because he simply groans against you and increases his pace, winding you tighter and tighter until you come against his lips with a shout of his name like a prayer.

Eddie works you down from your high, until your legs are deadweight over his shoulders. He sits up, grabbing your waist and flipping you to your belly. His fingers find the zipper of your dress and pull it down, shimmying the fabric off your body, and the only help you’re able to provide is in the form of lifting your hips so he can pull it fully off and toss it to the ground.

“Huh, I was right. It does look better on my floor,” he jokes before grabbing a handful of your ass in a rough grip. He smacks one cheek, then the other, making you cry out and rub yourself against the sheets, even as sensitive as you are.

The warmth of his body leaves yours as he stands, and you turn your head to watch him undress. Your mouth goes dry watching him unbutton his shirt, the tattoos you love to trace with your tongue coming into view. You follow the trail of hair beneath his belly button to the bulge in his slacks, watching as his deft fingers undo the fly and shove all the offending fabric out of the way of your appreciative gaze.

He holds the tie in his hand, a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye as he gets back on the bed. “What do we think we should use this for? A gag? No, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make for me. I think maybe we should tie you up, huh?”

You let out a pitiful whine, but nod your consent. Eddie helps you lift your arms above your head, your body now laying in one long line as he winds the silk around your wrists. He gives the bind an experimental tug, seeming pleased with his work.

“Lift those hips, princess. On your knees,” he says. You work your knees beneath you, raising your hips with a deep arch of your back, your chest pressed to the bed.

He runs a hand from your neck to the base of your spine, toying with the band of your underwear. “I think I’ll leave these on,” he tells you, before once again shifting the fabric to the side.

Your breath catches when you feel the blunt head of his cock at your dripping hole. He presses forward slowly, agonizingly, stretching deliciously until his hips sit flush to yours. He groans, hands trailing over all the skin he can reach as he lets you adjust until you give him that tell-tale shift of your hips, asking for more.

And more does he give.

He pulls out until you’re nearly empty before driving back inside, a harsh slap of his hips against yours. The angle brushes the head of him against that maddening spot inside of you, making you cry out and moan with each drag of his cock in and out of your heat.

Eddie winds a hand through your hair, using it along with a hand around your throat to bow your body off the bed, back arched against him as he pounds into you.

“My perfect little wife. So fucking gorgeous for me on her knees, crying out my name,” he growls into your ear. “Want you to come on my cock, sweetheart, want you dripping down my thighs as I fill you up.”

You nod against his hold, your hips moving frantically in time with his thrusts as you chase the second wave of relief he’s gifting you.

It shatters across your nerves a moment later, and Eddie groans, a flood of colorful curses leaving his lips as he chases his own release. He stills, and you moan at the feeling of him pulsing against your walls as he cums.

He gently guided the upper half of your body back to the bed before slipping out of you. He spreads you open with a hand on each cheek, watching with possessive attention as his cum leaks out of you.

Satisfied that you’re well fucked and marked up as his, he flops on the bed beside you, lust drunk hands struggling to undo the bind on your wrists. When you’re finally free, he hauls your body against his, the sweat cooling on your skin as he holds you.

“So, you ever gonna tell me why you were late?” You ask after a moment of catching your breath.

“I wasn’t joking about the robbery. We were pulling forward through a stop sign when some guy that stole a woman’s purse literally smashed into the van. On foot. Knocked him out cold. We had to wait for the police to take their report before we could keep driving.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know. Drove like a bat out of hell the rest of the way to make it on time.” His fingers trail along your arm. “Wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

“I guess I can forgive you, then,” you tease.

He grins at you, looking just like the teenage boy you’d fallen for all those years ago, and for all the stress this morning caused you, you know you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

[wristful]

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “ / stevie and ellie

BEFORE.

the original plan is to get andrew, head to the skatepark and see what this fine saturday morning has in store for two sixteen year old boys; technically, he's still grounded for getting caught skipping biology, but mom had a last minute emergency at the base and dad is away on a trip so. who's to know if stevie takes a little sideways tour? and this would all go to plan except for the follow: andrew isn't home and ellie is and lately, things between them have been... interesting. different.

it had started about three months ago at movie night at his house. andrew had fallen asleep and they'd just been making fun of some totally stupid b-list horror movie, messing around, and then out of nowhere. they'd kissed. suddenly. quickly. a peck really, completely chaste. but it hadn't stayed that way: two weeks later, they'd ended up kissing in the garage while looking for soda while their respective families had dinner inside. and then again at school, under the bleachers.

it's new and exciting and when stevie shows up to an empty house and ellie invites him in -- well. well.

and the kissing is incredible, it's mind blowing, it's enough to completely turn his brain smooth with zero thought to when anyone might be due home or if he should be getting home (he's sixteen, for god's sake, he's only human). but then the stairs creek and. oh.

oh fuck.

ellie practically launches herself halfway across her room and stevie scrambles over himself to grab his tshirt from the floor and his shoes from under the bed and beelines to the window -- falling out of it and landing with all the grace of a bowling ball. from the window, ellie leans out (flushed red and so unbelievably pretty) and says you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right?

PRESENT.

you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? she says it without really looking at him; she's looking at a spot over his shoulder and doesn't really seem to be expecting an answer, mouth downturned, frown in place. he's late. very late. too late to see the show or comment on the great job the gallery did or ask about any of the paintings or even see any of them. they're stood on the street with her back to the darkened gallery where the cleaners are starting to put the place back to rights. he can see people milling around and shifting things, taking some of the artwork down for packaging. it must have gone well.

his flowers are battered from the wind and rain - he'd run halfway across midtown to the last flower shop that was open in the area. the suit he's wearing doesn't fit. he reeks of cigarette smoke and beer.

he's really late. "-- i'm so sorry i missed it."

AFTER.

there are a few stragglers from the game who are thinning out and he can hear a few familiar voices; he's been cornered by one of the teachers who want to know about using the community centre for a fundraiser - for the kids who can't go to the camp, pastor steve, you know it's such an important cause and we really could use your support - and almost misses ridley on his way out. stevie ducks the conversation with a sure, thing and darts out to the floor.

willow is talking excitedly on the way out the door with andrew and izzy, dolling out offered high fives, and will is meandering in the background nearby.

stevie misses the conversation except the tail end of you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? and though ridley nods, he wonders if there won't be a last minute emergency. stevie shakes his hand anyway and gives his brother a quick hug and when their backs are turned, far enough away, stevie kisses her. "don't worry, i can put laxatives in his sauce."

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[coraltours]

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[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 18

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touching and assholes thinking of rape (no sexual assault takes place beyond groping)

A/N: This is longish. I'm lazy and didn't edit. If anything is glaring let me know.

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It was decided that you and Sookie would present as friends looking for a new church. You intended to play quiet and if necessary you would pretend you were the puppet Stan thought you to be until you escaped from your horrible vampire boyfriend. You thought he loved you. Sob. So on and so forth.

Part of you wanted to go with Stan’s idea. Hell, if there was a way to be rid of the Fellowship without it pointing back to the vampires, you’d jump for it in a heartbeat. They were the epitome of everything wrong with so-called religions. Standing behind their gods to justify their hate and prejudices.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot. A perky blonde signaled for you to park and you frowned.

“Why does she look familiar?” Sookie asked.

“That’s Sarah Newlin, the reverend’s wife. I’m not happy that it appears we were expected, Sookie. I doubt she greets everyone that pulls in the parking lot.” You clenched your teeth together. Your gut was telling you to just pull right back out of the parking lot, but this was still your best bet to find Godric. “Just be on guard.”

Sookie nodded her head then slipped out of the car with a grin on her face, ready to greet the Mrs. You followed along behind her playing timid.

“Hi,” Sarah exclaimed. “I’m Sarah Newlin. I saw y’all pulling in and thought I’d come out and greet you myself.”

Sookie walked right up to her and shook her hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you. My name is Heidi Merlotte. This is my friend Sylvia North. We’ve recently moved to the area and are looking for a church.”

Sarah shifted that smile to you and held out her hand. You took it gingerly and kept your other arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylvia.”

You just nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, you’re a quiet thing aren’t you?”

Sookie wrapped her arm around you and leaned forward as if sharing a great secret. “We moved to get Sylvia out of a situation, so to speak. She’s still recovering.”

You could almost believe the look of sympathy Sarah directed your way. She turned and motioned for you to follow her. “Well, follow me and we’ll see if Steve’s available. I’m sure he’d just love to meet you.”

“The reverend himself?” Sookie enthused. “That would be amazing.”

The two of you followed Sarah to an office where Steve Newlin sat behind a large desk. “Honey, we’ve got a couple of friends here looking for a church. Heidi Merlotte and Sylvia North.” You shuffled in and took the offered hand, nodding at his greeting before looking around the office. Sarah bent over to whisper something in her husband’s ear that you weren’t meant to hear. “They insinuated they moved to escape some sort of trauma.”

Steve made a sound of agreement before gracing you with that megawatt smile he was so famous for. You settled into your chair, content to let Sookie do all the talking. She always chattered when she was nervous anyway.

“Sylvia and I met in church actually, but we left when we discovered that the pastor was…well he was…” Sookie trailed off dramatically and you managed to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Homosexual?” Steve suggested.

Ugh, just when you thought you couldn’t hate this guy more than you already did. What an ass. “A sympathizer. He was a sympathizer,” you said before he could say something else that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Now see, that really makes me mad. How can you claim to love God if you love something God hates?” Too late. You wanted to punch him.

“Well, given Sylvia’s history, we know just how horrible vampires are,” Sookie added after a pause and you wondered what she’d heard in the asshole’s head. “No one will ever convince us that they have any sort of control. They are just evil.”

The Newlins’ attention turned to you with her words. You’d curse her, but this was the plan. You unbuttoned the top button on your shirt and pulled it open to show Eric’s marks. Normally you just wore one, but he’d given you a couple of extra the night before to add to your story. Once they’d seen, you buttoned your shirt back up as if you were ashamed.

You cleared your throat. “He was my boss. He was nice enough at first but then he started catching me in the backroom and feeding. He glamoured me into thinking I enjoyed it. That he loved me. I didn’t know until he came to my house one night and Heidi caught him doing it. She told me everything and helped me escape.” You reached over and grabbed Sookie’s hand. “She saved my life. I truly believe that.”

When you finished with your fantasy, you bent your head forward and wiped away a non-existent tear.

“I am sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you. But that’s what we’re here for is to help people like you. None of this was your fault,” Sarah’s voice comes.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” You kept your head down so you didn’t have to meet their gazes again. Frankly, you were tired of looking at them.

Steve clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s take a little tour, shall we?”

A tremor of unease crawled down your spine. You were pretty sure the Rev. Newlin’s job description didn’t include giving tours to the peons. You looked up at them, attempting to appear upset instead of untrusting. Sookie and you followed the couple out of the office to what you assumed was the door of the sanctuary.

Steve stopped before opening them and turned to face you. “Now, be careful when I open the doors.”

You arched a brow. “Careful?”

He grinned. “Sometimes when we open these doors, so much love comes flowing out it just knocks you right over.”

You were pretty sure that was the flood of bullshit actually.

“We’ll be sure and brace ourselves,” Sookie responds with a chipper smile.

When they opened the doors, you were actually impressed with the sight that greeted you. The large wall of windows at the back of the church allowed sunlight to flood the sanctuary. It was quite a stunning display. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it? I just love this room. It just seems to glow in the afternoon light,” Sarah said, obviously meaning every word.

“It’s just so inspiring,” Steve added.

Sookie fidgeted beside you and you knew whatever the reverend was thinking, it wasn’t pleasant. You reached over and hooked your arm with hers.

He looked between the two of you. “Say have you two ever been to a lock-in?”

“A l-lock-in?” Sookie stuttered out.

You gave your brightest, fakest smile and channeled your inner Sookie. “Not since I was a kid. Gosh, those were good times.”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us,” Steve offered.

Whatever he was up to, Sarah didn’t like it if her body language was anything to go by.

Sookie tugged at your arm. “We should go home and get our stuff so we can do the lock-down.”

You looked down to cover your smirk. They were definitely behind Godric’s disappearance then. You understood Sookie wanting to get out of here, if she’d confirmed that, but in all honesty you were the best option for getting Godric out of here without causing a scene.

“You have plenty of time. The lock-inisn’t until tomorrow. Besides, we haven’t finished the tour yet,” Steve said.

“You wanted to see me?” a voice interrupted and Sarah only looked more concerned. A large bald man came to stand by the Newlins. He was obviously their muscle.

“Oh good. Heidi, Sylvia, I’d like you to meet Gabe, one of my aides,” Steve introduced.

Gabe shook your hands while running his gaze over both of you. He licked his lips and you wanted to kick him in the nuts. Maybe later. It would give you something to look forward to.

“Gabe will be joining us for the rest of the tour,” Steve said, patting the other man on the back.

The tour continued far longer than necessary. “I’m sorry but we need to be going. I don’t like to be out after dark,” you said.

“Oh there’s just one more thing I want to show you. It’s a very special part of the tour. Most people don’t get to see it. My father’s tomb.” He sounded entirely too happy about that.

“Steve, are you sure?” Sarah asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I just don’t see why we need to go down there.”

“Not to be rude but I really don’t want to see someone’s grave,” you said.

Steve looked at you. “You have to see it. You can really feel his spirit down there. It’s the cornerstone our church is built on.” He opened a door that led down a steep set of stairs. Creepy basement. Check. And probably no windows. Perfect place to keep a vampire.

Sookie grasped your arm. “Sylvia?”

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“She’s a little claustrophobic,” you lied.

“Well, at least take a little looksee so you can say you saw everything and you can make an informed decision,” the reverend argued.

“But we’ve already decided to go here so I don’t think it’s necessary,” Sookie said, her voice shaking. “We should go, Sylvia.”

“No,” Steve said. “Gabe!” Steve dived for Sookie and Gabe came after you. He grabbed you from behind, crossing his arms over the front of you, copping a cheap feel as he did so. Fucker. Irritation and Anger flooded through you and you knew Eric would pick up on it. He wouldn’t give you long before he came in after the two of you.

It wouldn’t take much for you to get free and to free Sookie as well, but you wouldn’t get a better opportunity to explore the basement. You feigned fighting and let the asshole carry you down the stairs with a firm grip on your breast.

You heard Sookie fighting behind you. “A little help, Gabe. I think the fucking banger’s on V,” Steve yelled.

“Quit fighting, Heidi. You’ll only get hurt,” you called and heard the commotion die down. At least she trusted you enough to do what you said.

They carried the two of you into a storage cage and locked you in after taking Sookie’s purse and searching both of you. As soon as they were out of sight and you heard the door shut upstairs, Sookie turned to you. “I sure as hell hope you have a plan because that Gabe guy is a total asshole.”

You hummed in agreement and pulled your lockpicking tools from your hair. They looked like barrettes and bobby pins to the untrained eye. “My plan is to find Godric before Eric gets here to rescue us.”

“You seem sure he’ll come,” she said, sounding surprised.

“I am. And if he doesn’t, I’ll get us out. Don’t worry about it.” You moved over to the gate to see the best way to go about getting the two of you out. The chain link configuration complicated things a bit but you’d figure it out.

“You’re always so sure about things. I wish I was like that.”

“A little bit of uncertainty makes life exciting,” you said with a grin before grabbing the gate and shaking it to see how sturdy it was. Keeping your grip you leaned against it. “Little god, little god, it’s time to go home,” you said in a singsong voice. Godric would hear you if he was anywhere in the basement.

“Little god?”

“Long story,” you assured her and shook the gate again. “Good news, the gate is designed to keep people out, not in. Also good news, I’m not completely human.”

“What’s the bad news?” she asked.

“This will be loud.” Unfortunately, the only top to the cage was the ceiling so there was nothing above you to grab onto. Instead, you grabbed onto the chain link beside the gate and used it to swing your body at an angle so your feet hit right where the lock was. You repeated the action two more times before dropping down so you could check the lock.

“Little god, I’m not leaving without you. I know you like me too much to let me die,” you said distracted as your focus was on the gate. You’d definitely done some damage but you decided to keep your feet on the ground and see what kind of damage side kicks could do.

After the second kick, you heard the door upstairs open. “What’s going on down there?” Gabe. Good.

“Nothing,” you called back even as you kicked again and the lock gave way. You grabbed the gate and pulled it shut as his feet thundered down the stairs.

He glared at the two of you before finally settling on you. You had no idea what Sookie looked like behind you but you were giving your best evil grin. “What are you up to, you little bitch?”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” you taunted, waiting for him to get closer.

“You’re not a lady,” he said. “You’re just some vampire’s whore.” He licked his lips and looked you over again as he pulled keys from his pocket. When he caught sight of the lock, he frowned and moved forward, “What the hell?”

Once he was within striking distance, you slammed the gate forward so it cracked him in the head and shoved him back. You didn’t give him time to recover before you attacked with punches and kicks. He got a couple of hits in as he tried to take you down. To regain the upper hand. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Finally, you got in position to put your arm around his neck. You kept the hold up until he dropped to his knees. When you would have continued until he quit breathing, a hand dropped on your shoulder.

“Enough.”

You looked to Godric. He wasn’t your sire. You had no loyalty to him, but he was a friend. You released Gabe and took a step back. Your gaze ran over the little god. Other than being paler than usual, he looked good. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. That was all the invitation you needed to wrap your arms around him.

He returned the hug. He moved his nose near your neck and inhaled. “You smell like my child.”

“Mates.”

He held you at arms length and looked at you in surprise. “He’ll come for you then. Not that he wouldn’t have anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. I figure we’re about out of time.” You gestured to the cage. “Godric, meet Sookie. Sookie, Godric.”

Sookie gave him a smile and a little wave. “Nice to meet you.”

His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze settled on you. “You brought a human with you to rescue me?”

“She’s a little something else, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Not particularly, no. Especially considering what this one would have done had you not been who you are,” he gestured at Gabe.

“Speaking of, you should let me kill him. He groped me.” Reminded of the earlier incident you moved over to the prone form and nudged him so he was laying on his back. Then you kicked him in the balls as hard as you could. “Asshole.”

Godric’s lips twitched. “Feel better?”

“Much.” Sounds of a fight came from upstairs. “Eric.”

“Yes. I am here, my child. Down here.”

In a flash Eric was there. He stopped in front of you first, holding your arms as he looked you over. “I’m fine.”

He nodded once before turning to his maker. “Godric,” he said almost reverently before kneeling in front of him.

The moment was interrupted by Sookie’s laughter. The three of you turned your attention to her. She had a hand over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just Eric is all respectful and kneeling while you hugged him and called him little god. It’s just funny.”

Eric got to his feet and gave you a look. “Of course, you did.”

“What? Godric likes my hugs.”

[museswithinx]

🏙  - Our muses go on a haunted tour of their city { Barlow for Valerie }

fall/autumn starters.

They had more than a few hours to kill before they had to start getting costume ready for the big Halloween bash at the Mikaelson’s tonight. Hearing about a haunted tour of Mystic Falls from Emmett, Valerie and Maryan decided to check it out with their significant others. Almost like a spooky double date.

“Apparently these are legit haunted places in town,” Valerie said to her group as she skimmed through the guide they’d been given detailing the tour route with brief histories for each place they’d be visiting today. They were pulling up to their first stop now: Pastor Young’s Ranch. “It says the guy who lived here was a Pastor and part of the old founder’s council. He murdered 11 other council members and himself in his own kitchen during a meeting by turning on the gas and setting fire.”

“That’s comforting,” Meredith murmured as she looped her arm through Maryan’s.

The bus came to a stop outside the ranch then and they all got off. As they started toward the old ruins of the farm house, Valerie slipped her hand into Barlow’s with a little mischievous smirk as she looked to him. With a slight roll of her eyes, she gestured behind them to where Meredith and Maryan were nervously looking around and clinging to each other. “Want to spook them?”

His smirk matched hers then as they quickly and quietly hatched a plan. Once they were inside, they split off from the rest of the tour group. “Let’s check out the murder scene,” she said to Maryan as her and Barlow hurried ahead of their friends to the blackened and destroyed kitchen. It was dark save for some natural light that poured in from gaping holes in the ceiling and walls. Valerie slid behind one wall by the arch doorway while Barlow took the other side. She playfully grinned over at him as they waited for the footsteps of their friends, who were calling for them, to come this way.

As soon as Meredith and Maryan approached the doorway, the two of them leapt out and shouted at them. It was a success as both girls screamed in terror and nearly jumped out of their own skin. As soon as Maryan realized it was just them and not some angry ghosts, she received a friendly-but-scolding swat from her best friend as a fit of laughter started up on her end. 

“Oh man, you should have seen your faces! You’re sheet white.” She laughed as she high fived Barlow, who was also howling with laughter now. For a second, she could have sworn she saw both of their souls leave their bodies before returning to them. “You guys never would have survived Bates Motel.”

The haunted tour guide found them then with a disapproving look on his face. “Ladies and gentleman. This way, please.”

Still laughing as they received a glare from both girls, Valerie took his hand again and they rejoined the rest of the group. “I wonder how much of this is real,” she muses to Barlow as they walked down an old dusty hallway. “I mean, the history might be but that doesn’t mean a place is actually haunted. Their spirits could have very well passed on after dying and any spooks on this tour are just added in the spirit of Halloween.”

As they were passing by an old mirror though, she felt a familiar chill and a glimpse of something in her periphery. Stopping, she looks over and jumps at the sight of a burned woman looking at her through the glass. Knocking into Barlow as he caught her. 

“I... Did you see her?” She asked him. When she looked at the mirror again though, the burned woman was gone. If that was a special effect, it was a damn good one but she doubted it. She didn’t get those chills from special effects. 

Laughing it off a bit, she straightened back up and retook his hand. “Maybe this place really is haunted.”

[fictionfromafar]

The Rabbit Factor

By Antti Tuomainen

The Rabbit Factor

By Antti Tuomainen

Translated by David Hackston

Orenda Books

Publication Date: 28 October 2021

Antti Tuomainen’s career as a novelist has varied from dark noir to dystopian and then to black humour, yet the one thing that his previous works have all had in common is they have all been standalone stories.

The Rabbit Factor however is different as it is the first of a three book series. Tuomainen has chosen some interesting characters in the past from mushroom entrepreneurs, poets and village pastors, yet this time the lead character is a mathematical actuary, Henri Koskinen.

Written in first person narrative, we soon realise that everything decision Henri makes, is based on its mathematical probability. This applies to choices in his personal life as well as his profession. When asked why he chose a particular restaurant for a date he replies:

“Given the relative rating review, the distance from our respective bus stops, the prevailing weather, the day of the week, your predilection for spicy food, and the fact that the point of a date is to try to make an impression on the other person, this seemed like the optimal choice.”

That sequence is deep in the story and it would be wrong to assume that Henri is a regular socialite. In fact there is much in Henri’s life that is unexpectedly going to change. After an action lead introductory chapter, which does actually feature a kind of giant rabbit, we meet a dissatisfied Henri in his office job at an insurance company. While continually accurate in his role, he has found his productivity has been affected by an open plan office, distracting young colleagues and depressingly familiar contemporary workplace culture. As one opportunity closes another far less familiar one opens when he discovers he has inherited his brother’s adventure park.

Taking on the business, Henri encounters the strange collection of employees that his brother selected before the realisation that not only is YouMeFun in financial trouble, but his sibling owed extortionate loans to some very dangerous people.

Tuomainen excels when he pitches his key characters in unfamiliar and unorthodox situations where they have no choice but to evolve or to die. While there are perhaps not as many open laughs to this novel compared to The Man Who Died, there are some very funny episodes to this story in which Henri often has to dodge and scamper like a cat who has lost track of how many of his nine lives he has already lost. Huge credit is also due to David Hackston for his translation. Finnish is a complicated language at the best of times and to interpret its humour must indeed be a challenge. Yet the use of language is excellent and the words captivating. Along the way there is some really strong philosophising about human nature:

"Look at the choices we make. If we are healthy, we make ourselves ill by smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol and overeating. If we want to bring about societal change, we vote for options that make our situation worse. When we should be thinking about what is rational, people start talking about how they feel. The most important thing is making sure that nothing rational accidentally happens.”

Henri gradually begins to realise the pitfalls involved in trying to allow logic to dictate his actions and gradually allows his heart to sometimes rule his head. Like his principal character, the author has also broken a habit of a lifetime by starting a series, however there is no sense that he is teeing up his next book - The Rabbit Factory has quite a contained storyline and you’ll be just as much in the dark about where the second installment might lead once you’ve finished the book as you will be before you start it.

Antti Tuomainen is very much one of a kind and if, like myself, you tend to read quite a lot of dark crime fiction novels, The Rabbit Factory will give you a welcome change of pace. perspective and a few fairly mad cap scenarios to get your head around. At times the plot may be as implausible as the concept of beach resort in Finland but yet you’ll soon find that you are rooting for Henri, Laura Helanto and some of their colleagues at the adventure park. That, plus the unpredictability of the plot make this very compulsive reading. Little wonder that it is soon to be a major motion picture starring Steve Carell.

Many thanks to Anne Cater and Orenda Books for inclusion on the Random Things Blog Tour and many thanks to Antti for signing my hardback copy of The Rabbit Factor when I met him recently at Bloody Scotland.

There is a month-long blog tour for The Rabbit Factor, please check out the reviews written by my fellow bloggers, as shown below:

[penny-archer]

Cottage keys

Crowley and Az decide to u-haul like a good lesbian couple after inching forward in their relationship post-apocalypse. Also, I haven’t been able to get the South Downs cottage thing out of my head since I heard it.

ao3 link here

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Sunday, St. James’s Park, two weeks after the end of the world

“What do you want to do today, angel?”

Aziraphale looked up from his book at Crowley, who was lounging beside him on the grass, propped back on his elbows and staring absently at the pond in front of them. He thought for a moment. “We could go to the Tate Modern, we haven’t been there yet,” he volunteered.

The demon pulled an exaggerated face. “Angel, you’ve been dragging me around museums and galleries and ar-bor-et-ums for days. Let’s do something exciting. Let’s steal a double decker and go for a joyride. We’ll take it back, obviously,” he added with an eye roll after catching Aziraphale’s expression.

“I think museums are exciting,” Aziraphale huffed quietly. They had been together nearly all day and night for the last two weeks. While a majority of that time—especially the first few days after Armageddon—was spent shuttered in at one or the other’s flat, in recent days they had in fact spent a fair amount of time touring around the city’s culture and arts scene. And its five star restaurants. The angel admitted to himself that perhaps it was Crowley’s turn to choose their day’s itinerary. Within reason, of course. “Very well then,” he asked graciously, “what would you like to do this afternoon?”

Crowley seemed taken aback at the question. “Oh—well—besides the bit about the bus…eh…” he scrunched up his face and trailed off uncertainly.

Aziraphale permitted himself a small sigh. “Well, since you don’t actually have a suggestion, do you have any real objection to exploring the Tate Modern? I hear they have an excellent new Huguette Caland exhibition.”

“Oh, go on, just let me think for a moment, angel. I’ll come up with something.”

“Is this what you want our lives to be like from now on?” Aziraphale asked, exasperated. “Spending all morning bickering about what to do that afternoon—for the rest of eternity? Really, my dear, the thought of it.” He frowned, staring at the ducks swimming lazily across the pond. After a moment he glanced at Crowley, only to see the demon staring back at him with one eyebrow cocked, giving him a familiar look that was half-incredulous, half-smitten. “What?” Aziraphale demanded.

“The rest of eternity?” Crowley enunciated, grinning.

“Oh—well, yes—” Aziraphale stammered as he turned a faint shade of pink. “About that. It’s just, I’ve been thinking and—well, I had been meaning to—to raise the subject of, of—” his voice faltered and his gaze dropped to his hands clasped delicately in his lap. Crowley waited, watching him with the same maddening grin. “It’s just that—I’ve decided to take a step back from the bookstore.”

Crowley’s bemused expression was quickly replaced by one of genuine confusion. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak Aziraphale pressed on. “I’m not selling it! I’m just hiring a manager to oversee the day-to-day,” he explained. “I was thinking it might be nice…to have some more free time.” He looked up, carefully meeting Crowley’s gaze. “And since we are no longer beholden to our respective offices—or rather, now that I don’t feel bound by—well, I was thinking we could, I don’t know, go somewhere. Take a trip, perhaps.” He hesitated. “Or even—something more permanent. We could…” his voice trailed off again.

“Move somewhere?” Crowley suggested, after watching the angel flounder for another minute.

“Well yes, something like that.” Aziraphale beamed. He took Crowley’s hand in both of his. “We could get a house! Well, it wouldn’t have to be a house, necessarily—and only if you wanted to. I would completely understand if—”

“Angel, hush.” Crowley stretched his other arm across to place a finger on Aziraphale’s lips, then reached back to rummage in his pocket. He leaned back on his elbows again and casually tossed something into the angel’s lap.

Aziraphale released his hand and picked up the set of keys, staring at them with wonder. “What’s this, Crowley?” he asked, inspecting them closely.

“House keys, obviously. Well, not a house exactly. More of a cottage. Cottage keys.” Crowley answered with the best attempt at nonchalance he could muster.

“Wha—Where?” Aziraphale choked. His eyebrows furled. “What?”

Now it was Crowley’s turn to look uncomfortable. He tensed, staring straight ahead. “Er, ‘s nothing really. Just a little cottage in the South Downs. I was in the area a few years ago on some business, happened to pass by this little place and saw it was for sale. I thought, well, stone wall, lovely big garden, outdated furnishings, Aziraphale would love it.” He attempted a sardonic smile and snuck a quick glance at Aziraphale, who was still speechless and staring at the keys. Feeling his cool demeanor evaporating, Crowley rambled on. “And I had a little extra cash ‘cause of that whole business with the Olympic dressage team, so I figured, why not? Couldn’t hurt to have. Bit of an impulse buy, to be honest.” Aziraphale was still looking down at the keys clutched in his hands. His expression was difficult to read. A heavy silence stretched between them for a long moment.

Crowley felt his stomach dropping out of his body. He stared ahead as he felt his heart pounding in his ears. He considered spontaneously bursting into flame. “ ‘s too much, isn’t it? Too fast. Too pastoral. Yeah, I figured. Forget I said anything.” He was contemplating the quickest way to extricate himself from this conversation and drink himself into oblivion when Aziraphale finally spoke.

“My dear, did you say years?”

Crowley raised his eyes and saw that Aziraphale was looking back at him steadily. His expression was soft and intensely serious, and his eyes were watery. “Well, just a couple...” Crowley admitted nervously. Aziraphale held his gaze and Crowley found that, however much he wanted to, he couldn’t look away.

“I love you, too,” Aziraphale said simply. And he leaned in and kissed Crowley with an urgency that made the demon’s head swim. Then he lay down beside Crowley and rested his head on the demon’s shoulder. Reflexively, Crowley put his arms around him and settled back to lie flat on the grass. They lay together quietly for another minute. Crowley could feel his heart rate returning to normal as his breathing slowed until it was in sync with Aziraphale’s.

The angel finally broke the silence. “Well, I think a trip to the South Downs this weekend is in order. I want to see this lovely big garden for myself. And as for the furnishings, well, I’ll be the judge of whether they’re outdated. Although I’m sure I’ll want to change them anyways when we move in; there’s simply no accounting for taste with some of these old country houses.” He turned his head to see the smile spreading across Crowley’s face. Beaming in response, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease the demon just a little. “But really, my dear,” he admonished, “considering you’d bought us this cottage ages ago, when on earth were you planning to mention it to me?”

“When you asked, obviously,” Crowley responded with a smirk. He leapt abruptly to his feet then turned to lend Aziraphale a hand up. “Now then, angel,” he declared, “let’s go see about this Ms. Caland.”

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Just another CS MOVIE AU… Happy Valentine’s Day Ch 3/5.

Hello! Okay, so I bring you, musician!Killian AU inspired by Forever My Girl cause I see CS everywhere! Sorry, I’m stubborn and although I was told this should be a SF fic. Maybe I’m wrong but I couldn’t stop myself.

Maybe you guys can tell me if I was wrong…

I wanna thank @searchingwardrobes and @ilovemesomekillianjones for their Beta services. They each helped me so much.

So allow me to give you all Chapter 3 of my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you, my lovely shipmates.

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Sunday morning Killian got ready to go with his brother for the service. He was nervous since it was obvious the little town was not happy with him.

In front of the parishioners, Liam thought the best way to help his brother was to get the town to lighten up a bit.

"Good morning, everyone. Well, we got lucky, but it's been a rough week. In these dark times we should show mercy and forgiveness. Scripture says, "Bear with each other and forgive each other as the Lord has forgiven you." To forgive, sounds so easy, doesn't it? Yet it remains so profoundly difficult to achieve. Inside this church, we've always practiced forgiveness, haven't we? With that in mind, let's try today, to forgive those that have hurt us, and to move forward. If we can truly forgive, then we can truly be set free. Let us pray.”

The church was at full capacity, Killian had opted to stand by the door again. He saw Emma, Alice Hope, and David. Marian was next to a small boy with wavy dark hair. Sadly, still no Robin. There were so many people, a lot of them he didn’t recognize.

Once the service was over, Liam walked towards Killian.

“Brother, I'm glad you're here, stick around.”

“Pastor Jones.” The older woman smiled fondly at Liam.

“Hello. Killian, remember Ms. Lucas?”

Killian subconsciously soothed the spot the older woman had hit the other day. “Ms. Lucas, always a pleasure.”

“Killian.” She walked away smiling.

Marian and a very adorable boy with dimples approached Killian to say hello and shake his hand. Soon some familiar faces, among them Ashley and Anna approached him to say hi and shake his hand. Some faces not too familiar but welcoming. Everyone made their way to greet Killian, they all acted like he’d never left.

Alice Hope had sneaked a peek or two towards Killian’s direction throughout her uncle’s sermon. She was nervous, she was going to meet her father. Okay, she had met him before but that was before knowing who he was.

Liam and Killian were animatedly talking to some of the parishioners when Emma and Alice Hope approached.

“Hi, Liam, Killian.” Emma smiled nervously.

“Hello, lass.” Both of the Jones Brothers replied simultaneously.

Alice Hope tugged her mother’s hand. “Hi Uncle Liam. Hello Killian, or do I call you dad?”

“Hello, little one.” Liam smiled fondly at her. “I’m going to give you guys some privacy to talk.”

“Oh, there is no need for that Liam. Killian, Alice Hope and I were wondering if you would like to join us for family dinner tonight?” Emma rushed out the invitation.

“I would love too, but only if you’re both sure?” Killian questioned.

Alice Hope smiled at him and nodded her approval. Emma looked at her and met her smile with a smile of her own, “The kid said she wanted to get to know you, so she will.”

“I accept your invitation with pleasure.” He smiled at them both. “Lass, will your lovely brother be there tonight?”

Emma snickered. “No, I told him it was a dinner for you and Alice Hope to get to know each other.”

“I’m sure he loved that. He has always acted more like a father than a brother,” Killian reminded her.

“But to answer your question, Dave will not be there.”

Killian stroked his beard, and smiled, “I accept, should I bring anything?”

“No, just show up this time.” Emma couldn’t help make the comment as Alice Hope squeezed her mother’s hand.

Killian scratched behind his ear as he smiled at his little girl and answered, “I will be there.”

“Good, we’ll see you at 7:00 P.M.,” Emma confirmed with her ex.

“Aye.” Killian’s gaze landed on Emma.

Emma broke off the brief moment, swinging her daughter’s hand as they walked away, leaving Killian behind to wait for his brother’s return.

Killian was more nervous than when he would perform in front of thousands of people. After Emma and Alice Hope had left him, he excused himself with his brother and decided to take a drive to the store. He did not wish to attend empty handed to dinner.

He didn’t know Alice Hope well enough, but he figured one cannot go wrong with a stuffed animal His gift for Emma was intimate, he really hoped she wouldn’t throw it at his head. Killian now stood in front of Emma’s home with a giant duckling and a swan necklace he could not resist buying. He had purchased a pair of jeans for himself and a few v-neck shirts. He was beyond nervous, his hair a mess because of all the times he’d ran his fingers through it. He wore dark jeans and chose an old flannel shirt he found in his childhood room, instead of one of his recent purchases. It was time to finally get to know his daughter. He knocked loudly on the door. The house looked well taken care of. While he waited for someone to answer the door, he reminisced about their first date. He remembered feeling so nervous, ironically a feeling he shared this time also.

The door opened to reveal mother and daughter standing together united. Alice Hope smiled at him while holding on to her mother’s hand. “Come in Killian,” Emma encouraged her ex to enter her home. “I hope you don’t mind, but I picked up some lasagne from Granny’s.”

Killian smiled, “Are you sure that’s safe for me to eat? She’s not my biggest fan.”

Emma laughed, “She might not like you, but she loves me and Alice Hope.” She shrugged.

Killian looked around the house as he walked in. The place looked the same from when they were young, but it had a warm feeling that he had always associated with Emma, it felt like home.

He stood still as if briefly transported back in time. In his mind, he could see a young blonde lass running around in the living room followed by a young dark-haired lad laughing as he finally caught up and was tickling her. Her giggles echoing in his memory.

Emma cleared her throat to gain his attention. “Hey this way. You act like you’ve never been here before.” She tilted her head and playfully raised her eyebrows towards the dinner table where Alice Hope was finishing setting up the table.

Killian approached the table slowly. His mind playing cruel jokes. The image of a loving family enjoying dinner at the table together. If only he would have followed the original plan all those years ago this would have been real. He stood in front of one of the chairs and looked at the meal, he had enjoyed gourmet meals on tours, but a lasagne with a simple tossed salad had never looked as appealing as it did now.

Emma cleared her throat, “Hey are you ready?”

Killian looked at her and simply smiled, “Yes, so where do you want me?”

Emma blushed lightly at the question. Killian was still waiting for an answer. Alice Hope looked at her parents interaction and simply rolled her eyes.

“You can sit there,” Emma pointed at the chair he was in front of. “Normally, David sits there, but he is not coming.”

Killian nodded as he rushed to move the chair for her to sit on and smiled to Alice Hope. His daughter caught his meaning as she paused while Killian made his way to her and gently moved her chair. Finally, he made his way to his assigned seat and sat down. He put down the stuffed animal in the far corner.

“Are you sure David won’t mind if I sit in his chair?” he asked while nervously reaching for his ear.

Emma leaned over giggling, “It will be our little secret,” and winked at him.

Killian smiled at her and focused on Alice Hope. This was about her, not flirting with her mother. “Alice Hope, I got you this,” he handed her the duckling, “I know it’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

She smiled, “I’m too old for stuffed animals, and it’s kind of big, but it’s nice. Thank you.” she sits it in the chair next to her.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get you something and since we just met, I--” His ears were red. “How about we get to know each other, that way I won’t buy you anymore stuffed animals.” He winked at her. “Little love, tell me what’s your favorite color?”

Alice Hope scrunches her nose, “My favorite color is--” she looks at her mother who smiles fondly at her, “green, like mom’s eyes.”

Killian tilts his head as he admires Emma from his seat, “Your mum does have lovely eyes.”

The small talk continued with questions ranging from favorite food to favorite school subject.

There was never an awkward moment between the adults and the young girl. The night was quickly approaching.

“Alice Hope, I think it’s time for bed now. Say goodnight to Killian, your dad, and get ready for bed. Don’t forget to brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a second to tuck your in, okay.” Emma gave her daughter a smile as she got up to clear the table.

“Okay, mom, is it okay if my dad, tucks me in?” Alice Hope asked with her big puppy blue eyes.

Emma stared at her for a few seconds, “If it’s okay with Kilian, I have no problem.” She smiled as she headed to the kitchen with the dirty dishes.

Killian was just rising from his seat but freezes at his daughter's request. He realized he had stayed quiet for too long without responding, unable to put together coherent words he simply stammered, “I would love to, little love. I will be up there in a second.”

Alice Hope smiled and turned to run up the stairs. Killian watched her go and once she was out of sight, he followed Emma to the kitchen. She was washing dishes with her back to him.

“Love, are you okay with me tucking her in?” Killian asked as he entered.

“This dinner was for you two to bond, and it’s what she wants.” Emma finally turned to him, “She’s in my old room. Go and make sure she washed her teeth. She is a sneaky one, just like her father.”

Killian snorted, “If memory serves, I’m not the only one she inherited her sneakiness from.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he made his exit, and Emma giggled at his antics.

Killian found Alice Hope in her bed, waiting for him. She studied him with her blue eye, his mother’s eyes. He walked in and looked around the room. His daughter is too much like her mother: a tomboy. That was why they connected at such an early age. She loved playing outdoors, running around, kicking a soccer ball, and arguing about the proper name for it. Soccer or football?

“Little love, did you want me to read you a story?” he asks, scratching behind his ear. He knew his nerves were showing because he could feel the excess moisture on his forehead.

“I’m good, but maybe you can sing for me? Mom listens to your music, but I think it will be nice.”

He smiled fondly, “How about I sing to you one of my mum’s favorite lullabies? I know you’re too old, but I would love for you to know something of your namesake.”

She smiled, “Okay, I’d love to hear it. Uncle Liam gets so sad when I ask about her.”

“Lay down and close your eyes, little love.” She did as he asked and his soft voice started:

“My love said to me

My Mother won't mind

And my Father won't slight you

For your lack of kind

Then she stepped away from me

And this she did say

It will not be long love

'Til our wedding day.

She stepped away from me

And she moved through the Fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And she went her way homeward

With one star awake

As the swans in the evening

Move over the lake

The people were saying

No two e'er were wed

But one has a sorrow

That never was said

And she smiled as she passed me

With her goods and her gear

And that was the last

That I saw of my dear.

I dreamed it last night

That my true love came in

So softly she entered

Her feet made no din

She came close beside me

And this she did say

It will not be long love

Till our wedding day.”

As he finished singing, he got up from the bed and was about to slip out.

“Dad, do you want to pick me up from school tomorrow? We can talk more,” her soft sleepy voice asked.

“I’d be honored to.” He smiled as he closed the door so she would finally fall asleep.

While Killian was upstairs with Alice Hope, Emma went to her porch and sat down on the top step. A familiar old brown truck parked in front of the house.

“Shit,” Emma mutters.

David strode toward her quickly. “Please, tell me Killian is not inside. Emma, you cannot let him in your life again.”

“David, I love you, you know that, but this is not about me. This is about my kid. She wants to get to know him. I know you don’t approve, but I don’t want her to grow up without knowing her father.” Emma sighed and stood up to block her brother’s way.

“He is going to do it again, he is going to leave, and this time it will be so much worse because he will not only leave you broken hearted but Hopey too. I hope it’s worth it.” He turned around and left her standing there with her mouth open. Once in his truck, he peeled out and soon the brake lights faded into the night.

As her brother’s truck disappeared Killian came outside to join her. “Was that Dave?”

“Yeah.” She kept her eyes on the road her brother just disappeared into.

“Is everything okay?” His concern is evident in his voice.

“He wasn’t happy you were here, but he will learn to deal with it.” Emma shrugged. “Is she down for the night?”

“I believe so, she asked for me to pick her up from school. I’m hoping that’s okay with you?” With nervous energy he waited for her response.

“I said that it was up to her, and she wants to spend time with you. Yeah, that’s okay, no problem.” Emma confirmed. “Are you leaving?”

“I just figured it would be best if I didn’t overstay my welcome. Before I go, Emma, I have something for you.” He was digging through his shirt’s pocket, and then a jewelry box came into view. Emma gasped. “Relax I’m not proposing,” Killian quickly assured her. His eyes went wide when he realized his mistake. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, that was insensitive of me, I saw this and I thought of you, I hope I’m not overstepping.” Killian handed her the box. “I hope you like it.”

Emma studied his face and accepted the box. She opened it and was greeted with a swan necklace. It was a simple silver swan. “Thanks, but you shouldn’t have troubled yourself. I’m sorry I cannot accept it. The duckling for Alice Hope was enough, although highly unnecessary. She needs to get to know you, not gifts.”  

“Emma, I swear I’m in it for the long haul. I will not let you down.” Killian assured her, his eyes full of promise. He accepted the necklace back with a sad smile. “Or Alice Hope.” He played with the little black box. “I should go, but I will be on time to pick the little one up.”

“Alright, that sounds good. Can you drop her off at the shop for me? Actually take her home with you. That way she gets to spend more time with you and with Liam.” Emma smiled, encouraging him with a slight eyebrow raise.

“That sounds lovely. Until tomorrow, love.” He bowed slightly and started towards his car.

The next day Killian woke up with a calmness in him. He got ready while softly humming his mother’s lullaby. He found his brother sitting at the kitchen table, a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and some fresh coffee waiting. “Morning, Liam,” Killian greeted as he served up a plate of food.

“Good morning, little brother,” Liam smiled as he met Killian’s gaze.

“It’s younger brother,” Killian corrected, taking a bite of his toast.

“I take it things went well?”

Killian smiled his response. “I’m picking up Alice from school. Emma suggested I bring her here to spend some time with us. Is that okay, or should I take her to the park?”

Liam rolled his eyes, “This is her home as well as yours. She is family and always welcomed. There is no need to ask for permission. Besides Ali and I haven’t had our weekly visit.”

“You guys are really close aren’t you?” There was a tinge of jealousy in Killian’s tone.

“Killian, you will get there. I think you are doing an amazing job. You just found out you had a daughter, and instead of running away you’ve embraced the idea. You want to spend time with her. I think you are close to falling in love with her.” Liam smiled as he put his plate in the sink. “Oh, and by the way little brother, it’s your turn to wash the dishes, I made breakfast.”

“Liam before you go, I have a few questions I’ve been curious about. Where’s Elsa and is Emma dating Graham?” Killian asked nonchalantly as he finished his food.

Liam sighed, “Elsa is visiting her aunt Ingrid.”

Killian got up and made his way to the sink. “Ingrid, her aunt that lives in Bangor?”

Liam snorted, “Yes, that’s her,” he wags his eyebrows. “She got married a few years ago.”

Killian smiled, “I cannot believe she got someone to marry her. Wasn’t she a bit of an ice queen?”

“Killian, she wasn’t so bad,” Liam scolded his brother.

Killian laughed, “To me she was, she only had a soft spot for you, brother. She thought you hung the moon. I was not good enough for Emma. She has always loved her as her own. Once you finally admit your feelings for Elsa, she will be thrilled.”

“Very funny brother, I don’t have feelings for Elsa,” Liam crossed his arms stubbornly, “and there is nothing more to discuss about her.”

“If you say so brother, what of Graham? Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen Ruby either.” Killian’s brow raised as he waited for his brother’s answer.

“Ruby is around, she’s in charge of the diner now, so she’s busy. Once a week the girls have their night out, but since Elsa is out of town and Marian is taking care of Robin that will have to wait.” Liam paused for a second, “As for Graham, how is that any of your business whether or not Emma finally gave him a chance?”

“Liam, I know it’s not my business but-- never mind forget it.” Killian scrubbed the dirty dishes with his back turned to his brother.

“If you truly want to know, I suggest you ask Emma. I’ll see you later.”

Hours later Killian waited on the hood of his car  outside Alice Hope’s school. He laughed a little as it was once his school too. Some things never change, he thought as he noticed fliers for the annual talent show.

The bell rang and soon all the children were running out of the school. His breath hitched when he saw the top of her head approaching him. It was not lost on him that every child and adult were staring at him, but he just ignored them. He couldn’t stop his smile as he gazed at his little girl. Her big smile was contagious.

“Hello, little love. How was school?” Killian asked as he guided her to his car.

She stopped and looked at him, “I don’t think mom will approve.” Alice Hope said matter of factly, pointing to the car.

“Why not?” he asked as he inspected the vehicle.

“Well, mom has a list of safe cars,” she air quoted, “she is looking to buy a new car, but it has to be dependable and most important safe. That’s what she keeps telling Uncle David.”

“Ah, I see, and this car is not on the list.”

Alice Hope smiled, “She studied all kinds of cars, and convertibles have low survival rates in crashes. She also thinks I’m too small for my age,” she peeked inside the car, “and you don’t have a car seat.”

“Does your Uncle Liam’s truck pass inspection?” Killian inquired of his little girl.

“Of course, silly. Uncle Liam picks me up when mom is too busy or if it’s our day.”

“Good, little love, how about we walk to the park and I call him to pick us up over there.” Killian fished out his phone from his pocket.

“You can push me on the swing,” she exclaimed, “but you have to push hard.”

He snorted a laugh, “How about I safely push you on the swings, little love. I don’t want your mum to be cross with me.” He gave her his best puppy eyes.

“I won’t tell her if you don’t,” she giggled.

Killian only smiled. They walked to the park holding hands and talking about her favorite food, grilled cheese, like her mom. As he pushed her on the swings at a safe pace, much to her dismay, he told her about his childhood memories. Most of them featured her mother, whether they were playing tag, hide and seek or football. They were thick as thieves. They didn’t wait long for Liam’s truck to arrive. The honk went almost unheard. They walked towards a waiting Liam with smiles on their faces.

They arrive at the Jones’ house and Alice Hope runs inside and heads to the kitchen to grab one of her juices. “Uncle Liam, what are you gonna make to eat? I’m so hungry!”

“Ali, you’re always hungry. Are you sure you’re not a little monster?” Liam grabbed, and tickled her as he probed, “I don’t think you are a simple little girl.”

She giggled at him, “Uncle Liam! Please, stop, I can’t breathe.”

“Okay, little one, how about some grilled cheese, your favorite.” Her beaming smile was answer enough. “Off you go.” Killian, you should go with her and keep her company. There's no telling what kind of mischief she will get into if she's left to her own devices. Might I remind you, she's your daughter and the apple didn't fall far from the tree." Liam quirked an eyebrow.

"Oi! I was a very well behaved lad," Killian rebuffed as he followed his daughter to the backyard.

Liam decided on some grilled cheese sandwiches and a nice tomato soup. He was taking his time to give his brother and niece more time together.

Killian and Alice Hope finally entered the house. “Little love, we’ve been thinking about planting some Middlemist. They were your grandmother’s favorite, I was wondering if you would like to help us? We can make it a Jones activity.” Killian lightly bumped her with his hip.

“Yeah, I could help. Maybe we can get mom to help too?” She gave him a little hopeful smile.

“We shall ask her if she wants to join us.” He led her to his old room. “I thought it would only be fair for me to show you my room since you showed me yours.” Killian pondered for a minute as he noticed her hesitation as they near the room. “Alice Hope little love, have you been inside?”

“Uh, nope. Uncle Liam said it was bad form to invade other people’s privacy.” She shrugged as she walked past him inside his room.

“I’m your father, he didn’t say anything about me, ever?” Killian felt a little hurt at the realization that he was only a glorified sperm donor. He planned to change all that though.

“No, they never said anything. I mean mom or Uncle Liam. I thought he was my uncle like Uncle Graham, but she did tell me he was my dad’s brother.” She paused for a second, “I could see the sadness in her eyes.” His little girl looked down, “I wanted to ask about you, but I knew it hurt mom. So I didn’t.” She smiles, “So I never spent the night, we would come visit for a little bit. Mostly Uncle Liam visits us.”

“I see, well how about we rectify that now? Let’s get to know each other. Come now, don’t be shy.”

She took his invitation to snoop happily. Seeing an old guitar, Alice Hope grabbed it. “This is cool! Does it still work?” She inspected it closely, gently caressing it.

“Aye, little love, though it might be out of tune. This guitar,” he took a deep breath, “my mum got it for me, it was my first guitar, she taught me how to play it. My mum had a beautiful voice. She loved to sing, to play,” he said, strumming the guitar. “You remind me of her, She would have adored you.” His eyes watered, but he continued playing, improvising a melody as she watched intently.

A light knock interrupted father and daughter. “Sorry guys but the food is ready,” Liam said, “come on now. Ali, your mum wants you to give her a ring once you are finished eating.”

Alice Hope simply nodded.

“Come on, little love, let’s see what Uncle Liam has prepared.” He put the guitar down and followed Liam. His little girl followed suit but paused to turn back and grab the guitar. She carried it to the living room and gently put it down then rushed to the kitchen where Killian and Liam were waiting for her.

“Allow me, little love.” Killian pulled out her chair.

She blushed as she walked to the chair in front of her dad and sat down.  

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” Killian asked Liam.

“As you know brother, that is Ali’s favorite, but instead of those dreadful onion rings I thought I’d add something healthier,” Liam replied with a grin.

Alice Hope gasped, “Uncle Liam, don’t let my mom hear you.” She took a bite of her sandwich. “It’s delicious,” she exclaimed after swallowing the buttery cheesy goodness.

Killian laughed contently and agreed, “It is brother. Thank you.”

“I’m happy you are both enjoying it.”

Over dinner Killian told Liam about the plan he and Alice Hope had come up with for her to help them with the Middlemist garden, which Liam thought was a great idea. When they finished dinner Liam began to clear the table.

“Let me help, you cooked. It’s only fair.” Killian quickly came to his aid and directed his attention to Alice. “Little love, can you sit in the living room, and entertain yourself for a minute or so.” Killian smiled fondly at her.

She got up and went to the living room. She was drawn to the guitar she’d placed there before dinner. Picking it up, she slowly placed it on her lap as her dad had. She strummed the strings of the guitar in the same melodic way.

As they finished in the kitchen, Killian could hear the faint music, and approached slowly, Liam not too far behind. Killian turned to look at his brother, cocking his head. Liam simply shrugs.

“Little love?”

Alice Hope stopped playing and looked up. “I’m sorry, you said to entertain myself, and I...”

Killian quickly interrupted her, “You’re not in trouble, have you played before?”

She relaxed, “No, this is my first time. I just watched you earlier.” She looked a little confused.

“I think it’s time I take you guitar shopping, you are a natural,” Killian said, awestruck.

Liam smiled, “I told you the apple didn’t fall from the tree.”

Alice Hope beamed at her father, “Okay, but you tell mom,” she gulped, “I better call her. I forgot.” She winces apologetically.

“No need to worry, little love, I’ll call her.” Killian grinned to himself as he called Emma. He was proud of his little girl.

[loubabykitten]

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Just a walk in the park (124k, chaptered) - Jurassic Park au

It's 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, "Jurassic Park".

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a "gut feeling" that it will change their lives. He isn't wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

Who we used to be (29k, one shot)

“The doctor said he might remember,” Gemma said. “If he was around familiar things. Mum thinks that means he needs to stay with her forever, spend all day looking at old baby pictures and school photos. But he remembers all that perfectly. It’s living with you and your weird gang of lost boys that he doesn’t remember.”

“And you think the best way to jog his memory is some weird kind of full-emersion re-enactment?”

”It might be,” said Gemma. “It can’t hurt to try.”

An au where Harry and Louis used to be together, and then they broke up, and now Harry can’t remember any of it.

Better still, be my winding wheel (179k, chaptered)

Future fic. The band goes on their last tour.

Taken over by the feeling (53k, one shot) - adult au, bakery owner!harry, magazine editor!louis

After almost a year  of increasingly troubling behavior, Louis agrees to let his sister live with him. It's a last resort before more drastic measures are taken by their mom.

Harry Styles runs Given A Chance, a program for troubled and disadvantaged teens out of the bakery he owns. He offers the kids in his program what he believes they need to start on a different and better path for their lives.

Louis learns all too quickly that Harry's goodwill does not extend to him. Only because he happens to remind Harry of an ex he'd rather forget. It's not the smoothest of beginnings, but in the end Louis' own issues might be the real problem.

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Tulsa veteran promotes justice while serving those in need: 'That could be any of us' Through Vernon AME Church, Fred Freeman has helped feed thousands during the pandemic. Freeman is the music minister/treasurer at Vernon, and a Vietnam veteran. Fred Freeman prepares corn for the food ministry he leads on March 10, 2021 in Tulsa, OK. Freeman is the music minister/treasurer at Vernon AME Church, and the volunteer leader behind the church food ministry that has fed thousands during the pandemic. He’s also a decorated Vietnam veteran who received a Bronze Star for meritorious service. On March 10, Fred Freeman volunteers for the food ministry he leads through Vernon AME Church. He’s also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer. What a given day’s lunch menu is going to look like, Fred Freeman usually doesn’t know in advance. But, so far, it’s never failed to come to him. “Most days, it’s whatever the Holy Spirit puts on my heart,” said the volunteer cook. Fred Freeman prepares to-go plates for the food ministry he leads through Vernon AME Church. He’s also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer, as well as a decorated Vietnam veteran. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World One of the leaders behind a Vernon AME Church food ministry that has served almost 300,000 free meals since last spring, Freeman followed that spiritual prompting one day last week in preparing barbecue meatballs and a side of corn on the cob. “I might do wings tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll see.” The church, which has received donations from far and wide to keep up the daily meal program, began the effort in 2020 in response to the COVID-19 pandemic. At its peak, more than 100 people were coming by each day to pick up lunches, church leaders said. Breakfast is also served on certain days. For Freeman, who is also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer, it’s been a daily reminder to count his blessings. He hasn’t had to face the same hardships others have during the pandemic. But the idea of surviving one day at a time — like so many have to do — is at least something that Freeman is familiar with. It’s how he made it through Vietnam, he said. A former Army sergeant, Freeman was just 20 years old in 1969 when he was sent overseas. He served a year in the war and was awarded a Bronze Star for meritorious service. “Early on, I developed the mindset that I was going to do what I needed to do so I could get back home,” Freeman said. “When I think back now, though, I think there was a part of me that always thought that wasn’t going to happen.” ‘This is real’ A native of St. Louis, where he graduated from high school, Freeman was in college when he was drafted. From there, he was trained in communications and assigned to the 13th Signal Battalion, 1st Cavalry Division. Fred Freeman served in Vietnam and earned a Bronze Star for meritorious service. A former Army sergeant, Freeman was just 20 years old in 1969 when he was sent overseas.  Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World Freeman’s baptism into warfare would come just days after arriving in Vietnam, when he experienced his first rocket attack. “I’ll never forget it. It was Easter Sunday morning — about 6 in the morning,” he said. “We already realized that at any moment our lives could be taken. But that (attack) brought it home. “I thought, ‘OK, this is real. I could be gone at any time.’” Freeman’s main job was to travel to Army units out in the field and set up their communications so they could to talk to headquarters. For the task, he’d bring along a small team of three or four soldiers. “We’d take our equipment with us and have to build our own bunkers. Then we’d set up their communications. The job usually took about a week or two.” Serving units in the field sometimes meant facing the same dangers they did. Freeman recalls one night when word came that Viet Cong guerrillas were about to overrun their site. “We had just gotten our bunker finished,” he said, adding that the news sent everyone scrambling. “Everyone was up. Everyone had to go on guard duty. There were Cobra helicopters in the air, scanning the area with their lights. It was scary.” Thankfully, the attack did not materialize. It was about six months into his yearlong tour, Freeman said, that he first felt the war’s cost personally. While in basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, he had made a friend named Darnell Harvey. Harvey was from Chicago. They ended up in different units, but the men stayed in touch. Freeman still remembers the shock he felt upon learning Harvey had been killed in action. “He was point man on a patrol when he was shot by the Viet Cong,” he said. “It was a blow,” Freeman added. “He was such a good guy.” Through Vernon AME Church, Fred Freeman has helped feed thousands during the pandemic. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World Today, Harvey’s name is among the thousands engraved on the nation’s Vietnam Veterans Memorial. Freeman has never visited the memorial wall or the smaller touring version, he said. He’s been hesitant to — afraid that he might recognize other names. However, recently he made up his mind the time has come. “I think it might be good for me to go,” he said. “It’s on my list for when things open up again and we can travel.” ‘Always a better way’ One of Freeman’s side roles in Vietnam was serving on what was called a “racial contact team.” Consisting of him and three white soldiers in his company, the team was supposed to be the first point of contact for any race-related complaints. The idea was to “not let things blow up,” Freeman said. “To see what the real problem is and try to peacefully work through it.” The unit never had any problems, he said. “I think we were just too focused on staying alive.” But the principles and techniques he learned have stayed with him. Fred Freeman prepares for the food ministry he leads on March 10, 2021 in Tulsa, OK. Freeman is the music minister/treasurer at Vernon AME Church, and the volunteer leader behind the church food ministry that has fed thousands during the pandemic. He’s also a decorated Vietnam veteran who received a Bronze Star for meritorious service. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World A member at Vernon for almost 50 years — since 1973 when he moved to Tulsa — Freeman has embraced the church’s mission of racial justice through nonviolence. In that, he’s often stood alongside the Rev. Robert Turner, Vernon’s pastor and a leading voice on race-related issues in Tulsa, including police reform and reparations for the 1921 Race Massacre. “You don’t have to be violent. There are other ways to get the message out and effect change,” Freeman said. “That’s the kind of philosophy I try to instill in folks I come in contact with — that there’s always a better way.” He’s similarly thoughtful about the church’s food ministry. “The people that come to us in need — that could be any of us, you know,” Freeman said. “I’m just thrilled that this church is able to provide for them. I’m grateful that our pastor had the vision to ask if we could do it.” The church started out using its own funds, Freeman said, before word spread and donations began pouring in from the community and around the country. “I know it’s what God wanted us to do,” he said. “Because he’s providing a way for us to do it.” On March 10, Fred Freeman volunteers for the food ministry he leads through Vernon AME Church. He’s also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer, as well as a decorated Vietnam veteran. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World However long the need continues and the church can help meet it, Freeman plans to be in the middle of the effort. He’s at a time in life where he can focus fully on what’s become a twofold mission: serving those in need while promoting justice for all. “I think that’s why the Lord has kept me here for these almost 73 years,” Freeman said. Through Vernon AME Church, Fred Freeman has helped feed thousands during the pandemic. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World tim.stanley@tulsaworld.com Subscribe to our Daily Headlines newsletter. Source link Orbem News #Bunker #Christianity #church #country #darnellharvey #Food #fredfreeman #full-longform #Justice #leonardwood #meatball #military #Promotes #robertturner #serving #soldier #Task #Tulsa #vernonamechurch #veteran #vietcong #Vietnam #war #weaponry

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Emmanuel Church at Brook Hill

1214 Wilmer Avenue Built, 1860 Architect, Clifton A. Hall VDHR 043-0103

October 2017

The church with a Northern twin.

October 2017

Emmanuel Church began as the dream of two brothers, John and Daniel Kerr Stewart. The two brothers were born on the Island of Bute, near Rothesay, in the West of Scotland. They arrived in Virginia in the 1830s. Finding prosperity in the business of tobacco and cotton, John Stewart accrued enough wealth to purchase the Brook Hill estate in 1842. The financial security of the Stewarts provided for the construction of Emmanuel Church, seven and five-sixths acres of land, salary for the clergy, and presumably the retention of an architect to design the church.

October 2017

The first organizational meeting of the church took place on March 14, 1859 and was attended by the Stewart brothers and "persons friendly to the establishment of a Protestant Episcopal Church in the neighborhood of Brook The church was built in response to the needs of the Brook Hill community. Prior to the construction of Emmanuel, residents in the vicinity of Brook Hill and the Stewarts at Brook Hill itself were required to make a considerable journey into the city of Richmond to worship.

October 2017

By November 1859, the building committee had engaged an architect for the new church. Marion Stewart Peterkin (I849-1942), daughter of John Stewart, one of the founders of Emmanuel Church, named Charles Griffith Hall as the architect. She recalled,

“... in 1859, Mr. Charles Hall of Providence, Rhode Island (who was the architect for Dr. Haxall's house on the corner of Grace and Sixth Streets now known as Dr. McGuire's house [no longer extant]) appeared with blue prints and estimates, my older sisters scented building, and soon the foundation of both the Rectory and Emmanuel were dug.”

October 2017

Currently no documentation has been found to firmly establish Charles Hall's role in the construction of Emmanuel. Architectural historian Michael Comgan who focuses on Ernmanuel in his study of the Gothic style in Virginia antebellum churches attributes the church's design to another member of the Hall family. Comgan states,

It is not surprising that Emmanuel should manifest some stylistic connections to [Richard] Upjohn, because it was designed by Clion A. Hall 11826-19131, a Boston born architect who established himself in Providence, Rhode Island around 1850, shortly after Upjohn's Grace Church with asymmetric tower and spire was constructed there.

(Wikimedia) — Trinity Methodist Church, Providence Rhode Island

He continues,

“The attribution of Emmanuel's design to Hall would perhaps not be so strong if Hall had not reproduced the design for a church built in Providence only five years later. Hall, a parishioner of Trinity Methodist congregation, chose to reuse his design for Emmanuel Church for the new Trinity Methodist Church, 1864-1865.

“The two churches are very similar in form, volume and detail. While Trinity has aisles under separate roofs and a large pointed window in the facade gable, in all other respects the two churches are die. Obviously Hall who designed churches, schools and public buildings in Rhode Island, considered his design for Emmanuel successful enough to reproduce it for his own congregation.”

(VDHR) — 1999 nomination photo

The connection between Mrs. Peterkin's recollection and Mr. Comgan's attribution is that Charles Hall and Clifton Hall were father and son. The Halls had established a family architectural practice, C.G. Hall & Son, around 1850 in Providence. With the close professional association between father and son, it is logical to assume that the design of Emmanuel is indebted to the Hall family.

In its massing Trinity Church is almost a mirror image of Emmanuel. Although larger, it possesses the same offset tower, and gable-front sanctuary plan as its earlier predecessor. The smooth flowing tower-spire arrangements at both churches are the same, except that the second level at Trinity is more vertical in proportion. The main building of the Providence church has the same broad gabled roof but utilizes a large lancet window in the facade gable, probably to accommodate the church's lighting needs.

October 2017

The precedent of this important design is Emmanuel Church at Brook Hill. The resemblance between the two churches is strong enough to mark them as created by the same hand. Comgan's establishment of the younger Hall as the architect is substantiated by mention of Hall's work in the South found in his obituary.

The congregation took an unusual step in employing a Northern architect to design the church. Generally a local architect would be called upon for this type of construction. Virginia possessed a number of qualified and talented architects in this period as well as many familiar with the Gothic style. Emmanuel's choice represents sophistication unique in a country parish.

(Find A Grave) — Bishop Richard Hooker Wilmer

The foundation was laid in 1859 and was finished in June 1860. The church was consecrated on July 6, 1860. A contemporary account of the ceremony in a local newspaper awarded the following praise, "One of the handsomest church edifices in Virginia has just been completed on Brooke Turnpike, four miles from Richmond, and also a beautiful rectory for the use of clergyman, Rev. Richard Wilmer."

One of the first individuals contacted by the Stewarts was the Reverend Richard Hooker Wilmer (1816-1900). Wilmer was a native Virginian who had developed a good reputation for his pastoral work and preaching in nearby areas of the state. Wilmer remained at Emmanuel until 1862. On March 6, 1862, Wilmer was consecrated at St. Paul's Church in Richmond as the second bishop of Alabama." He is distinguished as being the only bishop consecrated in the Protestant Episcopal Church in the Confederate States of America.

October 2017

Emmanuel's completion in 1860 makes it perhaps the last Gothic revival church built before the beginning of the Civil War. Situated within 12.576 wooded acres on the outskirts of Richmond, Emmanuel was in close proximity to many battles outside the city. In those early years, the church was passed by soldiers of both armies and served occasionally as a hospital. Many Confederate soldiers were buried in the cemetery.

Emmanuel was part of the Protestant Episcopal Church of the Confederate States of America during this time. However Emmanuel was established as a free church and allowed the black community to attend services.

October 2017

Emmanuel Church represents one of the last examples-if not the last example--of Antebellum Gothic Revival churches in the United States. It is ironic that the last church of this style built before the separation of the country was constructed in the South by a Northern architect. It is an exceptional illustration of the late phase of the Gothic Revival. Emmanuel represents the widespread appeal of the Gothic Revival in the United States. This style was the adopted design of the Episcopal Church. (VDHR)

Rocket Werks thanks Betty Milligan, who graciously provided a tour of the church and its grounds.

[arviecanada-blog]

Script of Mga Ibong Mandaragit by Amado Hernandes (english version)

scene 1; narrator: Andoy is a slave of don Segundo monteros' house. Don Segundo told the  Japanese soldiers to arrest andoy because don Segundo finds out that he is a guerilla( a type of irregular warfare: that is, it aims not simply to defeat an enemy, but to win popular support and political influence, to the enemy's cost). Andoy and his two friends that are also a guerrilla escaped from the house of Don Segundo. They decided to go to the house of Tata Matyas. Andoy: It looks like we're all tired, we need to rest and let the day pass until morning. Karyo: That's a good idea, Andoy Martin: Wait, I think that's the house of Tata Matyas Andoy: that's right, come on, faster| narrator: And the three  guerrillas' reached the house of tata Matyas                        Tata Matyas: Oh, what are you doing here? and who are they? Andoy: we're here because we're  being hunted by the Japanese soldiers' scene 2: narrator: tata Matyas welcomes them to his house. tata matyas gives them all the food that tata Matyas has. after they ate the food, karyo, and martin takes a rest and went to sleep. while tata Matyas and andoy are busy telling a story about the time when Dr. Jose Rizal created its own works which are " Noli Me Tangere" and " El Filibusterismo." Tata Matyas believes that the treasure of Simon Ibarra (which is the antagonist of the story) is true and he told Andoy that he knows the exact location of the treasure. Tata Matyas: it can be found on the sea of atimonan Andoy: oh, really? if that's true, tomorrow after the sunrise, we will try to find the treasure and I'll promise that if we found it I'll give you money because of welcoming us to your house and for telling me about the treasure. SCENE 3: narrator: the three guerrillas went to the sea of atimonan to find the treasure that tata Matyas said. They are all excited to find the treasure because it can help them to become rich and wealthy men. Andoy: I think we're really close to the location of the chest karyo:  come on, we need to find it as faster as we can because there are lots of shark on this sea. Martin: What are you waiting for? let's dive in and find the chest narrator: They continue to dive into the deeper part of the sea, and when they reached the deeper part, andoy saw the chest and they helped each other to lift up the chest to the boat. Unfortunately, when they're near in the boat Karyo he sacrificed his life for his two friends from the shark attack. Andoy: karyo! Martin:karyo! Andoy: wait for me, I’ll save you from that stupid shark Martin: Never mind him, we don’t need him, we need the chest so let the shark take care of him Andoy: don’t be stupid martin, he is our friend and I don’t want to lose him Martin: but you cant save him anymore, he is gone (Martin sails the boat) Scene 4: Narrator: Martin and andoy finally reached the seashore but martin has an intention to kill andoy because he wants to get the chest by his self and be a wealthy man. Andoy: Come on martin, we need to go to tata Matyas, because I promised him to give a share Martin : okay (evil laugh) ( andoy turns back) Fight scene until karyo died Andoy: im sorry my friend but it’s your fault Narrator: that scar on his right cheeks result to disguise as mando plaridel to have a revenge to don segundo montero Mando (andoy) created a newspaper, the “kampilan” that has content about corrupt politicians. Mando requested his friend Magat to keep his newspaper and to take charge on his newspaper. mando bought a  new house in manila to tata matyas live there. Mando wants to tour the world to gain more learnings. Before he go mando meets his uncle and his cousin to say goodbye. Mando: tata pastor im here to say goodbye because I'm going to states to have fun and learn new things but ill promise that ill always send a letter for the both of you. Narrator: tata pastor and puri didn’t know that mando is andoy. Scene 5: paris Narrator: mando is in the paris and he saw a boy harassing a girl. Mando saved the girl and mando Rapist: (Looking at dolly) starts to do his bad plan Dolly : Help !( crying and shouting) Help! Someone please help me! Rapist: your very beautiful ( evil laugh) ( andoy is sitting on a chair and suddenly he saw this girl who is asking for help|)8 Andoy: ohhh  wait, she looks familiar to me (going to the rapist ) (starts to fight with the rapist) Andoy: go away stupid! ( rapist starts to escape) Andoy: are you okay miss? Dolly: I’d been hurt by that person Andoy:  Really? That kind of person  don’t have a right to live in this world Dolly: Yes, he didn’t have good manner. By the way, thank you for helping me, whats your name? Andoy:oh it’s my pleasure to help you, I’m Mando Plaridel from Philippines

Narrator : Dolly didn’t know that mando is andoy their ex slave. Dolly had a feeeling for mando and mando too. Mando turn back in manila,Philippines and dolly is also in the manila.

Narrator : Dolly didn’t know that mando is andoy their ex slave. Dolly had a feeeling for mando and mando too. Mando turn back in manila,Philippines and dolly is also in the manila.Dolly invited mando to come in their house with celebration and to introduce mando in her family.

 Scene 6: Philippines ( on the meeting with the president and other officials)

 Dolly: (Holding hands with mando) (Introduces mando to all) Excuse us Girl: who is that person?

 Don Segundo: who’s that guy, dolly?

 Dolly: he’s Mando Plaridel my dearest boyfriend 

Mando: Good morning everyone

 President: (stand and look at mando with an angry face) oh if im not mistaken, you’re the author of kampilan

 Don segundo: yes he is.

 Mando: Yes! And I think your one of the politician that are affected by the content.

 Scene 7: Narrator: Don Segundo pleaded to Dolly to personally contact mando with the aim of utilizing the people's solid trust in Kampilan to improve their reputation and business but Mando did not agree. this time he has revealed the real Mando, who is nothing but Andoy, who has been a maid and a torment then and now a wealthy man who drove Dolly's heart and advocating his father. A few days later, they tried to kill mando  but they failed to kill him. Two of the three suspects lived and they asked the two if who is the mastermind of this plan while mando is suffering from the gun shots  on his arm. 

 ANDOY: Now tell us who is the mastermind of this plan?

 Two suspect:  No, im the mastermind

 Andoy: don’t lie I know there’s someone behind this (punched the two suspect) Two suspect: Okay stop stop, heneral bayoneta, senator botin and the other officials 

Narrator: all the officials that are involved in the plan  escaped and are waiting for the tension to be calm.

 Scene 8:

 Narrator: There was a fire in Hacienda Montero and the guilty defendants were farmers and civilian guards put guns and other documents in the houses to show that the farmers were the suspects and the guards arrest the farmers. After  tata Pastor was beaten in jail when he did not want real possessions of weapons in their home, mang tumas and one farmer followed their death and this results to the farmers to have a revenge and said that the hacienda belongs tot them. 

1st  farmer: we need to move, all of them  needs to go to jail 

2nd farmer:  yeahhh! We need to fight for freedom and for the other farmers Narrator: Due to circumstances of conflict, the army provided a report on what could have happened when the peasants' uprisings and violent activities were over, so the President called on Mando, Senator Bright and Dr. Sabio to find an opinion but ultimately decided on his own mind because at the time they talked, two truckers of a civilian guard in Hacienda ran and fired the peasants who were killed by Pastor. Here they saw Mando, Danoy and other survivors who had to start the change, co-opting the crooked principles that were lively to the bigger predators that absorbed the blood of the dying Filipinos in their desire proper and equal treatment of a person, whether a millionaire or one employee. 

Hope you will like it!

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