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alyosiuscreightonward · 2 years ago

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Here’s the story as I will tell it to you and since this a deeply personal experience for me. I’ve taken the liberty of poetic licensing to make more palatable for you and then I’ll explain in general terms of how I met Melouk.

There happened to be a 1970 Cadillac Gold with black 'crinkle' top, Miller Meteorite combination.

Someone named Pahokee owned this monstrosity. It was an ambulance. Apparently it was a nice rig and it came out of Nashua, New Hampshire. At point it had been stolen and ended up in a tow yard in Saugus, Massachusetts. The State Police Department never notified the owner that it had been “recovered” by whomever.

The players were Pahokee, Amarillo and Clutch.

it didn't run out of gas. At about 3:00am. One of the battery terminals was sketchy and completely failed on Rt. 3 southbound near Marshfield. They were well off the road and a car width into the breakdown lane. 300 yards of clear highway behind, easy to spot. A couple of Boston College football players stopped and got nose to nose with those involved to try and give is a jump. Amarillo and one of the BC guys were between the Caddy and their car, they think the other car was a Malibu? Out of nowhere a flash and colossal racket and when the dust cleared the Caddy was about a car length and a half down the road, the Malibu was a pretzel and off the road in the median about 100 yards further down the road and a late model something was about fifty feet back of the Caddy with the front end smashed to hell. Clutch ran to the front of the caddy and there was the BC guy who had been between the cars on his back, his legs smashed to pulp below the knees. His friend went right to him and Clutch looked for Amarillo, whose legs were sticking out from under the hood of the Caddy. Clutch opened the hood and Amarillo popped to his feet. "where are my glasses?" he said and reached down to his feet and there they were. He was inexplicably okay. The car behind started burning and Clutch ran across the highway to a tanker truck that had pulled over on the northbound side and asked the driver for a fire extinguisher. He got out of the cab and brought two over and put the fire in the car behind out. The guy whose legs were smashed was in shock and they just kind of held his muscles tight in hope of stemming the blood flow. it worked. He made it and even had a full recovery though it was a long struggle for him. Turns out the guy who was in the car behind was on his way home ahead of going on vacation with his wife. He'd been working late to clear his plate before being away from his job and fell asleep at the wheel. The State Police estimated that his car was doing 80mph+ when it hit the Caddy square from behind. No brakes, no horn, no warning. He did not make it. The Caddy was not as bad looking as the other two cars but it was twisted and bent badly, definitely a write off. That is what happened.

Clutch remembered seeing the grille of the Caddy and the perfect impression of the guy's knee in the metal. Clutch later recalled the other car being a Pontiac and he hit square between the tail lights and went under the bumper.

Sitting behind the wheel of the Caddy, the interior was untouched, save for the doors having popped open because of the bent frame. Not a single piece of broken glass on the entire coach. As he hit under the bumper, the tail lights were untouched and though the headlights were pointed inward, the lenses were intact.

The Pontiac had gone right up to the firewall and lifted the coach in the air, then got 'squeegeed” out by the weight of the falling coach.

It's a miracle that only one guy died in that. That’s how I lost my first husband, Xavier Guillermo Francesco Marcus Tenner Jorde.

When I had met Melouk it was nearly a dozen years later when our paths crossed. He was working in a gig economy as he did have a full time job. My husband and the kids were embarking on our summer vacation at the camp. I needed a pet sitter who would check in our cats, bring in the mail and water the plants and anything else that we needed for our seven weeks away.

I contacted pet sitting service. I for the life of me can’t remember the name but it was a flower I believe. Magnolia? Chrysanthemum? Daffodil? Marigold? Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. The one thing I really do remember from that experience was a contract was involved and as myself and my husband read it, it stated clearly that Melouk would be held responsible if anything happened and the owner acted as somewhat of a matchmaker and that’s about it.

Melouk came to my home in order to meet my cats. Feena Mae, Pepper Anderson and Lieutenant Crowley. Don’t ask why they had those names except for Feena Mae. She was an abandoned as a kitten when I found her when I was living in New Orleans. We were listening to The Dixie Cups cover of “Iko Iko” and she’d twitch every time they sang the chorus.

Pepper and Crowley really had no interest in Melouk. What pissed me the fuck off was that Feena Mae apparently liked him. That little half indoors/half outdoors cat who didn’t like anyone became his buddy friend and pal of mine. I don’t know how he got along but I was fucking pissed at this development. As Humpy Go-Cart once said, “It was the start of a beautiful friendship.”

I had to go out of town unexpectedly and I tried to reach the service and I got a frosty reception. Melouk left his private number and he jumped at the chance to hangout with Feena Mae. During my time away, he called me to tell me that Crowley had gotten sick and he took him to his veterinarian to get him checked out.

That’s when I learned that Melouk was working for the two veterinarians. Jhittnu Bhattnagar and Pares Bhattacharri. Both Sikh gentlemen and both natty dressers. Dr. Jhittnu had a very pronounced South London accent and Dr. Pares had the Mumbai accent. They were both great people and great vets. Sadly, Lieutenant Crowley didn’t make it, but if wasn’t for this happenstance we’d never be here talking about myself and Melouk.

We’ve been together since and we’ve been through Pepper Anderson, Cyrano, Janx, Till Eulenspiegel, Othello and lastly, Harley Earl. Now. Now, I’ve got fucking Dachshunds and all because of Melouk. One time I had stopped by his place with my daughter and that’s when we met his gaggle of ankle biters; Lefty, Pancho, Whimsy and Dexter, the half blind evil little Chihuahua. Also he had the neighbors dog, The Brother Levi, another Chihuahua who had the longest legs like chopsticks. The Brother was the best dog ever and when my husband eventually met up with The Brother, well, he didn’t want to admit he had a thing for dogs.

Melouk just adored them and he spoiled them rotten. They all had these high end dog beds. I know. I clocked it immediately when I looked at these dog beds and I know just how expensive they are.

For some inexplicable reason they wormed their way into my heart and I couldn’t believe how much antacid I would need for being a dog owner. Melouk made his own food for his dogs. I mean really? These dogs are bourgeoisie? Yes, they are that and apparently too much for themselves. After all that, Melouk dragged me to his Dachshund breeder and I loathe to admit it but all those Dachshund puppies. I was absolutely gobsmacked by all the adorable puppies I nearly couldn’t speak.

I can’t believe I’m telling you that I’ve got Aramis, Athos, Porthos and d’Artagnan. Yep. I’m a fucking Dumb Ass and not a Dumas. That’s reserved for everyone else. My husband, Cesare Santino, had set up a Nanny Cam for the dogs to make sure they weren’t going to get on our Roche-Bobois leather couch.

Between the dogs and my running a horse barn, I’m surprised that I’m not eating frozen cardboard salt sticks from the local dollar store.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. Here comes Derrick. What does he want? I’ll have to answer his questions. I’m married, I’ve got kids and he’s going to have to talk to me. I’m so screwed. MELOUK! You little shit!

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bogleech · 4 years ago

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So warning for just this first paragraph involving parasites and unsanitary substances, so you can skip this first paragraph and none of the rest is like that, but as cool as I think parasites are I still don’t want them in my body anymore than I want to be killed by an elephant seal (my favorite large mammalian predator that can still navigate land) and in any case if you’re cleaning up animal mess with nothing but paper towels in your hand and you don’t expect anything in the mess to vigorously move and try to get away you can have the kind of lizard brain panic that leads to thoughtlessly putting a handful of paper towels in exactly the closest receptacle even if that’s a toilet and paper towels don’t go in the toilet. So I clogged the only toilet at almost midnight and I felt so terrible I thought I should go to the one 24 hour supermarket we have and get toilet-specific drain cleaner because regular drain cleaner can wreck a toilet or even cause a dangerous explosion (it’s because of gas building up in the U-bend). I called ahead and they said they had some so I got in the car but then the car wouldn’t move. Last week an indicator light had come on to get the timing belt changed, so I found a real honest mechanic just the other day and he actually said our timing belt was perfectly fine and probably good for a while so I didn’t need to get together $500 to get a new one. So when the car suddenly wouldn’t move just days after this, my mind skipped any other investigative process to conclude it was absolutely probably the timing belt or some mysterious equally bad thing and in the morning I would have to call a tow truck to take it to a shop and there would go money I really don’t have to spend. So with my brain fried by all the above happening in just the same hour I called a lyft, which I’ve actually never done before, so I didn’t bother to download the app and I used the website. The lyft guy was a real nice older man who questioned me enough about my day to find out we were having car trouble but he couldn’t figure what might be wrong. He let me know he’d be around probably when I needed the ride back especially because he had to use the bathroom very urgently so we got to the 24 hour supermarket and he ran in and I went to find the toilet stuff. It turned out the staff I talked to just had no idea that you needed a special kind of draino (or any of its knockoffs) for just toilets so while they had three different brands of unclogger they did not have a single toilet friendly variety, and anyway it took about that long for me to connect that a toilet unclogger would probably take all night to work and by then I could call the apartment’s repair guy who has a plumbing snake anyway. So the lyft guy was already gone when I came out but when I ordered a lyft home it did indeed show the same man with the same car was going to be picking me up. As I stood waiting right in front of the same supermarket however I received texts that he had already arrived and I couldn’t see him anywhere in the parking lot, and when I tried to figure out how to text him it said I’d need the app to do it and by then it told me he was leaving and I missed my ride so this time I downloaded the actual app to get another lyft. This wound up being a different nice older man who was just as chatty but this one knew exactly what happened when I described how the car behaved. So anyway this has never ever happened in my entire life which is surprising given my uncannily unreliable short term memory and distractability but I guess because I live right down the corner, like just a short walk from multiple truck stops I had finally after all these years forgotten to put gas in

#real life #but nobody's going to believe this is an unembellished story except for all the parts where I'm stupid

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slashersins-abandoned · 4 years ago

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It’s quiet . The volume off in your car as you drive through back roads . Music didn’t seem to help your mood . In fact , it seemed to worsen it . Happy sounds tore at you as you remembered flicking moments when you had thought you were loved . Sad songs cut deep as you remembered the way he had so easily left , telling you he couldn’t care less how he hurt you . How he’d never loved you . The emotions had swarmed in your head and you’d done your best to refuse to cry . You hated to cry , hated how your voice got thick and dry and overly wet at the same time . Hated how splotchy and heated and red your face became when you tried to hold back tears . Hated how it felt to have your eyes so raw , being so exhausted afterwards . So the music was turned off only ten minutes into your drive .

You weren’t sure how long you’d been driving . Crossing from Texas into Louisiana an hour in , and it’s been miles and hours since then . You had no where to go . Just wanting to get away . And you really should have been paying attention to how much gas you had . Frustrated , you let out a scream , hitting your steering wheel as your car stuttered to a halt , barely able to pull off backroads gravel and half way into a shallow ditch . You just couldn’t do anything right . Couldn’t keep the love of a man , couldn’t even get the damn man to love you . And you couldn’t keep track of your gas and now you stuck in some back roads miles from the last town and who knew how many to the next .

You didn’t see the point in getting out just yet . The sky was starting to light up with the red and orange and purple hues of the sunset . And you had enough sense in you to know walking a lonely country road at night wasn’t the smartest thing to do . At least it was pretty , wherever you were . Somewhere in Louisiana . The trees tall and rich with green leaves . The road curving and familiar , so much like back home . At least you could spend the next few minutes enjoying how the sun set before it got dark and you were forced to sleep in your car the rest of the night .

The lights of a truck had you squinting awake from your restless slumber . Curled up in your front seat , you managed to shield your eyes , sitting up . Looks like someone found you . A yawn left your lips , the concern that should have flooded you pushed aside as grogginess made itself a home . Without a cautious thought , you opened your door , got out , wrapped up in an old sweater you were using as a makeshift blanket .

Suppressing a yawn and failing as you put the back of your hand to your mouth , you gave a lazy wave , eyes still adjusting to the bright headlights and the dark all at the same time . For a moment you think no ones going to get out of the truck , and you tilt your head some before turning to get back into your car .

“You okay , ma’am?” The sound of a truck door being slammed shut draws your attention back . And the southern drawl is almost comforting to hear after being stuck out in the middle of nowhere . You give a sheepish smile and shift on your feet , looking as embarrassed at the situation as you felt despite trying not to show it .

“I ran outta gas . Kinda stuck out here . But I figured it’d be safer to walk during the day than at night so I’m camping out.” The man moves closer . Tall , oil stained coveralls and a red jacket to keep himself warm .

“Well ain’t that all kinds of unlucky.” He laughed some , looking over the car and then you . Giving a jerk to his truck . “If you wanna keep enjoying your little sleep over I won’t bother ya . But if you’d rather sleep on a bed I don’t mind taking ya into town . Ambrose ain’t too far from here . And a bed might be better than a car seat .”

You blink , the sudden offer alluring . You really didn’t have a lot of options . And a bed would be better than sleeping in the car . Plus if you were close to town that’d mean you could get gas for your car and stock up on some snacks before … before you decide to head back home or keep on driving . You scratch at your cheek , giving a laugh and sighing in defeat .

“I think I might have to take you up on that offer . And thank you . I really appreciate it .” You lean into your car , grabbing the bag you’d haphazardly packed before taking off and slung it over your shoulder . Waking over to him you offer your hand , a half sleepy smile on your lips . “I’m y/n . Nice to meet you.”

The man grins , grabbing your hand and shaking , letting out a low whistle when you don’t just limp grip his hand but firmly shake it with purpose . You just shrug and smile . “Bo. Bo Sinclair. Nice to meet ya. And don’t worry about you’re car . I’ll have one of the guys come get in in the morning and bring it to my shop. Get you gas and get you on your way.”

You perk up a bit , letting him walk you to the passenger side and opening the door for you . “What ? You don’t have to . I can walk back . Really I don’t wanna cause you too much trouble.” He shakes his head , flashing you a smile as he shuts the door and walks around the front to the other side .

“Isn’t any trouble . Would be a shitty ass mechanic and car shop owner if I let you walk all the way to your car carrying a jug of gas.” He flashes you a smile and you shakes your head .

“I think you’re just trying to show off your southern hospitality .” Bo snickered , moving his truck out of park and turning it around , headed to … “Ambrose . Is it a small town ?” You shift the conversation , curious about where you’re headed .

Bo gives you a side glance , smiling to himself , “Maybe I’m just this charmin’.” You laugh and he raises a brow at you , only to seem to somber as you mention Ambrose. “It’s my home town . It’s small , but big enough . We gotta fancy wax museum up on the hill past the fields . It’s ‘bout the only reason anyone passes through anymore.”

“Really?” Despite your obvious sleepiness , you manage to perk up , curious as he mentions the wax museum . “We don’t even have a dollar store in my home town!” You laugh some, bringing your feet up to sit crisscross in the worn down seat of Bo’s truck . “Would it be too much to go look at it before I take off tomorrow ? Is there an entry fee ? I should have enough to pay for the tow and the gas and maybe some snacks , but if I have any left over I’d love to see it.”

Bo blinks at you for a moment , as if he’s considering something before he chuckles and turns his gaze back to the road . “Sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble . It’s a donation ran kinda museum . If your feeling’ inclined to pay for your visit , I won’t be stoppin’ ya .”

You grin , already looking forward to tomorrow . Which was something you hadn’t done in a while . At least not since … Your smile fell , a different kind of tiredness taking over as you gazed out the window . A large sign coming into view that read “Welcome to Ambrose” it looked like it needed a fresh coat of paint , but was well maintained . It chased away your previous sadness , replacing it with a mixture of nostalgia for your own home town and excitement to see this small one .

“Isn’t much to look at this time of night , but it’s home.” You give a glance to Bo , brow raised as he played up his home town . The southern boy charm oozing off him was refreshingly adorable . And it seemed he knew it .

“Sir , I’m gonna have to ask you to stop.” You’re almost laughing as you look at Bo . It seems he likes showing off because he’s smirking like crazy and laying on his accent thicker and thicker .

“Ma’am , I got no idea what yer talk in’ about.” He pulls into a drive , parking his car before tossing an arm over the empty middle seat and giving you a grin . “Hope ya don’t mind the fact we don’t gotta fancy motel .”

“I can’t believe you expect me to stay in a motel . I have a perfectly unfunctioning car to sleep in.” Bo laughs at that , shaking his head and shooting you a playful look .

“I could always drive you back and dump you there . Make you walk all the way to this little town o’ mine.” He winks , getting out of the truck and walking to your side , opening the door for you . You get out , taking a moment to be serious as he shuts the door and jerks his head towards the house .

“Really , though , I do appreciate you giving me a lift and a place to sleep.” You smile , genuinely thankful , and it makes Bo pause . Once again looking down at you as if he was mulling something over in his head . Wanting to ease the silence you playfully nudge his shoulder with your fist . “And all that country boy charm was refreshing to hear . I’m starting to wonder if people come here for the wax museum or for the way you talk.” Your words break him out of his thoughts and he laughs .

“Trust me . It’s the museum that brings people in . I ain’t all rainbows and sunshine all the time . Even us charmin’ southern gentlemen got a little bit of a bastard inside ‘em .” You roll your eyes , feeling so at home with how Bo went on . Maybe you should visit your home town for a while after you get gas . It’d be nice to go back .

The two of you joked , each one trying to lay on your accents thicker and thicker , jabbing at each other in an almost snarky way as bo grabbed a key from the motel counter and walked you to your room . Once again you went from light hearted to sincere thanks for the help . Bo just waved it off . Giving you a good night before you shut the door .

Outside Bo frowned to himself . He should of just killed you and taken you to Vinny . Should of ended your life , but something about you … He wasn’t sure . But whatever it was kept him from killing you . Plus you were entertaining . Not falling for his charm but actually enjoying it in a casual way . Maybe it was the small town solidarity he got from you . Either way , you were alive . For now , at least . He’d deal with it in the morning . Or better yet , he’d let Vincent decide on what to do with you .

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #slasher #slashers #slasher imagine #slashers imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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slashersins · 4 years ago

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Enjoy something I probably won’t finish .

You blink , the sudden offer alluring . You really didn’t have a lot of options . And a bed would be better than sleeping in the car . Plus if you were close to town that’d mean you could get gas for your car and stock up on some snacks before . . . before you decide to head back home or keep on driving . You scratch at your cheek , giving a laugh and sighing in defeat .

“Isn’t any trouble . Would be a shitty ass mechanic and car shop owner if I let you walk all the way to your car carrying a jug of gas.” He flashes you a smile and you shakes your head .

“I think you’re just trying to show off your southern hospitality .” Bo snickered , moving his truck out of park and turning it around , headed to . . . “Ambrose . Is it a small town ?” You shift the conversation , curious about where you’re headed .

You grin , already looking forward to tomorrow . Which was something you hadn’t done in a while . At least not since . . . Your smile fell , a different kind of tiredness taking over as you gazed out the window . A large sign coming into view that read “Welcome to Ambrose” it looked like it needed a fresh coat of paint , but was well maintained . It chased away your previous sadness , replacing it with a mixture of nostalgia for your own home town and excitement to see this small one .

“I can’t believe you expect me to stay in a motel . I have a perfectly unfunctioning car to sleep in.” Bo laughs at that , shaking his head and shooting you a playful look .

Outside Bo frowned to himself . He should of just killed you and taken you to Vinny . Should of ended your life , but something about you . . . He wasn’t sure . But whatever it was kept him from killing you . Plus you were entertaining . Not falling for his charm but actually enjoying it in a casual way . Maybe it was the small town solidarity he got from you . Either way , you were alive . For now , at least . He’d deal with it in the morning . Or better yet , he’d let Vincent decide on what to do with you .

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sanchosammy · 4 years ago

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You’re My Person - Chapter Two

Word Count: 3980 - Chapter Two.

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You loved working at the station so far. Nearly every morning for the past three weeks you walked through the doors full of happiness. It was only your second month living in Colorado Springs again but this had become your new comfortable in life.

Things just felt right in this job… in this town.

Not to mention you could say you had friends in town now. Well, kind of. It wasn’t the type of friends you had planned on making. Friends, nonetheless. For some reason the stubborn detectives found you tolerable to be around. It was never for perverted reasons, which you were thankful for. It would have been a ruined experienced for you considering you were a woman in a male dominated workplace. The group of grumps just liked you though and you found them humorous to be around.

Well, most of them liked you.

A particular detective would still avoid you as if you had the plague. That was Flip Zimmerman, of course. He did everything in his power to pretend you didn’t exist. You tried to find a chance to speak with him about everything; an attempt to bring some sort of truce between the two of you and find out why he hated you so much. That never worked out considering Flip refused to be alone in the same room with you.

The most you could get out of him was a few chuckles from his desk when he overheard a conversation between you and Ron. A slip up from his usual resentment filled attitude towards you. It was only this week that he stopped tensing up every time you walked into the room.

You leaned in the doorway with a smile. Jimmy, Flip and Ron grouped around a desk talking amongst themselves about something. Most likely about some case you assumed. You were meant to leave work a lot earlier as you should have been home by now, but tonight a coworker stopped you for conversation and it carried on a lot longer than you thought it would.

“Hey guys, I’m heading out. I’ll see you Monday.” You said while smiling at them.

This wasn’t an everyday thing but sometimes you found some sort of comfort in knowing there was someone you could say hello and goodbye to. Even if that happened to be your colleagues. The reality of living in Colorado Springs was not all roses and daises. This new lifestyle was nearly everything you wanted it to be but the fact is that nobody was waiting for you at home. That happened to be the only part that made you feel unsettled at the end of the day.

Jimmy smiled back with a brief wave before he returned back to studying the paper on the desk. Ron looked over as well and called back “Drive home safe, alright?”

You noticed how Flip watched the interaction wordlessly. A part of you hoped he would at least mumble some sort of goodbye but he remained silent throughout the interaction. You forced a smile as you turned around to leave. It was starting to become emotionally draining the longer he hated you. It was easy to not think about him when you lived somewhere else but this routine of having to see him physically loathe your presence each day was becoming more hurtful the longer it went on. You would’ve been understanding if he hadn’t felt anything when he saw you but this constant anger was kind of intense to deal with.

The air had already become bitter from the cold and it was only the beginning of fall. You could see your breath in front of you from the cold as you hurried into the car. The rides home had become such a bittersweet thing for you lately. It was calming after a long day at work but it still continued to bring forward that lonesome feeling inside.

Warm air blew out from the vent as the radio played softly keeping you distracted from the silence of the streets. The headlights illumining a soft light on the stretch of road ahead of you. This area of the ride home bothered you; it was a random stretch of nothing but trees until you hit the next neighborhood a mile away. You hummed with the soft music before a weird sound from the car cut you off.

And then another.

And another.

And then the car turned off completely as it began rolling to a complete stop. You pulled onto the side of the road immediately.

“Shit.” The only word that came to your mind was screamed out in frustration. You blinked looking at the now brightly lit gas-pump symbol mocking you from the dashboard.

You stepped out of the car and slammed the door out of anger. That anger mainly directed at yourself and now the poor car who had been starved thanks to your stupidity. You looked in both directions of the road trying to collect your thoughts. The closest gas station would be ten minutes away by car… Which wasn’t very helpful considering you didn’t have anything to put the gas in.

You let out a sigh while pressing your forehead against the cool metal of the door. The only answer coming to mind was to start walking in the direction of the store. At least it would have a phonebooth to call someone. And so, you started walking.

A few minutes passed and the chilled weather was starting to make the tip of your nose burn. Headlights nearing you became a distraction on the otherwise empty and quiet road. An old truck slowed down as you became visible in the light and it eventually slowed to a stop next to you. You practically broke out a nervous sweat and swallowed hard trying to not seem freaked out.

The passenger window rolled down and you sucked in a breath.

“Flip?” His name coming out shaky as you said it. A mix between the cold and how surprised you were to see him out here.

“What are you doing out here?” His tone coming off harsh as he asked the question. His eyebrows scrunched together as he looked around the area for a hint to what you would be doing walking around at night.

“My car broke down… I ran out of gas.” You spoke up as you walked up to the window. The warmth from his truck felt heavenly.

He only briefly had taken in your appearance before speaking.

“Get in the truck, (Y/N).”

The way he said it caught you off guard… It was as if there was no room for argument. No chance for you to say no. You paused for a brief second before pulling the door open. It was too cold out here to be stubborn. You didn’t care if he sounded that way at this point, you just didn’t want to walk any further in the dark. A small thank you came out as you practically jumped into the truck.

“Are you alright? Jesus, you’re fucking shaking.” He looked over you and it was the first time you’ve seen him so concerned about anything since you started working at the station. He turned the heat on a little higher. You hadn’t even replied yet as he did so.

“I’m fine, really. I was trying to find a phonebooth so I could call a tow truck or something.” You explained wrapping your jacket around you a little tighter. You looked over and the two of you made eye contact.

He had his red flannel on… something you really liked about him. He always looked so handsome at work in his plaid shirts. You only saw Flip from a distance because of how hard he made sure to keep away from you. Now being face to face with him, it made you grasp how attractive he really was. With you sitting in his truck across from him, you could even smell a soft presence of his cologne and it made your heartbeat faster in response.

“Fine? Your teeth are chattering.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and returned to the moment. You didn’t even notice the slight chatter until now. You tried to brush it off with a sheepish smile before continuing “I’m okay, I swear! I just…Would you be willing to drop me off at the gas station up the road, please?”

You sounded almost remorseful when you asked. You did feel guilt to some extent if you were being honest. He did everything in his ability to not speak with you and now he would be forced in a situation to drive you. And of course, you knew he’d do it purely out of his humanity rather than his feelings for you as a person.

He turned into his seat facing the steering wheel in front of him and his jaw tensed. He remained quiet without looking at you, seeming to be thinking it over intensely. Letting out a long-held breath before nodding more to himself than to you.

“I’ll just take you to get the gas… I have a container in the bed of the truck.” He wouldn’t look at you when he said it. His voice sounded forced and almost unsure if he wanted to let the words leave his lips.

Your voice coming out nearly a whisper from nerves. “Are you sure, I don’t mind waiting for a tow truck…”

He shook his head as he shifted the truck into drive. There were a few moments of silence from him as he picked up speed before deciding to finally speak up. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone at night.”

“That’s what makes you such a good man.” You commented. You don’t know why you said it. An understanding that you knew he was only doing this because it was the right thing to do?

The rest of the ride to the gas station was filled with an uncomfortable silence. He seemed uneasy by your presence in his truck. You didn’t understand why completely but you tried to seem casual throughout the ride. When you arrived at the pump, he stopped you as you started to open the truck door.

“Just stay in the truck.” You blinked before shuffling to pull out cash from your pocket but he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.”

Why was Flip being so polite… Awkward but polite, nonetheless. It confused you because he didn’t need to help you more than a ride here but he did. I mean, he didn’t seem fully happy about it but he didn’t leave you at the store.

You watched him as he pumped gas. His face showed how drained he seemed as the cold wind gently brushed his hair around. He looked tired and ready to be home… That thought floating in the back of your mind, who was at home waiting for him? Would they notice he wasn’t home at a usual time?

Anxiety rushed through you as a new realization hit. This was most likely the only time Flip would even speak to you. It was the only time he has even spoken to you in the past three weeks. It was wrong to use his generosity this way by cornering him but it was the only opportunity you had to force a conversation with him about his attitude towards you.

The ten-minute car ride you had left was going to have to be enough. You couldn’t let this chance slip away. You needed some sort of answer… Fuck, you just needed him to acknowledge you. There was a weird emptiness consuming you without him in your life. He was so close and yet always out of grasp. You wanted that childhood Philip back.

He slid back into his seat and pulled back out onto the road. He seemed a little less tense than before, one hand now on the wheel that he was no longer holding onto like it was his lifeline. You cleared your throat and attempted to get the conversation going. Start small, work your way up.

“I guess you’ll have to apologize to your wife for me. I’m sorry for making you get home so late.”

He raised an eyebrow from confusion but his eyes remained on the road ahead. He just mumbled back in that deep voice “I’m not married.”

“Girlfriend?” You asked almost too quickly.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Dog?”

That earned the softest of a chuckle out of him before a quiet no. You had butterflies at your ability to make him laugh even if it was a small one. You hated to admit how happy you felt knowing he was single. As if you had a chance though, the man treated you like a criminal.

“What about you? You don’t have someone worried sick that you’re not home yet?” He asked with an unsure voice and that shocked you. Flip was actually making conversation.

“Nah, nobody is waiting for me. I just moved back to town two months ago… My uncle Tommy left his place to me.”

“I’m sorry about Tommy, by the way.” He replied in a soft voice. The sympathy made you emotional and you forcibly held back some tears at the thought of your uncle.

“Thanks…”

You paused to calm down and simply collect your thoughts. You didn’t have time to cry in his truck. “So… I never pictured you being a detective. What’s that about?”

He looked over at you for a second before his eyes trailed back to the road again. He chewed on the side of his cheek as he thought about it for a moment. He was withdrawing again; you could feel it.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I like it.”

This was the wrong time to bring up the problem at hand but you knew deep down that he may never speak to you again anyway, and so you had to take that step now. You didn’t want to beat around the bush, you wanted an answer from him.

“Hey, I was actually hoping to talk to you…”

“Shoot.” He said without a second thought.

“I noticed that you don’t seem to like having me around at the station. Frankly, you seem to downright hate me. I don’t know what I did to make you this upset but I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’d hate for work to be this weird for us forever, you know?”

His hand tightened against the steering wheel and his knuckle practically turned white this time. It seemed to be a regular occurrence with him when he’s bothered. He let out a forced bitter laugh to himself. Not the reaction you hoped for.

“What?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” He snapped at you in response.

“No, I want to talk about this Philip.”

“Have you considered that maybe I don’t want to talk about, (Y/N)?” He snapped again and his bitterness flowed back through his words and tone. His face twisting with irritation as he tried to focus on driving as if this conversation wasn’t happening.

“Well, I do! You’re the one walking around the station with a stick up your ass all the time. At least I’m being an adult about this and trying to make amends. Which I would say is pretty mature considering I haven’t done anything to you.”

You knew this wasn’t the correct way to go about things. You planned for this conversation to be calm and talked through with understanding and respect for each other… However, all that went out of your mind the moment you heard that same attitude he would have when you were kids. It only brought out your own.

His eyebrows shot up as he scoffed at you, looking over for a moment to see if you were serious or not. “Never done anything to me? That right there is your problem, (Y/N). You never took any sort of accountability for what you did to me.”

“What did I fucking do to you, Zimmerman? I would love an explanation as to why you’re such an asshole to me lately.”

“Because you fucking left me!” He screamed and it practically stunned you speechless. He didn’t care though. You opened up something that he tried for years to keep concealed, all his grief and anger from the situation finally releasing itself. The mental torture that you had put him through was finally being placed on display. “You left me. No warning, no phone call, no letter. Nothing. I thought you would come back but then you didn’t. I waited for you like a fucking idiot.” He slammed his hand against the dashboard at the last sentence, a reaction from the sudden hit of adrenaline and rush of emotion. He continued on, his voice still incredibly loud in the truck “And then I was convinced you had died! There was even a fucking rumor in school that you and your family died in a car crash and that’s why everyone in your house disappeared. I mean I had to hear about that for three fucking years.”

“I’m… I didn’t know, okay?” your voice was soft and you stuttered through the words. “This wasn’t all on me! I had no idea it was going to happen. Dad packed everything while I was at school that day and… I don’t know, Flip. I think he tried to skip town because he owed more than he could pay off.”

The truck had become deathly quiet for a minute. You didn’t know what to say and you felt left in a state of shock by his outburst. He was right though. Looking back on everything, that must have been awful to deal with… someone disappearing without a trace. It was fair to say you never had a choice over the situation, your father having removed all connection from Colorado Springs. You knew he couldn’t keep a job and later heard rumors that he was constantly asking for loans from local friends. Friends he never saw again after he left town.

You tried to keep in the tears and forced yourself not to sniffle. You couldn’t handle being seen as the same crybaby you were considered during your childhood arguments with Flip. Clearing your throat and attempting to speak without your voice cracking, which didn’t really work out. “When we moved, I was devasted… I was just as heartbroken. The last thing I ever wanted to do is hurt you, I know it doesn’t seem like that but I promise I would’ve given you the world if you asked me… God, I’m so sorry Philip.”

Flip slowed down and pulled over near your car. You looked over at him wondering what was going on through his mind. Flip didn’t move hardly and he refused to look at you. His eyes closed and his body remained tense. The only thing noticeable being his chest rising with heavy breathes.

You didn’t know what he was thinking. He had finally got something off his chest that he was holding onto for several years. You imagined this was his closure; that he could finally move on from the past and open up a new chapter. With a heavy exhale you decided to not force him to say anything.

“Listen… I understand now. You won’t have to speak with me again outside of the job…. Thanks for the ride, Flip.” You practically whispered. It wasn’t bitter or cruel when you said it but sincere. You don’t blame him for not wanting to see your face. You wouldn’t want to see you every day if you were in his position.

You pushed the truck door open and the cold air hit your harder this time. The fresh tears on your face felt warm because of it. You couldn’t help but shiver slightly from a mix of adrenaline and stepping out of the warm truck. Lifting the gas container from the back of his truck was surprisingly a lot heavier than you expected and you attempted to not show that.

The truck door opened forcefully before it was slammed out of presumed anger. The sound of the metal clicking together was full of intense emotion. A part of you grimaced from the sound alone. He probably noticed you having trouble with the container and felt obligated to help you, and that bothered you intensely.

You turned around ready to turn down his offer and tell him you have it under control before you stopped in your tracks. He was storming around the car and you didn’t know what this meant for you. He hardly stopped in front of you as he didn’t hesitate to cup your face with his warm hands bringing you into a kiss. Full of passion and lost time between the two of you. He didn’t hold back as you stumbled backwards into the side of his truck, which he practically pushed you against with his own body.

He was the one to pull away after a moment and it left the both of you breathing heavily. He didn’t say anything about the conversation, the kiss, or anything at all. You watched as he picked up the gas container and poured it in the car for you silently. You didn’t want to say anything though. Nearly numb and high from the feeling of his kiss; you couldn’t think any further about what this meant right now so instead you watched him pour the gas.

He finished and placed the container into the bed of the truck. You watched him closely as he stepped closer to you and you don’t know why but he slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His chin resting on the top of your head, much like he would do when you were teenagers. The memory of him teasing you about the height difference resurfacing from the action and you couldn’t help but smile from the feeling of doing this again.

Flip was warm and he smelled like a mix of men’s cologne and cigarettes. You liked it, honestly. His arms wrapped around you made you feel secure and it was the first time in a while that you felt this way. A fear was already settling in that this could be the last time and it scared the shit out of you. It was too soon to even ask him to not let this be the last time he holds you this way… Did he even forgive you for everything? Was this his way of showing forgiveness?

He pulled away without any rush before pulling you by your hand to the car door. He opened it and held it ready for you. You slipped into the driver’s seat of your car and finally looked at him. This whole thing feeling unreal and somewhat like a fever dream. He seemed unsure of what he wanted to say and so instead he leaned down slightly.

“Get home safe, okay?”

“You too, Flip…” You whispered back. He smiled softly looking over your face for a moment. Like this was the first time he had truly looked at you since you came back. Then shutting the door and standing there waiting. He didn’t return to his truck until you pulled back onto the road; you could see him watching you from the rearview mirror as you slowly pulled off.

You didn’t know what this meant for the two of you. Was this an accident from him? An attempt at finding some sort of peace from the past?

You hoped he would continue whatever that was. You’d never been kissed like that in your life. You’ve never felt any sort of spark between you and another person like that, and you honestly craved more of him.

Work was going to be weird Monday.

#flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman fanfic #flip zimmerman #adam driver fanfic #adam driver #blackkklansman

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kristinee · 5 years ago

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New Girl (Pt.1)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of Death

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You just moved to the Outerbanks this summer because of your dad’s business, you weren’t all that excited until you met a boy who would make this transition a whole lot easier.

A/N: I haven’t really written much fanfic, I used to write a little but not so much anymore. I’m a little rusty but I promise I can do better. I am however planning on making this a multi-part series, I really hope you guys enjoy it and lmk what you’d like to see later on as it progresses.

It was your first full day out in the Outerbanks and you wouldn’t say you were too excited to have moved down here. You had a life settled back home but you wanted to go along with what was best for your dad. You lost your mom a few years ago and it was tough on both of you, especially him. A few months ago he was given an amazing offer to transfer his boating business here and it made him happy. You loved life but maybe a fresh start was what you needed. It couldn’t be that bad right? Fresh water, warm weather, maybe some cute guys. You tried to be optimistic but it was difficult not knowing the town yet.

From what you had heard from the locals, you lived on The Cut, a place for the more working-class type people which was the counterpart to the Figure Eight, where the rich lived. It wasn’t quite the dynamic separation you were used to but you would figure it out as you explored.

“Hey dad, is it alright if I take one of the boats out on the water for a bit?” You asked already scooting towards the rack on the wall. “You know we haven’t been here very long. Wouldn’t it be better if we went together?”

He questioned what you were plotting but honestly, you just needed a breather for the time being. “I just wanted some alone time is all. I promise I’ll be back before dark.” He hesitantly let you go. You hurried out the door, excited to just get to know the area but leaving your phone on the counter. He yelled something before you left but you were far gone. You started up the boat and got going so you could cover some ground while the light was still out. In all honesty, maybe this change wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was just you and the open water, nothing could come between you and that liberating feeling….except the fact that the boat was running low on gas. “Fuck”. You quickly reached out to grab your phone to be met with an empty pocket. “How could I be so stupid?”, you sat frustrated with your face in your palms. It took a minute of cool down but you figured you’d see a boat sometime being you weren’t that far away from “The Cut”. Your eyes scanned the clear horizon until you saw a small boat in the distance. As soon as you knew, you raced to the back steering wheel and frantically honked the horn. Once the boat stopped you stood on the bench and began to wave your arms, hoping to god they’d see you so you’d get home before your dad got too worried. “Hey!, over here!” You kept yelling as they sped up towards your boat. It was some group of kids your age, as they approached you could see the group more clearly but one person caught your eye in particular. He was a cute blonde boy with the most beautiful blue eyes, you didn’t know his name but intended to find out. “Hey guys, my name’s Y/N, nice to meet you” you put your hand out to shake theirs but instead got a high five from the blondie.

“ Don’t mind him, I’m John B”, the long-haired brunette boy spoke up. “And this is Pope, Kiara, my girlfriend Sarah, and high five guy over here is JJ.” He paused looking at the unfamiliar boat “Are you new? I’ve never seen you around before.” He asked, you were guessing he was a local on this side of the island. “Yeah, I just got here yesterday actually. I live down the bay with my dad’s boating business which is kind of ironic seeing that I broke down because I ran out of gas.” they laughed at the quick little story which helped ease the awkwardness slightly.

“Oh we were going down there anyway. Get on our boat here and just let me just get the rig so we can tow you back.” It was a good feeling knowing they were so warm and welcoming even though you were the new girl here. You hesitantly hopped on their boat (With JJ’s help) and sat down near the girls quietly. It was an awkward boat ride until Sarah spoke up with an idea. “ Y/N, I was thinking, since you’re new here and all you could hang out with us tomorrow at John B’s house.” she definitely seemed to be the nicest one here next to John B.

“C’mon, you’re inviting some new girl to hang out with us?” JJ spoke up. It seemed like he was teasing but you couldn’t really read him like that yet. You thought about it but maybe it wasn’t the best idea since your dad might be kind of wary of his daughter going out with a group of random teenagers. You were going to answer when Kiara snapped at JJ

“Oh shut it JJ, I saw you staring at her ass when you were “helping” her on the boat”, she emphasized her point with verrrry dramatic air quotes. Pope laughed at what she said which was your first impression from him. You just met but you already had these girls backing you up. Maybe it’d be good for you to jump into a new experience, you weren’t exactly the most outgoing, adventurous girl where you came from. It took a few more silent minutes until your boat was towed to the dock. You gathered your things when you saw your dad waiting. “What happened to the boat, who are these kids?” he quickly questioned while mostly eyeing the boys that stood near you. “Dad it’s okay. I just met them out in the water, they live down the way. This is Pope, Kiara, John B,his girlfriend Sarah and AJ.” (You had to get back at JJ for the teasing earlier). This time JJ properly shook hands, with your dad this time “ Correction. JJ by the way. Good evening sir, it seems your boat ran out of gas while Y/N was out. Might have to teach your daughter a little better on how boats operate.” His sarcasm jumped out again. Your eyes went wide hoping your dad would just laugh off a comment like that. “You know, might just have to.” He laughed at what JJ said and you were relieved, he was the kind to have some type of comeback and you were lucky he didn’t.

They waved as you and your dad said goodbye and were cleaning up outside “You seem to be pretty perky.” your dad commented as you walked inside. It’d been a while since he’d seen you so happy “Yeah, they were super nice and everything and-” you were hesitant to finish what you were saying because it was likely he’d say no but you went for it. “And they wanted to know if I could hang out with them tomorrow, to show me around the town, maybe even give us some places to sail out to.” You weren’t looking at him but you could tell he wasn’t too thrilled with the idea. He wasn’t really the one to let you go out with strangers but seeing you happy meant a lot to him. Even if he moved for business, it was also because your old lives held so many bad memories. It was about time to make good ones. “You can go, just don’t forget your phone this time so I can call you.”

Part 2 should be written tomorrow or Saturday, I hope you guys like where this is going so far!

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flyingovertheandes · 4 years ago

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Eight Days | Chapter Two: Anchor | Frankie “Catfish” Morales x GenderNeutral!Reader

Reader remembers the day that started it all.

TW: Drug Use, Recreational Marijuana Use, Angst, Hurt, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Food/Drinks, Unrequited Love (OR SO THEY THOUGHT), OH NO THERE’S ONLY ONE TENT trope (SWITCHIN IT UP)

Word Count: 2K

NOTE: Italics in this story signify memories, they are not in present time.

PART ONE

You hadn’t realized the stoplight had turned green until the car behind you had honked excessively to pull you out of your thoughts. You quickly began driving again as you thought about the rest of your history with Frankie. You remembered how awkward that next morning at the motel was. Though, Frankie tried his best to keep things somewhat normal.

He had woken up a quarter to seven and decided to sneak out of the room for breakfast before you could wake up. And when you did, to an empty room, your heart felt heavy in your chest. Though, it wasn’t long before Frankie came stumbling back into the room holding a small coffee cup and a brown paper bag. When he finally noticed you were awake, he gave you a nervous look.

“Good morning,” He muttered.

You smiled weakly as he handed you the paper bag he was holding. Inside was a small bottle of orange juice and a blueberry muffin.

“Thank you, Frankie.” You told him, warmed by the gesture.

The two of you shared no other words as Frankie called the towing company and figured out something for the truck. It was almost 2PM by the time you were back on the road. The drive was silent. The only sound that could be heard was Frankie tapping on the steering wheel to the low music playing from the radio. But it wasn’t long until he had to stop for gas and coffee. He got out to pump the gas before appearing at your open window, hanging his head inside, but still giving you space.

“You want anything from inside?” He attempted to break the ice between you.

You shrugged in response.

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“A little.” You admitted quietly.

He adjusted his cap and winced his eyes at the bright sun above him.

“I got you.” He reassured you before walking towards the small convenience store.

It must have been over five minutes later when he emerged with what looked like a bag full of snacks. You couldn’t help but let a smile come across your face as he jumped back in the truck. He rested the bag between you and smiled when he noticed you were smiling too.

“So, I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, and I figured that we’ll be out of stores reach for a couple of days, so I just kind of… got all of your favorites.” He admitted before laughing somewhat hysterically along with you.

You tried to stifle your laughter as he opened the bag and pulled out your favorite coffee, soda, energy drink, spicy chip, candy, second favorite candy, and sweet from the pastries section.

“Frankie!” You swatted his arm.

“What? I wanted to put a smile on your face!” He told you, neatly packing it all back into the bag.

“Wait! I want the coffee!” You admitted, making grabby hands in the direction of the bag that was out of your reach from where you were leaning against the door.

He happily pulled it out of the bag and held it out for you to take, but your fingers happened to graze each other as your eyes met. You quickly grabbed the coffee and redirected your gaze, thanking him. He nodded awkwardly before climbing out of the truck to finish pumping the gas before getting back on the road once again. It was a while before either of you spoke.

“If you’re hungry for real food, there’s a diner about forty miles from here, unless you’d rather wait for dinner tonight at camp.”

“And eat Ben’s cooking? I don’t think so.” You joked.

Frankie’s laugh filled your ears.

“For once, I think you’re right.” He told you.

You shot him a glare only to be met with a wink.

As you walked up to the diner, Frankie walked ahead of you and opened the door for you. You could feel your cheeks heat up at the sentiment.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

The two of you were quickly seated at a small corner booth, up against a window that allowed a view of the mountains surrounding you. There was a silence between the two of you as you looked over the menus.

“So, uhm, what are you thinking of getting?” You finally spoke.

His eyes continued to scan the menu as he replied, “I’m not sure. There’s so much coffee in my system, I’m not all that hungry.”

“Yeah.” You nodded quietly.

“Do you want to share something?” You questioned.

“Sure! Yeah. Waffles…?” He questioned back, knowing they were your favorite.

You smiled.

“With strawberries…?” You smirked.

He laughed heartily as he closed the menu.

“Of course! I would never expect anything less.” He smiled at you.

When the young waitress came to take your orders, Frankie ordered for the two of you, getting an ice water for himself and confidently guessing that you wanted another orange juice this morning, to which you laughed. He was always right. But after the waitress walked away, you felt like you had to be the one to bring up the night before.

“Frankie, can we talk about last night?”

“Y/N...Please” He pleaded, letting his fall forward into his hands.

“Frankie! You can’t ignore what I said.” You attempted, trying to keep your voice low in the quiet diner.

“I’m not ignoring you, Y/N!” He removed his hat again and ran his hand through his hair.

“Then what? You just don’t want me to love you? You don’t love me back? Which one is it, Frankie!?” You cried.

He threw his hat down on the table and rubbed his temple angrily.

“Damn it, Y/N! I’m afraid that if I let myself believe what you said, I’ll just end up getting hurt!” He raised his voice.

The few people who were seated around you looked at you judgmentally, so he lowered his voice for what he had to say next.

“I’m afraid- If I let myself love you, you’ll realize that you deserve better than me. You’ll- you’ll realize that and then you’ll leave me. I can’t lose you, Y/N. You mean too much to me.” He cried, his voice wavering.

You rested your hand in his that was between the two of you on the table.

“Frankie…”

Before you could continue, the waitress returned with your drinks. Frankie quickly wiped his tears on his shirtsleeve and thanked her.

“Just- forget it. We’ll talk about it later.” He promised.

You knew there wasn’t going to be any talking about it “later”.

“Fish! Y/N! About damn time you two showed up!” Benny cheered as he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

You were both hoping deep down that none of the guys noticed the tension between you.

“Y/N!” Pope shouted from his seat around the campfire. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

Deep down, it killed Frankie to see Pope treat you like that. He knew you deserved it, but he wanted to be the one to give it to you.

“Come sit down guys! Grab a beer!” Will invited as he threw a new log into the growing fire.

The sun was setting and dinner had come and gone, and now the boys were being their usual rowdy selves as they filled their bodies with beer.

“Hey! Y/N! You okay over there? You’re being awful quiet tonight. You’ve barely touched your beer.” Pope pointed out.

Pressure rose in your chest as all the guys brought their attention to you, concerned. You could only manage to meet eyes with Frankie.

“I’m alright, my stomach is just being weird. I think I’m gonna head to bed, actually.” You said, standing up.

“No!” The guys pouted.

“I’m sorry, guys. I promise I’ll be more lively tomorrow.” You joked.

They all waved you off and you began the short walk to your tent. Pope of course had forgotten one of the tents, so you were forced to share one with Frankie, just your luck. The only reason Pope refused to share one was because he demanded a tent for himself since he needed the most room. You didn’t dare to question it.

You were almost to your tent when you heard a branch snap behind you. You turned around quickly, in fear, to be met with Frankie running right into you.

“Fuck! Jesus Christ, Frankie! Are you trying to kill me?” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake any other campers nearby.

“Sorry. I just came to see if you were okay. Will you be alright in the tent by yourself? I can come with you.”

“No, Frankie. I just want to be alone. Just please- leave me alone, okay?” You pleaded before walking off.

Frankie removed his hat and ran his hand through his hair, he was lost without you. He’d lost you in less than a day. It was all his fault.

“Fish! You alright?” Pope shouted, clearly not caring for his volume.

“Yeah!” He said, walking back towards the group.

“Fuck this.” He muttered to himself.

“Hey, Fish? Why not slow down a little, yeah?” Benny suggested.

Frankie had downed over six beers in under two hours. He’d also smoked the majority of a blunt that was getting passed around the circle. Needless to say, he was gone for the night. He thought maybe it was better that way.

“Pope? Pope! Hey, man. Dime algo/Tell me something… If Y/N has feelings for me, why wait until now to tell me, huh? It’s been almost eight years! I’ve waited eight years for them! And now… no se/I don’t know, Pope. What am I supposed to do?” Frankie whined, louder than Pope thought was necessary.

“Fish, hey man, quiet down. They’ll hear you if you talk too loud.” Pope tried to warn him.

“I don’t care, man! I just want them to know how much they mean to me. They’ve been my god damn anchor since they came into our lives. Everything I do, I do for them. I’m clean because of them, Pope. There’s no one like them. There’s no one fucking like them and I probably just lost them for good.” Frankie threw his beer can into the fire, igniting it even more.

“Woah, hey! None of that, okay? They told you they love you, man. It’s up to you to let yourself be happy and get the love you deserve.” He reassured him, a hand on his shoulder.

“But-” Frankie tried.

“No buts, okay? You’re cut off for the night. Go get some rest and tomorrow you can talk to them, when you’re sober.” He told him, standing up and offering him a hand.

He took his hand and followed as he led him to his shared tent with you.

“Alright now, be quiet. Don’t wake Y/N, okay?” Pope asked.

Frankie nodded and turned to the tent before Pope called for his attention again.

“Cuidate, hermano./Take care of yourself, brother.” He reminded him with a small smile.

Frankie returned the smile and brought him in for a hug.

Thank god he hadn’t gotten fucked up alone.

Once he shuffled into the tent and out of his day clothes, he made his way into the sleeping bag laid next to yours. He laid on his back and looked up at the peak of the tent, wondering what you were dreaming about.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not believing you, for not believing that you really love me. I just- you’re too good for me, you know? You deserve someone good. You deserve someone who doesn’t wait eight years to tell you they love you…” He stopped, hearing you shuffle.

Before he knew it, you were facing him, with your hands cupping his cheeks lightly.

“Y/N…You- you weren’t supposed to-”

Your lips crashed onto his before he had a chance to finish. You’d waited years to hear him say those words. And it seemed like minutes before you could pull away to finally meet his eyes again.

“I love you too, Frankie.”

PART THREE

#frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #catfish triple frontier #triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal

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thirsty4theextraordinary · 4 years ago

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Everything Burns - Chapter 15

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Fire, violence, implied violence.

Word count: 2081

Chapter 15: Better Class of Criminal

By the time midday came around The Joker and Jester were ready and waiting. He had briefed her on his plan or rather as he called it, 'idea' of going to pay Harvey Dent a visit in hospital.

He had asked Scarlett to get him a nurses outfit so early that morning she had gone home to raid her closet finding one that was given to her by mistake and was far too large.

It was an odd turn her life had taken but she was rather enjoying it and she could no longer see her life any other way, the thoughts of going back to work filled her with dread, but the thought of a life without Jack was even worse.

She had agreed to go with him and a few of the 'boys' to the meeting with the mob that afternoon, to pick up the Joker's payment.

Jester prepared herself to leave as she pulled on her boots, the boys switched on the TV and something caught her ear. With one boot on and the other off she hurried over in an odd limp-y fashion and snatched the remote out of the goon's hand before turning the channel back to what it was just on.

On the TV was the usual news anchor for GCN and below him was the caption.

Later on GCN

REVEALED: BATMAN'S TRUE IDENTITY

In the upper left corner of the screen was a video link to another man.

"He's a credible source, an M&A lawyer from a leading consultancy. He says he's waited as long as he can for Batman to do the right thing. Now he's taking matters into his own hands. We'll be live, at 5, with the true identity of the Batman. Call in at 5 to have your say." Said the News anchor and Jester quickly pulled on her other boot before running to tell Joker.

"So he knows who the Bat really is and he's going to broadcast it on TV," clarified Joker, looking up at her from behind his desk, she simply nodded. He burst out into hysterical laughter and she was a little taken aback. She had expected him to be pleased but not this happy, but then this was Jack and he didn't do things by half measures.

"Well you said there was a number do you remember it?" he asked and she nodded he held out a pen and scrap of paper and she wrote down the number that had come up on screen.

"Well done Jester!" he said laughing again before he pocketed the number and stood pulling on his coat.

At 3 thanks to the Joker's police 'connections,' they were told about Maroni going to see Gordon. They knew he had ratted them out, having told Gordon where The Joker was going to be. The 'boys' were sent on a small errand after that to fill the basement of Gotham General with a large amount of ammonium nitrate. They had it rigged up within the hour but were not back in time for the meeting so The Joker and Jester were left with just four goons. The hospital explosion would be the distraction they needed to get the cops off their backs while they paid Harvey a visit.

She was surprised how quickly the Joker could get things done, and it was somewhat of an honour to witness him at work.

He caught her staring at him when he got off the phone with one of the goons and shot her a quizzical look.

"What?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Nothing. It's just awe inspiring to watch your brain work. I mean less than an hour ago you were told about a police ambush and already you have a way out and a pretty spectacular one at that. I just forget sometimes that you are an absolute genius" she said and he chuckled.

"Come on, let's go check on our guest," he said, as he walked past her his hand ran along her side, it was some kind of a habit now.

After a night in the boot of a stolen cop car, Lau was surprisingly well, and Jester squeezed his cheek playfully when they opened the boot to make sure he wasn't dead, yet.

The meeting with the mob was on a container ship, the money was already there and waiting. At 4 they left for the meeting, knowing full well the police were planning their ambush.

They arrived at the docks just past 4 and The Joker jumped out the van before offering a hand to Jester which she gladly took. The goons followed behind with a bound and gagged Lau. The docks were empty apart from the enormous red coloured container ship. It was enormous and Jester looked around the ship curiously. There must have been thousands of shipping containers all stacked at least ten high. As a door to one creaked slightly, something snapped inside of Jester and she stopped in her tracks. She couldn't tell if she wanted to laugh or cry. Joker turned back to look at her, watching the turmoil going on inside her head. The sound of a chainsaw motor rumbled in her ears.

"Come on Jester," he said and she seemed to come back to herself, a twisted grin spreading across her face. She skipped over to him laughing slightly to herself.

He led them down into a large room within the container ship, in the middle of the room was a huge pile of money. It must have been at least half a storey high and spread out across much of the room.

"Put him on the top" the Joker said to the goons motioning to Lau, and they dragged him up quickly. Either Lau was stupid or very clever as he did not struggle as the Joker climbed up the pile behind the goons with a chair. He placed it on the top and the goons pulled Lau into it before the Joker dismissed them and left them to go look out for the Chechen.

He began to tie Lau, who was now dressed in a straight jacket to the seat.

"He's here" shouted the voice of the goon no less than a few minutes later and the Joker looked up from his place, before ducking back down to continue tying Lau to the chair securely.

Jester stood back to lean on the wall as she heard footsteps approaching. The Chechen was a skinny man with a shallow face and sharp features and he smiled disgustingly at Jester as he entered the room.

"Not so crazy as you look." said the Chechen loudly to the Joker who began to stand up on top of the pile.

"I told you, I'm a man of my word," said Joker standing up fully, on top of the pile of money before he patted Lau on the head sarcastically and jumped down the pile, sliding down most of it to come to a standing stop in front of one of the goons. He looked back at the money as piles of it slid down in his wake.

"Where's the Italian?" the Joker asked though he knew full well that Maroni would not be coming.

"I don't know, but he's not here so he doesn't get a share. We go 50/50" said Chechen in his broken English. The Joker shrugged at this before picking up wads of money and beginning to launch them up at the Lau hitting him in that face a few times.

"Please" Lau begged and Jester laughed loudly as yet another wad of money hit him.

"Joker-man, what you do with all your money?" asked the Chechen pointing to the pile with his lit cigar.

"You see, I'm a guy of simple taste," said the Joker turning to the Chechen.

"I enjoy... dynamite … and gunpowder... and gasoline," he said the last one much louder than the rest. The Joker took a step back, as a goon with a gas can came in and began to soak the bottom layer of cash in petrol.

"What the...?" exclaimed the Chechen rushing towards the goon angrily.

"Ah, dah, dah. dah." sung the Joker pointing his gun at the Chechen who stopped dead in his tracks.

"And you know the thing that they all have in common?" the Joker asked the Chechen approaching him again.

"They're cheap," he said with a slight growl in his voice. Jester glanced down at her phone, checking the time, it was just past 5, and she shot the Joker a meaningful look.

"You said you were a man of your word," said the Chechen , the cigar in his mouth causing him to slur.

"Oh, I am." said the Joker before he pulled the cigar from the Chechen's mouth. He held the cigar up blowing on the end a few times.

"I'm only burning my half," he said before he turned and threw the cigar at the petrol-soaked pile of money. It was engulfed in flames in seconds and Lau began to wiggle in his restraints. The Chechen face went grey and he looked at the burning cash in horror.

"All you care about is money." spat the Joker to him.

"This town deserves a better class of criminal... and I'm gonna give it to them." said the Joker, his face close to the Chechen's.

"Tell your men they work for me now." said the Joker poking the Chechen hard in the chest with his gun.

"This is my city," he said and the Chechen moved his face away.

"They won't work for a freak," the Chechen said.

"Freak." mimicked the Joker making fun of the Russian's accent.

"Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? Hm?" the Joker said as he brought his knife out and waved it in front of the Chechen's face.

"And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is." shouted the Joker, as a tow of the Chechen men came up behind the Chechen and held a blade to the Russians throat, before pulling him away.

"It's not about money, it's about sending a message." muttered the Joker to himself, before he pulled his phone out his pocket and began to dial.

"Everything burns" he cried loudly as Jester began to laugh.

"I had a vision" began the Joker into the phone, after a few moments Jester moved over to him and began to play with the buttons of his waistcoat.

"Of a world without Batman. The mob ground out a little profit and the police tried to shut them down one block at a time. And it was so boring! I've had a change of heart. I don't want Mr Reese spoiling everything but why should I have all the fun? Let's give someone else a chance. If Coleman Reese isn't dead in 60 minutes then I’ll blow up a hospital" said the Joker before he hung up and pushed his phone back into his pocket. He looked down at the raven haired clown still playing with the buttons of his waistcoat.

He reached out and pulled her chin up so she was looking at him before his arms moved to encircle her waist, he leant in and kissed her hard and she let out a squeal of delight. He bit hard on her bottom lip, drawing blood and she grinned at him.

"Come on gorgeous," he said, taking her hand in his and leading her away from the flaming pile of cash.

The Joker really was a man of his word as before they left the ship, he did indeed chop the Chechen up into little pieces and feed him to his beloved Rottweilers.

"Can we keep them?" Jester cooed as she knelt down and stroked one's head as it ate lumps of its old master.

"You want to?" The Joker asked as she began to scratch the dog behind the ear, causing its back leg to kick strangely.

"Yes, please, they're so cute and they are trained as attack dogs, they could be useful," she whined looking up at him with big eyes.

"Sure, put the dogs in the van," the Joker said, turning to his new men, who without question led the three enormous dogs away.

"Thank you," she said getting up and moving closer to him.

"Anything for you" he purred against her ear as he brought her close to him again.

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Thank you so much for reading, sorry it took me longer to post this chapter but things have been a bit mad at home recently. Hope you enjoying please, please like and reblog.

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conflictandscotchblog · 4 years ago

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When People Need Help, Lend a Hand and Not Just the Middle Finger

I will file this under people are fucking assholes…

Went to Belmar (in New Jersey) last Sunday, the place was packed (but they are not the assholes in this story). When I left, I reached route thirty-four north, and it was bumper-to-bumper. Took a while before someone let me in. Not sure how far behind me it went, but in front of me, the reason for the back up was out of sight. Pure volume, most likely, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. At the circle, route thirty-three west and route thirty-four north combine into two lanes, thirty-four on the right and thirty-three on the left; I was on the right. When I crest the hill, I see the source of the problem: a car stopped in the left lane, driver and passenger doors open, a young women, barely in her twenties, searched the back seat for something. She must have been there for a while based on the length of the back up and yet, she was alone – no one stopped.

I pulled my car in front of hers, put on my flashers, got out and ask her what is wrong? She said the car just stopped, and it wouldn’t start.

Then she said, “I think something is burning, I smell smoke.”

The problem, anyone who knows me, knows I have no sense of smell (don’t worry, pre-Covid by decades).

I asked if she called the police (she had) and if she had Triple A (she did). Then asked, where do you have to go? Where do you live?

“Connecticut,” she said.

Damn, I didn’t even notice the plates. I tried to start the car, but wouldn’t kick over. She had gas, it wasn’t overheated, I didn’t think it needed a jump. I popped the hood, and looked around, but that was just for show. When I was a kid, my first cars where fixed by replacing the battery, the alternator, or the generator. Now you need a computer to find out what is wrong.

She was coming from Belmar, so asked if her friends where still there – they were. Told her to call them in case they need to tow the car. She talked to her Dad, who said try and get it off the road; we were in the left hand lane with no shoulder. The only way to get it across was for her to steer and me to push.

Nineteen-seventy-six Al, that would not be a problem. Twenty-twenty-one balding, out-of-shape Al – problem.

What comes next is why I stated up front people are fucking assholes…

I stood in front of her car, and I scanned the right hand lane, while cars merged into the one lane behind us, to see if I can catch a glimpse of a car full of guys I can flag down and give us some help. Starts off nice, a woman slows and says she called the police, and what kind of car it is, but I told her she already called.

Then another woman hands us a bottle of water. Also nice.

Then this older, round faced, gray-haired-fuck of a couple stare at me through their windshields, hands up, and give me the finger.

As they pulled away I ran after the car for a bit, yelling “fuck you you fucking fucks!” (I love a good alliteration) They just kept driving. Good thing, because I am sure I could have taken the husband, but the look on his wife’s face, pretty sure she could bite through a chain.

As I walked back to the girl’s car, someone in a white pick up truck, going in the opposite direction screamed out, “Fucking move the car!”

I yelled back, “Thanks, we would have never thought of that!” (Actually, I didn’t, but that sounds like something I would said in that situation)

When the police officer arrives, he asked me to move my car over to the shoulder and wait there. He pushed her car with his SUV over to the shoulder behind mine.

A few minutes later he waved me over. He said everything was taken care of, thanked me, and said I could leave. After giving him a rundown (her friends in Belmar, Triple A) I told him how people reacted to her. Yelling, giving us the finger. He smiled and said, “Yes, I see it all the time”.

Of course he did.

As I drove home I thought about how people reacted to a young woman stranded on a highway. No one stopped, just scowls, hand gestures, shaking their heads.

Why do people act that way?

Oh, that’s right, they are fucking assholes...

#Belmar #Jersey Shore #Traffic

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degenerate-yandere · 5 years ago

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Could you consider doing one similar to the blue lions finding their darling but with black eagles

Part two to this I guess. Enjoy! This was in my drafts for like three days I’m so sorry anon. (Linhardt was so hard to write for oml)

TW: Yandere, abuse, kidnapping, manipulation, gas lighting

When Caspar laid eyes on you for the first time after all these years - he was so, so relieved. He’ll outright refuse to believe you ran away from him; why would you? You clearly loved him as much as he loved you - it’s so obvious from the way you started to accept his affections the weeks leading up to your disappearance. Suffice to say, he isn’t the…. brightest of the Black Eagles bunch. That lack of critical thinking extends to the inability to understand why this oddly familiar child is trying to pry you away from his crushing affectionate grip. It seems outwardly distressed at your tears (obviously ones of joy). And then, it calls you ‘Mother’. One by one, the pieces click together as Caspar’s atrophied brain kicks into overdrive. He’ll grin so widely at your horrified expression; so innocent in his enthusiasm. “Is - is this our kid, (y/n)!?” He’ll ignore you when you shake your head - a desperate plea to leave you alone. The child will be swept up into his arms and held firmly against his chest. “Hey, little guy - It’s me, your daddy! Isn’t this awesome? we’re finally meeting!” Caspar’ll coo about their mother; reminiscing his delusions as if they were fact. He’ll tell them how pretty he thinks their mother is, the romantic way in which they met, the undying love they have for each other. The child, of course, will believe every word of. You’re terrified of what might result if you refuse him, Before you know it, you’ll be thrown over his broad shoulder as he carries you and your child back home. Caspar will increase security tenfold. Whatever was behind your disappearance, he’ll ensure it never steals you away again. The reinforced chain against your ankle is for your own good - he promises. He’ll seldom leave you out of his sight, Parenting wise; he isn’t jealous nor does he perceive his child as a potential threat.However he’s just kind of… thick-headed. He gives horrible advice, has no idea how to take care of a child and even encourages engagement with dangerous activities. Caspar himself is much like a kid; which makes him incredibly unfit to raise one. Your child will have a strange upbringing. It’ll realize as it matures how abnormal this whole situation is. They loved nothing more than cuddling with their mother whilst their father read to them, but now; it’s hard to drown out the constant, quiet sobs and the rattling of metal.

Hubert would reunite with his darling whilst performing duties on behalf of the empire. He’ll double take when he sees you cleaning away at a window of your quaint little cottage. A smirk, both sinister and ecstatic, stretches across his face. He’s finally found you, his beloved angel. But… what’s this? There’s a little brat following you around - Unlike Caspar, Hubert possesses the intellect to put two and two together quite quickly. He’ll stride over to you, menacing and purposeful, placing a cold hand against your shoulder. Your heart stops as you look upon him with absolute horror. Your tears only make him smile, as he rubs tender circles against your wet cheek. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it dearest?” His tone could’ve been somewhat serene, if not for the twisted adoration that laces every syllable. A serpentine eye will meet the terrified gaze of his child, trembling at the doorway. Children have always been scared of Hubert, his own flesh and blood is no exception. Likewise, Hubert has never liked children. There’s no attachment to his own kin - he simply sees it as a means to a much more important end. He’d hate to have you mourn over the loss of your young one; but he’ll assure you that all will be well if you simply go with him. Of course, you will. What other choice do you have? You won’t escape punishment; lacerations and burns litter your skin as reminders of your defiance. Hubert loves the leverage that his child brings, it makes you nice and complacent to every demand. Despite this, he adores the way chains look wrapped around your tender flesh - so he’ll never forego them. As a father Hubert…. is not good. He isn’t really jealous - he simply doesn’t care for it. He’s stern, harsh, cold and inconsiderate. To him; it’s simply another padlock, another link in the chain that ensures you remain by his side. You’re his angel. A preserved piece of heaven. And he’ll be damned if he lets you slip away ever again.

Oh, poor Ferdinand has spent the past years wallowing in heartbreak. You were his beloved, his princess, his soulmate. So when he finally sees you again, he can’t hold back. He’ll be upon you nigh instantly, hands cupping your cheeks as he locks you in a tender kiss. A soft, meek little voice will draw his attention away from you. “W-why are you kissing my mommy?”. No amount of demanding or begging will rid you of him now. He can’t help but break into a cheshire grin, crouching beside his child and latching his hands affectionately onto their shoulders. “Oh, my dearest (y/n)! This is perfect!” He’ll forget about his torturous heartbreak - instead euphoric in the realization of his greatest fantasy. He finally has a family with his beloved wife. It’s a dream come true. For him, at least. He’ll tell his child that it’s a Von Aegir, as if it’s supposed to know what that entails. You’ll be made oh so pliable by his promises of prosperity for your child, as well as the subtle threats he weaves between seemingly innocent comments. He’ll take you and the young one back to where you both belong. Honestly, Ferdinand would definitely be one of the better dads. He makes sure his child is well behaved, educated, groomed, properly clothed and fed, and he’s dutifully doting and affectionate. The love that’ll bloom between the father and his kin make it so much harder to escape him. He’ll always have the sway over your child - which means he’ll have control over you. Ferdinand will be the utmost content with this situation. In fact, it makes him realize just how much he wants more little Von Aegirs running around.

Linhardt is a pretty unique case, honestly. He’s never a yandere you’d have to physically escape from. Rather, it’s an un-entanglement from the subtle self-doubt and emotional reliance he’s cultivated within you. So when you do decide you’ve had enough, he won’t hold you back when you walk out the door. The guilt will do that itself. If the two of you do reunite with your child in tow, expect to be overwhelmed with a subtle barrage of verbal attacks. How awful is it that your child hasn’t seen their father? You must be incredibly selfish if you’re denying them both the right to see each other. Only a terrible mother would insist on neglecting the needs of their young. He’ll remain nonchalant, yet kind to his child - soft-spoken and inquisitive. It’ll be a subtle threat; would you like to receive the scorn of your child? He can make you the monster of this entire ordeal. He’ll ensure you calmly that it’ll all be alright if you and your kin come back with him, telling you he simply has the interests of his child in mind. “Don’t you want them to have a family, (y/n)? Or perhaps you’d prefer them to have to live in a splintered household.” If your willpower falters, you’ll cave. He’s not so bad, right?. Linhardt will return to his feline affections; pulling you against him as he sleeps off hours of the day - like nothing ever happened. As a father, Linhardt is pretty decent. He’s level-headed and won’t get jealous of his kid like those other maniacs out there. He won’t be especially doting, but he’s attentive and understanding. To truly escape Linhardt is a herculean task. Doubt, regret and guilt are all more sturdy than iron or steel could ever be. After all, the best bindings are the ones you create yourself.

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laylacooke · 5 years ago

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It’s Just Like Lotion, Right? || Raul & Layla

timing: During the weeks the carnival was in town parties: @bloodapples& @laylacooke summary: With Raul’s help, Layla plays an exciting game of Hanyo! warnings: Hanyo tw [you’ve been warned.]

Layla had longed for something to get her mind off things, but in a healthy way. The last week had been the most heartless and cruelest week of her life, and while she didn’t feel like she deserved happiness right now, she at least needed a break. Hearing laughter and seeing the bright lights not too far off, Layla found herself at the carnival. Paying for a ticket and entering the attraction, the young wolf took in the sights, and then she spotted it; a big catfish monster plush. The thing was almost hideous but had big black eyes and long dangly whiskers that made it cute. It was half the size of Layla’s own body. But as lonely as she had been, she had longed to have it so she could cuddle up with it at night. However, seeing what you had to do made her a little apprehensive, “What the hell is Hanyo?”

Roller coasters were lit up in metal spirals and gyres against the night sky. Tents full of games, prizes, and performances were strung and playfully garish flashing signs. Fortune tellers and challenges for the bored and gullible dotted the inroads between the tents. The Ferris wheel dominated the skyline, a behemoth somehow erected in the space of a single night.

Raul had been sitting with some of his fellow farmlands at the tent the Salazar homestead had been allowed to set up to sell food so long as the vampires adhered to the Ringmasters' rules. Raul’s spirit had been freed from all remorse and regret, but bereft of a soul to anchor it, his interest tended to wander. Thus the redhead’s plight at a nearby tent had caught his attention.

“It’s like mayonnaise you can put on your hands,” Raul told her upon wandering over.

“Be nice little brother,” Emilio chided his younger clanmate telepathically through the bond vampires of the same lineage shared, his mental voice warm with an undercurrent of laughter.

“Hold back your thirst little brother,” came Ignacio’s sterner telepathic command, his mental presence the cold flame to Emilio’s roseate mirth. “The Master has expressly forbidden us from feeding on the carnival..”

“Oh lighten up Ignacio,” interrupted Diego’s sardonic psychic voice. “Little Raul is gonna be real polite to ginger chica aren’ you … right Raul?” For all of Diego’s amiable playfulness, there was always a razored edge within his smile.

“Yeah yeah guys I get it,” Raul shot back to his clansmen mentally before returning his full attention to Layla. “It’s like lotion but...like edible y’know?”

Layla narrowed her eyes. It was a bit strange, but what in this town wasn’t? As the random guy explained it to her, she paused for a moment to think it over. What could be the worst thing that happened? Last week had taken the cake from assault to stealing a tractor and wrecking it. Pondering the idea of sticking her hands into the off white, thick substance, she looked to the man standing next to her, “And I win a prize, just for putting my hands in this stuff?” The smell radiating off it from the summer heat kind of turned her stomach, considering werewolf senses heightened everything, but she wanted that damn catfish monster. The dumbest and simplest thing that could bring her pleasure in a world full of darkness right now, “Fine. I’ll do it.” She stepped a little closer to the booth waiting for his instructions, somewhat glancing at the other guys sitting at the tent and giving them a soft, but sad smile. “Has anybody won tonight?”

Raul Torres didn’t have the capacity for empathy, at least not since killing others in the blind frenzy of bloodthirst had led a once soft-hearted young to relinquish his soul under the weight of that guilt. Yet, that didn’t stop him from at least noticing the girl’s rueful manner. Raul felt curiosity rather than compassion or concern but focusing on anything other than the omnipresent thirst that gnawed inside of him was a welcome distraction.

“Not that I’ve seen,” admitted Raul as he leaned against one of the tent poles. “We’ve been handling food.” The fledgling vampire nodded back to the concession stands full of farm-grown food some of his clanmates were running nearby, several of the young men nodding to Layla with toothy smiles. “So been avoiding getting that stuff on our hands”

Raul glanced up at the sign above the bored face-mask wearing fellow running the malodorous Hanyo game. “Looks like there's a marble somewhere in there. Find it before time’s up and you winna prize.”

Layla noticed Rauel’s friends smiling at her. Returning a small grin, she looked back to the booth in front of her. She wanted that prize. And the instructions sounded easy enough. However, the guy running the booth didn’t seem too excited. Maybe that was a good sign. It meant no losing limbs or getting sucked into a world of Hanyo.

She looked back to Rauel, “I’m gonna do it.” The smell seemed like it was getting worse, but if she could stomach it for a little while longer, that Catfish Monster plush was hers.

Taking a deep breath, and gagging a little, she stepped forward. As she slipped her hands down in the vat of goop, the warmth where it had been roasting in the sun all day made her shudder, “Oh dear Lord, what am I doing?” Seeing the masked man flip on the timer, without so much as a warning. Layla started digging around in the thick, off-white sludge. Creamy or moist wasn’t words she had ever wanted to hear again, and she was pretty sure the smell would haunt her until the day she died.

Raul’s senses had all sharpened after he’d woken up in a morgue in Oaxaca de Juárez. He’d previously thought of death as a cold numbness, but the truth was that since rising up as a vampire everything was incredibly intense. Raul experienced the world like an animal predator now, every color, stray movement, sound, or smell so vivid that at first, it’d been overwhelming.

Some were more intense than others of course, even while talking to this girl Raul could tell she was alive. Her heartbeat seemed to thud in the back of his mind, the warm blood in her veins humming like a live power line. There’d been a time where Raul would've gotten distracted and blushy around a beautiful face framed by autumnal hair that fell down supple shoulders. But now Raul couldn’t help unconsciously seeing the living as prey, a viscous instinct that invariably tainted his other thoughts even if Raul tried to suppress it.

Of course, those supernaturally keen senses came with other drawbacks.

Such as making sun-heated mayo all over some chica’s hand smell like she’d perfumed herself up with world war mustard gas.

“Mierda,” Raul gagged, his eyes watering. “Wait I’ll …” He gave Layla a wide berth while trying to retrieve some hand sanitizer and wipes to offer to her.

Layla continued to dig around in the thick, creamy sludge. Her eyes were already in tears, and she could just make out the time on the nearby clock counting down. Moving a little faster as she suppressed gagging, the teenager finally found what she was looking for, “Gotcha you tiny little bastard.”

Pulling her hand out of the huge container of mayo, before the time ran out, Layla quickly stepped back and started coughing more than she had originally intended. Full blown tears were now pouring out of her squinted eyes, but any chance at wiping them away was impossible, and she knew if she had brought her mayo layered arms and hands closer to her face, she would surely vomit.

Eyes shifting between Raul, who was looking for hand sanitizer and wipes, and the unhappy worker who had been hovering over the large vat of off-white goop, she slowly held up the marble, “I found your marble. Please tell me that damn Catfish Monster, that’s nearly the same size as me, is mine. Otherwise, I might just steal it and run.” The last part was almost a joke, but after what she had just endured (and was still enduring, until she could clean her hands), she was seriously starting to consider it.

With Raul back in no time, Layla gladly took the sanitizer and wipes utilizing them to the best she could resorting to her only other option when it wouldn’t fully come off; her jeans. She would burn them when she got home.

Catfish Monster plush in tow, she squealed at her accomplishment as she said a quick goodbye and thanks to Raul, his buddies, and the unhappy looking man who had kept score of the game. Despite having that lingering smell in her nostrils, that would probably last a lifetime, Layla happily left the carnival satisfied with her prize and her one game she had played. It was a good night, and one she had needed. And she couldn’t wait to see the look on Indy’s cute little face when she came home with something that was nearly five times his size.

#para: it's just like lotion right?#bloodapples #hanyo tw #wickedswriting #potw: something wicked carnival

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mycatshuman · 5 years ago

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Good Deeds

Chapter 2 : Past Memories and a Nosey Boss

Word count: 2, 241

Warnings: Mentions of not having enough to eat, sleeping in a car, living in a car, lying, anxious about being bullied or teased, cussing, homeless characters, brief mentions of past mugging, let me know if I missed any.

Pairings: Background Logicality, eventual Prinxiety

Thank you so so much to @civilsounds17 and @icequeenoriginal for reading through this chapter for me! You are blessings. Seriously.

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Virgil ran a hand through his purple hair as he leaned back against his seat with a sigh. He took a glance behind him to check on Thomas and let a rare fond smile fall across his face. Thomas lay across the back seat, his Aladdin blanket wrapped tightly around him. He was almost asleep. The soft lull of Disney music filtering through the air. Virgil reached back and brushed a strand of lilac-colored hair out of his face. Virgil smiled as a memory flashed through his mind.

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"Virgil! Virgil! Virgil!"

Virgil looked up just in time to watch his brother, Thomas, bound excitedly into the living room. Virgil let out a soft laugh as he watched the other stop in front of him and jump up and down. Thomas stopped bouncing. However, Virgil noticed he was practically vibrating where he stood. He raised an eyebrow.

"Talyn got their hair dyed and I want to get mine dyed!"

Virgil blinked. Taking a moment to process the request coming from his brother. "You want to dye your hair?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah!" Thomas exclaimed as he nodded his head enthusiastically.

Virgil bit his lip. "Okay...we can dye your hair."

"Yay-"

"But," Virgil started, cutting Thomas off. "It's not going to be permanent. It will wash out. Okay?"

Thomas wrinkled his nose but nodded quickly. "Yes!"

Virgil smiled as Thomas turned to go start on homework. Thomas froze and Virgil frowned as he noticed the stiffness to his shoulders. Thomas turned around with a look of uncertainty on his face as he twisted the straps of his backpack in his hands.

"What if...what if people laugh at me?" He asked hesitantly.

Virgil's eyes widened. Shit! I do not know how to handle this! "Why should it matter if they do?" He asked as he crouched down to Thomas's eye level. "What matters is that you," Virgil pointed at Thomas's heart. "Are happy. Okay? So what if they laugh? It's probably because they’re jealous, or they just don't want to admit you look really cool."

Thomas stared up at his brother with awe. "Really?"

Virgil nodded. "Yup! And even still, Talyn And Joan won't laugh. If you're really nervous, I can dye my hair with you, how does that sound?"

Thomas gasped. "But Virgil, you don't like standing out! Won't purple hair make you stand out?"

Virgil frowned. "Purple? I thought you would have chosen red."

Thomas shook his head. "Yeah, but purple is your favorite color, and it has some red in it and I want us to match and Talyn said red is hard."

Virgil rapidly blinked as he felt teary-eyed. "Oh! That makes sense."

Thomas surged forward and wrapped Virgil in a hug as tight as he could make it—which wasn't very tight considering he was still kid-sized.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!" He turned and went back to getting his homework and Virgil let a smile move across his face.

It was rare to see Thomas so happy like this. After everything happened, it took a while for Thomas to start being even remotely like his old self again. Virgil knew he would never be the same but he wished his brother would at least be happier. And he was so grateful when Thomas came home excitedly shouting about new friends. Virgil knew he would do anything to keep that smile on his brother's face. Anything.

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"V?" Virgil blinked out of the memory and looked down to see Thomas peeking up at him from behind his bangs.

"Hey," Virgil whispered softly. He climbed out of his seat and kneeled in front of his brother. "Having trouble sleeping?"

Thomas nodded, his eyes cast downwards as he mumbled. "I'm hungry."

Virgil tried to control his facial features. Keeping his grimace inside his mind, he leaned back and frowned. "Hhm, now we can't have a Prince be so hungry!"

Thomas giggled. Virgil grabbed his backpack and examined its contents. He had about ten boxes of granola bars, two bags or pretzels, and a few boxes of drink mixes. He reached in and pulled out a bar handing it to Thomas. "Here, eat up. Then try to get some sleep, you've got school tomorrow."

"Thanks, V." Thomas sat up and started munching on the bar as Virgil moved to sit back in the driver's seat. He let out a sigh as he looked straight ahead as he tried to figure out what to do.

The food in his backpack was all they had. And he had some money set aside for gas and drinks. But he didn't know how long it would last. I have two water bottles. I can fill those up for us and I can let Thomas use the drink mixes if he doesn't want just water. And I don't have to eat as much. Maybe half a bar of granola every four days.

Virgil watched an expensive silver car out of the corner of his vision as it slowed to a stop on the other side of the road. Frowning, he turned to find the man from earlier motion for him to roll his window down. "Are you following me?" He asked once he had rolled down his window.

The man turned to look at the back window and called out, "Where'd you come from little Prince?"

Virgil sighed as he realized Thomas had popped up to see who he was talking to.

"The babysitter just dropped him off. Thomas, please sit down," Virgil said. A quick excuse. An easy little lie.

"You know, you really shouldn't sit on these side streets. My secretary got mugged while going to her car one night-"

Virgil huffed as he called out, "Thank you!" And rolled his window back up. "Princey needs to just go," he muttered.

The guy in the car motioned for him to roll his window down again. Virgil huffed angrily. "What do you want?"

"Are you okay? You're just sitting here."

"My car won't start, but it's fine."

"I don't know much about cars, but I could call a tow truck for you?"

"You did that already, Princey. I don't want to repeat that," Virgil snarked.

The guy in the car let out a short laugh. "Yeah, but this time to help you ...I could drop you and your brother off somewhere if you'd like?"

Why won't you just leave us alone?!?!? "No, I've got a friend who's gonna be here soon-"

"Someone's on their way?" The man asked, cutting Virgil off.

Virgil huffed angrily. "Yeah, so you don't have to-"

"Okay, I'll wait then," the man flashed a bright grin. "I'll just find a spot.."

"No! What?!?!" Virgil watched as the other man drove closer to the end of the street. "He's not gonna-" the man parked. "He-" Virgil frowned and let out an annoyed huff. "Thomas, could you sit down and be quiet? We don't know anything about this man. He's a stranger." Thomas nodded and sat down and pulled his blanket tighter around himself.

Virgil watched as the man climbed out of his car and walked across the street. He fought to keep the annoyance off his face as the man climbed into the passenger seat. "I did not invite you into my car, Princey."

The man flashed another smile at him. "I know, so I invited myself. And Princey?"

Virgil glared at the man. "Yeah, Princey, just like you to be stuck up and do whatever you want."

The man let out a string of offended noises as a hand flew to his chest. "Excuse me-"

Thomas let out a small giggle and the man turned back to him with a broad grin, something about it reminded Virgil of the kind of people who worked as characters for kids. "Hi, what's your name?"

Thomas bit his lip and shot a glance at Virgil. "I'm not supposed to tell my name to strangers," he mumbled.

The man's eyes rose in surprise. "Oh! Oh! How silly of me, how dare I ask for your name without giving mine first. I am Roman! At your service."

Thomas giggled. "I'm Thomas!"

"Thomas?" Roman asked and the other nodded enthusiastically. "Well! Thomas is quite a noble name! Are you perhaps a Prince? A knight in disguise?"

Thomas giggled as he shook his head. "N-no!" He cried out as he laughed. "I'm just Thomas!"

Roman's eyes widened comically. "Oh no! You are not "just Thomas". I assure you that there is a very real possibility that you are royalty or of noble blood. And I'm sure your brother agrees?" He turned to Virgil who was watching the whole ordeal with both fond and cautious expressions.

Thomas and Roman stared at him expectedly as they waited for his response. "I think he's right, Thomas. I mean, you could very well be royalty."

Thomas's eyes sparked with the prospect. "Does that make you a Prince too!?!"

Roman chuckled as Virgil froze. "Yes it does," Roman replied coming to Virgil's rescue. Thomas giggled and pulled a blanket up around him. Roman smiled fondly before turning to Virgil and raising an eyebrow. "Did you hear my name?" He whispered.

Virgil scoffed. "Obviously I did Princey. You just told him."

Roman laughed. "That doesn't mean you heard."

Virgil rolled his eyes. "It’s Roman. Yeah, you'd think this was an interrogation."

Roman stifled a laugh. "It’s Roman Deeds."

Virgil froze. Deeds. Deeds. Deeds. DEEDS! DEEDS!! DEEDS!!!! The name bounced around in Virgil's head. "Oh," was all he said. Then. "I'm sorry-"

"And you are?" Roman asked, cutting Virgil off.

Virgil closed his eyes. "Unemployed."

Roman chuckled. "No. I'm not going to fire you."

Virgil gripped at his jeans, his nails biting into his palms. "I am mortified. I am so sorry for calling you an ass."

Roman laughed. "It's fine. Now, were you going to give me your name or was I going to have to ask your brother?"

Virgil shook his head. "I'm Virgil."

Roman smiled. Virgil. It was a pretty name. "Good to meet you, Virgil."

Virgil nodded slightly. "You too," he said. Not because it was the polite thing to do but it was a bit..refreshing to talk to someone who wouldn't look him with pity or disgust. The car went silent for a few awkward minutes. In the back, Thomas sat joyfully playing with his stuffed animals. He was introducing them all to a new one. Virgil had gotten it earlier that day. As a way to apologize to Thomas before he could fix everything. Virgil sighed. "You don't have to stay here. We'll be fine."

Roman shook his head. "No, really, it's all good."

"No, it’s fine, real-"

"My secretary was mugged. I had her working late and all so I felt bad..."

Virgil stopped Roman with a blank look. "I'm guessing you want to stay in the car."

Roman nodded "Yeah if you don't mind, of course. I'd just feel a lot better if you had someone here to keep you safe-"

Virgil nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Thomas stopped playing for a moment. "Prince Roman-"

Roman waved his hand. "Please, just Roman is fine your highness."

Thomas giggled before continuing. "Do you work with my brother?"

Roman nodded. "Yup."

"What floor?"

"All the way on the top floor."

Thomas visibly brightened, having something else to share with the prince. "I was on the top floor!"

Virgil's eyes widened and he quickly butts in. "No, Thomas, uh, you're thinking of a different building."

Thomas frowned before sitting back and going back to playing with his stuffed animals.

Roman looked between the two, suspicious. He let his eyes inspect the car closer and notice boxes and trash bags piled in the back. "You guys sure have a lot of stuff in here.."

Virgil felt his heart rate spike with anxiety. "Yeah, we're in the process of moving. So..we're almost done. We'll be done soon."

Roman frowned, unconvinced. "What part of town?"

Virgil bit his lip, thinking. "I don't think you would know it," he said. Trying to change the subject while thinking of a way of getting Roman out of his car so he and Thomas could get gas. He was thankfully? Saved by Thomas's stomach grumbling. Guilt stabbed Virgil's heart and he had to suppress his tears.

"Was that your stomach?" Roman asked as he turned to Thomas with a small chuckle.

Virgil frowned. "Did the babysitter not feed you?" He asked Thomas. Thomas bit his lip.

Roman shot Thomas a wink. "There's a pizza joint just up the block. We can walk there if you'd like?"

Virgil shook his head quickly. "I-I left my wallet at home-"

Roman waved his hands. "No, no. It’s fine. I got it. My treat. Come on." He opened the door and hopped out. Virgil bit his lip as he climbed out and then helped Thomas out of the car. "Let’s go!" Roman cried out before leading the way with a funny walk, causing Thomas to giggle.

Virgil was nervous. On one hand, Thomas was getting food and on the other, this was a stranger. A complete stranger. His boss. An adult. A responsible adult. One who could call child services and end up getting Thomas taken away from him. Taken away and sent back to- he stopped, shaking that train of thought out of his head. He forced a smile onto his face and the three walked to the pizza parlor.

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dontdietwd · 4 years ago

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Day 178

Twenty-eight weeks pregnant. Almost five months since the world ended. Thirty-seven days since we lost the house. Three and a half months without the group. Without Daryl.

It was not all bad. We had good moments. Each one had kept their own car and we could carry a lot of things with us, things that made us safe and comfortable. We had weapons, food, water, and we got good in finding shelter. Basements were our spot of choice and we could stay in a place for about a week until all resources from said place were gone or if we were overrun. Our little four-way group, just like it had been when it was just Michonne, Andrea and I, worked great together. The three of them kept on looking at me for the most important decisions, but most part of time we all thought like one, sometimes we didn’t even need to speak.

Merle was… Adapting. And incredibly more capable of adapting I would have ever thought he was. Not being on drugs or even drinking anymore had changed him. Well, of course, he was still Merle. Hot headed, foul mouthed, surely an asshole. On the first few days he came on to Andrea and Michonne like a thirsty man at the sight of water, but was slowly letting it go, respecting them more. But one thing he did from the first day on the road as protect. Merle was like our body guard, not that we needed it too much since the three of us were more than capable of fighting, but he took upon himself that this was his role, he would protect and defend us. This I had always known about Merle. Even when he was a bad person, he’d always had my back, had always protected me. The man was loyal to a fault. It was a Dixon thing. I would never forget how at the simple sight of me Merle had turned his back to the bandits he’d been working for, given up on a big, thriving community with all the comforts that came with it, and walked away with us to live the perils of homelessness in the apocalypse, all to be near me again. Not that I understood it completely. I didn’t really know why he was such a loyal friend to me. Not that I was complaining, of course. Having him around was good, he was even able to make me laugh and was showing the good parts of his personality.

He also made me feel somehow closer to Daryl and, incredibly, made me keep the positivity that one day we’d find him. My hopes went down many, many times, to the point I could give up and just accept Daryl was in the past, but Merle would have it. He was certain we’d still find him, just like he’d been certain he would one day find me and his brother. Merle had always though he’d find us together, at the same time, and not separately, but still. He believed it for real and made me keep faith as well.

That day we had been driven away from the bank we’d been holed up in for nearly a week by a small heard and the fact that the place was stinking so bad it was getting hard to breathe in, so we were on the road again. We had taken to drive only two cars and tow the others with ropes as a form of saving gas but still having all the cars.

It was a dirt side road, much like where our previous house had been, and there was an untrimmed, overgrown long hedge that went on for like fifty or sixty yards until there was a wide opening at a corner. I slowed down to a stop, looking at it. Seconds later, Andrea stopped her car by our side and I could see she and Michonne were also observing the same thing I was.

“What ya think’s inside?” Merle asked by my side.

“Let’s find out,” and I moved with the car again until we parked in front of the opening.

Inside we could see it was a paved street that elongated into the area, trees all around it and two or three houses barely visible, one of them pretty close to the opening. It was very quiet. The four of us came out of the cars, all thinking the same. We would do the same thing we’d been doing for so long: check, clear, loot, and if it was good, stay for as long it was possible.

It was a huge square shaped area, streets on two sides with the gateless opening right on the corner, and dense woods on the other two sides. It took us a while to round it all and make sure it was all closed – it wasn’t, really, there was a small metal fence gate on the back that led to the woods, weed overgrown nearly covering it all, rusted and locked tight. Getting back to the opening, we slowly and silently made our way in.

Before we could reach the first house, though – it was a mobile home styled house, we could see now, walkers came out of the trees and from around the house itself. Many of them. Refusing to shoot because of the noise, we dealt with over a ten of them before getting to the minuscule house porch. More were coming when Merle busted the door opened, no time to check for sound or look through the windows this time, and we entered. There were two more inside, which Andrea and Michonne killed off as Merle and I dragged a couch to secure the door with its ruined lock. Walkers outside tried to get in, loud groans and nails scratching the wooden door.

Still silently, we checked the house and found it was clear. It was a tiny one-bedroom trailer, fully furnished, with just the one door as a way in. I was already opening the kitchen cabinets trying to find anything useful and it was all there, like someone had been living there before the world ended and left without packing anything. There were bags of chips and pasta and cans of soup, meat and sauces. In the bedroom Andrea found a dresser filled with men’s clothes.

Merle was already sitting on the couch, groaning at his aching legs, when we all gathered there, the walkers outside still trying to get to us. Right by the door there was a table and booth and a window above it. Sliding into the booth and taking my knife out, I opened at the window a crack and hit the knife there on the windowsill to get their attention off the door. Using the crack, I started stabbing their heads, making them drop one by one. Michonne quietly approached and gestured me to let her do it after around ten minutes I’d been doing it, and kept on going. The number of walkers increased, their own kind attracting the attention of others, and then dropped again until no more were heard around the house. Outside, there was a pile of dead, fetid corpses.

“Let’s get the cars in,” I told them, the first word I’d spoken in hours.

We had to skip over the walkers’ bodies to get out of the trailer and then went back outside to get the cars. The noise of the engines attracted more of them.

“Son of a bitch, motherfuckers just keep comin’!”

“We’ll do the same again,” I said from his side in the car. “Go further, to the next house.”

The second house was a little larger than the first, and it looked a bit more well taken care of. The owner was still inside, a chubby little old lady who might have been a cute grandma once. It was not hard putting her down. This house was a two-bedroom, cozy little home with flowery curtains on the kitchen window and what had been daisies now dry in a vase.

Right across the street there was the largest of the three houses, painted in olive with white windows and a more spacious porch. This house was the next one we’d go in, but it was probably going to be the last one because it was going to get dark soon. We crossed the street on a quick run and tested the door before busting it open and found it unlocked. Al usual, Merle went in first and froze right there, the three of us hovering around his shoulders.

“Move Merle!” Michonne told him as we eyed the walkers that were coming close to our backs.

Instead, Merle put his arms up, his knifed stump in the air as he said, “No need to shoot, man.”

Fuck.

Looking around him, I saw there was a man inside, a .12 shotgun pointed right at Merle’s chest.

“Incoming!” Andrea warned us and I had to turn away from the living man threat to deal with the dead ones. Still under the man’s aim, Merle didn’t move to help us, but he did step away from the threshold and back onto the porch. We were lucky there weren’t many of them on this tide. Finishing the last one, I ran back to Merle and rounded him as I dropped my bush axe and stood in front of him.

“Fuck you doin’?” Merle reacted.

“Hey, we mean no harm!” I told the man who looked from Merle to me. He looked like he was trying to be firm but his eyes betrayed him. He was scared as hell. “We’re just looking for a safe place, same as everyone else! We’ll just go,” and I nudged Merle with my back to his chest to make him take a step back, which he did.

“Will?”

Okay, what? It was a female voice, weak and sounding real old, coming from the inside of the house. The man, Will, turned his head nervously to look at the direction it came from and them back at us.

“D’you have company, dear?” she spoke again.

“No, Ma!” Will said nervously. “Was just someone at the wrong house. They’ll be goin’ away now!”

“Oh, okay. I just made lemonade, if they want some!”

“Go!” Will ordered.

“You got a group?” I asked him.

“Sam, let’s just go!” Michonne whispered from behind me.

“No group, but this is our house and you’re not welcome!”

“It’s just you in this place?”

“That I know of.”

“We ain’t a threat, Will,” I told him, trying to sound calm, my hands still in the air. “Were just looking for a safe place. We might stay in one of the other houses for the night, if you don’t mind.”

“How can I be sure you ain’t a threat?” he asked and his voice shook a little.

“You got an elder here, man,” Merle answered instead of me. “Wouldn’t harm an old lady.”

His shotgun went down just a little as he said, “Just stay away from my house!”

“We will!” I assured him and told the others over my shoulder, “Go on guys, let’s go back across the street.”

Behind me I felt them move backwards, Merle’s chest not touching my back now, and I saw as Will licked his dry lips nervously.

“You got any food?” he asked.

“Not much, but I can spare you some if you’re hungry,” I told him. “But only if you stop pointing that gun on us.”

He looked to his side into the house again and back at us nervously before doing so. We were still outside.

“She’s 97,” he told us. “She ain’t got a clue what’s happenin’.”

“I understand, Will. My name is Sam, this is Merle,” he looked at Merle who was hovering over my shoulders. “Andrea and Michonne. We really don’t mean any harm, okay?”

He nodded nervously, swallowing hard.

“She didn’t really make a lemonade, ya know.”

“Thought so,” I tried smiling at him, but my heart was still accelerated. “It’s just the two of you?”

“No, my sister’s out there, went looking for food. We wanted to go in the other houses but there’s always dead people inside. Can’t get bit and leave Ma alone.”

“Okay, just make sure your sister doesn’t shoot us when she comes back home?” I asked him and he nodded. “We’ll get you some cans, alright?”

“Ya sure ‘bout that, darlin’?” Merle asked me. “Man just had a fuckin’ shotgun pointed at my chest a minute ago.”

“Yeah, and we tried to break into his house. You’d do the same.”

“Ya sure ya can spare?” Will asked and eyed my stomach. “I see ya need it.”

“Wouldn’t give it away if we couldn’t spare it.”

I did give him some, we’d found a good amount in the first house and had all that we’d been carrying with us in the cars. We were good. We didn’t get to see his old mother then, we just went back to the house across the street and stayed there. Sun went down and we arranged a quick dinner – there was still gas in the gas canister outside, so we could warm the food up and boil the water that came out of the faucet. It was a clear water but you never know. After eating we make sleeping and lookout arrangements.

Merle wouldn’t take his eyes off the window and the house across the street. We could see the light of oil lamps in there and shadows inside. Once I could see three of them, which meant the sister had come back without us seeing it. Maybe the house had a back door. They didn’t get out or did anything else, though, but I could see Merle was worried and if I knew him well, he wouldn’t be leaving that window any time soon.

The house went silent and we lit a few candles to be able to see anything. I stood by Merle, looking out as well. There were crickets and cicadas singing outside and it reminded me of the quarry camp, the tents, and Daryl. As if on cue, the baby moved and I rested my hand on my stomach and I saw Merle look down at it quickly before looking out again.

I thought of when we were on the road and stopped at a gas station, right after we left Savannah. Daryl and Merle were bickering and I heard Merle tell Daryl not to hit on me and I hadn’t wanted to hear it that time, but now thinking of it I knew Merle didn’t approve the idea then. That’s why I hadn’t told him yet. He’d get mad at Daryl for doing what he told him not to do. For some reason… But I wanted to tell him, he deserved to know, especially if we were gonna find Daryl sometime in the future. I didn’t want it to be a surprise to Merle when I jumped on Daryl right in front of him.

“Hey,” I said quietly and Merle looked at me. I pointed at my stomach where my boy was moving quite energetically. Merle didn’t understand, so I reached out for his hand and pulled it so he’d feel it. His eyes went wide when the baby jumped under his palm. He’d never felt it before. “This baby? That’s your nephew,” I whispered. “Daryl may not have made it, but he wanted it. And I wanted it to be his too, so it is. That’s your nephew.”

His look was unreadable, expressionless, but his large, calloused hand still rested there. The baby stopped after a few seconds and I let his hand go and he withdrew it, but still looked at me.

“I know you told him not to,” I moved on. “But we did get together. For a whole four days before that fuckin’ night. And it was real. It was that real thing people talk about and I never believed I’d find.”

Merle looked out the window again, thoughtful. “Thought so,” he told me. “The way you talk ‘bout ‘im…”

“I love him, Merle,” I told him firmly yet gently.

He nodded and was silent for a long moment until he finally said “Told him not to come onto ya.”

“I know. Just don’t know why.”

“’Cause we Dixon’s no good,” he said bitterly ad looked sideways at me. “Known that my whole life. Thought ya could do better.”

“That’s not true, Merle. Fuck do you mean, no good? You two have been rocks in my life since that fuckin’ night at my place. Having my back, protecting me, being my friends, my family. Even before when you were a sonofabitch all the time, you were my friend.”

“Even when I tried to get you ta drink?”

His voice was so bitter when he said that, that I knew he’d been thinking about that night. He felt guilty, ashamed for what he’d done. And he should, it had been a shitty move.

“You did wrong then, Merle, but ya different now. A sober Merle’s a whole different person. I guess you just didn’t know that ‘cause you’d been drunk and stoned for too long.”

“Got told that ma whole fuckin’ life,” his voice sounded like a low thunder. “Old Will Dixon?” he said taking an unconscious look at the house across the street where the other Will lived. “Always sayin’ we were just like’im.”

“Yeah, I know all about the old Dixon,” I said angrily. “What he did to Daryl… And to you, getting you two to believe you were pieces ‘o shit like he was. He just wanted his boys not to be better than him and you both believed it. You even kept telling Daryl those things yourself, ‘cause you believed‘em,” and then I turned fully to Merle, arms crossed. “Well, ya know what? Old Dixon had no fuckin’ idea what he was on about. He didn’t know his sons the way I do now. Ya good enough, Merle. You good enough to be my family and Daryl’s good enough to be my man.”

I don’t think nobody had ever said good things to Merle before. I don’t think anybody had had his back. Nobody had been kind to him and that’s why he got fucked up like he still was, believed himself a piece of shit and therefore acted like it.

He was silent for a long time and I let the moment stretch. He was thinking hard.

“We had a sister, ya know?” he finally said.

“I know. Georgia.”

He nodded, “Meningitis,” he told me. “She was seven, just one year older than Daryl, I was fifteen. Ya reminded me o’ her,” I nodded, wordless. He’d called me Georgia up on the roof in Atlanta. “If that baby there’s my nephew…” he looked at me. “That means ya my sister.”

My eyes filled up with tears. That was it, this was my brother. I had a family. I had two sisters who were sleeping right now, and now I had a brother as well.

“Not that ya takin’ Georgia’s place,” Merle felt the need to say. “No replacing that little angel.”

I laughed tearfully, “I know that. And ya know, you my brother, Merle, but Daryl?” I shook my head slowly. “Daryl ain’t my brother!”

He laughed too saying “Don’t make this gross!”

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keanubot · 6 years ago

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I Love You Like The Sun Came Out (Keanu Reeves/Reader) Chapter 2

WELL i’ve been gone for a little while and i hope you guys don’t uhhhh hate me or anything fsdkhfsd i wouldn’t blame you if you did but oh well. basically the past few months have been kinda difficult for me and i stopped writing for a little bit. but my inspiration is slowly coming back to me and i was finally able to finish a new chapter of this fic for you. thank you so much for being so patient, you truly have no idea how much it’s meant to me 💖

okay, enough rambling. here’s the new chapter!! let me know what you think!!

warnings: none for this chapter

word count: about 3.5k

The first two weeks of your new job are… interesting, to say the least. When you first applied you’d had no idea that feeding the koi fish would mean having to drive back and forth to the house eight times a day, and you certainly hadn’t factored in the sheer amount of plants to water. How Keanu has managed to accumulate so many remains a mystery to you, and keeping track of all their schedules is somehow even more difficult than the actual watering. Some need daily care, some need watering twice a week, some once every two weeks, etc. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to remember it all.

The actual cleaning probably takes up the least of your time, which is definitely a relief. His bathrooms are all spotless anyway, and since you’re the only one going in and out every day, the floors are clean. You have to admit, it feels kind of good to enter such a big house every day, especially after driving from your relatively small and crowded apartment. Your roommates haven’t really asked you much about the job; they lost interest when you told them Keanu wouldn’t be back for a month. Typical.

For the first two weeks, your days go like this:

You drive your shitty car to Keanu’s house at 7am – about an hour long drive which is beyond annoying, but you’re trying not to dwell on that. You let yourself in and immediately go to the fish, grabbing their food from the crate by the pond and standing over the water. The first time you’d fed them you were completely in awe, their little mouths popping up above the water and opening wide for their meal. You’d watched in fascination as they devoured every single bite.

You still do, to be honest. It’s been almost two weeks and you’re still not over the sheer beauty of them. It’s more than a little difficult not to give them names, but you don’t want to intrude your own ideas on someone else’s pets. (Even though you’ve secretly already named the black one with glittery gold specks – your favorite – Cosmo. But no one has to know that.)

After feeding the fish you trail through the house and water the plants that need daily care; most of them are in the kitchen which is the brightest and most dry room in the house. There’s also a bonsai tree in the library that makes you a bit nervous; the instructions you’d been given had said to water it based on the dryness of the soil, which is much harder to judge than you thought it would be. At this point you’re just hoping that you don’t accidentally kill something.

So that’s how your day goes, every single day. In between your fish feeding shifts you try to stay close to the house, not wanting to go all the way back home only to have to make the same drive back. You end up spending a lot of time at a nearby Starbucks, scrolling through your phone and looking at casting calls that might be available to you. So far you have two new auditions set up, both for commercials. It’s not ideal – god, completely far from it – but it’s something.

Part of you wishes you could just…stay at Keanu’s house all day. Despite being big, it’s so cozy; you can’t help but feel at home there. But you know that would be inappropriate, not to mention creepy. Still, you can’t help but wish you could; you’ve fallen in love with the house, even though it’s only been two weeks. Every time you’ve been in the library all you’ve wanted to do is settle on the couch and read a book. Make a cup of tea in the kitchen. Try out one of those bass guitars in the music room. Organize that ridiculously messy office.

But you can’t, so there’s not much else you can really do. You’d already wiped down the kitchen and bathrooms on your first day, as well as dusted everything. But you still need to come back three more times to feed the fish, which is by far the only negative thing about this job. Because your car is shit. Absolute shit.

But you do it. Because it’s the job, and it could be so much worse. That’s what you keep telling yourself, anyway.

That is… until the last day of your second week.

You’re almost at Keanu’s house – your last trip of the day – when you notice that your car is going much slower than usual. You know it can’t be a gas problem because you’d just filled it up this morning, and when the hood begins to emit large amounts of thick smoke, you know something’s wrong. You suddenly find yourself on the side of the road, head in your hands as you wait for a tow truck you can’t afford.

You shouldn’t have told his assistant you had reliable transportation, you think to yourself as the tow truck pulls up, but hindsight isn’t going to get you out of this situation. Twenty minutes and over a hundred dollars in towing fees later, you’re being picked up by Alexis, one of your roommates – very exasperated at this interruption in her day – and then making an urgent phone call to a car repair service employee who informs you that just getting an estimate on your repairs will cost 150 dollars. By the time you’re pulling into Keanu’s driveway, it’s an understatement to say that you’re feeling incredibly defeated.

“Just give me ten minutes,” you say, opening the car door, “I’m gonna feed the fish and call his assistant.”

She stares at you, “Couldn’t you just…pretend to do it? I mean, come on, how much food do fish really need?”

And therein lies the difference between you and your roommates, “No, I really should, they get hungry pretty fast.”

“Okay, well hopefully you still have a job when you come out.” Alexis replies, and you can’t tell if she’s trying to be helpful or not. You close the door and head towards the house, then hear her calling out to you, “Can I come in and look around?”

You grimace, turning back to look at her, “Uh, no, that’s not allowed, sorry.” You actually have no idea if it’s allowed or not, but the idea of having one of your roommates in what has become a very calm space for you makes you pretty uncomfortable. You don’t need that energy following you to work.

You make your way out to the koi pond and grab some food from their crate, heading over to the water and sitting cross legged in front of it. You start shaking bits of food into the hungry mouths of the fish below, unable to stop yourself from smiling at them as they eat despite feeling shitty as hell right now. You spot Cosmo and reach down to run your index finger along his scales. You do feel a little guilty for naming someone else’s fish, but apparently not enough to stop you.

“Well, babies…time to seal my fate,” you sigh, reaching your hand back and taking out your phone. “Depending on how this phone call goes, I might not be your temporary mama for much longer.”

After one last moment of hesitation, you scroll through your contacts and find Keanu’s assistant, pressing the phone icon and bringing it to your ear. After a few long beeps – and a few seconds of desperately hoping she won’t answer – her voice is suddenly in your ear.

“Y/N! I’ve been meaning to check in, I’m glad you called!”

You’re suddenly hit with a small wave of relief when you realize she seems to be in a good mood. The last thing you need is making an already irritated person even more irritated.

“Hi! Yeah, it’s going well, I just finished feeding the fish for the day.”

“Great! And I’m guessing you’ve become accustomed to the house now? Know where everything is?”

“Yep,” you stand up and walk over to the food crate, placing what’s left back inside, “It’s a beautiful house, I love it here.”

“That’s good to hear. Listen, I don’t really have much time to chat-” Of course, “-but if there’s something you need, go ahead!”

“Well, there is – uh – one thing.”

“What’s that?”

You cringe, taking a deep breath and shoving a hand in the pocket of your hoodie, “Well, unfortunately I ran into a bit of car trouble today.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, I’m sorry.” She still doesn’t sound irritated; you wonder how long that will last.

“Thank you, yeah, there’s something wrong with the engine, I think? I talked to a mechanic but he needs to take a look at it before he can pinpoint the problem. I’m gonna have to put it in the shop to get fixed.” You take a deep breath, “I’m not sure for how long exactly.”

“That is too bad. Do you have alternative transportation? We can easily accommodate that if you need it.”

You freeze, eyes widening in surprise, “Wait, really?”

“I’m sure we can figure something out, yes. I’ll contact Keanu and get a second opinion but I’m sure he’ll be on board.”

“I- wow, thank you so much.”

“You sound surprised,” his assistant says, laughing lightly, “I hope you didn’t think he’d fire you over something like that.”

“Well, I-” you shake your head, dumbfounded, “Yeah, I guess so,” you laugh to yourself, “I mean, I haven’t met him yet, so…”

She just laughs again, “Well, let me tell you, he’ll probably get a real kick out of that.”

Oh, god. Would she really tell him that? You want to ask if she’s joking or not but you don’t want to push your luck, totally relieved by how easy this conversation has gone.

“I’m gonna have to let you go unfortunately, but I’ll get in touch with you tomorrow morning and we’ll figure out the details. Good talking to you!” She hangs up before you can say goodbye, but it doesn’t even bother you. You’re just in complete awe of the fact that you still have a job.

Maybe you’re stupid for thinking you’d lose it to begin with, but you never know with celebrities. You’ve heard many a horror story about certain actors in the industry and the way they treat their employees; you suppose you just happen to be one of the lucky ones.

You take one last look at the fish and then head back through the house to the entrance. Alexis is still waiting in the car, focused on her phone as you open the passenger door and slip inside.

“Well, I still have a job.”

No response. She holds a finger up and continues to text with her other hand, then hits send and looks up at you, “Sorry, what?”

You’re too relieved to even be annoyed.

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You sleep pretty peacefully, still a little unsure of what transportation arrangements are going to be made for you in the morning, but not enough to keep you awake. You end up having a dream about The Matrix which leaves you feeling a bit strange when you wake up, still trying to process the fact that Neo is now your boss. The ridiculousness is laughable, but you don’t have time to think about it – the reason you woke up is because your phone is ringing.

You look at the time – 5:47am. Your alarm is set for 6 so it’s not much of an inconvenience, but you squint at the phone number lit up on the screen, trying to figure out who it is. You don’t recognize it, but it could be the repair shop you’d put your car into last night, so you clear your throat from sleep and bring it to your ear.

“Hello?” you sound groggy and tired, but you doubt a mechanic is going to care about that.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” a male voice responds, slightly hoarse like yours but very soft.

“Yes,” you reply, unable to stop a yawn from escaping your mouth, “God, sorry.”

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, I was already up,” you lie, not wanting to seem rude, “Is this about my car?” You sit up in bed, swinging your legs over the side and walking over to your window to pull apart the curtains.

“Yeah, I wanted to get in touch with you about everything; my assistant filled me in. This is Keanu Reeves, by the way.”

You feel the phone drop from your fingers and you’re barely able to catch it before it hits the floor, heart suddenly racing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You turn away from the window and spot your reflection in the mirror; your face has gone pale.

Well, you certainly hadn’t been expecting this. Pull yourself together, you tell yourself, before putting the phone back to your ear – thankfully your minor freak out had actually only lasted a few seconds.

“Oh, hi, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you directly,” you honestly surprise yourself with the calmness of your voice, sounding pleasant and casual even though your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your chest, “I’m so used to talking to your assistant.”

He laughs lightly, and there’s a child-like quality to it that you like, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve been working for the past little bit and haven’t had much time to sort all this stuff out. She’s better at it than me anyway.”

You laugh, feeling your tension ease a bit. You already feel like you’re talking to an acquaintance, not a boss, and it’s quite comforting.

“Anyway, it’s too bad about your car, I hate when that happens,” he chuckles softly again, “If I was in LA I’d probably have a look at it for you, save you the trouble.”

“And the money.” You say, not really thinking about the fact that you’re literally talking to a millionaire who probably hasn’t had to worry about money since he was twenty.

“That too,” he agrees, a smile in his voice “Well, since you’re in a bit of a pickle I just wanted to call you myself and give you a couple options that Candice and I kind of brainstormed last night.”

Candice. That’s his assistants name. You feel guilty for not remembering it until now but it’s not like you’ve been working with her every day.

“Lay ‘em on me.” You reply, and wince immediately at your obvious awkwardness.

Keanu laughs again – he’s a very giggly person, you realize, which you honestly never would have expected, “Well,” he puts a lot of emphasis on the word, you can still hear that he’s smiling, “We can set you up with a rental, probably something that’ll make you look really cool, make everybody jealous, all that jazz…”

You snort and then cringe at the sound of it, but he doesn’t seem to find it obnoxious, continuing talking like there was no disruption.

“Or, how would you like to stay at the house for a few weeks?”

You feel your eyebrows go up in surprise, then scrunch in confusion.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he says it casually, like it’s truly no big deal at all that he’s asking if you want to live in his house, “We’d still set you up with a rental, but you won’t have to deal with all the annoying back-and-forth. I mean, the place is empty, except for the fish of course, so you won’t be bothered by anyone,” he pauses, “Well, and Jay – he’s the gardener – but he only stops by once a week. We’d let him know you’re there.”

It’s like you’re hearing the words but they’re not fully computing inside your brain, leaving you unable to figure out what to say. When you went to sleep last night you never in your wildest dreams had expected to wake up to a phone call from Keanu Reeves, let alone have him ask if you want to temporarily move into his house.

Does this actually happen? Is it normal for an actor to do this? What do I even say? Would it be rude to say yes? But is that what he wants me to say? What if he’s just being polite and he wants me to say no? Your mind is racing with a million thoughts a minute, dead air suddenly hanging between yours and Keanu’s phone call.

“It sounds crazy, I know,” he says, a bit loud in your ear, “I mean, I’m basically just some guy asking if you want to live in his house – ” he halts for a few seconds, “ – that does sound weird, doesn’t it? It’s not though,” he laughs again, a bit awkwardly this time, “Well, maybe it is, I don’t know. I don’t think so. It’s up to you, though.”

He has a tendency to ramble it seems, just like you do. You can see the color returning to your face in the mirror, cheeks going a bit redder than normal as you notice this similarity.

“It’s not weird,” you reassure him, even though it kind of is, but not in a creepy way; more-so in an ‘actors aren’t usually this accommodating’ kind of way, “I’d actually, um…well, I’d kind of love that, to be honest. Your house is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He says, a bit softer; you can sense some relief in his voice that he hasn’t scared you off.

There’s another few seconds of silence before you quickly decide to break it again, “When should I…?” you trail off, not knowing exactly how to word it.

He understands immediately, “Oh, whenever you want! Today, tomorrow, completely up to you. I’ll have some groceries delivered later today so the fridge is stocked, you can send Candice a list of anything you might want. Feel free to go a little crazy.”

You’re still in a weird state of shock, shaking your head as he speaks, “So, you’re…like…totally fine with this? You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” he responds, smile back in his voice, “Listen, that house is too big to not have anyone living in it. And I want you to actually enjoy your job, shake some of the stress off, ya know?”

His reputation really precedes him, huh.

“Well, I really appreciate it, truly,” you’re already thinking about how great it’s gonna be to get away from your roommates for a little while, “Honestly, I think I’ll probably be moved in by the end of today.”

“Great! Candice is gonna send a car to your house; what would you prefer? Audi? Lexus?”

You know those are both expensive car brands, but you really have absolutely no idea what the distinction is between the two or which would be the better option. Despite this, you try to play it cool, “Uh, surprise me.”

He might see through you but if he does, he doesn’t let it show, “Alright!” his enthusiasm makes you smile, “That’s exciting!”

You laugh, “It is!”

“I love cars,” he says with a happy sigh, “There’s just something about them, ya know? The way they- ” he suddenly seems to compose himself, “God, sorry, I’ll call Candice and get it set up for you.”

You can’t help but laugh again, a little bit harder this time at his random car tangent, and he gasps in faux-shock in response.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Maybe.”

He chuckles, “Hey, I thought we had a good thing goin’ here.”

“We do!” you say right away, feeling a nervous pang in your chest, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, God, don’t apologize! Totally kidding,” he clears his throat, “It’s probably too early for jokes, my bad.” You’re about to tell him it isn’t and you’re just being your anxious self, but he continues before you get the chance, “I’ll let you go and have Candice get in touch with you about the car.”

“Okay,” you nod, “Before you go, um…”

He doesn’t say anything, just waits in silence for you to finish your thought, which you appreciate – even though it makes you a bit nervous.

“Thank you. Not just for the house thing, but for everything – the job and all that,” you bite your lip, feeling your familiar awkwardness creeping back in, “It’s, uh, a really good opportunity for me.” What does that even mean? An opportunity to do what, exactly? God.

“There’s no need to thank me for anything, seriously,” he sounds incredibly sincere, “I’m the one who should be thanking you, which I’ll do now: thank you!”

You can’t help but giggle, feeling your cheeks warm again; he’s very charming, you’ll give him that.

“You’re welcome, Keanu.”

For some reason, the way his name slips off your tongue gives you goosebumps.

“I’ll talk to you again soon,” he says, voice still soft, “Bye.”

“Bye.”

You slowly bring the phone down from your ear, then toss it onto your bed. After staring at it for a few seconds, you turn back to the window and finish opening the curtains.

You’re not sure why exactly, but LA suddenly looks different.

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