#father paul hill x y/n

[always-andromeda]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Father Paul Hill x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 2925

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + "Everything I've done...every atrocity, it's been for you."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ okay, I haven't exactly finished a piece in a good while. so this one is sort of serving as a warm-up and if it's terrible (which I have a good feeling it is lmao), I'm gonna have to ask y'all to be gentle on me. I've loved this man for a while now and this is sort of experimental. tl;dr: I am a sensitive little baby right now so treat me as such.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), obviously a pretty massive gap in both age and power, depictions of blood and death, could be read as dub con at first (if you squint really hard) but firmly lands on the side of full con, a lot of religious mumbo jumbo (lmao let's ignore the fact that I know almost nothing about Catholicism <3), so much blasphemy, oral (female receiving), a twinge of sub!Paul, and that's all I can think of!! let me know if more is needed!!

(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)

Behind closed eyelids, all you saw was darkness. And through that darkness came white hot agony. It was practically blinding as it shot up your spine before detonating in your brain. Those little fragments of pain speckled across the inside of your skull.

You wanted to scream, hurl, cry, something. Anything to physically release the intense pain assaulted your nerves. But you wouldn't be granted that mercy. No.

For now, your suffering was confined to this unending darkness. For now, you waited in the void of your own being for the tragedy to subside.

For weeks you anxiously waited for the return of Monsignor Pruitt from his mission trip. Though spending your afternoons looking after the dementia ridden clergyman wasn't exactly your idea of a good time, it was far better than slumming it with Beverly Keane. After all, you were 99% sure that whatever Bev heard managed to make its way all around the island.

Crockett Island was a melting pot of rumors. By now you'd heard the stories; the mythology of the island's residents had woven together to form a complex tapestry. And the longer you stayed, the more you realized how little you desired to be a part of it all.

But you didn't have a choice. Whether you liked it or not, Crockett's citizens had already spun your narrative.

Everyone knew how your mother had taken you away from the island at the ripe age of five years old; saving you the heartache of being raised by an alcoholic father. Part of you had always been grateful for it despite how tough it had been being raised by a single mother who hardly had anything to her name. Yet you couldn't help the guilt that poured into your lungs like cement whenever someone mentioned how much your father had suffered before he died.

Because that was the only way you would've gone back to the island that lived in the shadows of your memory: death. And upon meeting Monsignor Pruitt, it became clear that death would also be the only way you'd want to leave.

The relationship that had bloomed between you and him was a humble one. He'd offered to talk you through your grief which you'd promptly denied. Though you attended services, you weren't much for religion and you weren't about to embrace it fresh off of the death of a father who was practically a stranger. It felt disingenuous.

Finding God is reserved for real tragedies, right?

You'd asked the question like it was a joke.

Monsignor Pruitt had merely tilted his head before replying in that lilting, raspy voice of his: Depends on what you think qualifies as a tragedy.

With a quick eye roll, you'd written the answer off as one of those unbalanced moments of his. Over the course of a few months, you'd become well acquainted with them. Going to services and keeping him company was something to do. Something other than rifling through decades of your father's clutter and further entangling yourself with the community. Something other than being reminded of your own wasted potential.

Strangely, the monsignor felt less like an all seeing eye and more like...a friend. And now, faced with his "temporary" replacement, you were finally certain of what qualified as a tragedy to you.

From the moment Father Paul had addressed the church, you were unsettled. He may have been perfectly kind and personable enough, but his mannerisms edged on the uncanny valley. It was the way he spoke during sermons and how that tone rarely changed during one-on-one conversations. Though he couldn't have been older than thirty, he often held himself as if he'd been around the block more times than anyone could fathom. It was easy to chalk it up to his nature. Of course the man of God had an eerie way of making you feel like a puny mortal.

But Monsignor Pruitt had never made you feel like that. You couldn't brush the thought of the old man out of your mind.

Every time Father Paul attempted to placate your worries, it only pushed you deeper into the depths of distrust. Somehow you just knew he was lying.

And for all of Father Paul's wisdom and mystique, he wasn't a good liar. His tone would shift as he glossed over your concerns with a quick reassurance that Monsignor Pruitt was recovering just fine on the mainland. When you felt brave enough to press him for more, he'd wring his hands or squeeze them into fists. Almost as if he had to physically stop himself from reprimanding you. After all, who were you to question him?

When your eyes finally opened, your vision was overwhelmed by the light. Softly, slowly, the light haloed around the head of a figure that carefully came into view. As your sight sharpened, you quickly realized who stood over you. 

The man you held the most wariness for was kneeling over you. His long face wrought with concern, the alarm bells were already blaring in your muddled mind. But as much as you tried to force the air from your lungs to scream, you could only let out a pathetic, strangled squeak.

That was when he spoke. His voice shook with what sounded like uncertainty, "You mustn't overexert yourself. You're still coming back. But don't worry, you'll be yourself again soon. All in due time."

No matter how much you tried to speak, to move, neither of the actions came to you. All you could do is watch as Father Paul pulled your paralyzed body into his arms and cradled you. And as the potency of your helplessness settled in, you vaguely felt tears prick at your waterline. 

Normally, you would've rather died than allowing yourself to cry in front of someone, especially in front of the father. This time you couldn't control the few tears that slid freely down your cheeks, landing on the father's hand where he gripped your still aching shoulder.

He noticed them immediately and let you out of his grasp long enough to stare into your glossy eyes.

You couldn't quite decipher the intent behind the softness of his gaze. But somehow it was enough to allow the nausea that had slowly been rising in your chest to subside.

Father Paul raised a hand to cup your face. His thumb carefully stroked your cheek, sweeping away the wet trails left by your despair. And whether it was from your sensitivity or the intimacy of the act, you didn't know. But your skin shivered. 

As you gradually regained the feeling in your body, you realized that the first thing you felt after the pain was him. The inherent warmth of his embrace. And in some fucked up way, it was comforting. Feeling like prey, you blinked back the rest of your tears and allowed yourself to soak up as much of him as you could; anything to get rid of the dull pain that plagued your nerves.

You noticed there were tears brimming his own eyes as he smiled softly. "There, you mustn't cry. You've been so brave and in return you've been blessed."

It was then that you began to regain enough cognizance to question what was happening.

Flashes of memory played each time you blinked.

That damned question had been on the tip of your tongue again.

So you found him in the recreational center. There he’d been, on his knees, praying fervently.

Hopefully you're praying for the monsignor's return.

You regretted the words almost as soon as you'd said them. Because as soon as Paul turned, he gave you that dark look that rarely graced his features. This time he hadn't even tried to hide it with his usual discretion.

He merely stared right past you with his eyes wide and pleading. 

You hadn't had the chance to see the thing that attacked you fully. But you felt its teeth at your neck. You felt your own blood dripping from your neck in such a thick stream that the dizziness came almost as soon as you hit the ground. You felt the rough, pale skin of the creature as it smothered you, greedily devouring every ounce of your life.

Of course you were surprised to find yourself lying on the sheets of Paul's bed in his modest home, but that shock was the least of your worries. How were you still alive?

He told his tale as your body mended itself. You didn't know how much time passed. All you knew is that you were enraptured with the sticky sense of dread that was growing in your stomach as he spoke.

You were acutely aware of just how much it sounded like a sermon. How, whether he was aware of it or not, he was pulling out every stop in the preacher's handbook to try and convince you. And if he didn’t sound so convinced himself, you would swear this was deliberate manipulation. But nothing else could possibly explain his youthful appearance and all that he knew. He could recite your history right back to you despite the fact that you’d never once trusted him nearly enough to give it. Only the monsignor knew your deepest fears and your darkest secrets. But this wasn’t your monsignor.

Father Paul was some new beast; an amalgamation of the sweet old man you’d once known, the deceptive preacher who took his place, and some other supernatural force that you couldn’t quite name.

Though you’d only caught half a glimpse of the creature, you attempted to express your terror. That only spurred him on further as he contended that when an angel of the Lord appeared to the shepherds upon the birth of Jesus, it deliberately told them to not be afraid.

But none of that explained himself. None of it allowed you to comprehend how Monsignor Pruitt could've shed decades of life; how the old man could now stand there, blood drying on the bottom half of his face, and look at you as if you were something he could have.

You didn't have to ask. You knew by then that when the creature had had its fill of your blood, Father Paul had pulled the scraps of you away for himself. The thought hit you dangerously and made something deep inside you rumble. Like a natural disaster, this had unearthed a litany of complications that you never could’ve anticipated.

“We are at a crossroads," Father Paul said gently before letting his conviction surge again, “Now, you once said that finding God was reserved for those experiencing tragedy, correct?”

You nodded sagely. 

Father Paul grasped your trembling hands in his own, “Have you not experienced one of life’s greatest tragedies? The ending of it? You fell right over the edge of life and before the waters of death could claim you, He brought you back. Hebrought us together.”

You shook your head in defiance.

“This was meant to happen. This was part of His plan, for our faiths — our lives — to be renewed.”

With your throat still stiff and dry, you croaked angrily, “There was nothing wrong with my life! There was nothing that needed to supposedly be renewed!” 

He raised his voice suddenly, “Why did you come to this island?”

“Because my father died.”

“A father who was no better than a stranger to you,” he recalled your own words quickly. If the monsignor had been wise, Father Paul was as sharp as a knife, taking his jabs at you with complete accuracy. “You didn’t have to come here. You didn't have to make friends with a crazy old man. By the grace of God, you were led here. You were led here so you could be shown this truth; this gift. And you are denying this gift."

You had to admit that your draw to Crockett had been strange. At first you'd attested it to some childhood curiosity. But you'd deliberately put off taking care of your father's run down property, instead opting to spend time walking in the light of Pruitt. In truth, his companionship had been a breath of fresh air. 

Though the people of Crockett adored him, it was always tinged with pity. You'd never pitied him; only admired him for his wisdom and his resilience. 

Paul's expression softened as he held your face in his hands. "Everything I've done...every atrocity, it's been for you." That was when you saw the edges of his wisdom begin to lift and fall away like a second skin he'd crafted over his own vulnerability.

Underneath it...he was simply a man. A man who wanted to save you. 

“Let me give you more. Let me show you how you can trust me," he whispered.

The first kiss inspired an odd mix of emotions in your chest. There was the coppery tang of dried blood on your tongue, strong enough that it took everything in you not to flinch away from his hold on you. But you remembered his reference to the angel and the shepherds.

Do not be afraid.

So you continued, deepening the kiss with a turn of your head. And for all of the worldly experiences Paul had, you became acutely aware that this sort of connection was not among them.

Whether there'd been any true romantic feelings for the aging monsignor, you couldn't quite say. But your fondness of him had transferred to the man before you. Granted, the transfer wasn't smooth, but it was there nonetheless. Somehow it was stronger than ever as he took your hand and brought it to his lips. The kiss he pressed against your palm was slightly tacky with your own half dried blood still lingering.

You brushed a lock of his wavy, dark hair back so you could properly meet his gaze. With the shroud of time having fallen away from his features you could see just how handsome the man was. It was a hesitant sort of attractiveness; as if the banner of God had prevented him from seeing his full potential.

He'd fed on your life and made himself new. And the thought of your monsignor living on in that small way...all because of you? The electric twinges that sparked in your chest were almost too much to bear.

Without fear you devoured him in another kiss. Quickly the mood turned from reverent to ravenous as Paul attempted to keep up with your fervency.

He couldn't remember the last time sin had overpowered his sense of morality. Because he knew in the traditional sense, this was pure sin. No matter how wrong he believed it might have been to let his hands roam your figure, in his bones it was a temptation that finally felt correct. There was none of that hesitance or shame or fear that he'd felt before. The pendulum had shifted on morality and he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Hardly a moment was spared as he tore into the long skirt and the underwear that had kept you modest for far too long. Perfect beauty like this had to be cherished.

So that is what he did. Planted firmly between your legs, he stared up at you with eyes that gently pleaded for permission; for salvation. With your own half lidded eyes, you nodded before spreading yourself open for him.

Like a flower, you bloomed beautifully and Paul groaned at the sight. He could practically feel the thrumming pulse before him as it waited to indulge him. His hot breath teased you and made sparks dance right beneath the surface of your skin. Still you stayed in place, patiently allowing him time to drink in the sight of your folds already puffing and glistening with slick.

Quietly, you heard him mumble something that you only caught the tail end of.

“–forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

It wasn't too long after that when his tongue found a home in that tight, warm crevice. Your hand knitted itself into his dark hair as you searched for something to ground yourself from the overpowering sensation. Something about this new condition of yours heightened every aspect of pleasure.

If you were in your right mind, it would make sense logically considering you'd felt the unbearable pain of your spine shattering and being put back together again. But this was overwhelming in the entirely opposite direction.

You experienced the pleasure on a cellular level as your climax rushed through your limbs. You seemed to feel the vibrancy of every emotion and atom that comprised your being. Nothing was spared from the glory of this blessing. Not your spasming cunt as it contracted around Paul's blessed tongue. Not your heart that was firmly on the track of restoration. And not your mind as it all at once fell apart in time with your quivering thighs. Blood pulsing, every single one of your pores felt more alive than ever as you finally embraced the higher power that had been waiting for you in the shadows all along.

At that moment, you believed it all. From the Angel to Father Paul's divine transformation to the euphoric paradise that enveloped your entire being...it was all real. And most of all, it was all yours. Thanks to the father's grace and generosity, you would create paradise with him. And that seemed possible. After all, with his head between your thighs, you’d both already created one.

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Blasphemous Rumours

Warnings: 18+, smut, hierophilia, sacrilegious acts, priest kink, fucking on an altar, suggestive themes in a confessional, riding a rosary(?...), hair pulling, biting, light blood play, exhibitionism, suggestive themes during mass, probably smth else but i don’t remember. nothing too crazy🧌. im debating on linking the playlist i wrote this to, but it would kinda get rid of the anonymity of this account…. ~nero :)

Father Paul Hill x female!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

You hated this fuckin ferry. 

You loved your family but you never understood why they never left that island. When you found your way out you left without a second thought. Vowing to never settle here again but that didn’t mean you’d never visit your family. Usually for the holidays you made your way back out here, but this time you just had a break in your schedule and wanted to visit. Wanting to visit didn’t trump the hatred you had for riding this fucking ferry though. 

To be completely honest you didn’t hate the ride itself but rather how the journey made you smell like a feeding bucket at Seaworld. The evening sun was gracing you with its last bit of warmth as it began to tuck itself behind the horizon. Against the cool mist of the water for a split moment, you almost understood the appeal of this lifestyle.

Almost. 

The ferry pulled up to the dock and your eyes fell on the shoreline meeting some abandoned nets and dried out seaweed. The seagulls' mews echoed as you exited the boat. Grabbing your bags you took a deep breath as your feet hit the sand and you began the trek up to your family home. 

Nothings changed. 

It’s been years and everything still looked the same. The houses, the people, hell even the smells were the same. It was uncanny. You saw the church in the distance and were relieved knowing that you could finally lay your bags down soon. As you passed the church your eyes landed on a relatively young man standing outside, a warm smile welcoming anyone that passed by. Styx-colored locks, a slender frame, and a face that looked ever so familiar. Pressing your lips together in a close-lipped smile and waved at him making a mental note to speak to him later. 

Your family’s house was only two doors down from the church and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them. Knocking on the front door you eagerly waited to see who would see your face first. 

“Coming!” 

You heard faintly from the other side and you were greeted by the face of your mother. 

“Y/n! Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you!” 

She embraced you immediately, nearly squeezing the life out of you. 

“Hi, Mom.” You chuckled 

Over her shoulder, you saw your little sister, Briar, smirking at you trying her best not to laugh at your current situation. Your mom pulled you into the house motioning for you to come eat dinner as you arrived just in time. 

“Please, come eat. We’ll worry about your bags later. You came just in time to go to mass with us after.”

Mass? Why so late?

“Mass? Did you guys miss it this morning or something?” 

Washing your hands you turned around to face your family as you dried them. Before you sat down at the table your dad came from around the corner physically interjecting himself into the conversation as your mom spoke. 

“No, they happen—hi dear, they happen in the evening now. A new priest has been filling in for the Monsignor. Apparently, while he left for his trip to Jerusalem he fell terribly ill. Such a shame. But Father Paul is phenomenal! I think you’ll like him.”

Your mom looked at you with a knowing smile and you knew exactly what she was teasing you about. You rolled your lips around your teeth and began to eat, swallowing a sly comment. 

After you guys finished dinner, you fixed yourself for mass. Although you weren’t religious on your own time, you did it for your family while you were here. Plus, it allowed you time to wrestle with your feelings with Christ to see if it really wasn’t for you. Your relationship with God or whoever was out there was complicated. Wildly complicated. You knew in your heart that you were a formal sinner yet you lacked the guilt that should’ve come with that. 

If anything, you relished in it. You loved being entangled with the feeling of sin, it made you feel alive. You felt so strangled as a kid with religion, as if every move you made was under scrutiny so when you found the courage to separate yourself, you may have overindulged in things that were impious in nature. 

Just as you were this evening, clad in a low-cut tank top, a hoodie, jeans, and slip-on Vans. If you felt you didn’t belong in Crockett before, you definitely visually fit the part now. Looking like a complete foreigner in comparison to everyone else. You screamed city. From your clothes, and makeup, even down to the way you spoke. You tried your best to eradicate every trace of Crockett when you left but there was one thing you couldn’t scrub away. 

God. 

God always found a way to squirm His way around your brain and tether you to this island. 

“Y/n! You ready, honey?” 

“Yeah!”

Spraying yourself with a light perfume you walked out into the front room where your family was waiting for you. Filing out the door, the walk to the church was quick which was something you despised as a kid and you could feel those same feelings bubbling up as you neared its entrance. It was as if God was mocking you, knowing that you had such an internal feud with whether or not you believed, what was right and wrong, and if you even had a sliver of faith left within you. 

Sitting down in the pews next to your family, you felt at home once the incense filled your nose. The strange feeling of comfort washing over you as memories of your childhood flashed in front of you. The tottering organ that was moments away from wood decay, the massive crucifix in the center arch of the back of the church, and the haunting glow from the warm ambient lighting had you questioning yourself once again. You swallowed the thought, deciding that nostalgic comfort was weighing out your need for logic. 

You were pulled from your thoughts as everyone around you rose to your feet and the chimes of the bell echoed through the building. It was at this point that you realized how many people were stuffed into the pews. Mass was never like this as a kid. 

He’s either the hottest thing known to man or he’s sent from God himself. 

Anticipation settled in your stomach and you fought the smile that was begging to stretch your lips. You needed to know what it was. Maybe he was just a really good preacher, and you were being facetious–or maybe you just walked into the next Jim Jones story. Either way, your eyes were glued to the hallway counting the seconds to the procession. 

As everyone around you opened their book of hymns you were fixated on the white robe that exited the side door.  You didn’t recognize either of the altar boys and for a brief moment, you wondered where the last two poor bastards ran off to. But then your eyes fell on his. His stark black hair wasn’t as neat as it was earlier today when you were walking through town. A few pieces in the front dangled over his right eyebrow and his head was bowed slightly as he walked through the pews. 

Your mind was pulled away from fully taking in the man as you were distracted by how full the church sounded. When you were younger the hymns always sounded so hollow and weak, but tonight it resembled a traditional mass. Savoring the moment of repose you felt, you found it within you to appreciate the music resonating through the building finding it somewhat odd that they were singing a hymn that sounded so haunting. 

At His feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye~

Your attention drifted back to the priest where he kneeled at the steps and then bowed his head at the altar. When his head raised to stare out across the pews you felt your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Your mom nudged your side, smirking when you turned to look at her. 

“Told you.”

You shoved your tongue in your cheek, swiping it across your teeth as you sat back down. Mass went by in a blink considering you were completely engrossed in the man in front of you rather than his preaching. At some point, you completely tuned out his biblical orations and resorted to the simple pleasures of imagining him and yourself in various scenarios in the church. 

In the pews, across the altar, across the altar with the front door open waiting for Beverly to waltz through, in the confessio-

“Honey, come. I want you to meet Father Paul.”

Your mom tapped you on your shoulder pushing you out of your trance of thoughts. Standing up, you smoothed out your top and took a deep breath in an attempt to shake out the tension in your shoulders you most certainly built up during your daydreaming. Walking out of the church you wondered why you were leaving if she wanted you to meet the man. You turned around and noticed that he was no longer at the altar either. Stepping out to the front, your questions were soon answered as a smooth voice sounded from behind you. 

“I see we have a new face in town.” 

Your mother butt in before you had a chance to speak for yourself. Laying her hand across the small of your back introducing you to the man you just spent the better half of an hour fantasizing about. 

“For a little bit, we do, yes! This is my daughter, y/n. She usually comes around for the holidays but we got lucky this time around. This used to be her home until about two years ago.”

You stuck your hand out, Father Paul grabbing yours with a firm grip and you couldn’t help the compulsion to stare at his hand for a moment before quickly finding your mind and smiling at him.

“Nice of you to step in for the Monsignor. My mom told me you’re his stand-in for the time being.” 

“Yes. I apologize seeing as I’m not who you expected, but I assure you he’s on the road to recovery.” 

As Father Paul spoke, you couldn’t quite place why he looked and felt so familiar. You were running through files of how you could’ve possibly known him but nothing was coming out concrete. 

“Oh! No need to apologize. I quite enjoyed your sermon, it was very similar to what I was used to growing up here. It’s as if he never left.” 

You chuckled out your last sentence and suddenly nerves found themselves coursing through your body as you maintained eye contact. You were committing his face to memory. Whether it be for personal reasons in the dead of night or to try and figure out where you knew him from. You’d wrestle with that later. Right now, you were just hoping that you weren’t being painfully obvious. 

You were. 

You were bordering a fine line of staring and eye-fucking him that your mother and sister were finding absolute humor in. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his clerical collar and his face trying to shake the thoughts that were circling their way around your head. 

“Well, I’m glad that I feel so familiar to you. I hope to see more of you during your time here with us.” 

He smiled at you with such sincerity you forgot about all the lust brewing for a second. His face held so many emotions but you couldn’t place any of them. 

“You will.”

You smiled back at him, your eyes holding something a little more heavy though. You were aware of the priesthood’s celibacy and something about knowing you couldn’t have him made the feeling that more intense. Although, you didn’t miss how it seemed the feeling was reciprocated while you looked at him. Father Paul spoke, breaking the silence that you two created. 

“Well, it was very nice to meet the rest of your family, Mrs. L/N, but I am afraid that I have some matters to tend to back in my rectory. You all have a very nice night.” 

His gaze lingered as he spoke, giving you the same treatment as you did moments before and it was making you squirm on the inside. His gaze was soft but so intense and the contrariety of it left your mind racing. While you and your family said a choir of goodbyes, you watched Father Paul walk away as your family made the way back to the house. Your sister spoke up, whipping you from your thoughts. 

“At this point, you should just tell him you want to fuck him.” 

Both of your parents exclaimed your sister’s name in shock but the two of you were left laughing. 

“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad.” 

“Y/n, you might as well have been sucking his fingers in front of us.” 

As you guys walked back into the house your mom snickered as you genuinely asked for her opinion. 

“Was I being that obvious about it?”

She paused. 

“You could be…less obvious about it.” 

You groaned in embarrassment rushing straight to your room to avoid any teasing for the night. 

“Goodnight!” 

~*~

You couldn’t sleep. You opened your phone to check the time knowing full well that it was the middle of the night. You just wanted to see how late it was. 

3:33. 

Shit. 

You let out an exasperated sigh wiping your hand across your face. It was usually at this point in the night that your hand found its way in between your pajama pants and gently glided itself across your sensitive floret. Your hips jolted forward at the contact and as soon as that sensation spread through your body, images of Father Paul flickered in your mind. As your finger circled over your clit you found yourself reaching your climax faster than usual. As your orgasm flooded through your limbs, your chest heaved for air trying to calm the euphoria running through your veins. 

Pulling your hand from under the sheets, you let your arm drape across your eyes grappling with what you just did. But before you could really identify the problem with your actions, sleep weighed heavily on your eyelids. 

When you woke up, your middle of the night scandal was the first thing on your mind. 

How am I gonna look at him again? 

A string of questions ran through your mind leaving you mentally scattered but as you got ready for the day and saw your sister in the main room, it left the front of your mind. 

“Morning.” 

“Morning. You gonna go to church today?”

You shot your sister a look that was a mixture of embarrassment and a playful knowing. You two erupted into a fit of giggles that ended with you looking at her out of the corner of your eye. 

“Maybe.”

She watched you, impressed by your honesty, and nodded her head. Taking a sip of her drink she spoke through her swallow making her voice a little gummy. 

“Your best chances of seeing him are in the evening. For some reason, he’s stopped coming out in the day. Probably to avoid Bev. That woman would sew herself to his hip if she could.”

“Bev was up the Monsignor’s ass too, nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve never seen someone try to get so close to fucking God.” 

You both were laughing until you saw your mother emerge from the hallway and you halted the sound in your throats. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just givin’ Bev shit for being Bev.”

Your mom laughed through her nose and shook her head at your antics and you were preparing for a small lecture. 

“So I take it you’ll be heading to the church tonight y/n? Typically we only go on Sundays now but I’m sure Father Paul would be ecstatic to see one of us a little more often.” 

Your family took great pride in taking the piss out of you and to be completely fair you made it quite easy. You rolled your eyes at your mother because even she knew you had lost touch with your faith, but now you had reason to find it–maybe. 

“I wasn’t planning on it but since Briar and now you have both greeted me with the question maybe I will. Build some rapport with the man.” 

“We both know you’d wanna build something more than rapport with him.” Briar chimed in. 

“I literally can’t even! You know…with him. It’s against their whole code. Don’t think I forgot. But also they like should come up with a code to not have hot priests, I’m just sayin.” 

They both just hummed in agreement still silently giving you shit. 

“You guys are terrible.” You laughed. 

~*~

You had all day to conjure up a scheme of how you’d find a way to get close to Father Paul and you finally decided on a plan while you were getting ready. 

Confession. 

Technically you didn’t need a priest for confession but it’d be nice to have someone listen while you were in the box. Everyone separated into their rooms for the day and you hoped that was still the case when you stepped out of the house. 

“Skirt’s a little long isn’t it.” 

You didn’t expect Briar to be sitting in the main room so her voice spooked you before you registered her words. 

“Yeah, but I think the side slits balance out the potential prude.” 

You shoved your leg out to the side showing off how the slit in the maxi skirt stopped at the middle of your thigh. Paired with a fairly tight black long sleeve and chunky boots, you were bordering on looking like a mortician. In your mind, being clad in all black hid not only you, but your true intentions from being so visible. The last thing you needed was being sniffed out through a choice of clothing, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hopeful for an interaction. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Be safe.” Briar snickered

Stepping out into the cool night air, you were thankful to feel something other than the emotional heat from your family. It immediately soothed your nerves and you found yourself focusing more on your plan. With the church doors open, you noticed you saw nobody walking in and when you walked up the steps you were surprised to see the pews empty. It felt like you were intruding, like a fly buzzing around a dinner table. Your footsteps echoed in the empty building and you felt an overwhelming feeling to run out and forget about this elaborate plan. To sacrifice your need for affection and carnal satisfaction for a walk across the shoreline or to the general store. Just something else. 

Your eyes panned over to the confession box and you were wrestling with your gut feeling to stay. Maybe you should confess and get it off your chest…just not with him there. With disquieted uncertainty overcoming you, you took a step back to exit the church deciding that you’d come back another day, but when you expected your body to glide through the air, you stumbled into something solid instead. Whipping your body around you apologized profusely. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was spaced out and didn’t hear anybody behind me I’m so-” 

And then you paused. As your eyes traveled up to meet the person you stumbled into your eyes caught the clerical collar. It was like a bullet lodged itself into your chest and you felt your limbs begin to grow cold from shock. You knew who lied above that collar and you had to find the guts to look at him in the eye. 

“It’s no trouble at all. Are you alright? You seem pretty startled.” 

Father Paul placed his hand on your shoulder looking down at you with genuine concern. You made the mistake of looking at him directly in the eye and you wished you didn’t. His deep brown eyes furrowed under his brow waiting for your response but you were entranced by him. Stuttering when you found your voice. 

“I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just was in my head about something.” 

Father Paul cocked his head slightly trying to figure out where to step with you. He narrowed his eyes for a moment and flickered back and forth between you and the confessional box. 

“I noticed you were quite focused on the confessional, were you looking to confess this evening, y/n?” 

You panicked. Backed in a corner, your mouth moved faster than your brain. It was too late before you could register the words flying out of your mouth. 

“Well, yes and no. I’ve been quite separated from my faith as of late but I’ve been struggling with…some intense internal issues that can’t be ignored now. I’m not sure if confession would make it better or worse and that’s why I was so engrossed in it.” 

“Well. We’re here now. If you’re comfortable, I can lead you through it.” 

You were hesitant. You worried that in your current state, you’d divulge too much, but maybe that’s exactly what you needed to do. To just get it all out of your system and bear the humiliation. You looked at him one last time and it was as if he was waiting for your compliance. He may as well have been extending his hand out to lead you to it. Closing your eyes and accepting this as a fated moment you inhaled a deep breath and nodded. 

“Okay.” 

Walking to the confessional, you got down on your knees, folded your hands in front of your mouth, and exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked through the latticed opening and made out a few of Father Paul’s features. A feeling began to pool in your stomach as you realized the dynamic of the situation you were in. Your mind swiftly moved into the gutter wishing you were on your knees for a different reason. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned–and will continue to do so.” 

You paused deciding one last time if you were going to bear all your bones here. Swallowing your pride, like a gun sounding the start of a race, you relieved yourself with zero guilt. 

“Being separated from my faith has left me in a deeply sacrilegious state. For the most part, I can ignore my thoughts, my taboo interests but since I stepped foot back on this island it's all come bubbling back up.”

You looked to see if Father Paul was looking at you but he stared straight ahead giving you his complete focus to your confession. 

“I find, grave desire in things I shouldn’t. Sexual hunger that I can’t displace somewhere else because I know the only reason it brews within me is because I know it’s wrong. Father, these feelings came back to the surface when I laid my eyes on you during Mass. I couldn’t help it. The feeling that pooled in the depths of my stomach and left me aching for something more. Forgive me, Father, for my boldness, but I fear that the only way I can feel relief is to…release.” 

You felt your breath quicken at how honest you were being but it was soon replaced by the feeling of of excitement. 

“I know it’s wrong but I…I can’t stop the feeling. This is all I can say, I’m sorry for my sins.” 

Silence. 

You felt like you sat in silence for an eternity waiting to hear his voice echo to your side, but you didn’t. Instead, you heard the pace of his breathing. You almost confused it for your own but you held your breath trying to calm your nerves and still it echoed. 

“Father…I. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any-” 

“Y/n. Come to the other side. 

As you rose to your feet, you heard the door on his side of the confessional click open. When you stood in front of the door, it was the first time this evening you found the courage to look him directly in the eye. There was a dastardly hunger swimming in his brown eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey, his aura was intense and left you frozen in front of him awaiting his command. His eyebrow slightly cocked upward and his hand raised, coaxing you towards him. You followed, pausing before you stepped inside his side of the box but he coaxed you forward with his voice so smooth and alluring. With little room, you were left to slot yourself in between his legs. 

Your breath hitched as you looked at him again and he patted his thigh with his hand that was wrapped in a rosary. Clenching around nothing, you made the swift decision to close his legs and straddle them instead of taking his knee. Letting your hands rest on his shoulders you stared him down. Nothing but salacity was radiating between your bodies and quickly you began to feel your desire rise into your face. Searching his eyes for any indication of his feelings you opened your mouth to speak but he occupied the silence before you. 

“I wondered if, you would find the courage to be truthful and I must say I’m struck by your honesty.”

Your heart nearly stopped. 

You fucked this up, bad.

“Father, I-”

“No need for any apologies. I’m glad you were so honest.” 

“You…you are?”

“Lying is a sin, so yes. But it relieves me of my own prurient conscience so that I may indulge in you free of guilt.” 

You weren’t paying attention to the movement of his body due to being so focused on his words, but when his words were punctuated with the rolling of his rosary-clad finger across your cloth-covered center, you were made very aware. Your cunt clenched around nothing and your body lurched forward unintentionally writhing over his hand. Your breath came out in shutters and your eyes, now hooded with lust, gazed into his own in a frenzy. 

His fingers kept gently teasing your bud through your panties and you couldn’t help the compulsion to ride in tandem with his movements. The beads of the rosary gifted you an unknown kind of pleasure that you knew would afflict your mind for the rest of time. It was a feeling that was near indescribable but the pleasure was too good to deny. You rested your head on his forehead, gripping onto his shoulders for some type of leverage. You bit the corner of your lip in an effort to silence yourself, but your ragged breathing was near that of an incensed bull. 

“If you did a better job of controlling yourself yesterday, I may have been fooled by your sheepish nature, but you just couldn’t quell this desire on your own, could you? You went home to seek some satisfaction but you found none, so you came here to plague me instead. Praying that I’d fix this ache within you. Am I right y/n?”

You went to respond but Father Paul’s finger slipped past the barrier of your underwear, leaving you to feel your arousal be spread across your puffy petals. A moan escaped your throat and the way it echoed off the confessional walls into the church made you shrink into his body. A pathetic attempt to hide from your lechery. Father Paul hummed, urging you to speak as he sank two fingers into your honeyed garden. Catching your breath, you found your words. 

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Father~”

You brought your head up to look at him again, too dazed to even feel like this was real. As his fingers continued to roll themselves against your sweet spot, your breath quickened as your mouth stayed ajar looking for the courage somewhere in yourself to slot your lips against his. As he rolled his finger over your swollen bud, your body decided for you. Your lips danced in a sweat and lust-filled hysteria leaving your brain foggy with desire. You rolled your hips into his hand needing more of him and your sounds slowly increased in volume as you felt a bead of the rosary slide across your center. The feeling of the beads slightly grazing your sensitive lips brought you faster to the precipice of elation than you expected and you pathetically whined for your release. 

“I’m, I’m close, Father.” 

You expected him to speed up his ministrations, but instead, he removed his slick-ridden fingers from your garden and brought them up to his lips. As if his hand was dripping in myrrh, he sucked you off of his fingers and paused before he spoke. Ghosting his fingers across his lips, his tongue hesitantly licked the tips of them as he dragged his hand away from his face.

“If you’re going to be brought to rapture by my hand it will be done when all of me is inside of you.” 

Father Paul motioned you to stand up and you staggered out of the confessional with him not far behind. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the center of the church pews up to the altar. Ripping the white cloth off the altar, Father Paul held his hand out before sitting you down on the altar. He caressed his hands down the curves of your body before toying with the waistband of your skirt. Looking down at you, you saw the fervor swimming in his irises. 

“My sweet lamb, is this alright?”

You nodded and he slotted himself in between your legs feeling his bulge at your center. Depraved and corpulent lust washed over your body and your fingers fumbled with his belt, unfastening it with haste. You looked up at him and his face was closer than you expected, the heat radiating off of your bodies leaving a mist of humidity between you. You palmed him through his jeans and an inviscerated moan crawled out of his throat. The sound urged your body to move faster, the need to have him inside of you becoming near unbearable. 

He kissed you again, insatiable ardor all that you could taste. The feeling trickled down your body leaving goosebumps across your soft skin and a river seeping through the fabric of your panties that slowly painted the apex of your thighs. He tapped your thighs and you took it as a sign to lift your hips. In a swift motion, your skirt and underwear were left in a pool by the altar. Father Paul removed himself from his sweater, throwing it in the pile of sacrilegious cloths that served as a visual reminder of the desacralization that was about to take place. He left his button-up to cling to his chest and he moved his jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, leaving him with his fervid cock on full display. 

You kicked your boots off your feet, the thud echoing a little bit louder than you intended. With your feet now free from their confines, you wrapped your legs around Father Paul’s legs, bringing him as close as possible. Your hand slithered between your bodies and varnished the tip of his cock in your amatory nectar. Your moans harmonized in synchrony and you gazed into his lust-blown eyes seeing nothing but black and you were sure yours were the same. He asked silently one last time for consent and you nodded slightly before he entered you. 

The stretch of his cock was something you felt only one could dream about. It filled you perfectly and you knew you wouldn’t last long. Your head dipped back in zeal, relishing in the feeling that was rushing in waves over your form. When your head tipped back up, your eyes met the enlarged crucifix that hung in the center of the back wall. For a reason unknown to you, locking eyes with Jesus as you desecrated His holy house made a pang of carnal hedonism tangle in your sexual daze. 

Your hands webbed themselves in Father Paul’s hair gripping at his strands and pulling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, feeling his breath heat up your skin. You felt his mouth open and drag itself across the side of your neck. A slight chill graced the parts where his spit marked his territory. You felt his breathing get heavier and all of a sudden you felt his cock slip out of you and he picked you up from the altar, turning you around and kicking your feet into a perfect V shape. He bent your body over the altar and slowly pushed himself back into you, the new angle making you cry out in complete perverted passion. 

His thrusts were deep and pointed making sure that you felt every inch of him drag in and out of your seraphic labyrinth. Just when you felt that the feeling couldn't get any more intense, his hand entangled itself into your hair and pulled your body up, flesh against his chest. His thrusts became rougher and you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. 

“Feel good, my dove?” 

You were fucking yourself back onto him, any coherent thought on the brink of leaving you amidst your ardent pleasure. 

“S-so…so good, Father. Shit.”

You were running out of air, your body paying more attention to the dam that was about to burst within you. 

“Better than your hand?”

“Uh-huh”

Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and were hooded as you looked back at him. He gingerly guided your body back down to the altar and removed his hand from your hair, slowly tracing his hand down your back. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and the feeling had you crying out as his tip kissed your cervix. You felt his body lean over yours as he moved your hair away from your neck. His breath was sticking to your neck before a whisper ghosted over your ear.

“I’m sorry, but trust me right now.” 

He licked from the base of your neck and then you felt him pierce your skin with his teeth. In your licentious stupor, you just moaned out at the contact not fully registering that his teeth were sinking into your flesh or the fact that footsteps were echoing through the church. 

“Father, you weren’t in your rectory so I assumed this would be second best to find you-oh…” 

Bev.

Her grating voice almost brought you out of your daze, but Father Paul resorted to slow, deep thrusts as he kept he kept sucking your neck. When he lifted his face from your neck you felt a warm liquid trickle down your skin and pool towards your collarbone before landing on the altar. You lifted your head, your body weak and wracked with pleasure. You could barely make eye contact with her as your eyes were so hooded but you heard her voice resonate through the building once more. 

“Haresis Dea.”

Your head dropped unable to focus on her and your body rolled back into Father Paul’s, needing more of him as your orgasm was slowly fading back into your body. As you moved against him, his hips slowly began to thrust back into your sloppy cunt as Bev waited for some semblance of an explanation. 

“God has chosen her. He has chosen to consecrate this union, this nocturnal metamorphosis with lascivious intent because she is the last piece. God has willed it this way and has chosen her.” 

Father Paul bent down to lap at your neck again and his hips regained their momentum. You pushed yourself up from the altar and wrapped your arm around the back of his neck lapping at the blood that was dribbling down his chin.

“Very well.” 

And you heard Bev’s footsteps walk out of the church, the main doors closing behind her. Father Paul picked you up again, turning your body back around to face him. There was a certain ferality that wasn’t in his features before that had you clenching around his cock. With the doors shut, you both let your moans reign loose, a salacious cacophony filling the air. Your eyes scaled up the wall again and you came face to face with Jesus as a pool of heated arousal settled in your lower stomach begging to be set free. Your head knocked back in avidity and you didn’t see him slice a small cut in his wrist. 

When his thumb found your enflamed bud, you brought your head forward and he placed his bleeding wrist against your lips. As a wave of sexual delirium washed over you, your mouth hung open and he urged you to suck on his wrist. The metallic taste flooded over your tongue as your orgasm heightened your senses. Father Paul kept fucking you through your high until he reached his own, his cock painting your labyrinth a warm alabaster. He pulled his wrist away from you as you both were trying to calm down your breathing. 

Both of your mouths now covered in a drying garnet hue, you found yourself pressing your lips against his once again, unable to satisfy this ache completely. He chuckled as you both pulled away. 

“Easy, my dove.” 

You nodded, placing your hands flat against his chest. 

“Let’s get you dressed and then walk to the rectory, hmm?” 

Licking your bottom lip and locking it behind your teeth, you nodded as you slowly made the return back to your body.  

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[chloe-skywalker]

I Know Why Your Shirtless - Paul Lahote

Part 2 AU

Paul x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,169

Requested: hi!!!! just wanted to ask if its possible to have a part 2 to that Paul Lahote imagine??? the "I know why your shirtles" imagine?? like the BH pack visiting and could you make the reader an evolved wolf and she tells Bella and Paul that Scott's her alpha??? thanks its ok if its want to though ^-^ - @imcravingchocolatesrn

Authors Note: I wrote this years ago but lost it! Sorry! Thank you for requesting I put it as AU because the plot was requested and I don’t know if this is where I would’ve taken it if i decided to make a part 2 on my own cause it was kinda a one and done one shot.

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“I’m so glad you all could make it.” Y/n said opening the front door to see all her friends from Beacon Hills on her doorstep.

“Well you are part of our pack.” Stiles stated with a smile as they entered the home.

“Yeah, but I’m so far away.” Y/n added as she stepped aside letting them all enter the small Forks home.

“Your my beta, of course I’ll come visit you.” Scott smiled bringing Y/n into a hug.

“And your our friend.” Lydia smiled, pulling her into a hug after Scott.

“Your family now.” Derek stated he had a soft spot for the Swan girl. They had a lot in common.

“Well, I should warn you guys that there is another pack that lives in the area. On the Rez, but their not like us.” She explained as she shut the door.

“What’s that mean?” Scott asked with a furrowed expression.

“There more like shapeshifters. I have a back on them and there history.” Y/n told the pack.

“Great! So we can look it over during pizza.” Stiles clapped his hands together, ready for food.

“Pizza?” Derek questioned with a raised eyebrow. Did all he think about is food?

“Yup. Cause we are ordering pizza.” Stiles spoke as he turned with crossed arms to face the sourwolf, as he calls him.

“Y/n, who are all these people?” Charlie asked confused on why he came down the stairs to his living room full of teenagers and a adult.

“Dad, these are my friends from California.” Y/n smiled as she had told him they were coming to visit. But she didn’t blame him if he forgot. Work had been crazy for him.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Swan.” Lydia smiled

“Do you like to be called Mr.Swan or Sheriff Swan?” Scott asked as he reached out to shake the older man's hand.

“Either one’s fine.” Sharlie shook the hand of the young man. To Charlie the kid was just being polite but to Scott he was trying to make a good impression on his beta’s parent.

“That's right, you're a sheriff. My Father’s one to.” Stiles smiled at the comparison.

Charlie nodded awkwardly. “That's great. Well, I have an extra long shift tonight so don’t wait up. But don’t stay up to late either.”

Y/n nodded smiling. “Got it dad.”

“Bye Mr.Swan.” Scott and Stiles called out as Charlie left through the front door.

^     ^     ^

“I can smell them.” Paul stated as they ran through the forest.

“Me to.” Quil agreed

“We all can.” Jared said coming up behind them.

“Who are they?” Embry questioned as they watched the group of teens.

“That's what we need to find out.” Sam stated before the pack left back towards Emily’s to talk.

^     ^     ^

“Do you hear that?” Emmmet asked as the whole Cullen family and Bella stopped on their walk through the woods.

“Yeah.” Rosealie nodded in acknowledgement.

“Is that a wolf?” Bella asked as they all looked out in the distance.

“Its not part of the pack.” Jasper stated

“No, it’s smaller. But it seems off. Not animal like.” Carlisle agreed, stepping in front of his family.

“It smells different.” Rosaelie added.

When the wolf took off, the Cullens and Bella decided to follow the creature. From far enough away they stopped watching from a cliff nearby only to be very shocked.

“Oh my God.” Alice gasped, how did she not see that in a vision before?

“Isn’t that your sister?” Edward asked, looking at Bella in slight shock.

“Uh huh.” Bella nodded as she went to walk down the near by hill towards the clearing her sister was standing on as she just turned back into a human. She was very shocked and confused. The cullens followed also curious. “Y/n?”

Y/n turned around shocked to hear her sister's voice and see the Cullens behind her. “Bella. Everyone.”

“What- I don’t-” Bella shook her head in disbelief. How was hee sister able to turn into a wolf and how did she not know?

“I can explain.” Y/n said as she looked at all of them. Ready to explain.

^     ^     ^

“Your a werewolf?” Rosealie questioned a s Y/n sat across from her in the Swan residence. Cullens on one side and Y/n and the Beacon Hills pack on the other.

“Yes.” Y/n answered

“But not like Jacob?” Carlies asked, tilting his head in curtotisy.

“Very different.” Y/n nodded

“And this happened because he but you?” Emse looked on concerned about the girl that had become a good friend to her family.

“Yes. An he did it to save my life.” Y/n smiled softly towards Emse to show she was okay.

“You saved her life?” Alice turned her attention to Scott after Y/n’s statement.

“Uh, yeah.” Scott nodded sheepishly at all the yes on him.

“Thanks.” Bella nodded at Scott, gratefully for saving her sister.

“No problem. She’s my friend, practically family.” Scott smiled.

^     ^     ^

“Is that them?” Quil asked as the pack hung out at La push with Bella.

“It smells like it.” Jared nodded as they saw the group walk onto the beach.

“Is that who?” Bella asked confused on what they were talking about.

“With your sister.” Jacob pointed out.

Bella looked over. “Oh that's her pack.”

“Her what?” Paul looked over to Bella in shock.

“So she's a wolf?” Embry asked curiously.

“And you didn’t know this?” Sam asked, turning his attention to Paul.

“Yeah, Paul. She is your imprint.” Jacob smirked at the slightly older wolf.

“I was a little busy imprinting to notice.” Paul fired back defensively.

“Well, let’s go talk to her.” Sam stated as he, the pack, and Bella headed over to the Beacon Hills pack that had gone down by the water.

“Hey.” Y/n nodded to her sister as they approached her and her friends.

“Hey.” Bella nodded back.

Y/n looked around at the pack of shapeshifters, noticing their body language Y/n asked. “Okay, what's with the standoff?”

Paul decided to just come out with it. “You know we’re mates. Don’t you?”

Y/n nodded. “I felt it. Yes.”

“You didn’t mention your a wolf as well.” Jake pointed out.

“Different type but, it didn’t seem like the time to say anything about it. Not like you can just go around telling anyone or everyone.” Y/n explained and it seemed they understood. 

“An this is your pack?” Sam asked, nodding towards the people behind her.

“I’m a part of it, yes. These are my friends. They are like my family.” y/n nodded glancing back at them as they all stood around behind her ready to protect her if necessary.

“Who's the alpha?” Jared asked curiously though he had a hunch between two of them who it could be.

“I am.” Scott stated stepping forward, next to Y/n.

“This is Scott.” Y/n introduced him as he stood beside her. “Scott Mccall. He’s a true Alpha.”

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[mandowifey]

Nora, she/her, hobbies include sewing, cooking, baking, people watching and trying to control my hoe thoughts behind my cute face🤍

I'm cheating because I know a majority of characters you like. Love you cutie 💋

I assign you: Father "Paul Hill"/ John Pruitt.

Note: This is SFW, and not edited/proofed.

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Ash Wednesday was a special event on Crockett island.

Folks bore their ashen crosses and funneled out of the church to partake in a sort of potluck feast. Almost everyone brought a dish, and this being your first time participating in the festivities, you did too.

You felt out of place amidst them all, your crossless forehead made you feel like an outsider looking in. As you place the tray of cookies down, you feel the sensation of someone standing near you. A gasp caught in your throat as you jump and place a hand to your chest as you turned and saw him.

Father Paul lifted both hands and smiled uncomfortably. "Sorry about that." His breath comes out in an awkward laugh, his lips stretching into a slight grin that exposed his lovely ivory teeth.

The expression tugged your heart and caused you to gawk as blood pooled in your cheeks.

"You're Y/N, right?"

He's talking to you, idiot.

"Hm! Oh, yes!" You push some loose hair behind your ear and shake your head in a smile. "Sorry, the sun must be cooking my brain."

Paul smiles again, rendering you weak in the knees.

"Tell me about it."

Quiet settles between the two of you, and your lips press into a line as you try to scrounge up a conversation topic. The Monsignor picked up on it and began to motion with his right hand towards the tray of cookies you brought.

"Kind of you to bring something." His dark eyes soften and he nods with his head in the direction of the opposite end of the table. "I'm not much of a cook, but I did provide silverware, so that counts, I hope."

That makes you laugh. "I enjoy cooking, even though I tend to lose track of time and burn things." You admitted with a soft smile. To your delight, he laughs as well.

"Well, some of us have a different calling in life. Maybe you weren't made for cooking, but for something else?" His angular brows lift inquisitively and he smiles.

Your face slowly burns a bright pink.

"M-maybe." You try to laugh and not let your brain wander anywhere inappropriate. He's a priest, for fucks sake.

After a moment, Paul turns his attention toward the crowd. The sun reflects in his eyes, brightening the normally dark pools. Some of his hair had come loose and dangled in short, curled strands over his forehead. Bright sunshine illuminates his profile as a look of deep thought crosses him.

You cannot help staring. It was useless to lie to yourself. You had been pining for Father Hill the moment you attended the first service. Something about the way he carried himself, wise beyond his years and always looking on the verge of tears.

A weepy priest.

"Well, I think I'm gonna steal one of these cookies and head back to my flock." His lips tug into a smile as his eyes fall back on you.

You freeze.

Oh no.

Mouth agape, you watch as he extends an arm and plucks a cookie off the top to carry towards his soft lips. What you see and what Paul fails to is the very burnt underside of the cookie. It wasn't intended, you simply had gotten distracted while baking and ran out of time to make anything else.

The sound of the crunch makes your heart stop beating. You stare at his face and watch the sudden upwards jerk of his brows. He hadn't been expecting that. His other hand comes up to cover his mouth as he chews. Paul makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat and you watch as he makes an effort to finish the cookie in one more bite.

Your embarrassment was palpable, and you silently wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

"Wow these are-"

"Don't. Don't say a word, please." You say as you bring a hand to cover your face.

The holy man laughs. "Not as bad as you think. It has a uniqueness that suits you." His voice was sincere.

Moving your hand, you look up at Paul and feel your cheeks burn. "Are you saying I share traits with a burnt cookie, father?"

The name slipped out and you felt your heart clench.

Paul stiffens and you watch as those heavy lids of his lower and the corner of his mouth tug. He looked like he was drawing closer to you, watching you with that onyx gaze.

That was when you notice the smudge near the corner of his mouth. "Oh! You got something, here." You tap the right corner of your mouth. It snaps him out of his trance, and his eyes immediately brighten again.

"Here?" He wipes the wrong side.

"No no, other side."

"Here?"

You laugh quietly as he misses again.

"Little to the left."

Paul swipes over his mouth, smudging it worse.

"Got it?"

Was he doing it on purpose? He was grinning at you, those shapely brows lifted, making his round eyes seem even bigger than usual.

"No, jeez, here-"

Without much forethought, you lick your thumb pad and reach up. Gently, you swipe and clear the smudge off the corner of his mouth and smile as you do. Then you realize he's locked in on your eyes.

What were you doing?

You're cupping his jaw and cleaning the corner of his mouth, except your thumb moves on its own now. You drag the pad along his soft bottom lip and watch as his pupils dilate to the size of dimes. The predatorial stare knocks your breath away. Who was this looking at you?

Paul's lips part just slightly and you realize you're still touching him. Before you could begin to apologize and withdraw, you feel the curl of his cold fingers around your wrist halting you.

He offers a smile.

"Thank you."

Then, his lips kiss the pad of your thumb and you feel a wet flick, then a gentle suck as he cleans the chocolate off your digit before releasing you.

At a loss for words, you stand in awe. Had that just happened? You can see that he's about to head off and you quickly find your voice.

"Let me make you more sometime?"

Father Hill stops and looks back at you inquisitively.

"Cookies, let me show you I know what I'm doing."

Your heart felt like a wild bird trying to escape its cage, and you wonder if he's able to hear it. Or if he could smell the arousal that had begun to build within you from the short exchange between you both.

"I'd like that." He nods, and you watch him wander back into the crowd.

Leaning against the table, you look at your thumb and then smile at yourself. What you had failed to mention to the Monsignor before was you had been distracted by the handsome priest talking to your neighbors this morning. Your eyes follow his shape as it mingled in with the townsfolk.

You promise yourself this next batch of cookies would have extra chocolate in them.

[waywardrose]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 18

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird? Weird weird? He shrugged. He liked weird. In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: Trigger warning for Jason Carver.

18

“Do you know a Chrissy Cunningham?” your father asked, filling his mug at the kitchen counter.

You paused in the doorway with a frown. The kitchen TV was off. Mom buttered toast instead of making pancakes or waffles for breakfast.

“Yeah…?” You glanced at the calendar to confirm it was Sunday. “We have Western Lit together.”

Mom set a plate of crispy bacon at the center of the table before fetching a section of the newspaper. She brought it to you, a furrow of worry between her brows. You took the section to read:

CHEERLEADER MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD A Hawkins High cheerleader was heinously murdered on Friday night by parties unknown. Christina “Chrissy” Elizabeth Cunningham, 17, class of 1986, suffered from fatal internal bleeding and multiple bone fractures in a trailer in the Forest Hills neighborhood of Hawkins, according to reports. There were no witnesses to the crime. However, the trailer owner has been cleared of any wrongdoing. “There is an evil here,” said Laura Cunningham, the victim’s mother. “It’s been growing and infiltrating this good Christian town.” The cheerleader had been beloved by teacher and student alike. Her father, Phillip Cunningham, said, “There was no reason for anyone to hurt our little girl. Chrissy was a sweet girl with a bright future.” Neighbors in Forest Hills are horrified. A resident who wished to remain anonymous said, “It’s that heavy metal garbage. It opens the gates for Satan. [It’s] real scary [stuff]. Kids these days blast it all hours of the day and night. That’s got to have consequences.” Responding officers have yet to locate the perpetrators. “Deputies are working with state law enforcement to collect evidence and statements concerning this case,” the Roane County Sheriff’s Department said. Cunningham was well known in her community and had a kind word for everyone. She volunteered at First Church of Hawkins and the Roane County Animal CARE Humane Society. As head of the Hawkins High Cheer Squad, she always participated in school fundraisers. Hawkins High principal, Paul Higgins, called Cunningham an “exemplary student and person,” and said her murder was a tragedy. “I think I speak for my staff and our pupils when I say Chrissy will be deeply mourned. Our hearts are with her family.” Hawkins High will hold a memorial assembly when classes resume March 31st. Forest Hills’ sign has been piled with flowers and other mementos since the murder. A Hawkins High student said Cunningham was “a tender-hearted girl and the most supportive friend anyone could ask for.” If you have any information which can help the case, please contact the Roane County Sheriff’s Department.

Your mouth went gummy as you finished reading. Now that Chrissy’s murder was in the paper and on the news, everyone would be scrutinizing the residents of the trailer park. The mention of heavy metal wouldn’t work in Eddie’s favor, either.

You’d called the Munson’s trailer earlier, but the call wouldn’t go through.

Mom stepped aside as you shuffled to the kitchen table. You flopped into the first chair you came to and skimmed the article. Chrissy Cunningham, a shoo-in for prom queen, died at Eddie’s place while Wayne was at work. It had been just the two of them.

What had she been doing there? Buying drugs? The cheerleader who volunteered at church buying drugs?

You looked at the grainy version of Chrissy’s senior-year portrait and questioned if anyone had known her at all.

Still, her buying drugs sounded wrong in your head.

Had Jason put her up to that? Was she the go-between? Jason barely tolerated Eddie, but the basketball team was sure to have partied hard after the game. Maybe he’d sent her to buy some pot or whatever.

That made no sense, though. You saw the same footage again on the news before Saturday Night Live. There’d only been Wayne’s truck in front of the Munson’s. Also, Chrissy didn’t have a car. She might have a license, though. If she’d borrowed a car, it would’ve still been there. Unless there had been a third party…

Then Eddie could’ve come home from Hellfire, found Chrissy’s body, and ran.

But why would someone want to kill Chrissy? And frame Eddie for it?

“—okay?”

“What?” you asked, shaking your head and looking from the newspaper. “Sorry.”

“You okay, sweetie?” asked Mom.

“Um… Yeah, just…”

You didn’t know how to end that sentence.

“We don’t have to do anything today.” She sat next to you and placed a gentle hand on your forearm. “Take the day, if you want.”

“No, it’s… I’m okay. It’s a shock, is all.”

Your father sat, mug in hand, and remained quiet. For once, he looked sympathetic.

Mom studied your face for a second before nodding.

“Okay, but there’s no pressure.”

You attempted a grin, but failed.

“Thanks.”

She gave your arm an affectionate squeeze before returning to the toaster. Your father remained quiet and snuck a piece of bacon. You stared at the article, still wondering why Chrissy had been at Eddie’s.

A terrible thought arose that had you heading for the powder room.

What if she’d been there because she and Eddie were involved? What if you were the side piece?

You shut the door, flipped the light-switch, and sat on the closed toilet lid. Your breath wouldn’t deepen. It stayed right under your throat. You stared at the blurring ceiling and willed your chest to loosen.

They could make sense as a couple in The Breakfast Club kind of way. Maybe that was why Eddie antagonized the jocks: because one of them had claimed his girl. Maybe during his drug runs he stopped by Chrissy’s…

Then you remembered New Year’s when he said he’d give you everything, that he was trying to give you everything. He’d said he wanted to be good enough for you. His expression had been sincere — too sincere for a lie. He might be a good DM and storyteller, but he wasn’t a liar. Not like that.

You breathed deep and exhaled. There was no place for doubt at a time like this. Eddie was innocent — and he’d never given you a reason to distrust him.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your meltdown.

“Breakfast is ready,” said Mom through the door.

.

After breakfast, you changed clothes and hauled the galvanized planters Mom had purchased yesterday to flank the front door. You felt a little smug about how good they looked despite the overcast sky. Once you filled the planter with gravel and soil and the bushy lavender, they would look even better.

As you carted the supplies you needed, you thought of The Veil of Undeath spell from last night. It called for dead pieces of a living thing. You couldn’t make sense of what had dead pieces yet remained alive. Not even the incantation clarified.

Dead from the living Dust from the dead I consume like the worm I keep the grave by my heart As I exhale this last breath, I accept the embrace from Death

Naturally, the instructions weren’t much help, either.

The practitioner is to gather graveyard dirt and two dead portions of a living thing. One part to accompany graveyard dirt, the other to ingest. Place graveyard dirt and one dead portion in receptacle to keep on person. Keep living thing alive to maintain charm. Daily consumption is unnecessary.

You understood the spell was centuries old. Also, the book had been written almost a hundred years ago. Some spells you’d read were so heavily coded, you needed a reference book to understand them.

It was times like these you wanted to translate everything in modern language. That was what your personal journal was for. Of course, the danger of translating and making it public was: 1. getting it wrong, 2. harm coming to those who used your spells, and 3. exposing yourself as a witch.

None of that solved your current predicament. You needed to figure out the spell before tonight.

Just then, a shiny black Jeep pulled onto the driveway. You straightened and dusted your work gloves on your legs. The Jeep looked familiar. Your suspicions were confirmed when none other than Jason Carver climbed out of the vehicle.

You stepped onto the front path as he crossed the grass. He was picture perfect in crisp khakis, a spotless polo shirt, and a letterman jacket.

“Good morning,” he said, amicable yet serious.

“Morning.”

You glanced at the Jeep to see multiple silhouettes. Something about him and his buddies waiting in the car had you on high-alert.

Trying kindness first, you said, “I’m sorry about Chrissy. I just read about it in the paper.”

He nodded with a reserved ‘thank you.’

“Is there—”

“You’re Eddie’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I occasionally talk to him in class.”

His eyes narrowed as his head tilted. Condescension suffused his appearance, raising your hackles.

“Yeah,” he said. “I heard it’s more than that.”

You snorted. “Or you’ve imagined it is?”

He moved closer as if to intimidate the answer he wanted from you.

“Like I fantasize about that freak and you.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped to the side, wanting to head for the back of the house where Mom worked. He caught your arm whip-fast, grip bruising, and yanked you near. A sneer marred his all-American face.

“I bet you two have done some nasty shit.” He gave you an oily look. “Yeah, you’re a little freak too, aren’t you?”

You closed the distance, because you weren’t terrified prey. Especially not for Jason Carver. Maybe he had intimidated Chrissy like this, but you weren’t Chrissy.

You glared into his eyes, finding his pupils wide.

“Tell me all about this nasty shit you’ve imagined, Captain of the Tigers. I’d like to hear you say it.”

“I’m not here to play into your crazy bullshit.”

“Then why are you here?”

His face darkened.

“Where’s Eddie?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” you said.

He shook your arm to jostle and throw you off balance.

“I mean it, where’s Eddie?”

“I. Don’t. Know.”

“Is he in there? Huh!?” Jason nodded at the house. “Did you kill her with him?!”

“No, and he didn’t kill Chrissy!” You twisted your arm in his hold. “He was at school playing D&D!”

He shoved you away. Your heel knocked into the lowest porch step, and you almost fell. You steadied yourself with a hand on the railing.

He leaned in to hiss, “Not all night, you goddamn freak.”

He marched away, hands balled into fists and shoulders hunched.

“Better a freak than an asshole!”

When he reached the Jeep, he yanked open the driver’s side door. He scowled at you, which you returned. You kept scowling until he reversed onto the road and drove away.

Once his vehicle was out of sight, you sagged onto the porch and threw your gloves to the stairs. Your neck and shoulders were stiff from how tense you’d been. You stretched out the tightness and massaged with shaking hands. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It rushed from deep in your gut and spread to your fingertips. Your heart was the hammer and the anvil, an engine in overdrive.

With a curse, you tried to think of where Eddie would hide. You had to warn him Jason and his cronies were after him. However, you didn’t know this town well enough. There were people and areas you’d never heard of. He might not even be in town anymore, which gave you a speck of hope.

Mom called your name from the open garage. You perked and replied. She came around the side of the house, then paused.

“You okay?” she asked. “I thought I heard a car pull up.”

“Oh, uh…” You thought quick. “Someone used the driveway to turn around.”

She hummed. “Perks of suburbia, I suppose.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, anyway, do you know where the garden shears are? I need to trim a few dead branches from the rosemaries.”

You frowned at her wording.

“What was that?”

“Garden shears?”

More to yourself than her, you said, “To trim the dead branches from the rosemaries.”

“Yes…?”

That was what the spell meant. You wanted to bonk yourself on the head. Plants can have dead pieces and still live. You could also consume those dead pieces without making yourself sick — as long as the plant was edible, of course.

You smiled at her, and said, “No, I haven’t seen them.”

She gave you a funny look, but accepted your response. As she disappeared into the garage, you wrangled your gloves on, stood, and returned to planting the lavender. You could eat lavender and roses and rosemary. It felt like fate to have bought them.

Before you planted both lavenders, you inspected them to find nothing wilted nor branches broken. Taking a cutting didn’t fulfill the spell’s requirement of ‘dead portion.’ Yes, it would die after you cut it, but it would be alive when you took it. That was very Grim Reaper, yet it wasn’t what the spell was about.

You neatened the porch, gathered your remaining supplies, and went to the pots of roses. There you found multiple dead leaves. You plucked a few and pocketed them before planting the roses in the ground.

Now all you needed was graveyard dirt. Unless there was a convenient cemetery down the block — which there wasn’t — you’d have to drive all the way to Roane Hill Cemetery. However, you had no excuse to be out. If you said your car needed gas, that would mean actually stopping for gas, which never took long. You could say you wanted to buy snacks at the grocery store, but again, that would mean actually shopping.

On top of that, it was Sunday. Everything closed early on Sundays around here.

You had to think of some excuse to leave the house that wouldn’t interest your parents nor rouse suspicions. And you had only a few hours to do it.

With hose in hand, Mom offered to water the new plants if you’d finish the last of the clean-up. You agreed, throwing out the empty nursery pots and washing the gardening tools. The clouds broke as you loaded the cleaned tools in the caddy.

You stood at the top of the driveway and breathed deep the scent of wet earth. Water droplets glinted like prisms on leaves and hung like crystal baubles. Sunlight danced between leaves. At one time, you would’ve sensed the flourishing life of each thing around you. Now all you had were ordinary perceptions—

“Strange day, huh?” Mom said, dragging the hose into the garage.

“Yeah.”

You trotted over to help her coil the hose and stow it with the other gardening supplies.

She said, “Doesn’t feel like a Sunday.”

“More like a Saturday.”

She hummed in agreement before perking.

“How about I make a cozy soup for dinner? That’s a good Sunday meal. There’s still some cheese bread from the bakery we could have with it…”

“Sounds good,” you said as you hit the garage-door control by the stairs.

You turned to go inside, but Mom stopped you with a hand on your upper arm.

“Sweetie, you know if anything’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”

You nodded.

“I know, but I’m okay.”

“Alright.” She patted your arm. “Good work today.”

“You too.”

She gave you a genuine and kind smile. You had the sudden urge to explain everything from the beginning, but she wouldn’t understand. You also had a deep dread she would see you differently if she knew it all. It was better for her not to know, maybe safer. In many ways, your perceived mundanity protected you both.

Up in your room, you pulled the dead rose leaves from your pocket and placed them on your desk. By a school library book. You barked a laugh. The public library was a perfect excuse to leave. You didn’t know if they were open, but there was a book return slot in the vestibule. It wasn’t as though your parents would recall if you had a library book due. There’d be no evidence, either, and the drive to the library was equidistant to the cemetery.

You went to the closet to search the storage box that held your spell supplies. There you found an unused sandwich bag that would work for the small amount of dirt you’d need. You folded that into your purse, grabbed the library book, and headed downstairs.

Mom was in the kitchen, browning chicken thighs in a dutch oven. You popped your head in the doorway to tell her you’d forgotten to return a library book. She glanced at you before asking if you needed money for the fee.

Of course, you didn’t. You told her it was due tomorrow, so it was no big deal.

She waved you off with a mellow grin and said dinner was chicken and wild rice soup.

You paused in the garage to consider taking a garden trowel. It would help if the ground was hard packed. With a shrug, you grabbed one you’d cleaned earlier and tossed everything on the passenger seat.

The drive to the cemetery was quicker than you expected, with hardly anyone on the road. You couldn’t tell if it was because it was a Sunday or because everyone was freaked out over Chrissy’s death. Or possibly both.

It turned out to be a backhanded blessing when you pulled into the deserted cemetery. You cruised to the back, seeing no one and passing no cars. In this section, the graves were abandoned, yet the grass remained tidy. Something told you the dead wouldn’t mind you removing a tablespoon or two of dirt.

Trowel and sandwich bag in hand, you headed for an old oak that shaded a few rows of headstones. Roots undulated through the earth like waves; the headstones were ships riding the swells. You knelt in front of a headstone and placed a hand on the ground. In hushed tones, you introduced yourself and explained your situation. You told them what you needed. Finally, you asked for their permission.

Then you waited.

A soft breeze rustled the oak’s leaves. Goosebumps trailed along your arms until they met at your nape, making you shiver. That was as good a sign as any, you supposed.

You thanked the dead and scooped dirt into the bag. After sealing the bag and smoothing the earth, you returned to your car.

Back home, you stowed the trowel, greeted Mom from the hallway, and hurried to your room. At your desk, you read The Veil of Undeath spell again. The spell’s annotation said it was for concealing oneself from an enemy. You assumed it hid you from curses — or what some referred to as the evil eye. While you didn’t know if you were being cursed on a nightly basis, you didn’t want to experience that level of pain until it killed you.

You laid out the dead rose leaves and the sandwich bag of graveyard dirt in front of the book. The only thing missing was a receptacle to keep on your body. You hummed in thought. A locket could work if you had one big enough, or a vial if you had one small enough.

You brought out the jewelry box you’d stowed next to your underwear. It held small trinkets along with old jewelry. Inside you found a silver locket from your late grandmother, but its openwork front wouldn’t secure the dirt. Beside it lay a plastic baby-bottle charm from a necklace you’d worn in middle school. It had a tarnished bell that now clacked instead of tinkled.

Placing the charm to the side, since it was useable, you continued searching. At the bottom of the jewelry box lay a small medicine bag an old friend had given you after a trip to North Carolina. She swore it was native made. The necklace part was long enough to hide under a shirt. Its leather was soft enough to tuck inside a bra cup, too.

Even though the medicine bag’s stitching was tight, you didn’t want dirt leaking out. You decided to cut a corner off the sandwich bag, putting the dirt and rose leaf inside, and burning the plastic closed. You could use a smaller portion and use the silver locket, but you would have to fold or tear the leaf.

No, you decided, better to use the medicine bag.

You fetched a candle and incense stick of frankincense. Once you set your desk as an altar, you inhaled the incense smoke and exhaled your fears in the candle flame’s heat. Your inherent magic might’ve been drained, but the energy remained in the tools of ritual. You had to trust them.

You held the medicine bag open over the incense smoke to cleanse it. Then the leaves. To finish, you swept smoke into the sandwich bag.

“Dead from the living,” you murmured, touching the leaves. “Dust from the dead.” You placed your hand on the mound of dirt in the sandwich bag.

“I consume like the worm.”

You brought a leaf to your mouth and put the brittle thing on your tongue. It tasted old and brown and dry. It fragmented against the roof of your mouth. The midrib crackled between your teeth. You gathered saliva and forced it down, swallowing with a shake of your head.

You said, “I keep the grave by my heart,” and held the medicine bag to your chest.

With a deep breath, you shook the dirt into one corner of the sandwich bag and snipped the corner off. You slipped the second leaf into the dirt before pleating the plastic closed. You kissed the pleat to candle flame and pinched it secure. The plastic cooled within seconds.

You then eased the packet into the medicine bag and looped the bag around your neck.

“As I exhale this last breath, I accept the embrace from death.”

You inhaled a stuttering breath, then blew out the candle.

The taste of the dry leaf vanished — as did the temperature of the room. Not that it went cold, but the temperature no longer affected you. When you went downstairs for dinner, the scent of the food didn’t induce hunger. And while the soup had a pleasing texture, it tasted lifeless on your tongue.

.

You’d forced yourself into bed during the small hours of the night and closed your eyes. When you opened them, it was morning. You weren’t rested, yet you weren’t groggy. Regardless, you lazed in bed to stare at the dim ceiling.

It had been a peaceful night with no pain. That didn’t mean you were safe without the spell. As they said, the absence of evidence wasn’t the evidence of absence. Something could still be coming after you.

As you sat up, you wondered if Eddie was safe and if he’d gotten any sleep. Perhaps you should try Wayne again. Eddie could be home. Or maybe Wayne knew where he was.

You went to the phone and dialed the Munson’s number. The line clicked a few times instead of ringing, which sounded as though it was being monitored. You hung up, letting your hand linger on the phone. If the Munson trailer was being monitored, the people doing it didn’t mean you or Eddie any good.

Pressing your other hand over the medicine bag, you prayed for the spell to keep them — whoever they were — from tracking you. Because it was obvious now Eddie was the prime suspect, and if you were going to find him, you needed anonymity. You didn’t want a visit from the police or the FBI or some shady government organization.

After going through your morning routine, you went downstairs. It was quiet with your parents at work. They’d left the morning newspaper folded on the kitchen island. On any other day, you’d throw it out, but the yellow sticky note attached to the front page caught your attention.

The newspaper headline read, ANOTHER FOREST HILLS MURDER. Mom wrote on the sticky note, Don’t leave the house.

You peeled the note from the newspaper to scan the article. It wasn’t just the location of this murder that copied Chrissy’s. This victim was a Hawkins High student who died from fatal internal bleeding and multiple bone fractures. You hoped it wasn’t Eddie. With the numbing effect of The Veil of Undeath, you weren’t sure you’d be able to feel if he died.

The article only identified the victim as an eighteen-year-old male. That detail had you relaxing, because Eddie wasn’t eighteen. That also meant the victim was in your class.

You frowned as you thought someone was targeting high-school seniors. That connection made no sense, though, unless Chrissy and this victim knew their murderer. Which didn’t narrow the pool of suspects, honestly. Everyone knew everyone else.

The article didn’t mention if the victim was a resident of Forest Hills, either. You had to assume he’d snuck into the neighborhood. To do what, though? Was he some dipshit looking to catch Chrissy’s killer? Did he want a souvenir?

With midday television news hours away, you returned to your room. Before leaving the kitchen, you threw away the newspaper, poured yourself a glass of juice, and grabbed a granola bar from the pantry. You weren’t hungry or thirsty, but you needed fuel.

In your room, you turned on lights and brought out all your spell books. There had to be at least one tracking spell. You spread the books across your bed, then drew one onto your lap. It didn’t have an index, and its chapter titles weren’t overly descriptive, but that was typical.

You tore open the granola bar’s wrapper, took a flavorless bite, and began skimming the book.

An hour later, your phone rang. You dropped the book you’d been reading as the phone rang again. Maybe it was Eddie. You scrambled off the bed, heart in your throat. Paper and pens and books clattered to the floor in your wake.

You picked up the phone in the middle of the third ring.

“Hello?”

“He didn’t do it,” said a young male in lieu of a greeting.

It only took a second to understand he referred to Eddie.

“I know he didn’t,” you said. Eddie was alive. “He’s not like that.”

“He told me to tell you she was a customer — and she was attacked.”

You nodded and steadied yourself with a hand on the desk. You’d known deep down he wouldn’t have hurt Chrissy, but it was nice to have the confirmation.

“I believe you.” The tight coil in your chest loosened. “Is he okay?”

“As okay as you can get while being on the lam.”

A small laugh bubbled out unbidden, and you closed your eyes.

“Where is he?”

“He swore me to secrecy.”

You snorted, because, yeah, that sounded like Eddie. “Oh, like he’s the brains of the operation over there.” Eddie was smart, but he wasn’t using every resource at his disposal, i.e. you. Instead, he relied on his little sheepies. “You’re one of the freshmen, right?”

The other end of the line went silent, which was answer enough. Your gut said this particular sheepy was Dustin Henderson, the clever smart-ass.

“Is he the leader there, Freshman?”

“No, but—”

“Look, I have access to things! Resources. I can protect him.” You waved a hand in the air. “I have a car! I can get him out of town!”

“Do you happen to have a gun?”

In the background, multiple voices shouted, “No!”

Dustin cleared his throat. “Never mind. You can’t get involved. He’d kill me.”

You didn’t want to threaten a freshman with a horrible, slow death if he didn’t tell you where Eddie was hiding. That would be wrong on so many levels. Dustin might be a pain in the ass, according to Eddie, but he was a good kid.

You took a deep breath you knew Dustin heard.

“Tell me, or I’ll track him down myself.”

“He’s on the move.”

Whether that was true or not remained to be seen.

“Makes no difference to me,” you said, hiding your uncertainty about your abilities. “I’ll find him.”

“Please, don’t. He doesn’t want you hurt or in trouble.”

Your eyes flooded as you shook your head. If Eddie thought you’d sacrifice him for your own comfort, he had another thing coming.

“I’ll see you around, Freshman. Be careful, okay?”

You hung up before Dustin could say more.

[ao3feed-midnightmass]

The First Time

by peakyispunk Father John goes shopping, and he meets a beautiful woman that warns him about dirty apples. Words: 3247, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Midnight Mass (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Relationships: Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt/Reader, Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass)/Reader Additional Tags: John Pruitt x fem!reader, no use of (Y/N), John isn't a monsignor because he's young, No vampires, Bev Keane is the worst thing in Crockett tbh, no Paul Hill, Sheriff Hassan x fem!reader (platonic-esque), set in the show's current timeline, no Mille x John, John isn't Sarah's dad March 13, 2023 at 12:37PM Read it on Ao3 » https://archiveofourown.org/works/45719377 ✞ Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to let the author know you enjoyed their work ✞

[blackberries45]

A Small Kiss Goodnight

Summary: A stormy night with friends has an unexpected visitor.

Word count : 1315

Warnings : None

Types(?) : Fluff / y/n (female)

Notes: I'm going to keep saying I'm not a writer. And my spelling is crap. And my grammer blows. But this is just a fluffy little fluff fluff because well, Father Paul.

******

Could you call a group of less than six people a party? The loudness from the laughter and the music sure made it feel like one. Your head was reeling from a long day and never fully warming up.

You had on your thickest pair of tights, ones Erin had recommended as soon as you landed on the island when she had seen you shivering to the bone. Although your dress was long sleeved and heavy material, you craved just being in bed under your favorite quilt while listening to the waves crash outside. The small storm had made everyone a bit edgy though so you reluctantly agreed to gather at Erin’s with the others to pass some time. 

“You look so bored! Do you need more to drink?” Erin had snapped you back to reality with her words and mischievous grin.  

“Oh sorry! Yeah, I’ll go get a refill” You grabbed your cup and headed toward the kitchen. 

As you passed through one door, someone else was greeted through the front. Riley had noticed Father Paul walking down the road and decided to open the front door and call out to him. 

“Hey Father. What are you up to tonight?” Riley asked with a furrowed brow. 

Father Paul walked towards the porch. “Riley Flynn! I was just on a walk to clear my head and see if any damage had been done. Seems things have quieted down now.” He had walked up the steps to see Riley in the light of the open door. 

“Well please come in.” Riley stepped aside and gestured towards the living room. Two other  heads turned, both with equally friendly smiles back at the slightly damp priest as he made his way in. “We are just having a chill night” Riley continued, “When the storm picked up a bit ago, we decided to play a few card games and stay together in case the power went out. Do you want something to drink?” 

“I’d just take some water but can find the kitchen. If you don’t mind me wandering in your home that is Erin” Father Paul said to Erin. 

“No Father, not at all. It’s just back that way,” she gestured over her shoulder. “Y/N is actually back there. That’s if she hasn’t fallen asleep. Maybe you can check on her for me.” 

“Gladly.” Father Paul beamed his smile again and headed towards the kitchen. 

In a hushed tone once Father Paul was out of ear shot, Erin leaned over the table. “This should be interesting,” she said, flashing that mischievous grin again. 

“Why?” Riley asked.

Erin looked around, noticing the faces looking back at her seemed puzzled. “Don’t tell me you guys haven’t noticed?” Again she looked quickly from face to face. “Oh come on! Seriously? Those two have a thing, mark my words. I think it's sweet and innocent, but they seem to find each other wherever they go. They have been taking a lot of walks together and sitting with each other on Y/N’s porch.” 

“Yeah, but” Riley replied back, “he's the town priest. There could be a lot of reasons. Y/N keeps pretty much to herself. I mean…can he even do that?” 

“He is still a man after all” Hassan said back, matter of factly. “Doesn’t mean they are doing anything. But being told not to is different than choosing not to on your own.” 

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You were bent down, resting on your legs, staring into the fridge. Who knows how long you were there. All you could tell was that you had gotten rapidly much colder. Your mind was half asleep as you had tried to decide if you should go harder with the booze or lighten it up. 

“Hello” It was warm and friendly and startled the ever loving hell out of you. 

You jumped up and screamed, “JESUS CHRIST”, before coming to your senses. “I’m so sorry Paul! You scared me. I think I was zoning out there.”

“It's quite alright. My fault.” He reached out a hand to help steady you. 

“What are you doing here?” You were surprised to see him out and about this late at night and now especially to be here. “You are just as cold as I am” His hand felt like ice. 

“I was taking a walk. The storm had died down and I couldn't sleep. Actually happens rather often lately.” You noticed he had a slight blush with the last of his words. “I won’t stay long. Seems like you all are having a nice time.” 

It would be silly to deny that your stomach had gotten butterflies when you stood and fully took in that he was standing there with you. Now the thought of him leaving made those butterflies come crashing down. 

You had become increasingly close to the priest over the last few months. You would occasionally attend mass with Erin, just when you felt like you wanted something to do, but weren't Catholic. 

Your friendship with Paul, you seemed to be the only one to not call him Father, was a pleasant one. It was starting to border now however on flirtatious. It was a dangerous game, one you knew had no real ending or goal. You were well aware of his vows to the church and his beliefs but that made it that more fun. Lately though your heart had developed a false hope of something more. 

It seemed Paul had watched all of your thoughts flash behind your once again zoned out eyes. You hadn’t noticed how close he gotten to you or the coldness of his hands on your cheeks. It was mid his bending slightly down and placing his lips carefully on yours, that you finally came to. Just before he pulled back you had managed to kiss him back. 

“I’m so sorry” Paul quickly but quietly said as he dropped his hands and stepped back. The look of shock on his face most likely matched the look on your own. 

“Please don’t say that” you just as quietly whispered back. “It takes it away and I want to keep it” You smiled up at him the softest, most beautiful smile he had seen on you yet. He couldn’t help but to return one at you. 

After clearing his throat he finally said in a normal tone, blinking a few times to clear his head, “I came back here for water” 

“Oh! Let me get you a cup” You grabbed a cup and turned to the sink to fill it, handing it to Paul once it was full. 

“I think I’m going to go. It’s not because of you,” you saw his face slightly change to concern, “I’m just dog tired and think I’ve hit my limit” you started to back up slightly to the door while he took a sip, looking at you over the cup. 

“Goodnight Y/N” he said with a small grin. 

“Goodnight Paul” you said with a larger one. 

You walked back to the living room. “I’m beat Erin. I’m so sorry but if I don’t go home now, you’ll have to carry me home in a bit and that wouldn’t be good for the baby” you smiled at her sympathetically. 

It was clear from Erin’s curious face and how she kept looking from you to someone behind you, that Father Paul had followed you to the living room to rejoin the rest of them. “You know you can crash here! You can go home in the morning” she said, still looking back at Father Paul like she was trying to keep a date going. 

“It’s alright. Everyone have a good night” You slipped on your boots and threw on your sweater. As you opened the front door, “Night Y/N” followed you from the group. Goodnight Paul you quietly said in your head once more, skipping down the front steps.

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Shall I Worship Thee?

Father Paul Hill x Female!Reader (Midnight Mass)

Summary: A confession leads to worship.

Word count: 2,251

Warnings:  Mature readers only 18+ - minors do not interact! Priest kink, praise kink (maybe?), cunnilingus, p in v sex, sacrilege, blasphemy, sex in a church. 

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The wood squeaks as you take your seat, piercing through a certain claustrophobic quality of this booth. Whether it's the tiny quarters or the countless secrets exposed within, you don't know, but you take a deep breath, waiting for the priest to invite you to confess.

Oh, the things he will hear.

"Go on, friend."

Soft, soothing, smooth, the priest's voice wraps around you with those three simple words. It drapes over your skin like your favorite blanket.

"Forgive me, Father," you begin, "for I have sinned. It has been three weeks since my last confession."

A brief silence, heady and ripe with the scandal about to drip from your mouth. And then...

"Tell me," he commands softly, sending a shiver along your nerves.

"I've been having impure thoughts as of late," you admit. "I'm not sure how long I can control myself. The urges are becoming almost too much to handle on my own."

"What urges?"

You bite your lip for a moment before answering, "Sexual urges."

"I see," he replies.

"Sometimes, I have to resort to... well... less than wholesome means to relieve myself. And, Father, I'm thinking that soon it's not going to be enough for me."

Almost at once, your thoughts darken, calling forth the image of the object of your desire. He stands before you, reciting the word of God from memory, all the while removing his holy vestments until he wears nothing but what the Lord gave him at birth. His eyes, dark and deeper than the heavens themselves, search yours, seeking out every secret you harbor, every thought you’ve ever had. They reach deep, stirring your soul to its very depths. 

And yet, he sits not two feet away from you, calmly listening to your confession. 

“What are the thoughts that haunt you? Express them so you may be purged of their influence.”

You laugh, a sad smile he cannot see through the screen pulling at your lips.

“I’m afraid, Father, that something like that would be pointless.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the temptation would still be there. The temptation is always there. There is no escape and...”

Another moment of silence echoes through the church, pushing on the walls of the confessional, much too massive to be contained.

“And what, dear?” he prompts.

“And I’m not sure I want to escape it. I don’t want to escape y- I mean... him."

Hoping to God the priest will overlook the stammer, you pause, clearing your throat. Before you can carry on, however, he hums, a soft, easy noise that sounds like contemplation. The wood beneath him squeaks now as he... sits forward? Stands up? You don't know, but you're certain you're about to find out.

He steps out of his side of the booth, it sounds like. Before you can do anything about it, the curtain ruffles on your side, Father Paul pulling it away to lay his big brown eyes on you.

"I sense there's something you want to tell me, Y/N," he says, his voice ever the balm as he takes a knee before you.

"Oh, there is, Father," you say, your pulse pounding through your body; you study his face, the curiosity mingling with gentle determination.

"Express yourself," he insists quietly. "Purge yourself of the influence, if only for now. Wouldn't momentary relief be better than suffering? What makes you suffer, Y/N?"

You lean forward, audacity moving your hand forward to finger Father Paul's collar.

"This," you say, pulling your hand back. "This is what makes me suffer, Father."

He nods, bowing his head for a moment before getting to his feet.

Panic rears in your chest, tightening your stomach with the thought that he's about to leave, that you'd gone way too far, but when he holds his hand out to you, it quiets. You slip your hand into his, allowing him to tug you out of the confessional. He guides you through the aisle of the small church, illuminated with dimmed lights, and toward the altar. He kneels before ascending the three steps, bringing you with him.

He positions you with your back to the altar, looming over you with his shadowy mystery.

"For you," he says, bowing his head once more before his fingers find the collar. He slips it off, reaching behind you to place it on the altar. His lips pull into a gentle smile. "Now, how can I be of service?"

Your mind races, wondering if this is going where your molten core needs it to go. How can you let Father Paul know that sometimes all you can think about is defiling him, getting him on his knees for you?

"Don't know where to start, maybe?" he says, taking a step closer to you. "Allow me?"

"Of course," you breathe, focusing your gaze on his hands as they reach forward, gingerly slipping your jacket from your shoulders.

His scent fills your nose and you inhale deeply, intent on intoxication by this holy man for as long as you possibly can. The high amplifies when his hands slip along your jaw, cupping your head and tilting it up until you meet his eye. There is nothing in his expression that indicates unwillingness. In fact, his eagerness shines through as he drinks in your face.

"Shall I worship thee, Y/N? Am I worthy?"

At long last, you make a move, reaching for the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him flush against you.

"You are worthy, Paul," you say, rolling onto your tiptoes to close the gap between you.

Electricity sparks the moment your lips meet, dancing along your nerves from your head to your toes. Paul pulls you closer, as if you were the nourishment his starving body needed, parting his lips to consume the gift you have bestowed.

His hands slip down your neck slowly, over your collarbone to follow the curve of your shoulders. Not once does he lift them from you until he reaches the hem of your shirt, bunching it up in his fingers before he pulls it off of you. His eyes glance down as his hands reach behind you, unclasping your bra and freeing your breasts.

You feel exposed in the best way, the path of his gaze nearly tactile along your heated skin.

"It's not enough," Paul murmurs, moving forward and scooping you up; he places you upon the altar, half bare and completely yearning. "Better."

He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours before he trails down, laying kiss after kiss along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. His lips part when he meets the flesh of your breast, each open-mouth kiss he leaves igniting against your skin until he meets your nipple.

"Mmm," you hum, as he takes the hardened bead between his teeth, tugging just so before lapping his tongue over it.

He brings his hand up to cup the flesh, directing your nipple straight into his mouth so he can suckle. He alternates between breasts, giving each their own undivided attention before he starts down to cover your ribs, your tummy, your hips with slow, deliberate kisses. His hands move, fingers popping open the button of your jeans before tugging down the zipper; they're rather impatient as they remember to pull your shoes off before they meet the waistband of your jeans once more, his fingernails scraping deliciously against your skin as they clasp the fabric. You aid Paul, lifting your backside off the altar as he pulls your jeans down, taking your panties with them.

Only when you sit perfectly bare does he back away from you, his dark eyes studying you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

"Glory be," he says, stepping forward once more.

He slowly spreads your legs, exposing your needy cunt to the slight chill of the church. It isn't long before he lowers himself to his knees before you, pressing his lips to your knee before anything, employing the same strategy he had on your torso. He drags his mouth along your skin, tasting and biting the meat of your inner thigh until just before your apex. His hand follows along the outside, hoisting your leg up over his shoulder before he does the same to your opposite leg.

When he reaches your apex once again, his eyes meet yours, dark, deep, and full of adoration. Paul leans forward, his lips parting slightly as they press a kiss to your mound, just above your clitoris. His tongue slowly pokes out and he slips it down along your folds, teasing your clit.

"Ah!" you gasp, your head lolling back as your fingers grip into the cloth beneath you.

As a reflex, your legs tighten, pulling Paul closer to you as he delves into your cunt; he devours you, tasting every drop of dew along your lips and then some. Your legs twitch when he reaches your clit again, his hands circling around to grab onto your backside, supporting your lower back. His tongue dances against you, hitting every spot just so that you're certain this was meant to be, that only Paul would know exactly what to do. Past lovers don't compare, their skill not nearly that of this apparently devout man of the cloth.

You support yourself on one hand as the other reaches into Paul's black locks, your fingers tightening in the strands the longer he carries on. Your hips take on a life of their own, thrusting forward with the desperation to find your climax, grinding on Paul's face.

He takes it all in stride, though, absorbing the desperate noises you make and focusing the energy on your clit; he sucks and licks, circles and flicks, working the bud until your breathing is erratic.

"Fuck," you moan, closing in on the bliss. "Paul, I'm so close."

At this, his grip tightens on you, and he sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue swiping over it, over and over and over until finally...

"Oh, God!" you cry, your body dissolving into ecstasy.

Paul doesn't abandon his post, however, bringing you to climax three more times before he stands.

"You," he says softly, leaning forward on the altar to press soaking wet kisses along your trembling body, "are divine, Y/N." He drags his teeth along your hips. "Sublime." His hand gathers your breast into his palm as his lips trace the curve. "Absolutely holy."

He stands at full height, towering over you with your juices shining on his chin; he's never been more beautiful, you think. His fingers slip into your hair as he cradles your head, bringing it close to his own as you taste yourself on his mouth.

Something pokes you in the thigh, distracting you for just a moment; you look down to see his pants tented, his cock obviously straining for release.

"We should take care of that," you giggle, dropping your hand to rub it through the fabric.

Paul sighs into the space around you, his eyes fluttering shut in an apparent attempt to rally his thoughts.

"Only if you wish it," he murmurs. "I will only do what you want of me."

You reach up, scooping his face into your hands and force him to look you in the eye.

"I want all of you, Paul," you say.

The moment freezes ever so briefly as the two of you consider the next step, just before Paul plants his mouth on yours; the kiss is heated, igniting sensation from head to toe once more as you undo his pants, allowing his cock to emerge from its confines as you stroke it.

"Oh," Paul breathes against your neck. "Good lord in heaven."

You guide him to your center, swiping the head over your clit a time or two before notching him against you. His hips push forward, pressing his cock right into you. He's thick, wider than you had anticipated, but that's nothing you can't cope with.

Paul stays buried in you for a moment, apparently savoring the feeling, his eyes fixing on where your bodies meet. You follow suit, watching as he pulls back and presses back in.

"No," he says, the moment you bring your hand down to your clit. "Let me. I want to make you feel good."

"That's perfectly fine with me," you smile, stealing another kiss just before his fingers meet your clit.

Paul finds his rhythm, thrusting in and out of you as the sounds of slapping flesh and erotic moans fill the church. His expression grows more desperate as he slams his cock into you, his breathing growing faster and faster.

Your climax surges when he presses down on your clit, busting through the dam with a vengeance. Not long after does Paul follow, shooting his seed into you.

The two of you slow until you're leaned against each other, trying to catch your breath and clutching onto one another, as if you'll float away from each other if you let go.

"Don't let this be the last time you come to confession," he says softly.

You lift your head, looking at him with a smirk. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Paul smiles, brushing a lock of hair from your face. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

"My door is always open for you," he says.

"And the blasphemy I bring," you laugh.

He shakes his head. "You... you are not blasphemy. Take my word on it."

"If you say so, Father," you say. "If you say so."

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Turn from Water (1/2)

- Msgr. John Pruitt/Father Paul Hill x College Student!Reader

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Tags: 6.7k words - 2nd POV, fluff, reader is a grade A simp, making out

Warning/s: Transphobia, consumption of alcohol & weed, blasphemy, slight dub-con due to being drunk

Summary: On a boating trip, you get stuck on a nearby island. The storm wasn't the only thing you were going to ride out.

a/n: i wanted to write just filth but plot tagged along so i had to split it lol i just wanted to write a oneshot goddamit ;;-;; the smut is in part 2 which is already written, don’t worry ;> also, for those who read my Savior series, i have the chapter 3 coming out soon thank you for your patience !

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Come with us on the yacht, they said. It'll be fun, they said. You're so boring, are you really going to stay inside the dorms and binge-watch something on Netflix after the finals, they said.

And you said yes, yes you will. They dragged you anyway. 

Now you were shivering, looking like drowned rats along with the other idiots who thought it would be fun to give the operator a couple of shots while you were out on stormy water. 

"It's not long now." It better not be. A freckled lady in long skirts led your entourage of drunk college kids to a rec center, or whatever she called it. She, along with an officer and some fishermen were the first to run on scene after the yacht’s underside crashed onto some rocks and toppled over a few people. No one was severely hurt, thankfully. Someone was going to be, though, if you didn't get out of these wet clothes. Your teeth were chattering and you were certain you're one breeze away from full-blown hypothermia. 

"Why did I let you drag me into this?" you asked your best friend, who seemed to be equally feeling the cold beside you. 

"Buh-because you lo-love me," she stuttered through the shivers. Her previously immaculate make-up was running in rivulets down her face.

"I thought the mascara you bought was waterproof?"

"I-I know," she replied, sullen. "They fucking scammed me."

"We're here," the lady announced, opening the double doors. You and your friends walked on unsteady steps inside. The rec center was pretty gloomy, like you felt the rest of the island was. It was empty aside from some chairs and paraphernalia on the sides. "Ah, perfect timing!" A couple of men, some of whom you recognized from your untimely appearance on their shore, came with a bunch of towels. "Excuse me, can you kindly distribute it among your, ah, peers?"

It took you some time to realize that she was referring to you. You pointed to yourself. Maybe you were still a bit drunk because you responded a few seconds too late. God, your brain to motor coordination was so shot. "Of course, sorry. Still a little bit, uh," you pursed your lips, not wanting to admit your state of sobriety.

She handed you the towels and you obediently accommodated them in your arms. "Here you go. Oh, and young man? Can you help your friend here?" 

You could see the offense overtake your friend's face as she raised one of her brows and leaned back. Years of pulling her out of fights meant that you knew she was ready to square up. 

You answered instead, "She would be happy to."

You could see the confusion in the lady's face, followed by a sour look. And to think you were almost thankful for her assistance. She was one of those people. 

You nudged your friend along when she finished getting the towels. "I think this town might be religious."

She scoffed. "What, the impromptu Bible recital at the shore didn't tip you off? And the judge-y kind of religious, too. Reminds me of back home."

"Maybe it's just her."

"Oh believe me, it's never just one person. And with a place like this? You know they're tight-knit and have the same prejudices." she sighed. "The fucking audacity, though. I didn't beat my face and dress like this to be called a young man," 

You both laughed as you split to make the rounds for giving out towels. As you both finished, you tucked yourselves in a corner and used the towel to pat away most of the water. That was a bit better, but your clothes were still wet. Despite the discomfort, you already felt a yawn slip past your lips. It was what, 4AM already?

All eyes swivelled when the door cracked open again but this time it was a different woman; still in long skirts but she was much prettier, with curly dark hair and vibrant eyes. 

"Who's this now?" your best friend said with distaste in her voice. Her encounter with the freckled woman clearly affected her view of the entire town. She had her guards up and hackles raised, and you couldn't blame her.

"Hi, I'm Erin." she waved. "I've got a few clothes here, some were my own and some were from donations. I'm not sure if I have enough though but other families will be coming by to provide some more plus something for you all to sleep on." She smiled and thrust out a bag. Some of the others flocked at the door, thanking Erin and going through the offered garments.

"You're about to pass out and you can't do that in those clothes." she gestured to you and you nodded, humming out something resembling a thank you. You must've dozed off because you woke up with her shaking you and assisting you to stand up, leading you to a small partition where everybody took turns in changing.

You looked up at your friend, who dislodged your head from her shoulder. Your eyes were half-lidded and you were about to fall asleep. "Where you goin'?"

You were dead on your feet when you and your friend returned to your spot. You rested your head on each other's and temporarily substituted the towels as blankets. You fell asleep.

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You woke up again and it was dark. The only source of light came from the cracked door. You noticed that you were laying down now, with a crocheted blanket on top of you and what seemed to be a throw pillow. Your friend was laying a hand across your stomach. You rubbed your eyes, still sleepy.

"Will they be alright?" Through unfocused eyes, you peeped at the people talking at the door. One of them, you were sure, was the freckled lady from before. The second one was someone new. Taller. He spoke in a soft, concerned tone.

"They should be, Father. The fishermen have taken a look at their boat and will be repairing it after gathering some parts."

"Thank God," he breathed. "What were they doing out there in the storm?"

As he looked inside the room, perhaps to check on everybody, his eyes caught yours and you could've sworn they were glowing.

Your attention shifted when your friend tugged your arm and mumbled, "Sleep."

Looking back at the door, the people were gone and it was already closed shut. You wondered if they were even real.

Yes, sleep sounded good.

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You woke up again. You patted around the darkness for your phone and turned it on. Which was a mistake.

"Shit! Why's it at the highest brightness?" You lightly massaged your eyes and squinted. You opened your phone again and fiddled with it so you wouldn't burn your retinas. 8:17AM. Four hours of sleep.

You were about to conk back out when the door opened and shut just as fast. Your heartbeat jumped. Okay, so no sleep. It would be better to investigate if there was any creep trying to peep in a bunch of college students sleeping. Dislodging your best friend's leg, you stepped over a bunch of bodies and burst out of the door. 

For a moment, you felt the chill of the morning breeze and shivered. You zeroed in on a figure walking away from the center. "Hey!" you shouted. "You!" The figure stopped. "Yeah, why were you sneaking on us, huh, you creep-o?"

It was a good time to be reminded that even though your body was awake, your brain definitely wasn't; plus you were nursing a hangover. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't a good idea to just assume anyone's motives, much less to shout at them. As the stranger turned, you knew it was definitely not a good idea.

You hoped that that was just a weird shirt choice and the person you yelled at wasn't a priest. 

He walked towards you, ducking his head in apology.

He was a priest. A hot priest. Why is he wearing jeans? Why did you notice that about a priest?

"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I just wanted to check on everyone and invite you to some breakfast but all of you were asleep, so," He has such a nice voice. "I should've realized that you all came in very late. I really didn't mean to alarm you, the fault is on me."

It took you too long to realize that you were just staring at him, being the creep you accused him of. "We're in college and also very drunk; were drunk. So even if we didn't sleep at the crack of dawn, I doubt we would have woken up early. It's alright," you smiled. You internally panicked. That was a nice introduction, admitting that you were recklessly partying to a priest. 

"I'm Father Paul Hill, and you are?" he held out his hand and you shook it, responding with your name. His hand was soft and warm and you, you needed a cold shower because the way you're thinking of Father Hill was out of the norm, even for you. What was in the beer last night?

He repeated your name, as if testing it out. "Nice to meet you, would you like to take a walk with me? I believe the mayors with some of the community prepared breakfast. If they can't come yet, there's no reason why we shouldn't bring it to them instead, no?" 

"I'd be happy to." you responded and fiddled with your fingers. "I'm sorry for calling you a creep."

"It's already forgiven, my child." Somewhere in the recesses of your mind, you heard the loud sound of a gate closing. "Shall we go?" You followed him but within your mind, your hormones were packing up and leaving Horny Town. My child; but also on the other hand, those jeans. 

You clenched your fist and let your nails bite your palm. Enough. He was being nice and decent and you owe it to him to be present in the conversation he's trying to make. "So, how did you end up here? I mean I heard about your boat crashing, which was unfortunate."

"We just finished finals. We're from different courses, most of us friends one way or the other. I mean, we're all linked. It just so happened that we were done with our requirements at the same time and also are friends with Anj - Angelo's his full name but we just call him Anj. He's the rich kid, owns the yacht, his parents have a big business in the Philippines or something. Anyway he's nice and he's my friend and he's my best friend's friend too." You let your hands come alive as you told the story. You chanced a look at him. Okay, he didn't look irritated and/or bored. In fact, he looked slightly amused but he was definitely listening. 

"So, I come home to my dorm, fully exhausted, fully ready to binge watch The Haunting of Hill House - oh, fun! You have the same surname, cool," He chuckled at your short and passionate observation. "Then, my best friend came barrelling in, took a look at the laptop and snacks I set up, dragged me to filth, and then dragged me to the party."

"Dragged you to what?"

"To filth - it means she insulted me, but in a fun way." you smiled. He couldn't be that old but at that moment, he felt like a boomer to you. His confusion was kind of adorable, mouth forming an 'o' in the way that says he didn't understand at all but he's pretending to.

"So we got there, on the yacht, drove off, drank shots, made the driver drink shots, got stuck in the middle of the storm with said drunk driver, and we landed here." You spread your arms in a wide arc, gesturing to the surroundings. 

"That sounds like quite an adventure." he chuckled.

"Yes, one I barely remember. I'm fine, don't worry," you said when the furrow between his brows returned. "I only have a mild headache, nothing a paracetamol from the store can't fix."

"I think Sarah might have something for you." 

"Who's Sarah?"

"Doctor Gunning, she's the resident medical personnel here.” You barely knew him but even you could tell that pride was evident in his voice. “I can point you to her house if you want? Or I could just get it from her and give it to you?" 

You sighed. "The latter one might be preferable. I'd hate to disturb more people in your town than we already have."

"It's no trouble, really. I hope you don't feel unwelcome." He looked at you sincerely. Okay calm down Bambi, what's with those eyes?

You turned away as a flush heated your cheeks. "Yeah um, everyone's been nice." Except the transphobic lady. You coughed into your fist to clear your throat. "What about you, Father?" you asked, a teasing smile stretching your cheeks.

He raised his brows, urging you to go on. "Do you have similar stories of, like, bad decisions?"

"Ah," he said hesitantly. "I'm not sure-"

"Come on, Father. Lay it on me," You didn't mean to make it sound like a come-on. You just hoped he just perceived it as teasing.

"Well," Father Hill wet his lips. "In my youth, I might have... I stole some wine from the church with my friends."

"Not the sacramental wine!" you gasped.

"Oh yes," he grinned at the fond memory and you did too. "I was an altar boy back then so I knew where it was. This girl, Millie, was the one who dared me to do it. I suppose I was a bit more daring back then so I accepted. We passed it around the five of us, thinking it would be fine since we’re used to ingesting it in communion anyway." he shook his head.

"We passed out on the floor of the back room and the Monsignor found us like that. We couldn't even begin to deny it because our lips were still stained red and the bottle was empty. We thought he'd be angry but he just laughed." his dimples flashed. "Like this really, really booming laugh that I've never heard before. We just kind of stood there, frozen, because we were expecting to be scolded but he just found it...funny?"

"Not to say he didn't tell our parents though, he did. They were looking for us and it would be hard to explain our state without informing them of the whole wine debacle." he lightly grasped your arm and led you in the right direction. "Little bit left here - So there's that."

You laughed, feeling light. "Tell me, Father, do you still dip into it every once in a while? Relive the good ol' days?"

He paused for a while, contemplating. (His answer was no. You didn't know but his answer was no. After all, he was drinking a different kind of sacrament. One straight from an Angel.) "I can't really say,"

"Oh come on!" you slumped exaggeratedly and rolled your eyes.

"Oh would you look at that! We're here!" You followed him up to the steps and in front of the house. You noticed that there was a built-in wheel ramp. 

"I promise that I can keep a secret," The corner of his mouth lifted as he knocked on the door. 

"By any chance, do you think your friends would be interested in attending the mass today?" 

"No offense Father, but I think the alcohol we need right now is a bloody mary, not sacramental wine." you ribbed. "Also you can't distract me, I'm dying for answers here."

When he opened his mouth, you thought that you were finally going to get some answers but instead he pulled at the hem of your shirt. Your heart immediately went into overdrive. "This is mine," he noted. 

"Oh really?" You tried desperately to calm yourself from that short point of contact.

"Don't worry, it looks good on you."

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"I bet it looks better off me." you whispered. "That's what I wanted to say when he said that! What is wrong with me?"

Your best friend laughed, head thrown back in a loud cackle that earned a few swears from those who were still sleeping. "You're going to make me choke on these waffles!" And as if the universe heard her, she did. You thumped her back until she was fine, but she was still shaking with laughter.

"Karma, bitch." you narrowed your eyes and put your head in between your knees. "Seriously though!"

"Come on, sweets. It's not that bad." she shrugged and drank some water. "You're just finding out a new kink. 'S not that weird."

"But a priest kink?" you pushed back the urge to thump your head against the wall. Was it really a priest kink if it was just him?

"Anyway, tell me what happened next."

You frowned. "Nothing interesting. The door opened and there was that freckled lady from last night. Father Hill called her Beverly, I think?"

"I told you there's nothing. We exchanged greetings and then the lady sent me back alone with the food, saying that Father Hill needs to go prepare for the mass and that he shouldn't be bothered."

Your best friend snorted. "I could care less about who she is. Go on. Tell me the good stuff."

"She did not just cockblock you." she tutted.

"I am literally going to choke you." you deadpanned. You immediately knew it was the wrong response.

"That another one of your kinks?" she wiggled her brows and you groaned, limbs splayed out as you fell back onto the mass of blankets and pillows. 

"She did not cockblock me because there is no cock to block! Oh my god, why are we even talking about this?"

"What am I interrupting?" Anj came into your conversation and then pulled back. "You know what, I don't want to know. Just, I have an announcement okay?" he addressed the entire room.

"So I was talking to Mr. Flynn, Sheriff Hassan, and some other people. Our transportation is a bit fucked but it can be fixed in like, two days." Some groans were heard from the room. "Oh, please. My parents are going to kill me, not you. Anyway, there's a ferry so those who want to go immediately can board there but they won't be able to go to the port near our university."

"To those who will stay, it's only just two days. We have tomorrow and we get to go home the day after. And," he paused for dramatic effect. "We can hold another party, since the last one was interrupted. Expenses on me, baby." He spread his hands and your eyes widened. "And, and, look what I got." From what seemed like out of nowhere, he produced two hefty bags of weed and the cheers in the room doubled. 

You were sure that most of you were going to stay. You turned to your best friend. "What's the verdict?"

"It's not like I'm itching to go home. You?"

You sighed. "I'll stay too." You called Anj to get his attention. "Where do we shower and get clothes?"

He flapped his hands. "The townspeople agreed to like, adopt groups of us for a while. It's all good. That's all people, I know you wanna sleep some more so I won't bother ya. Just remember tonight, we rise again!" 

As soon as the commotion died down, you approached Angelo. "Are you sure that bringing a bag of weed and hosting a rager will agree with a clearly repressed island?" 

Anj hummed noncommittally. "Then we keep it away from them. It's none of their business anyway, as long as we bother nobody."

"And what about the part where you said you'll shoulder it all?" 

"I – fuck. It was just such a bummer, you know? Everyone was looking forward to it and having fun and we went and got shipwrecked in Nowheresville. I just want to make it up," he scratched the back of his neck. 

"You don't have to."

"Ah-ah. Trust me, I want to, okay?" You just nodded along, a bit touched. Anj was a good friend. "Okay, I'm gonna hit the sack again. It's too early for me right now. If you wanna go on ahead, I made a group chat and sent the names and addresses of those who agreed to accommodate us."

"Thank you Anj,"

"No prob, Bob." He snuggled under a blanket. "Just help me out later okay? We need to make it a-ma-ziiing."

"You can count on me."

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You and your best friend ended up with Erin Greene. She seemed nice from what you gathered last night and you would rather her over a host of strangers.

"What do you think about attending church?"

You narrowed your eyes at your friend, kicking a pebble on the path. "What for?" 

"Oh you know, just wanted to uh," she fumbled for an excuse and you threw your head back, looking at the cloudy sky. 

"No, no, no," you chanted. "You just want to see Father Hill! Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"Honey, I live to embarrass you." she smirked. "Come on, it'll be fun. I want to see him,"

"The answer is no, you can't drag me to this one." you shook your head and briskly walked ahead to the sound of her laughter. You checked your phone to ascertain that it was the right house. Your friend caught up to you as you were about to knock.

The door swung open to the woman you saw last night, or rather, this morning. You greeted her and introduced yourselves. "Nice to meet you guys, come in." 

You and your friend walked arm-in-arm inside her house. It looked cozy and well-lived. "Um, thank you for helping us out. We hope we're not a bother."

"Don't worry, I kinda understand." She picked up a mug of cocoa and held it between her hands. "Used to be like that too, you know. It was pretty fun but now I'm mellowed out. Can't be a kid when I'm having a kid." She patted her stomach. 

"You're having a baby. That's awesome!" your friend exclaimed. It looked like she was over her initial wariness. You smiled fondly. She always had a soft spot for them; always wanted to eventually have some but too scared that she'll be the same kind of fucked-up like her parents were. "I was the eldest in my family and I practically played mommy to my siblings because my parents were kinda shit, so. They could be a nightmare sometimes but I love them to pieces,"

"I would've loved to have siblings too but the shitty parents, I get." She gestured to the both of you and asked, "Cocoa?"

"None for me." you replied.

"Yes please!"

"Okay, one mug incoming!" She slid open a cabinet and retrieved a yellow-colored mug. "By the way if you want to shower already, the bathroom's just to the right. I've hung up towels and in the pink basket are spare clothes, just tell me if you want something else. On the sink are also some hygiene products."

Your friend nudged you. "You first. I'll just finish my cocoa and bond with Erin over bad parents and cute kids." she pouted her lips to signal that you should go. You shrugged in agreement and went to walk away.

"Oh wait! Dress nice, okay? For the party!" You heard Erin faintly ask, "Party?" before you turned the corner. 

As you turned on the shower, you thought that your friend might have been a little suspicious.

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You were sitting in one of the pews before you knew it. "Why do I keep letting you drag me into shit?" you whispered furiously in her ear, half-manic. You were definitely not dressed for church and you knew that, everyone in the church knew that.

"The key word is 'letting'; you wouldn't be here if you actually didn't want to." she whispered back, victorious. She got you there. "Come on, let's see the hot priest."

Erin sidled up to you, huffing. "Sorry about that. I had to have some words with her. I'm so sorry that was so uncalled for,"

Ah, yes. Keane - who was the deacon, apparently - greeted your group with some passive-aggressive comments. She particularly concentrated on what your friend was wearing and how it wasn’t 'appropriate'. She was so fixated that she barely even noticed yours. Just as she was about to bust a Bible quote, your friend tugged you inside, giving the woman a stink eye with perfectly drawn cat eyes. 

"It's not the first time - from her or anyone." your friend assured Erin. "Some of 'em just can't fathom that people might want something more than what was thrusted on them from birth. I'm so over it."

The sound of the organ started and there he was. Your friend gripped your wrist suddenly, whispering to you. "Is that him? Is it?"

"Y-yeah." This was unfair. You understood the jeans but why does he still look hot even in a chasuble?

"Stop that, hey." she said, lightly smacking your arm. 

"Ow, what?"

"The way you're looking at him, you're so gone!" she sniggered. "Bestie remember which God this mass is meant to worship; because it sure ain't him." 

You turned to her, slack-jawed. "What is wrong with me?" you asked for what you felt like the hundredth time.

"I mean he's not my type but I could see it for you. Charismatic, all curly hair and assured in a gentle way?" she observed. "Hey, hey wanna make a bet?" She held out her pinky, the way both of you always did when you made bets. You remembered the last time you did it and how it ended you in trouble. 

"Say, until the last day we're here, you have to fuck the hot priest."

"That's so crude!"

"Shut up, it's accurate."

At that moment, he saw you and smiled. You wondered if he saw the sinner underneath your skin. In the sea of people, his eyes on you felt like a dozen matches being lit up. You waved at him with a winning smile and mimed a cup and drank it. Your little inside joke.

He hid a smile behind a cloth-clad arm and subtly shook his head at you, eyes twinkling before he started the mass. In that moment, you saw the possibility. 

You took her pinky with your own. "Fucking deal."

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"We got the juice fellas!" you announced, holding up a couple packs of beer and hollers went around the makeshift campfire. "This party better be the best thing ever!" 

And it had better be. Midway the mass, you and your friend's phone began buzzing non-stop. You squinted your eyes to a message.

look to ur left

Sure enough, they were there, peering like idiots into the church. You earned some looks from exiting the mass early but you didn't mind it. They could just chalk it up to outsider people weirdness. You hoped that Father Hill didn't see you though. You enjoyed hearing him speak.

Anj's task for you was to get beer and some snacks for the entire group. It took longer than you expected. 

You were almost sure that your lot just gave that store what they usually earned in a week. Walking towards the site, you were afraid that your bags would split open. You would be lost if not for the kind sheriff that pointed the way. 

You spotted Anj from the crowd and called to him. "Hey Anj, got your receipt! Here ya go - oh, hello." He turned to you, something like hope shining in his eyes. There were people who seemed like a bunch of teenagers beside him. They looked like they were having a high school field trip.

Anj introduced you. "These are Ali, Warren, Leeza, Ooker and friends yeah? Cool, cool. We do have ehm, non-alcoholic drinks yeah?" 

You tugged Anj with you by the arm. "We're just going to have a conversation okay? Wait a sec." 

You twister his ear down and heard a satisfying yelp. "Are you crazy? What's a bunch of barely legal teens doing in a party where there's alcohol and fucking weed?" 

"Damn you for that story," you cursed at him, relenting. "How did we even get here?"

"Puta, ow." he rubbed his ear. You rolled your eyes, you didn't even pinch that hard. "It's still early alright? They can stay here and we'll have a PG-13 gathering until their curfew and then we can turn it up after. Besides, I heard that that girl, Leeza - she was like, paraplegic before and she just recently made a recovery. They keep on saying it's a miracle, but the point is, they want her to have like a real party experience, you know? Please?"

"They helped with the venue alright? I was like, okay you can invite some friends, I didn't mean all the friends." he whined. "I just need your help with keeping some of our more enthusiastic peers from breaking the stuff early."

"Enthusiastic, right." you snorted. 

"Plus!" he exclaimed. "Plus, I still have some of that aged wine with gold flakes. Mm-hm, very expensive."

Your pulse jumped at the mention of wine, remembering Father Hill. "How do you know if I even liked it?"

"I don't, I just really need your help." he pleaded.

"Fine, fine." you sighed. You had to brace when the breath got knocked out of you as Anj engulfed you in a bear hug.

"I'll just inform the others, okay? Thank you so, so much!"

You knew that none of your friends would mind that much. They knew how to have fun without substances, even though they do help with the stress. 

You faced the group of highschoolers, feeling like a teacher. You made sure the games weren't too wild, that the beer pong doesn't have beer, and that everyone had a marshmallow on their sticks as they gathered around the campfire, the sun a long gone dream from the horizon. It was nearing 9PM and the teenagers were slowly dispersing. 

You had to admit that it was more fun than you thought. They had this untapped energy that an exhausted college student can't possibly replicate. You waved goodbye to the last of them, Warren and Ali, wishing them safe travels. As soon as they were gone, Anj shouted and then it felt like there was suddenly an explosion of fizzing cans, bottles popping open, and joints getting rolled. You felt a cool object getting thrust into your hands.

"As promised," Anj smiled as you examined the bottle with its deep liquid in the light of the campfire. You popped the cork and clinked the bottle with his own can of beer. You both took a swig.

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Your head was swimming a bit. You finished the whole bottle but was it really a whole bottle if it was given to you halfway full. Or halfway empty? Whatever.

You touched your lips and it came away with a deep color. Wine. Father Hill. God, you wanted to see him right now. Even if the bet didn't exist. Even without the fucking sexual attraction. There was just something about him that was so magnetic. Something you can't really fully analyze in a slightly inebriated state.

"Where are you going?" your friend called out as you ambled outside the campsite. 

"Nature's calling!" you responded. And then you walked. Walked and walked until you didn't know where you where. Uh-oh. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to go alone in an unfamiliar place without any companion. You fumbled for your phone. No signal.

There was rustling to the bushes on your right. Immediately, you fought the urge to inspect it. No, you wouldn't be the idiot that dies first in a horror movie. You walked backwards slowly, heart in your throat. Was somebody near? Would it be better or worse if you shouted for help?

Something popped up and all you saw was glowing eyes before you screamed and ran like hell. You didn't know where you were going until you bumped into someone. Your first instinct was to fight whoever it was. It was then you felt arms around you and heard that soothing voice. "Hush, you're okay. You're safe now. Come, breathe with me alright?" 

He led you somewhere. It must be his house, it looked like a house. You felt yourself being led to sit down. He was walking away - no, he couldn't walk away. You grasped the end of his cardigan. He was dressed for sleep, in a soft shirt, cardigan and pajama pants.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Don't leave me." you whispered. You didn't want to lose the warmth of his skin. You felt so cold. What was that? With the wine and the adrenaline, it's slowly starting to feel less of a something and more of just a moment of irrational fear.

"I was just going to get you some water."

"Don' need it." you purposefully spoke in short sentences because you felt too physically tired to verbalize anything else. You held your arms out to him in a universal gesture of 'hug please?'

Even wine-addled, you saw the hesitance in his eyes melt to fondness. He tugged you up in his arms and buried your head under his chin, the soft cotton of his shirt tickling your cheek. "Don' w'nna stand 'nymore. Sit please?"

"Well dear, I don't know how we'll be able to sit like this." You grumbled at him, not letting go but still nudging at his shin to move to the chair.

You both got your wind knocked out of you as you unceremoniously plopped on one of the armchairs. Your legs were tangled up and it was a bit awkward, but there was no denying this position. You were in his lap. 

It took a beat. Maybe two. You felt like you could count the milliseconds, count the eyelashes fanning across his cheeks.

You held his jaw and paused. Waiting for the inevitable pushing away. But he only looked up and down at your face, eyes stuck at your lips. His Adam's apple bobbed.

They say somewhere, there's a thin line between fear and lust.

You kissed him.

It was slow at first, chaste. Like he's testing the waters. His warm hand moved to your cheek and you exhaled at the pressure. Your toes curled when your tongues met. You couldn't help the gasps in between.

"No - wait, wait." He laid a hand on your chin, thumb hooking on your bottom lip before letting go. "Are you drunk?"

"No - maybe. A little bit."

"There's no little bit, you either are or aren't." he ran a hand over his face. You just wanted to kiss him.

"I think I need sleep now." 

He led you to his bed and you sat down on it. You ran your hand on the sheets. You felt Father Hill kneel in front of you. Damn if he didn't look good.

"Mind if I take your shoes?"

"Here y' go," He gently clasped your ankles as he freed your feet. "Come, lie down." You patted the space beside you as he arranged the pillows and the blanket. 

"I-" he sighed. "I'm afraid I can't."

"Tha's too bad." you said. "Will you kiss me again tomorrow?"

He looked at you from the door frame and switched off the light. "Good night-" your name from his lips was barely a whisper. Like he was afraid someone might hear him say it and they'll know what he's done. Again.

You let him go, too tired. Before you forgot, you fished out your phone and sent a quick message to your best friend. 

here @ hill bed he wont kiss me bc im drunk take care ily *:-#

You fell asleep to the sound of his prayers.

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He liked your lips and your kisses. He liked your warmth on top of him, the way you periodically detached yourself to gasp, as if making space for the sins in between you and diminishing it over and over again. He liked the taste of wine on your tongue and he wondered how the sacrament would taste on you too.

He should've checked if you were inebriated but he was too occupied. The Angel was chasing you and you looked so terrified. It calmed his jackrabbiting heart when you were finally in his arms. You were so cold. John will seek penance from the Angel, tell him that you weren't part of the island. You were outside the people who he planned on giving the miracles to. Still, it was on him. He will ask for your forgiveness in the morning but for tonight he will ask God. 

He will not think about wanting to chase your lips, no. Not even how much he liked it and how he wanted to do it again. He laid his forehead on a fist clutching a rosary and prayed.

He wondered which sins he was praying for: those he committed or the ones that he was about to?

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You woke up to the rustling of clothes and the view of Father Hill in his usual ensemble of shirt and jeans. 

"Good morning," he smiled at you. He looked brilliant in the light. 

"Oh, it's way too bright." you shielded your eyes and he obligingly removed the ties of the curtains. "What time's it?"

"Very early. I need to go to the church but you can sleep more. Unless you want to go back to the rec center? I can escort you back to your friends."

You huffed into the covers. "That's if they didn't pass out on the campsite." you sat up groggily and peered up at Father Hill. There was a moment of intense gazing until he cleared his throat. 

"I see you partook in some wine last night. You know, when I told you the story about me it was only an example. You didn't have to follow it," he fiddled with the watch on his wrist and you laughed.

"You're just such an inspiration, Father Hill. I got it from Anj by the way, it had gold flakes and everything." you said expectantly. You wanted to create an opening for this conversation. Despite some lapses in memory last night, you vividly remembered the kiss.

"I'm afraid we don't need any recommendations. The sacramental wine is less recreational," he explained haltingly.

"But you liked it better when it came from me." you stated boldly.

(He's not going to admit it but he liked the way you looked in his bed. The weak streams of light passing through the curtains illuminate you just so you looked holy.)

"I can't - Listen, that's not important." He sat at the edge of the bed. "I have to apologize to you. I didn't know you were in an inebriated state but I should've known better -"

You let him continue. As soon as he was done, he lifted his head up and looked at you underneath his lashes. "It's fine, trust me. I really, really liked it." You angled your face closer and from a certain point, you began to gravitate towards each other. Your lips were only a hair away when he pulled back. At an instant he was standing up. You pursed your lips in disappointment. Well shit.

"Are we not talking about it?" 

"I'm sorry, it's just - I need to go now. I have some work to do at the church." he answered, stilted. You felt like he was apologizing for something more than that. He gathered up his things on one hand. 

You followed. You stopped him when he was just at the door. "Hey Father Hill," he paused just as he was turning the knob. "Would you mind if I used the bath here?"

His eyes travelled the plains of your face, searching. "No, of course not." 

You smiled, all saccharine sweetness, translucent enough for him to see a hint of what you wanted to do with him. "See you later, Father. Don't make the same mistakes with wine like I did!" you reminded him. "Although some of them were more - ah - enjoyable than others."

"Have a great day," he inclined his head and then went on to his business. 

Operation fuck the hot priest was a go. 

You laughed as soon as he was gone. The look on his face! You laid back down on the rumpled bed. 

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Title: You’re Not Good With Weird and I’m Not Good With Fate (Jacob Black x Reader)

Summary: Being best friend’s with a teenage shapeshifter hasn’t been the easiest thing for y/n to have adjusted to, but they have adjusted far better than the pack originally thought they would. Yet when Jacob starts to avoid y/n, the answer they receive is certainly not the one that they were expecting.

Word Count: 4,372

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Jacob being a dick, imprinting, billy interrupting y’all, let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed.

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The news of your best friend being a shape shifting werewolf had left you almost gasping for air on the spot, like a fish having been plucked viciously from water. Anxiety pulsed and rippled through your entire being as the animal before you (which had replaced your Jacob) stared into your bewildered wide eyes with his own bulbous orbs. Your heart was palpating so wildly in your chest that you swore that any minute now it would leap from your rib cage and out onto the dull grass of Billy Black’s lawn. There was an intense feeling of nausea that swirled in your stomach, desperately climbing up your throat which made you feel lightheaded.

“Y/n?” Sam inquired softly, hands raised gently above the sides of his head as though he were surrendering to you. “It’s alright. No one’s going to hurt you.” His voice was soothing, crumbling deeply like the flickers of a log fire turning darker as it’s flames died down to charcoal embers.

“Sam, she looks like she’s gonna puke. You think she’s gonna puke? I hope she doesn’t. I’ve got a weak stomach.” Jared complained distastefully, lips turned down at the corners in a deep frown. “I think I’m gonna throw up now.” He continued, hand on his stomach and brows furrowed.

“Will you shut up, Jared? Nobody cares! Y/n literally looks like she’s about to turn on her heels and start running for the hills.” Paul quipped irately, shaking on the spot.

“Both of you, shut up! That’s an order.” Sam barked over his shoulder at his fellow brothers, voice booming, alarming you out of your shocked state.

“What the hell?” You murmured with furrowed brows, swallowing thickly once again as another wave of anxiety washed over you. “Jacob? Y-you just turned into a dog... a very, very large dog! This is insane.” Your eyes scrunched up as though shutting them as tightly as possible would make this entire scene vanish in a puff of wispy grey smoke. Yet when you opened them once more, the wolf was still in his place, staring at you with pleading orbs. 

The entire world that you had grown up knowing came crumbling down at your feet, leaving displeasing confusion in it’s wake. And unfortunately, that was the late time you’d seen Jacob Black.

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Ominous charcoal clouds packed themselves over the small town of Forks, not a strange occurrence on a Saturday afternoon. Your head was still numb, lacking the ability to focus on even the most simple of tasks. However, here you were, damp hair clinging to the sides of your face as you sat in the drivers seat of your car, wedging your key into the ignition, twisting it and as if by magic your car rumbled to life. The heating blasted through the vents at a whirring pace, but comforting against your cold wet skin. It had been a week since the fiasco in his fathers back yard, and another two weeks since you had gone to visit him to apologize for not taking the news of his newfound abilities lightly, explaining that you had needed some time to get your head around the whole ordeal. You weren’t exactly great with weird.

“Hey,” you hummed shyly after having tenderly pattered up the steps of Emily’s front porch, your presence instantaneously noted by the pack of boys and one girl. You had been met with wolfish grins and a massive dose of teasing that you had definitely not missed. Jacob’s brothers and sister welcomed you back with open arms, relieved now that his depressing inner monologue would silence itself out, replacing itself with it’s usually sunny spell.

Jacob on the other hand had appeared intensely bitter, his hulking back still turned to you, indicating that his feelings were hurt. But you knew that a little bit of TLC and a civilized chat would get his walls to come down. “Can we talk?” You’d inquired sheepishly whilst having stuffed your hands into your back pockets - a nervous habit -.

“What’s there to talk about?” Poison seeped from his mouth. ‘Ouch! He’s definitely still mad.’ you had contemplated this time and time again, but it still didn’t dissipate the intense sting his tone of voice created in your heart.

Paul and Jared murmured something, eyes plastered on the pair of you as Embry had placed a bet with Jared over who would win. Leah promptly swatted the back of their heads at such a lightening pace you’d believed you’d dreamed it up if it wasn’t for the trio having clutched the rear of their skulls.

“You know that’s not true, Jake. We can dish it out for everyone to see right here, right now or we could go and talk somewhere privately.” You’d sounded more miffed than you’d thought you’d been originally. Confrontation, particularly in front of others always made you feel on edge and Jacob knew that.

“Wouldn’t you-” Jacob had spun around on his toes, deep eyes lit on fire with a flame that truly could have scorched you, though as soon as the look of indigence had clouded his complexion, it had vanished as though he’d suddenly choked on his words. He stared at you like he’d just seen the sun for the first time, which made you feel a little uncomfortable.

“Wouldn’t I what, Jacob?” You quipped perplexingly, arms folded neatly over your chest, brows raised in question. But he never answered, just gaped at you with that same love-struck complexion. Everything seemed to slow down between the pair of you, as though the gawping eyes staring at you both didn’t even exist.

A clearing of several throats had pulled the pair of you out of your dazes. The others boys were grinning something awfully mischievous at you both, which only spurred on your bewilderment. “Will you two love birds just get a room already?” Jared tipped his head back in exhaustion.

“No, you don’t have to worry about that because I’m leaving.” Jacob spat that same venom from before. And before you were even aware of it, Jacob had pushed past you and was down at the end of Emily’s garden that lead into the thick shrubbery beyond. And the teenage boy was gone.

A low whistle sounded from behind you and embarrassment radiated from your entire existence. ‘Maybe this had just all been a mistake.’ You kept telling yourself.

In the early days of this turn of events, you hadn’t been the least bit surprised when you had phoned him and he hung up when he heard your voice. Although Jacob was sweet and happy most times, obviously this physical change had left him in some form of anger-induced turmoil, which had only amplified when you had rejected him initially. But now enough was enough. Two weeks was long enough for him to mope about like a petty child. You were through with this.

The drive to La Push was a route that you swore to your friends that you could accomplish safely even blindfolded and the winding roads slick with black ice. You had been there and come back so frequently over the course of three years that it now felt like a second home to you. The pack had welcomed you with their taunting remarks and surprisingly you have become one of them, - despite the fact that you were only a frail human being -.

Determination sunk into your bones the longer that you drove, your previous numbness and apprehension having dissipated. Before long you were pulled up along the side of the road just in front of Jacob’s home; and with how dark it had been all day, you could scarcely tell what time it actually was. Yet nevertheless, you practically heaved yourself out of your car and into the pouring rain. Billy had already seen you pull up from the rickety window of his living room and whilst you neared towards the door, he opened it, allowing a yellow wash of artificial light to cascade in the deepness of early evening. “He’s not here, y/n.” the statement was cold, accompanied by an even more acerbic facial expression on his countenance. This made you feel unwelcome, causing you to wonder what in the world Jacob had told his father to make him use that kind of tone with you. Billy had always been quite chirpy and carefree around you in the past.

“Yeah, I don’t by that, old man.” Your brows furrowed as you muttered the words at him with equal matching coldness. “That’s what you said on the phone yesterday evening when I heard Jake call after you in the background.” You grumbled sarcastically, pushing past Billy. You trailed with you an ocean-full of water into the tiny home, which Billy also did not seem surprised about. In fact, now that you were indoors, you could tell that he appeared as though he had expected you to show up sooner or later.

“Well, haven’t you got me sussed out then.” Sarcasm mixed with a simper. Two traits that obviously Jacob had inherited from his father. But that didn’t stop you from storming through the little house and bursting through Jacob’s bedroom door to find that his closet of a bedroom was uninhabited. You had barely even noticed the squeaking wheels of Billy’s wheelchair. “Just like I said, y/n. He’s not here. But from the looks of your face, I’m bagging on the idea that you won’t be leaving any time soon.” he added wryly, ancient black eyes staring up into your own. “At least do me the favor of taking you jacket and shoes off.”

As if on cue, the back door of the Black’s residence opened, revealing Jacob Black’s towering frame which squeezed in through the small opening. Had Jacob grown in the past two weeks you hadn’t seen him? The boy was blissfully unaware of your presence until he looked up to find yourself and his father frozen on the spot. A flash of surprise dawned across his countenance as he took in your disheveled and wet appearance. The puddle of water at your feet made him snort, he knew he’d be the one cleaning that up once you left. “Hey Jake!” Billy grinned widely at his son. “Y/n just dropped by.” He stated it so obviously and nonchalantly it almost made you cringe. You had to hand it to the old man though, he really could make anything awkward sound causal.

Yet this only appeared to spur on Jacob’s rotten attitude.

"Yeah, I can see that.” He muttered bitterly, his great stature weaving around you and towards his room as though you just some obstacle in his path. A nuisance. Again, no matter how many times he used that same tone on you, it always seemed to sting just as bad as the first time. Yet now there seemed to be a dull ache in your heart, as though it were shattering into a billion pieces. Through the dull ache lit a searing fire of irritation and bitterness, creating a sour taste on your tongue and a distasteful whirlwind of anger flooded your system so intensely that your eyes began to water.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You snapped, following after Jacob. Your arm reached out and attempted to wrap around his bicep, but he only continued forward as though he did not notice your touch.

“Y/n...” Billy warned from behind you both but you paid little mind to his warning.

“Do you think I deserve all of this, Jake? How was I supposed to take the news of you turning into a giant freaking werewolf? I’m not Bella!” You hissed through tightly gritted teeth, your fists tightly balled indignantly at your sides, fingernails almost piercing the delicate skin of your palms, which gave you a sensation to ground yourself on.

A scoff emitted itself from Jacob’s mouth and you could practically hear his eyes rolling in his skull. “Yeah, well at least Bella didn’t avoid me for a whole week like a damn baby.”

“Yeah, you’re right Jake! You doubled that yourself.” If he wanted to play this childish game of hurtful words, you were game to jump right in, regardless of whether or not he would turn into a werewolf in front of you. With the way that your anger continued to fester in your veins, you genuinely felt like you could take him on at this point.

"You know that was different, y/n. I was trying to protect her.”

“Yeah, protecting her. What a load of crap! You’re the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met in my damn life.” Your voice reached a volume it had never reached prior to this point and it almost scared you out of your menacing stupor.

“Hypocrisy,” the word left his mouth acerbically as his larger frame began to shake undoubtedly and his breathing altered itself to a quicker pace. “You know, I don’t get why you’re so mad at me for avoiding you. Do you not like the taste of your own medicine?”

“Taste of my own medicine?!” You practically shouted. “Again, how was I meant to take the news that you turn into a giant wolf, Jake? I’m not like Bella, I don’t do weird!”

“Then maybe you should leave.” He spat over his shoulder at you. The look in his eyes seemed to show more animal than human as he trembled violently on the spot.

“Leave? Jake, why’re you pushing me away like this? I get it, okay. I was an ass for avoiding you but I needed some time and space to get my head around the fact that you and your friends shape shift!”

Silence rung from him, he shut his orbs tightly, attempting to steady the rage bubbling within him through deep breaths. “You should really leave, y/n.”

“No! No, I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me for the past two weeks, Jake. This has more to do with me having taken your shift badly. What happened at Emily’s when I tried to talk to you... when you turned to look at me, it was like you’d seen the sun for the first time in your life. Like-”

“Like what?”

“Like you actually gave a damn about me! And now- now you’re just being an ass. You’re running away from me and I think it’s got something to do with that time at Emily’s.”

Once more, silence hovered over the pair of you, which only indicated to yourself that you had hit the hammer on the nail with doubtless precision.

"Why don’t you just tell me what’s really going on?” You practically pleaded, fingers winding their way around his big wrist. His skin was burning hot, but you refused to let go.

“You wouldn’t understand, y/n. You don’t do weird, remember?”

“Why? Because I’m human? Let me try to do weird for once! I’m learning to...” You hummed under your breath, voice catching in your throat. This felt helpless to you. “Jacob, I don’t want to run away from this any more. I’ve come to terms with what you are and I’m staying, regardless of what you assume I think and feel about you.” It was tender the way that you spoke, an ardent edge that breathed forgiveness from him. You really did want things to work out between the pair of you. All of this arguing and avoiding made your heart ache for your Jacob.

"It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s because I literally hate the fact that I love you so much and you’ll never love me that way back.” There was so much defeat weighing on him that his head and shoulders slumped forward. He still hadn’t dared to face you, though the tremors running up and down his limbs had halted to a soft and slow vibration. He was cooling off. Finally.

In all honesty, this had definitely not been what you were expecting to come flying out of Jacob’s mouth. It left you silent and dumbfounded, mouth dry and agape. “Y-you l-love m-me?” You stammered breathless, fingers tightening around his russet wrist.

“See? This is exactly the reaction I was expecting!” His defenses came clamoring up in order to keep you out. It was exhausting trying to swim against the torrential waves.

"No, Jake, shut up for once! What do you mean that you love me?”

“Just forget I said anything...”

“No!” You tugged on his wrist harder, alerting him finally that you were touching him. He turned to face you, large deep eyes staring into yours with a pained expression. Being this horrible to you, pushing you away was also causing internally emotional damage to him also. “I’m not gonna forget what you said. Jake, you owe me an explanation. I don’t know what happened in the space of these past two weeks you’ve been avoiding me, but being away from you has been painful. It’s like I’ve been drowning without you. The whole time all I kept thinking is that I’d done everything wrong.” You hadn’t even realized there were tears in your eyes until they spilled over and down your cheeks. You batted them away impatiently with your free hand, anger now directed at yourself. “I’m so sorry for- for not having taken your shift well and for freaking out the way that I did. I’m just not good with surprises. But I just wanted you to know that I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. I’ve always loved you, Jake.”

Awe struck itself across Jacob’s face as he stared at you whilst you cried in front of him. His head cocked to the side momentarily as he blinked a few times. He certainly hadn’t expected that! What did you mean you loved him? How could anyone love him when even he hated the fact that he turned into a werewolf? This didn’t make any sense to him, but it did fit together nicely with what all the other members of his pack had told him.

You were his imprint and these entire two weeks he had been avoiding something he simply could not avoid. Man, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt bombard his heart and stomach, leaving him nauseous and unsettled. He’d really put you through the ringer for the past fortnight when really all you had done is react like any sane human would have. He even knew that he’d have reacted as you had. Even when he had shifted for the first time, mixed with all the pain and terror was the thought that he was truly going insane, so in the end, the boy couldn’t blame you for not handling things as well as Bella Swan had. Bella had been immersed in the world of the supernatural far longer than even he himself had. She’d always been odd like that, a danger magnet. The way you had reacted was simply rational, a logical factor of your fight or flight mechanism having kicked in.

The large calloused pads of his thumbs dotted and then pressed softly under your eyes, swiping away your tears with the delicate movement of a feather. “I don’t know what to say...” He stated just above a whisper before he sat on top of his small bed, his chocolate orbs now staring up into yours. Naturally he pulled you into his lap, his embrace hot as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, the heat of his russet skin drying your tears instantly. “Don’t cry. Please? I hate it when you cry.” He pleaded into your shoulder, hands finding their way underneath your raincoat. He made quick work of rubbing your back soothingly, an action that he knew helped to calm you.

“I’m just not good with the idea of fate and soulmate stuff, y/n.” He hummed sincerely against the fabric of your jacket as he brought you much closer to him. The feeling felt warming, as though you were finally back home. It caused your heart to skip a beat and a sob to rake through you. This felt natural, as though it all made sense to you now.

Since no answer fell from your lips he continued, “I know this is gonna make me sound nuts but- oh hell!” He sounded conflicted as he pulled back from you, his nimble fingers finding their way underneath your chin and tenderly pushing your face up so you could see his reddened face. “Every wolf has what you call a soulmate somewhere out there in the world, but it’s not exactly guaranteed that we’ll meet them. Cheesy I know.” Jacob half smiled at you whilst your brows furrowed in confusion. “From what Sam and Hared have explained to me, it’s called imprinting. When we imprint on someone, it’s like- like you said earlier, we’ve seen the sun for the first time. That person we imprint on becomes our whole world and reason for existing. We have this unbreakable bond with said person. It’s impossible for either the imprint or the imprintee to reject one another. In fact, it’s actually quite painful.” He sighed out, eyes suddenly having dropped their gaze from yours.

“What does that mean?” You inquired softly.

Jacob grinned halfheartedly before he looked into your eyes again. “It means, y/n,” his face leaned closer to you, only milometers away. It left your head swimming with excitement. “that we’re soulmates.”

"Me? I’m your soulmate?” You gawked at him, your pointer finger pointing at your heart. Jacob’s chest rumbled with laughter, your confusion making you appear cute.

“Yeah. And it’s a new thing for me too. I’ve never really believed in fate, hence why I’ve been avoiding you for two weeks. I just hate not being in control of myself. I mean, I never meant to hurt you, you have to know that. You do, don’t you?” He inquired candidly, eyes meeting yours once more and you nodded softly. “Good, because if you didn’t I’d have to kick myself again.”

“You’re mad that I’m your soulmate?”

“Imprint. You’re my imprint, y/n.” Jacob grinned widely as though the sun was gleaming in his bedroom once more. “And yeah, to be truthful, I was. But that’s only because I didn’t want to face it.”

“And now? Do you not want me to be your imprint?”

“Of course I do! I was just being petty. You’re not good with weird, and I’m not good with fate.” To that he rubbed his neck sheepishly, causing you to grin widely and giggle.

“You know, for a six foot seven inch teenage boy who’s built like a tnak, you really have a fragile ego.” This made Jacob tip his head back and laugh in even more abundance.

“Alright, I’ll take that one. I do kinda deserve it.”

“I mean, you really were an ass.”

“Yeah, and so were you.”

“Touche.”

A comfortable silence enveloped you both as you silently grinned down at your fiddling fingers. This whole experience left your mind fuzzy and your belly full of fluttering butterflies. “So does this mean we’re okay not? No more avoiding each other like we’ve got the Black Plague?”

“Yeah, we’re good. No plague included.” He stated with a breathy chuckle, his forehead leaning against yours. His hands trailed down to your hips, thumbs brushing underneath the hem of your shirt in a reassuring gesture.

“Good.” You sighed in relief, smiling like you’d suddenly won the lottery. That’s when you finally took note of how alarmingly hot he was. “Jake?” Concern laced your tone.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“Is it normal for you to feel like you’re on fire all the time?”

“Yeah, that’s unfortunately a wolf thing.”

“Well, that’s certainly gonna come in handy during the winter if I do say so myself.”

Again, as though he could not stop himself, Jacob snickered, wrapping his russet arms around your waist securely, bringing you into his front once more for a tight embrace. This felt like the best feeling in the world, being in his arms. Home. It felt just like the home you’d always dreamed of since you were a little girl. Your orbs began to flutter shut tiredly as your fingers brushed against the base of his neck, the tips fingering through the short hairs on the nape of his neck, a gesture of forgiveness. Peace radiated off of the pair of you as though nothing else mattered in the world. Surely nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, the door nudged open, revealing Billy Black. As if on cue, embarrassing painted evidently on your expression, you flinched out of Jacob’s arms and landed on the bed next to him. The entire movement left him confused until he stared at his father in the doorway with the smuggest grin smacked straight on his face. “Hey, y/n, I see you and Jake have made up. I hope that means that you’ll be staying for dinner. I’ve made my famous spaghetti: It’s a family secret, passed down from generation to generation.” The way this old man was capable of reacting so calmly to any situation was almost laughable.

“S-sure!” You hummed whilst Jacob scoffed beside you, muttering underneath his breath about how spaghetti hardly dated back far enough and wasn’t culturally accurate for it to be true. You pinched Jacob’s arm softly, to which he laughed at.

“Great! Because while you two had your little fiasco I was in there finishing it all up. It’s ready now.” And to that he twisted his wheelchair around and made his way to the living room. “Jake, do you mind plating up the food? Also, can you wipe up that puddle of water on the floor so y/n doesn’t slip?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jake muttered brazenly, his orbs rolling as he got up off of the bed and followed after his father. You grinned to yourself for a moment as you watched Jacob dash to the bathroom to grab a towel and mop up the water you’d left in your wake of chasing him down earlier that evening before he made his way into the kitchen to dish up some plates of Billy Black’s Famous Spaghetti.

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 13 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

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Summary: The reader, Aaron, Jesus, and Daryl set out to find Eugene, but what they find may be even worse...takes place in 9x08 “Evolution”

Word Count: 3890

Warning: Angst, Swearing, Blood, Massive Angst (I’m sorry)

Song I Wrote To: “Game of Survival” by Ruelle

Note: So I realized that the riders from hilltop don’t make it until well Gabe speaks to Negan in ep 8, but just go with me, okay? I hope you like this one! (All official dialog used is property of AMC)

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It didn’t take long for you and the others to pick up the trail Rosita had left. 

After leaving the horses, you all went on foot with you and Daryl leading. Next to Dixon, you were a decent tracker, but he had taught you everything you knew and it felt nice to be by his side once again.

Jesus was on your other flank, careful not to make any sound, which of course, he never did. You never found out what the man did before the world ended, but a part of you thought it had to have been some kind of military job. There was just no way he was this stealthy without any proper training. 

His sword glinted in the setting sun, his grip always adjusting on the handle. Aaron, who had joined up with the party just as you were leaving Hilltop, walked at the rear. He was keeping his eyes on Jesus, but also the surroundings. You knew that they were together or at least had grown closer. You weren’t sure why they were hiding it, but you didn’t press the issue. 

When Jesus and Aaron ventured ahead, you and Daryl split, taking each side along the main hill, checking for tracks. When you met back with the other two, they were crouched behind an old tree. As you approached, you could see what they were looking at so closely. Just over the hill was a herd of Walkers and they were behaving oddly. Daryl’s furry companion, Dog, jogged up to your side to get a closer look as well.

“You ever see them do this before?” Jesus asked Aaron. 

“No,” Aaron said and you were in agreement. The way the Walkers were walking in the field looked almost as if they were in a corral. Something about it made your stomach turn. 

“Rosita's trail goes right through 'em,” Daryl said, stopping at your shoulder. “We should get the horses, circle around, then we'll pick it up on foot.”

“What about the Walkers?” you asked him.

“What about them?” 

“They’re just milling around,” Jesus said with a nervous look at you. “That’s not normal, Daryl.”

“No,” Daryl said with his own look of worry. “No, it ain’t.” A sudden shift in the wind had you turning to Daryl and nodding your head to the sky. He nodded in agreement, he could feel it too. “We need to move, there’s a storm coming.”

A storm was definitely coming, but you weren’t sure if you all would be able to get out of its way this time. 

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Back within the walls of Alexandria, Negan listened to Gabriel’s attempt at getting him to open up. “You do realize that this is a bunch of bullshit, right?” Negan asked as he threw the ball at the wall again. 

“What is?” Gabriel asked with a sigh. 

“You trying to get me to clear my head and open up and be a better man,” Negan joked. “It’s not working.”

“Is that so?” the Father asked. 

“Yep,” Negan said with a grin. 

“And is that because I’m not (Y/N)?” Gabe asked smugly as the ball stilled in Negan’s hand. 

“They are definitely much cuter than you,” Negan said, not risking to look in the Father’s eyes. 

“You’ve grown quite fond of them,” Gabriel noted, placing down the items in his hands. 

“Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t,” Negan said. “What is it to you? Are you jealous? I didn’t interrupt some freaky threesome with you, (Y/N), and Rosita, did I?”

“No,” Gabriel said, patiently. “However, I have noticed that (Y/N) seems...lighter these days.” That made Negan pause again. 

“What do you mean?” he asked. 

“They went through a dark time,” Gabriel explained. “Not that long after you were going through yours. I didn’t think I would see them smile again let alone interact with any of us for more than a few moments. You changed that. I don’t know what you did, but you brought them back to how they used to be.” Negan looked over at Gabriel, absorbing the information. He only had a few memories of (Y/N) before he was locked in the cell and even then, he wasn’t ready to share them with anyone, especially not Gabriel.

However, this new information had him a bit worried. What if they slipped back into the darkness? How was he supposed to help them? 

“I wouldn’t worry,” Gabriel offered, clearly seeing the turmoil in Negan’s eyes. “I have known them for a while and trust me when I say this, (Y/N) is one of the strongest people I know. Although, they are also one of the most loyal.” 

“Why are you telling me this?” Negan asked. 

“Because I can see that they trust you. Don’t ruin that.”

“I don’t plan to,” Negan said and for the first time in all the times Gabriel had been talking to the fallen king, he felt as if he was finally being sincere. Gabriel left then, leaving Negan to his thoughts, but he couldn’t focus on anything besides you and where you were. He trusted your friends enough to watch your back, but Negan was also worried that when it came down to it, you would be the reckless one and that would be your ultimate downfall. 

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You were walking alongside Jesus while Aaron and Daryl were ahead, keeping Rosita’s trail in their line of sight. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Jesus asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You blinked, turning your attention back to him. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“I haven’t seen you this distracted in a while. What’s goin’ on?” 

“There’s just a lot of drama at home,” you admitted. 

“Is this about Michonne?” Jesus asked, kicking at a few loose rocks on the ground, skipping them a few feet ahead. 

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s…” you paused, trying to get your nerve. You wondered if Aaron had mentioned your newfound bond with Negan, but seeing as Daryl hadn’t jumped down your throat yet, you figured the answer was no. “It’s Negan,” you admitted, lowering your voice. 

“What’s he done now?” Jesus asked, but his voice wasn’t full of malice, just with curiosity. Jesus was always the person to look at things from every side and that was why you cared for him so much. 

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “It’s just, I’ve been keeping my eye on him at the request of the council, and well, some people don’t like it.”

“Define, ‘keeping an eye on’?” he asked. 

“We’re sort of...friends?” you offered, not wanting to expose more of the relationship. Jesus was quiet for a moment and you wondered if he was thinking about Maggie. 

“Is that a bad thing?” 

“To everyone but me, it seems to be,” you grumbled. 

“What does Negan think about this newfound friendship?” Jesus wondered. 

“He thinks that I should be careful about how much time I spend with him. He is always worried that my people are going to turn on me.” 

“Do you think they will?” he asked. 

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I’d rather not find out.” Jesus reached over and laid his hand on your shoulder and then glanced over at Daryl and Aaron before lowering his volume as well. 

“It’s more than a friendship,  isn’t it?” You almost froze at his words, but he took your silence as an answer. With a sigh, he dropped his hand but kept close to you. “I can’t say that I fully approve, but I always did think there was more to him than just the leather and the barbed wire.” You laughed at that. 

“There is,” you said. “There is so much more.”

“Then why worry?”

“Because it’s Negan and everyone hates him,” you reminded him. 

“You don’t,” he pointed out. “I think that counts for something.” 

“Yeah, maybe it does,” you said with a small smile. “Thanks, Paul.” He winked at you and then went to catch up with Aaron. You watched after him and felt a weight disappear off your shoulders. Maybe people finding out about your connection to Negan wouldn’t be so horrible. It wasn’t as if the world could end twice. 

Catching up to your friends, you stopped as growling reached your ears. “You hear that?” you asked Daryl. 

“That herd is followin’ us,” Aaron said. 

“Nah, has to be the wind,” you argued. “Walkers can’t follow scents like that. Can they?”

“Let’s not find out,” Daryl said, gesturing the group ahead. “We need to put some distance between us and them.” 

Nobody argued with that and so the four of you set out again, keeping to the shadows of the tree line when you could. You acted as sentry in the back, your knives in your hands as you scouted along the trees, keeping your senses alert. It had been a while since you had been out in the world like this. 

Michonne had asked you to go on runs here and there, but it had been too long since you had walked the same earth Walkers stumbled across daily. The stench of rot and new growth was in the air and it almost felt alien to be hiking through the weeds again. 

You were reminded of the time before you got to Alexandria. All those days on the road when you didn’t know what was around every corner had given you the much-needed adrenaline rushes. Then with the war, they had returned. You would never admit it out loud, but you sort of missed that feeling that rushed through your body when you were fighting.  You missed the danger. Though, you definitely didn’t miss the loss.

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When Daryl, Aaron, and Jesus stopped sometime later, you came up behind them confused. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“Is that the same herd?” Aaron asked, looking through the trees. Peering at the Walkers, you had a feeling it was. “If it is, it just got a whole lot bigger.”

“Herds merge, Aaron,” you reminded him. 

“I still don’t like the feel of this one,” he admitted. 

“Don't matter how big it is as long as it's going the other way,” Daryl said. “Come on.” As Jesus and Aaron followed Daryl, you hesitated as a feeling entered your gut. It was something you had sometimes felt when acting as a sniper. Whenever someone had spotted you, you got the sense that you were being watched. 

That feeling had now returned. 

Turning away from the herd, you gripped your blades tighter and followed after the others, but the fear followed you and you didn’t know how to shake it. 

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It was well after the sun came down, that Daryl finally picked up the end of the trail. With Dog in the lead, Daryl picked his way toward an old barn, the rest of you on his tail. “Something ain’t right,” you said to Daryl as you walked. 

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asked, hearing your concern. 

“I don’t like this, any of it. I don’t feel...safe,” you admitted. 

“I know, I feel it, too,” Daryl said, meeting your eyes. “We just gotta find Eugene and get gone. Go on, boy, go find him,” Daryl urged as the canine trotted into the barn, sniffing the straw as he went. 

You walked parallel to Daryl, something you learned to do when you would hunt together. It was so easy to fall in step with him again. He seemed to notice it too considering he was reacting to every step you were taking as well. Suddenly, Dog began to whine as he scratched at a portion of straw on the ground. 

“Good boy,” Daryl said. 

“Eugene? Are you in there?” Aaron asked above the hay mound and then through the silence, you finally heard a voice. 

“Affirmative,” Eugene said. All four of you began to dig him out, careful not to injure him further. Once you got him situated back onto the barn floor, you got a better look at him. He was shaking, sweating, and something about the way he was looking at you told you one thing, Eugene was petrified. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, getting down to his level. 

“I took a bad step and dislocated my knee. There was a herd on our six, and Rosita was forced to stash me here,” Eugene said, his hands still shaking. 

“Well, if it's dislocated, we can just pop it back in,” Daryl said, but Eugene was shaking his head. He then grabbed your arm tight. 

“We have to get out of here,” He said, his eyes boring into yours. 

“Eugene…” you tried, but he wasn’t having it. 

“The herd that followed us here is on its way back,” he said and you looked up at Jesus with cautious eyes. His own were flicking back to the entrance of the barn. “Those Walkers ain’t normal, (Y/N).”

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“When they passed us by, we could hear them. They were... whispering to each other,” Eugene said, looking back and forth between all of you. 

“Whispering?” you echoed, a chill running up your spine.

“I know how it sounds, but Rosita heard it as well. Trust me, those weren’t no normal growls and grumbles.”

“We need to get him back,” you said. “Right now.” Daryl was agreeing when suddenly Dog began barking. Eugene froze and when you looked out the window and saw the Walkers converging on the barn, you nearly tripped over your own feet. That was impossible. You said as much. 

“They’ve got us cut off,” Daryl said. “We gotta go around them, get back to the horses and the bike,” Daryl said as Jesus and Aaron pulled Eugene to his feet. “(Y/N), you’re on our six,” he said and you nodded, already feeling the blood rush through you.

As the four of your hobbled towards where you had tied up the mounts, the herd never slowed and they never turned. The adrenaline that was pumping was slowly turning into pure fear. None of this was making any sense. Sneaking through the woods, you watched as the Walkers stumbled down the main road as you dragged Eugene along. 

Reaching a crossroads, Jesus got Eugene to rest against an abandoned car as you spread out, trying to see where the Walkers were coming from. “It doesn't make any sense. They shouldn't have doubled back like that. And they definitely shouldn't have followed us all the way to the barn,” Jesus said and you shook your head, trying to understand as well. 

“I do have a theory to posit,” added Eugene, “the Walkers are evolving.”

“Bullshit,” you said. “Walkers are dead, they are already evolved. That’s how they can even fucking walk around in the first place.”

“They're not dead in any sense that makes sense,” Eugene challenged. “It takes an impact to the cranium to stop them, which means the brain is alive, degraded as it may be. And if it's alive, it can change. Maybe even start to remember things, too, like how to talk.”

“And what? Hunt?”

“Possibly,” Eugene said and you never wanted to scream so much in your life. This was not the trip you had envisioned and it was quickly turning into a full-blown horror movie. 

“They’re right on our asses!” Aaron said as he came running from the trees. 

“We need our damn horses,” you said to Daryl. 

“You have to leave me behind,” Eugene said, clutching at his leg. “I'm slowing you down and tiring you out. Every time we stop, the Dead get closer.”

“Eugene, shut up!” you snapped. “No one is gettin’ left behind. We came out here to find you and bring you home. Not to sacrifice your ass to some mutant herd of Walkers.” 

“The numbers actually work for us,” Jesus interjected. “We can split up. You two get him back to the horses. I'll wait for the herd to get here, then I'll draw them off in the other direction. Then I'll ditch them and meet you back at the Hilltop.”

“Splitting up is never a good idea, dammit!” you said. “We work better together and you know it. When has splitting up ever worked?”

“They’re right,” Aaron said, agreeing with you.

“If anyone stays, it's gonna be me,” Daryl said and when you went to argue, he shot you down. “Ya need to keep Eugene safe. I’m better on my own. Go! I’ll turn the herd, you keep him safe!” Aaron and Jesus began to drag Eugene away and you reluctantly followed as Daryl ran off with Dog by his side. 

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You weren’t sure what Daryl was using to pull the herd, but it didn’t seem like it was working. The herd kept on your tail as the three of you hauled Eugene across the barren landscape. The fog was setting in and visibility was low as you picked your way across fallen trees and branches. 

Eugene was screaming in pain with every jostle between Jesus and Aaron as you walked ahead with the useless flashlight. “Come on, come on,” Jesus urged, as you came to a fence. 

“They’re still on us,” Aaron swore as you shone the light around. You couldn’t even see the outlines of their bodies as they stumbled through the dark. Thunder rumbled overhead and lightning lit up the sky, throwing shadows everywhere. 

“Paul…” you said, your voice slightly shaky. 

“Come on,” he said. “We gotta go.” Jesus grabbed Eugene again and began dragging him along the fence. You ran ahead, keeping your weapon raised when you finally found a parting in the wall. 

“Here!” you yelled as they came up behind you. Jesus knew what you were thinking immediately. 

“Yes, yes! We can use the break as a chokepoint. Slow them down,” he said with a grunt. You and Jesus jumped through and then helped Eugene over the crumbling stone, trying to keep the weight off his bad leg as much as possible. When you realized it was a cemetery you had dropped into, you almost ran back out.

However, with the growls only growing louder, you pressed on. “Follow the wall,” you said. “The last thing we need is to get lost in this.”

“Find a gate, (Y/N),” Aaron said as Walkers began crashing through the chokepoint. You were then reminded of the night the tree crashed through the wall. The first night you fought next to Negan instead of against him. His face and the promise you had made him was the only thing that pushed you through that graveyard.

You tried to clear a path as you made it to the other side when you finally found the gate. “There!” you shouted as you ran to it, but when you tried to open it, it wouldn’t move. “Shit!” you swore, kicking at the dirt that had buried your escape route. 

“(Y/N)!” Aaron called. 

“It’s stuck!” you cried. All four of you backed up to the wall as the Walkers approached.

Jesus got Eugene to lead against the wall as he drew his sword. You and Aaron also took up defensive positions, ready to fight through it. With a crash of thunder, loud enough to deafen giants, the Dead fell upon you. 

It was a flurry of swords and legs as you kicked out and slashed down on the Walkers. Heads toppled, bodies crumbled, and dark blood stuck to your face and boots. You could see both Aaron and Jesus fighting alongside you, taking out their fair share of Dead, but they were still coming and you were barely making a dent. 

Eugene took care of his own as he balanced on one leg and you went low. Using your blades, you cut them off at the knees, spinning the blades to enter their skulls after. Ducking under one, you slid your knife into another, and so on. Aaron and Jesus worked as a perfect team, much like you and Daryl. Aaron grabbed a Walker, throwing it towards Paul who spun it around to land against a headstone. With a downward kick, Jesus crushed its brains into nothing. 

Suddenly, a sound echoed across the graveyard, a sound that chilled you to your soul. It was whispering and it sounded as if it were coming from everywhere. You and Jesus looked at each other in fear as Eugene began to shake again. Raising your knives, you were prepared to go down swinging at the invisible threat. 

However, it seemed as if the universe had other plans. “Eugene!” yelled a voice that you instantly recognized as Michonne’s. You could see her arrive at the gate, her hands braced against it as she fought to open it. 

“The gate is buried!” you said as you ran over, trying to give her a hand. “We can’t get out!”

“I need you to push back,” Michonne said as you and Eugene braced yourself against the gate, forcing it back. Just then, out of the shadows came Magna and Yumiko. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Earning our keep!” Magna shot back as they began digging. Finally, the gate was freed and you pushed it open, stumbling out first. 

“Get him out of here!” Jesus was yelling at Aaron who was running to help Eugene. Getting back on study legs, you ran back toward the gate, trying to push past Yumiko. Through the bars, you could see Jesus slashing away with his sword, fighting like the warrior he was. It was mesmerizing. 

“Paul!” you shouted. “Come on!” He met your eyes and then began heading back to the fence

And that is when everything went wrong. 

Just as a Walker dragged itself across Jesus’ path, Paul swung, but the Walker ducked. In a single movement, the man who you weren’t so sure was actually Dead, twisted around and then plunged a blade right into Jesus’ back. He went still and then you watched in horror as his body fell to the ground. 

“No!” Aaron screamed as he and the others ran back through the gate, their weapons raised. Michonne pulled her katana and you followed her, tears springing in your eyes. You yelled in fury as more armed Dead came running at you, blades in their hands. All you saw was red as you slashed at them. 

A bolt came from behind a headstone as Daryl joined the fight, taking more of them down. Michonne slashed with her sword while Yumiko fired arrows. The bloody battle was over in a manner of seconds, but the pain was very real. You and Aaron collapsed to Jesus’ side and you let out a scream so loud, you thought it might have been louder than the thunder itself.

Your best friend was dead.

Daryl then leaned over and picked up something off one of the corpses. When he lifted it up for all of you to see there were only more questions than answers. It was a mask, made of the skin of the Dead and someone had been wearing it.

“What are they?” Michonne asked. You looked at Daryl and he at you and for the first time since knowing him, you had no idea what he was thinking, but you did know one thing. 

He was scared. You all were scared.

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Miles away, in the darkness of a cell, an iron door of a cage was left open...

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Hide Your Love Away (Paul McCartney x fem! Royal! reader Oneshot)

From an anon request:  can you write Paul x reader oneshot or something where she’s going to have an arranged marriage the following day, which is forced by her family. but she doesn’t want it since she’s secretly dating Paul. So they go on their last date, pretending it’s their honeymoon just for one day since they know they have to be separated after that🥺(sry I’m a sucker for sad/angst fic with lil fluff)

Word Count: Less than 2K

Warnings: swearing, angst with fluff, mentions of weddings and sex. Lack of editing,

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! In order for the premise to work, I decided to make you a member of the noble class who has to marry into royalty  (I got inspired some by The Crown on Netflix, whoops) when you really love Paul. Much love to my angels @joeneslee​ @bens-jawline​ and @rhapsodyrecs​ for helping me when writers block stuck for this one!

 “I just met him, how can I marry him?” you asked with tears blinking in your eyes.

Sighing, you could tell the diadem on your mothers head was beginning to droop. Your father began cutting his meat with more fury. It made the metals on his suit follow in a clink, clink, clink.

“Because this marriage is important to us- to your whole family!” he said.

“But he…I…how do you know it will work?” you question. The diamonds on your necklace feel like an icy grip.

“That doesn’t matter, you will make it work. You always have. It’s the price you pay for your title. It’s going to secure everything. The Prince of Cardonia already agreed to it,” your mother said.

“I…”

“Y/N, you’re a duchess. You do understand the consequences if you don’t do this…money will fall, we’ll lose protection…our house, everything.”

Squeezing your hands together, you began to blink away tears.

“And think of how the alliance will help us, politically. Do you want our people to suffer?” your father pointed out.

You agreed to the match. In a way, you could be a good leader still. Carry out orders. Make changes. Protect people. But it was useless now.

In your room, you began dialing madly for his number. Pacing, the ring on the phone seemed to last forever. Who knew a chance encounter at a party for music led to you both. Then all these phone calls. The meetings. Then meetings led to more talk. And soon your mouths stopped talking and started kissing.

“Y/N…I’m speechless…and you…you can’t say no…” Paul wonders. Your throat feels dry.

“I don’t have a choice! I…I didn’t choose this, they just…announced it,” you mourned.

Those calls are made in plenty the following weeks. You get fitted for the wedding gown a month later. It’s a wide gown decked in lace covering your neck and shoulders with a long train that leaves lace down like a cape. Everyone says you look beautiful, but you don’t feel like it. You are constantly asked for details about the wedding. You gave boring answers. You don’t want to make it too fussy, but at least pretty. But it’s soulless, you feel like.

The day comes sooner, so Paul suggests something…a trip.

You don’t know how, but you managed to get away. You had a few trusted friends who covered for you

The prince of Cordonia isn’t like Paul at all. He is stiff and dull. Not abusive, you don’t think, but that could change.

Paul is super ambitious and works to get the secret trip right.

Right as you get on the plane, making sure it is private and paying guards and the pilot extra, you look at Paul.

“We could…pretend…”

“Pretend what?”

“Pretend we’re married. That we’re going to be at our honeymoon…I don’t know if we’ll get a chance to later…”

Smiling, you begin to drum your fingers on the tan plush arm of your seat.

“How in god’s name did a damn Beatle escape from the press?” you asked. The plane whirred as it soared over the air.

Paul sighs, taking a sip of water from a plastic cup. 

“A lot of help, that’s what. Didn’t you get your friends in? Well, I got friends too,” he answered with a wink that always flipped your stomach.

“Where are you even going?”

He smiled.

“Ibiza, Spain!”

“Spain! I’ve never been to Spain!” you cried. Running up, you give him a girlish hug and kiss his cheek.

The jet plane landed and you both made your way to a hotel. Paul donned fake facial hair and as soon as you were led to your suite, he ripped it off. Though it looked red and tears stung his eyes.

“Oo-owww!”

You began to laugh hard at his reaction before tossing yourself on the feathery bed. That first night you both indulged in a large dinner while watching the sun go down and after much evening walking, settled into your bed for the first sleep after traveling.

When you both woke up, you saw his face first. Then your eyes flitted open. The sunshine of the Spanish morning poured in from over his head. He looked even more angelic.

“Hello husband!”

“Hello Wifey!” he said, kissing your forehead. 

Both of you cuddle up against the cold air from the AC before ordering a breakfast and spending time in your pajamas…as well as out of them. Smiling and taking in each other. Chatting about the habits of his other band members and laughing at them like normal.

They explored old towns. Spanish architecture, orange and tall, surrounded them. You bought lunch at little local restaurants, usually saving room for cold gelato served in cones dusted with cinnamon. It was touristy. It was cliche. It was perfect.

Both of you go through markets all afternoon when it’s too hot to do anything else. Thanking the heavens for shade and cheering at the sight of a working fan. One market had a tendency to be overpriced. Not that neither of you couldn’t afford it. 

Glancing over there was a young woman eyeing a necklace. Maybe a local. Her eyes were bright as she admired how the gems shone in the light and how they flattered her skin. But when she glanced at the price tag, she frowned.

Nudging, you murmur “I’ll be over there…”

You walk up to the young woman and smile.

“Hello, do you like that necklace?” you greet.

She blinks in confusion and sighs.

“Yes, I do” she says in a voice as sweet as honey. “It’s just…expensive, is all. I’ll look for another one.”

From the pocket of your pants you pull out several dollar bills and hand them to her. She is frozen looking at the numbers. It’s enough to buy at least five necklaces here.

“Not anymore…”

“Why are you doing this?” she asks.

“Let’s say…I have more than enough. Least I can do.” You answer.

Walking back, you see Paul’s eyes grow wide and then he smiles. He wraps a hand around yours as you walk out. Glancing back, you can see the girl is slack jawed. Then she went and bought the becklace with a smile as big as her face.

As soon as he got home, with only a few packages of things, Paul flung himself on the bed.

“Ooof! I’m bloody exhausted!”

You lean over, smiling. His face has gotten a little red from the sun. Your hands creep over to his shoulders.

“Let me massage you sweetheart…I don’t want my… my husband to be in pain,” you insisted.

Paul grinned larger at the use of the word.

For the rest of the night, you went over piles of photographs Paul managed to take. His love of the camera made him keep it as close as if it was his baby. You both managed to find local places and take pictures. The cheesiest pictures one could manage. Smiling faces, wide arms, and mountains and beaches and buildings too beautiful to be real.

“I’d like to keep a few…” you say.

Paul looks up at you.

“Is that…is that possible, Y/N? They look through your things, y’know…” he warned.

You shrugged, looking at one picture you took of Paul smiling, squinting into the sunlight with a castle from long ago far behind him, poking out of the green hill. Then another one where you managed to travel out and visit another real palace with elaborate floors outside and pigeons flying by.

“I can manage. I have…have places in my home only I can enter. Royalty, y’know…”

Looking back, only your closest friends were in on this. Friends you knew would not tattle. Friends who could influence any nosy servants.

He leaned over on the bed, in a white shirt and long pajama pants. Placing a hand, he traced a strand of hair.

“You might be their duchess, but you’re me girl. Always.”

The next morning, both of you were napping, naked, and smiling in post-coital bliss. Unaware that it was already noon. And there was a newspaper with your brunch.

As you groaned, opening your eyes, you heard Paul nearly spit out his tea from the tray.

“Oof, too hot for you?” you teased.

He looked at you and turned the page.

There was a small, minor article. It shouldn’t have caused much attention. But it was about your parents. It mentioned them addressing rumors that you were running away with another man and may have been spotted in Spain- or someone who looked like you. They couldn’t tell who the man was, but it was not your betrothed.

“Oh shit.”

You toss the paper onto the sheets, looking at Paul with his face, white as the sheets.

“We’ll…we’ll just have to be careful…” you suggest. Leaning forward, you cup his face and he nods.

You both had to be too careful. You went to beach. The sun was bright and you tasted the salt in the wind, but you had to look around you. Everytime there was a stranger, you felt their eyes on you. Both of you picked a time when there would be less people, but it felt there were now invisible cameras somewhere.

Both of you waded in the water and laid around in a towel underneath an umbrella for shade. But even in the most relaxing moments, you couldn’t help but worry if eyes were staring. Paul opened a picnic basket and handed you a bowl of strawberries, but you wondered if even a nice snack would somehow make it’s way to tabloids.

The next few days, you were more careful. Going to less crowded places. On your penultimate day, you ignored the paper. Paul was still asleep. You glanced for any news. Once you saw a photo of your parents worried faces. “We are concerned for our daughter…”

You tossed it into the trash bin. You would deal with it later. You wanted to enjoy each minute while you had it.

You kept trying to sneak into sites with less people, odder hours. If not, you were at each other like rabbits in your hotel room. Savoring intimacy and feeling one while you still could, or lazing about in your pajamas-ordering food and watching the sea. Talking about everything and nothing.

Paul opened his eyes, lashes fluttering. You couldn’t’ help but smile at him. His lashes were long, curved naturally without any mascara. How could one man be so beautiful?

“What…what is it?”

“Nothing hubby…” you said quietly, kissing his forehead. “Let’s just…let’s just enjoy the day.”

Spain had the loveliest sunsets. You watched from your hotel and then walked at night. The stars were out and the ocean was calming. Both of you felt a breeze. Paul handed you his jacket. Even in the dark, you could make out quiet sniffling. Clutching his hand, you turned to the ocean to look up at it’s infinity underneath a night sky. You never let his hand go the rest of that night. You wanted this pretense to last long as it could until you could no more, when the plane landed and you were back home at the palace with photos of Spain snuck into the bottom of your suitcases. 

 Besides, there was a wedding next week. 

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Wizard of Oz Queen x pre-teen reader Chap. 1; Somewhere over the rainbow

*Author’s note*

And here it is guys my next MOVIE AU fic series. This time this fic based on the classic movie “The Wizard of Oz”. Now I realized something, I was copying and pasting what I wrote in my author’s notes on my Wattpad when I was mentioning this. I know I didn’t really ask you guys about casting choices for this fic, it was only on Wattpad but I think you guys are gonna love whom I’ve chosen to be each of the lovable Wizard of Oz characters that we all probably grew up with.

Warnings: Dog bites, mentions of putting down dog, bit of angst, Paul Prenter, but there is 70′s Queen fluff so expect that.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@simonedk​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queensdivas​

@queendeakyy​

@kairosfreddie​

@platawnic​

@geek-and-proud​

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The summer of 1975 would be a year I would never forget for as long as I live.  Not only did I see history come to life, but I also experienced something that almost seemed right out of my favorite movie, The Wizard of Oz.  But before I begin, I would like to tell you who I am.

My name is (Y/n) Gale and I live at Rockfield farm studios with my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.  My parents died in a car crash when I was just 4 years old, so my uncle Henry (my father’s eldest brother) took me in and he and Aunt Em became my parental figures.

The only thing my parents left behind was my fateful Welsh Corgi that I named Toto (yes I named him after the dog from the Wizrd of Oz, deal with it).  He’s literally the only thing I have left to remember my parents by and he’s always been there for me when I needed him.

I was 12 years old when the famed band Queen came to our home/farm to record their next big album.  And throughout that time I grew close to them, and like I mentioned before it was also the day that would change my life forever.

And so our story begins.

It was mid-July and I was running back towards the house with Toto at my side.  I had been asked by my uncle to go to the market to grab some food for the guys, however I was forced to go along with the band’s ‘manager’ Paul Prenter.

God that guy just really pisses me off.  He’s creepy, manipulative, and wicked.  Toto always sensed something off about him cause whenever he came around, Toto would bark and try to bite him.  This time he did manage to finally bite Paul on the leg after he snapped at me for not grabbing the right apples for Freddie.

After he bit him, I took Toto and ran right out of the store with Paul threatening to get the police involved.  We stopped just a few feet from the house and I knelt down to Toto and said.

“I think we lost him. He didn’t hurt you did he?” I checked him over and felt no bumps or cuts.  I hugged Toto close to me and sneered, “He tried to though. But we better go tell Aunt Em what happened. We can’t let the police get involved. C’mon Toto.”

We took off running the rest of the way home. I hopped over the fence that surrounded our home and raced down the hill with Toto running just ahead of me.

“Aunt Em! Aunt Em!” I soon came up to the farm to see my aunt and uncle near the old incubator counting the freshly hatched baby chicks. “Oh Aunt Em you won’t believe what happened at the market! Paul said……”

“(Y/n) please dear we’re trying to count.”

“But Aunt Em Paul said that he’s gonna get the police to take…..”

“Not now (Y/n)! This old incubator finally died out and we’re more than likely to lose all of our chicks.” Uncle Henry said to me sternly as he placed some of the chicks into his hat.

“Aww the poor little things.” I grabbed on chick and held it close to my face so that it wouldn’t die of pneumonia.  As Aunt Em placed some of the chicks in with their mother in a small chicken cage, I continued to tell them. “But at the market place Paul was yelling at me and Toto was just defending me! Now he’s gonna get the police to take Toto away! But like I told you he was just protecting me cause Paul was yelling at me for picking up the wrong apples that Freddie likes!”

“Now (Y/n) we’ll discuss this matter later. Right now go find that young lad who said he was an electrical engineer and ask him if he could have a look at this incubator.” Aunt Em told me.

“But……”

“No buts. Right now go!” she ushered me away before going back to the baby chicks.

“Yes Aunt Em.” I spoke solemnly before turning away from the farm and walked towards the studio building where I saw John Deacon before I left for the market.

As I walked along, I felt like something was following me.  I looked down to Toto who kept walking beside me before getting ahead of me.  Suddenly I was picked up and thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“And he finally takes her by surprise and hauls her over. The fierce hunter finally gaining the upper hand!” that soft, slightly raspy voice came from none other than Roger Taylor.  I could hear Toto’s frantic barking and he even hopped up and down.

“Roger put me down!” I laughed.

“Fine, fine. But first a little payback.” Suddenly I was spun around like a helicopter.  The two of us laughing and shrieking before I was finally tossed into the hay pile. “Victory and Vengeance is mine at last!” he then collapsed into the hay right beside me, the two of us laughing.

“You’re nuts Roger Taylor, you know that right?”

“And what’s wrong with that? Nuts are like your Aunt Em’s cookies it’s the nuts that makes things interesting.” He said as he hovered over me grinning.

“Yeah. Nuts, handsome but brainless.”

“Oi I resent that! I do have a brain! I got my degree in biology after all. So I’m more than just a handsome face.”

“I thought you were a dentist?”

“I was never a dentist and you know that. God I can’t believe Brian and John told you about that.” He said as he bopped my nose with a strand of hay.  I raised my hand up and took some hay out of his blonde hair and retorted.

“I’m glad they did, cause now I can brag to my friends about how the drummer of Queen could’ve been their dentist.” It was then Roger began to tickle me.

“Swear you won’t tell that to anyone and I’ll stop.” He threatened as he tickled my stomach.  I was kicking up hay until I finally gave in and told him I wouldn’t. With that he stopped and grinned down at me while I tried to regain my breath.

“You’re insane Roger.” He shrugged cheekily.

“But you love me for it.” He said as he bopped my nose again before laying down close to me again.

“Yeah I do.”

“So—do you want to tell me just why you looked upset earlier?” I looked down sadly towards Toto and finally sat up and said.

“Paul’s threatening to have the police take Toto away just because he bit him.”

“He did?” he shot up and looked down at Toto who looked at us with a soft wag of his stub tail. “Atta boy Toto!” he cheered. He patted his leg and Toto soon tried to make his way up the hair pile.  

But he sunk down into it due to his size so Rog quickly grabbed him and held him in the air.

“It’s about time someone gave that irritating, self-absorbed bastard a good bite ehh?” Toto barked and tried to lick Roger’s face.  Roger brought Toto close to his face and he then began to lick the blonde drummer’s face. Rog softly chuckled as he ruffled through Toto’s fur.

“But Paul said he’s gonna get the police to take him away. What if that really happens?” Rog turned to me and handed Toto back to me as he said.

“I wouldn’t worry about that prick. He’s all talk and no bite. He’s threatened me once or twice about having me being kicked out of the band cause of my constant groupies. But Fred and the others wouldn’t dare replace me.”

“They’d be crazy to.”

“Indeed. But—if by some miracle he’s serious, I’ve got your back. Okay?” I nodded as I stroked through Toto’s fur.

“Thanks Rog. Toto’s—he’s the only thing I have left of my parents. If he’s gone then so are their memories.” Roger brought me into a one armed hug and rested his chin on top of my head.

“I know love. I know.” We stayed there for a moment before I asked him.

“Rog? Is—Deacy still in the studio? I almost forgot that my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry want to talk to him about our broken incubator.”

“Yeah. He’s still working on that song of his. Still won’t tell us what it is but that’s how John is.” I slide off the haystack and set Toto down and told him to come with me. “Oh hey!” I turned around and Rog continued, “I forgot to mention Brian and Fred are in there. So if they’re arguing, you now have a heads up.” I nodded and Toto and I raced to the studio.

The first thing I heard were Brian and Freddie’s voices talking over one another.

“I think Brian dear, this guitar solo you have for my song is beautiful but it needs more…...more…..You know rock and roll feel.”

“Well you know I’m always up for that Fred.” I shook my head at the two of them and that’s when Toto went on ahead and met up with John who was sitting in the corner with a clipboard and a stack of papers around him.

Toto immediately hopped up onto his lap.  Ever since they came, Toto’s always been more driven towards John Deacon than any of the other guys.  It might be because of his quiet personality, or some kind of aurora about him that only Toto can tell but any chance he gets, Toto will always want to hop onto Deacy’s lap.

“Well it would seem we’ve got a surprise visitor.” John soon spoke up as he set his stuff aside and rubbed Toto’s head. Brian and Freddie soon turned towards me and Brian said.

“And another.”

“(Y/n) my darling don’t be shy, you know you can always welcome here.”

“Sorry guys I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“Oh nonsense dear come on in!” Freddie gestured with his hand gracefully.  I walked into the studio when Brian said.

“(Y/n) come here.” He gestured with a come hither of his index finger.  I walked right up to him and he immediately began going through my hair and removed a strand of straw in my hair. “How on earth did you get some much hay in your hair?” he asked as he kept going through my hair for more strands.

“Two words. Roger’s revenge.”

“Ahhh. Blondie got back at you from when you scared him into the chicken coop.” Freddie said.

“I tried to tell him that our hens were defensive over their chicks but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“That was rather funny seeing those hens chase after him. And that one that even got on top of his head.” Brian laughed.

“Yep that’s our Gloria. The most protective mama hen of them all.”

“Roger must’ve looked like a tramp to them. So Mama Hen’s gotta do when mama Hen’s gotta do.” Freddie spoke.

“That’s the natural instincts of a mother. I already know Veronica’s feeling that for our son.” John said as he kept petting Toto who was now lying across John’s lap.

“Here one last strand and then you’re free to go.” Brian told me.  This one was the most difficult one as it actually pulled against my hair.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“Sorry.” Finally the hay strand came out and he gently massaged my scalp to ease the tension. “There, all done.”

“Thanks Brian. Hey Deacy, my aunt and uncle are wondering if you could have a look at our old incubator. It broke down and they want to know if you could fix it.”

“Yeah, I can have a look at it. I can come back to this song later.” He stood up and folded it into his back pocket when Freddie spoke up.

“Deacy dear when can we see this new song you’re writing?”

“You’ll see it once it’s ready. And not until then.” Toto followed at John’s heel as the three of us now stepped outside and walked towards the farm.

“So what is your song about anyway?” I asked.

“Oh no I get enough baggage from Fred, don’t you start now.” He groaned with a playful grin.

“I’m not. I’m just asking out of curiosity.” He sighed and looked down.

“Even if I told you, I doubt the others would allow it to be on the album.”

“Why’s that?” we stopped and that’s when he took his lyric sheet out from his pocket and looked down at it before handing it to me. I took the papers in my hands and unfolded them and right across the top in large handwritten font was the phrase.

YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND (For Veronica and Robert)

“You’re my best friend?” I questioned.

“I know. Not the typical hard rock title song that a rock band would call a song. But I—I really wanted to write this song for Veronica. After……everything’s that’s happened with the sudden pregnancy, her parents utter disapproval of us having the baby before marriage. I really wanted her to have something happy for once in her life. Plus—she’s kept me grounded when the fame of rock and roll gets too much.”

“I think it’s a pretty song. I love the lyrics. I would probably listen to this song over and over again.”

“But it’s not really a song that a rock band would do. God I can already hear Roger’s complaints about this song. Especially with the line ‘I’m happy at home’. Sounds corny doesn’t it?”

“To some yeah, but I think it’s sweet. I mean I don’t know Veronica but the way you talk about her and your son it’s—it’s sweet Deacy. I think you should show this to Freddie and he’d back you up 100 percent.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so, right Toto?” Toto let out a couple of barks as he looked up at Deacy wagging his tail happily.  He smiled and ruffled both my head as well as Toto’s as he said.

“Thanks you two. At least I know two fans of this song already.” I smiled but it soon dropped as I saw what was coming up the trail of the house.

Riding up on the bicycle I had left behind was Paul Prenter and right behind him was the sheriff’s car.

“Oh no.” Deacy turned to see just what was going on and he muttered.

“Oh great now what did Roger do?”

“It’s not for Roger, it’s for Toto. He actually went through with it oh my god he went through it!” I panicked as I grabbed Toto.

“Hey, hey, hey poppet calm down.” Deacy assured me as he cupped my face in his hands. “Whatever happened we’ll fix it okay?”

“Will you?”

“We’ll do our best.” John assured me with a kiss to the center of my forehead as his thumbs stroked my cheeks.  Paul hopped off of my bike and the sheriff parked his car before stepping out.

“Right there officer. There’s the dog that bit me!” Paul proclaimed as he pointed at me.  Roger who soon came up to see what was going on stood right by my side as he said.

“Prenter how dare you call this sweet little girl an animal!”

“No Roger I meant the beast she’s holding!”

“Alright Mr. Prenter let me handle this.” Sheriff Hooper soon said as he came up to us.

“Officer whatever that man has told you it’s utterly false.” Roger demanded.

“Step aside son, the both of you. I just wish to speak with Ms. Gale and get her side of the story.” Sheriff Hooper said firmly.

“You can’t interrogate a minor. Not without her guardians present.” Deacy spoke up.

“Very well son. (Y/n) is your aunt or uncle home?”

“They should be inside the house by now.”

“Alright, let’s move this discussion inside.” Sheriff Hooper walked towards the house while Paul glared down at Toto and I but Roger and Deacy stood protectively in front of me.

“You got something smart to say, you say it to me first Prenter.” Roger sneered.  Paul didn’t speak a word as he slunked away behind Sheriff Hooper.

Inside my aunt, uncle, Paul, Sheriff Hooper, and myself and Toto were in the living room.  Sheriff Hooper told the band to stay out of the affair since it wasn’t any of their business.

“That dog is a menace to this household. I’ll forever feel unsafe until we take our leave unless that thing is taken away and destroyed!” Paul demanded.

“Destroyed? Toto! You can’t do that. Auntie Em, uncle Henry you wouldn’t allow that to happen will you?” I pleaded to both my aunt and racing up to my uncle as I held Toto in my arms.

“Of course we won’t sweetheart, will we Em?” Uncle Henry assured me.

“Oh please Aunt Em,” I raced back over to her chair and pleaded, “Toto didn’t know he was doing anything wrong. He was protecting me. I’m the one who should be punished cause I didn’t catch him in time. You can send me to bed without supper and have me do twice as many chores for the next week.”

“If you don’t allow Sheriff Hooper here to take that dog, I’ll threaten to have this whole studio be taken away from you! There’s a law that protects people against dogs that bite!” Paul threatened.

“How about if she keeps him tied up? He’s really gentle, around gentle people that is.” Aunt Em said.

“Well that’s for the Sheriff to decide.” We all turned to Sheriff Hooper who took a drag of his cigarette.  He exhaled a large puff of smoke and cleared his throat.

“Unfortunately with the evidence of a pretty severe bite I cannot let it slide. I’m afraid by law I will have to take the dog and have him be put to sleep.” He said grimly.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no they can’t do this! It was just one bite and it was in self-defense! Toto was just trying to protect me since Paul tried to hit me.

“Well we—we can’t go against the law (Y/n), I’m afraid poor Toto has to go.” Aunt Em said sadly.

“Now you’re seeing reason.” Paul said as he stood up.  Sheriff Hooper then took out combined leash and muzzle.

“I’ll have to put this on him so that he won’t attack anyone while I put him in my car.”

“No! No! I won’t let you! BACK OFF! YOU BOTH GO AWAY or….OR I’LL BITE YOU MYSELF!!!” I screamed out.

“(Y/n)!” Aunt Em scolded me.

“Paul Prenter you’re a wicked old witch! Please Aunt Em don’t let him take Toto!” I then felt Paul trying to reach over me trying to grab Toto.  I struggled as I pleaded, “DON’T LET HIM TAKE HIM!!”

“Take him Henry!” Aunt Em said gravely.

I watched helplessly as Uncle Henry took Toto out of my arms and held him while Sheriff Hooper put the muzzled lead on him. Toto whimpered and groaned as he swayed his head side to side due to the muzzle.  My uncle then handed Toto over to the Sheriff and he tipped his hat and said.

“I’m sorry. Good afternoon Gales.” With that Toto was gone.  Tears poured down my face as I quickly raced out of the living room and slammed my door shut.

I raced over to my bed and wept hysterically into my pillows.  How could they do this? Grown ups ruin everything! Why did they have to take the one thing that reminded me of my parents.  

I’ve forgotten what they look like, how they acted towards me, and all the memories I had with them cause I was too young to remember them.  The only thing I did remember was when they gave my Toto as a birthday present.

“(Y/n)?” I heard Freddie’s soft voice call out to me from my window.

“Please……I don’t wanna see anybody.” I whimpered.

“We’re so sorry (Y/n). If we could intervene we would but—” Brian said.  It was then we all heard Paul’s horrid voice call out.

“Freddie! Boys! We’re going to our next recording location. Pack up your things and let’s get going now!”

“Hold on we weren’t supposed to leave till three days from now!” Roger exclaimed.

“Plans change. Let’s leave. Pack up and get into the cars.” Great, as if things couldn’t get any worse I was now losing my new friends.  The only ones who really understood the situation I was in and stood at my side.

“Well—I guess this is an early goodbye dear.” I felt Fred’s hand gently stroke head.  I curled up into a ball refusing to even give the guys a final goodbye.

I heard a solemn sigh from the guys and soon all was quiet except for my sniffles and crying.

*3rd Person POV*

The boys packed up their stuff and packed them back into the cars.  Meanwhile Paul had given his last statement for the Sheriff against his dog bite. Roger turned and glared at Prenter and growled.

“You know Toto should’ve bitten him in the mouth, that would’ve shut him up.”

“Rog. Look I hate this as much as you do but the law is the law.” Brian said.

“Well the law is bollocks!”

“Darling I agree but Brian does have a point. A dog bite is serious. I mean if someone else’s cat came and attacked one of my darlings I’d damn well sue the owner’s for neglect. But Toto is a sweet dog, at least between the four of us.”

“I just feel bad about (Y/n). Toto was the last thing she had of her parents. With him being—you know….it’s like she’ll lose everything about them.” Roger spoke solemnly.

“She’ll be alright.” John said as he soon walked across the three of them and placed his bass guitar into the back of the car.

“And how do you know that?” questioned Brian.

“I just know.” Freddie raised a brow and could tell his little Deacy had done something very naughty.

“Alright boys. On we go to Ridge farm. There we’ll finish this album and deliver it to EMI.” Paul said as he got into the front seat of one of the cars.

Then each of the boys piled into the cars they came in and soon they as well as the Sheriff drove off.  When all was clear, peaking out from the grass was a now unmuzzled Toto.

Earlier while the Sheriff was with Paul, Deacy snuck up to the cruiser and unlocked the door and had freed Toto.  He removed the muzzle from him and told him to go hide and not to come out till everyone was gone.  Loving John as much as he loved (Y/n), Toto obeyed and now he was free to run right back to his master.  He let out a few barks before coming through her window and standing right at her side.

*My POV*

I heard a familiar bark coming from my window but I thought I was just imagining things.  That was until I felt a weight beside me and a lick at my fingers.  I looked up and gasped.  Toto was back!

“Oh Toto darling! Oh you came back! You came back!” I hugged and stroked through his fur, leaning my head against his. But then reality hit me.  I held him close to my chest as I said, “Sheriff Hooper could come back for you if he finds you gone. We’ve got to get away. We’ve got to run away!”

I quickly grabbed my suitcase and packed the first things that I touched.  My clothes, a picture of me and Aunt Em, a flashlight, and a shawl to keep warm.

Once I was packed up, Toto and I snuck out the window and we raced out of the farm and walked down the muddy road trail.

It felt like hours since we started walking. The once clear skies now grew dark and grey and the sun was long buried underneath the dark clouds.  Toto walked right at my side when we came across an abandoned car along the side of the road.

It looked freshly new but why would anyone want to abandon a car like this.  It looked in good shape and looked like it could still run.

“Hmm? Now why would someone want to abandon a car like this?” it’s nice black coat gleamed even through the cloudy weather.

That’s when a man around my uncle Henry’s age, maybe even slightly younger came walking back with a tank of gas in his hands.

“Ohh well. And here I thought I was going to be stranded all on my own.” He wore a nice black suit, had short dark brown hair, and green eyes.  He looked like a nice man with a good head on his shoulders.

“We didn’t mean to impose sir. We were just walking along the trail here.”

“Pretty young to be traveling alone aren’t you miss? I mean it’s none of my business, I just seem concerned for your safety.” He said as he came up to the car and set the gas tank down.

“I can look after myself.” I sassed.

“Oh I don’t doubt that. I’ve got a daughter around your age who acts just like you. God that child will give me an ulcer one of these days, but I love her just the same. Sorry, Jim Beach. Although one of my clients insist that I’d be called Miami.”

“Wait—would that client be named Freddie Mercury by any chance?”

“Indeed. You know of him?”

“He and the rest of Queen were staying at our farm for a while completing their album.”

“Ahhh so you must be one of the Gale’s we were told about who owned the farm studio.”

“Yes. I’m (Y/n) Gale.” I extended my hand and he took it as we shook hands.

“As I said earlier, Jim Beach. I’m the band’s lawyer. I only came by to check and see how the lads were doing. And to see if they hadn’t killed each other yet.” He muttered the last part to himself.

“They’re doing good. Well last I saw them. They left the farm earlier this afternoon.”

“Already? But we had them scheduled to stay at your family’s farm house for three more days.”

“That’s—a long story.” I said as I looked down at Toto.

“Hmm. Let me guess, Paul’s idea?”

“How’d you guess?”

“I’ve had my suspicions of Paul Prenter. He’s never really had Queen’s, especially Freddie’s, best interest at heart. But unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m not their manager. John Reid is.”

“Well—if I may say Mr. Beach I hope eventually you do end up managing them. You seem to really care about Queen.”

“They’re—a unique bunch. Chaotic and insane. You almost want to pull your hair out at times but……they know what they want and they work together for being 4 completely different people.” I nodded.

“Mr. Beach. Would it be alright with you if Toto and I came along with you to tour with Queen?”

“Umm……I don’t know. What would your parents think?” I looked down sadly.

“They—they died when I was 4 years old. The grownups that own the farm are my aunt and uncle.”

“Oh I’m—I’m sorry.” I shook my head telling him it was fine. “But if I may ask—why do you want to come along with me?”

“My aunt Em and Uncle Henry don’t really understand me anymore. They agreed to have Toto be taken away and be put to sleep all because Paul says he bit him. Ever since the guys came to the farm I’ve had more fun than I’ve had in years. Plus I’ve never been anywhere outside my farm or the nearby market. I want to see the world, go where Queen goes.”

Hearing the stories from the boys about all the places they’ve gone on tour from Japan, to America, all over Europe, and even Australia (even though they were booed off the stage) it’s still amazing to think they could freely travel around the world.

And I want to have that experience.  Travel the world, see new places, meet new people, and be with the people that really love and understand me.

“Hmm…..are you positive that’s what you want?” I nodded. “I mean, if it were up to the guys I’m sure they’d probably let you come but I…..oh nothing. You probably wouldn’t want to hear about it from an old man like me.”

“Hear what?”

“Well. I know that around these parts everyone knows everyone.”

“That’s right. Even though the closest house to our farm is miles away, everyone’s friendly to one another when we see each other.”

“Well. On my way back from the gas station, the clerk there had gotten a call from a frantic aunt who was calling about her niece running away.” I gasped.

“Me?”

“Well I didn’t hear a name but the clerk was very concerned for the frantic aunt. I think I even heard him asking her if she was okay. She might’ve sounded sick.”

“Sick?”

“Again I didn’t pay much attention but he did sound worry. But if that is true I really hope she’ll be okay.” What have I done? Could my running away really have made Aunt Em sick?

“Come on Toto we’ve got to go home right away!”

“But wait I thought you wanted to come along with me and the boys?”

“Oh no, no, no I’ve got to get home as soon as possible. Come on Toto!” we raced back up the trail and I exclaimed, “Goodbye Mr. Beach and thank you!”

*Jim Beach’s POV*

Worked like a charm.  I grabbed the tank and began filling my car up with gas when the wind suddenly started to pick up.  Leaves were blowing high up into the sky and the clouds grew even darker.  

I ceased my gas filling and quickly turned on the radio and heard along the weather station.

‘It would seem for the first time in over 30 years we’re seeing signs of a Tornado reaching from Monmouth to Bristol. Winds traveling at over 180mph. Please be advise to go into your storm cellars, keep away from the windows and stay out of the open fields.’

Oh god.  I quickly got back in the car and started up.  Oh that poor kid I hope she makes it home in time.  And if the boys are still on the road, hope they can get to a shelter in time.

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of right now || chapter three

Pairing: Film Producer!Tom x Fem!Reader

Series Description: You are an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life with a boyfriend who is in a coma.  And he is a successful producer looking for a promotion when he was relocated in Batanes (where you live).  His plans are a) make a show b) make it a hit c) get the promotion and d) go back to London. But things don’t go as expected, right?

Warning: Slight angst?, Fluff? and swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the plot nor Tom Holland. The plot along with some lines belongs to Everyday, I love you’s crew and it’s production. Tom Holland is also just a face and a name claim, I do not know him personally nor do I know his personality.

Author’s Note: Hope you like this one! Pls, tell me your thoughts and comments so that I can improve my writing. Thank you for reading!

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Chapter One - Chapter Two

"So, Y/N, huh?" Tom smirked, finally knowing your name. "Are you stalking me?"

"As if," You said, rolling your eyes.

"Well, taking unauthorized videos of me does qualify as stalking," Tom quipped, as a matter of fact, raising his eyebrows as a way to challenge you.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" You defended yourself, "You are just wherever I am."

"Well, I got there and here first, so you're the one following me!" Tom said, slowly raising his voice while your grandmas and Paul are in front of you watching the whole thing and shipping the two of you.

"Technically, I was born here and I was raised here. So you're the one who's following me!" You glared at him, not ready to back down.

"You're cute, you know that?" Tom said, smirking as to change the discussion as he noticed your face flushing.

"You're not."

"Spunky. I like that!"

"You're hunky."

You heard suppressed laughs by your grandmas and Paul but was shushed by your father as he notices your eyes calming down as confusion sets in.

"Thank you," Tom turned to them, winking in your direction as you stared at them, confused. It was clear that you didn't know the meaning of the word as realization sets in that it's, in fact, a compliment.

"I like your energy," Tom finally said, smirking and turning around to Paul. "Paul, she's the one. She's perfect for my show."

"No!" You said, yelling as your eyes widened and you started to finish this puzzle. You turned around and walk towards the back of the restaurant where the stairs lead up to your house upstairs. "I don't want to!"

"Y/N!" Tom followed after you. "All you have to do is ride your bike and go on an adventure around Batanes."

"She shouldn't even be allowed to ride that bike, anyways," Your dad said, following after everyone who followed Tom.

"Shush," Grandma Julie said, "Tom will take care of her. Right, Tom?"

"Yes, of course!" Tom said as you climbed up the stairs and was halfway to the door when he reached you.

"Just. Do the show," Tom said, grabbing your elbow making you turn around to face him. "If its ratings are high, I'm sure it will be exported to London,"

"No, my daughter's allergic in any urban places!" Your dad sharply says, crossing his arms. "You know-"

"Pa!" You said. cutting him off sharply before he can make things worse.

"No! I don't want to!" You yelled at his face. "I have a job and my life is stable okay? Leave me alone you jackass!" You turned and continued your descent but he somehow managed to get in front of you to block you from the door.

"Can you at least think about it?" Tom asks, desperately. He really needs that show so he can go back to London.

"Hmm?" You pulled a thinking face. After a while, "No!" You said shoving him and making your way to the door.

"Hey," He said, making his way in front of you again. "It's going to be fun, exciting, and interesting. Don't you want it?"

"No," You saw that it was pointless trying to get past him so you just turned the other way and go down the stairs. "Besides, how is a show about me going to be fun and exciting? I'm boring!"

"No, you are not," Tom said. How does he keep doing that? He keeps on getting in front of you. "To be brutally honest, I enjoyed watching you on the Marlboro Hills and how you entered the restaurant. You just- radiate this energy that makes everyone around you happy."

"Aww!" said the audience watching the two of you. It was Paul, Mama Esther, Mama Julie, and your dad. Your dad smiled a little in your way and nodded as if saying that it's your decision, and I respect that.

Truth be told, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you. Given that it was given by the person who just annoys you so much, that makes you want to punch him.

So, you did.

"Ow!" Tom said, clutching his left cheek. You saw that it turned red and it made you feel guilty, really guilty.

"That's for being an asshole. Besides, who would want to watch me?"

"I will!" Tom said, still as determined as ever, raising his right hand as his left was clutching his cheek that is turning purple. He looked back towards your family, "You too, right?"

"Yes!" They answered in chorus. Tom just smiled at you, anticipating your answer.

"I'm sorry," You said pushing back him and going to your bicycle. "But, I can't."

                                                        ooo

"Ooh! Look at him, Y/N, he's so handsome!" Your grandma Julie fawned over him while looking at the video you are editing tonight.

"La!" You said, scolding her. "I'm already taken."

"What?" Your grandma Julie said while smiling suggestively. She walked over to your window, taking a puff of her cigarette, and blowing. "It's as if he was sent from heaven."

"You mean, he was cast down?" You corrected her. She looked over at you and rolled her eyes. "Plus, need I remind you again, I'm already taken. You can have him."

"Plus, if Aidan's here--" You started adding.

"But, he's not," She said coming over to you. "He's sleeping. Being a vlogger is your dream, right? That's why you do it. Come on now, my child." She sat beside you pulling you into a side hug. Grandma Julie is one of the mother figures in your life and you love her to death.

"But, Mama Juls, if it weren't for me he wouldn't be in a coma," You said, looking at her sadly, still editing, before she stood up and went to your front.

"Y/N! Don't say that!" She said. "It's not your fault."

"Well, maybe, if I didn't insist to do what I want, maybe he'd still be here," You said, starting to tear up. You inhaled sharply, then exhaled. to push back the tears that are threatening to fall.

"So? That's it? You're giving up your dreams for the one you love?" You grandma Julie said, taking a seat on your window sill and smoked.

A tear fell from your eye, but you still continued editing the video. For Aidan, you kept repeating, continuing the vlog you're putting together.

"Julie!" You heard your grandma Esther, calling her sister. You quickly wiped your tears as your grandma Julie stood up and panicked where to put her cigarette.

"Where do I put this?" She kept pacing around.

"Oh, there, outside," You told her pointing outside. She threw it outside but in doing so, she knocked over your table lamp making it fall just as the door opened to reveal your Grandma Esther.

"Oof," you heard you grandma Julie say. You laughed a little, then went on to help her with the lamp.

"There you are, Julie!" Your grandma Esther exclaimed. "Hurry now, it's time to watch the show!"

Your grandma Julie quickly put on an act and a smile and said, "Gotta go now, see you, my child." Then she went on swaying her hips towards the door and going with your grandma Esther. "Goodnight."

They closed the door and you went back to editing, holding back a laugh when you remembered the lamp incident. After a while back, the video is done and you copied it into one of the blank discs you have lying around. You quickly closed your tabs and it revealed your desktop, showing this cute background image of you and Aidan goofing off in the beach. You smiled, sadly and turned off your laptop.

The next day, Tom's at this hotel he is staying at, eating his breakfast and talking to his grandma.

"Hi, grandson, how are you there?" His grandma asked him over the phone.

"I'm fine, Lavi," Tom said, smiling to the camera. "How are you there?"

"I'm fine too. How's the hotel?"

Tom looked around before answering, "It's actually really nice here."

"Well, that's good," she opined. "How is that biker thing going?"

"It's nothing," Tom said, dismissing that idea as it is pointless to fight for it.

"It isn’t nothing, my boy," His grandmother said, "I'd say it is love at first sight. Plus, the more you hate, the more you love."

"No, Lavi." Tom dismissed her. "It is not, love at first sight."

"Whatever to keep you dreaming, my boy," She said, already done with the conversation as she deemed it impossible to change his grandson's mind. "I got to go, but you have fun in there, my boy, alright?"

"Alright, Lavi," Tom said, chuckling. "I love youuuu!"

"I love you too," Tom heard her laugh a little. Only with his grandmother will Tom be soft. It's like this other side of him that he only shows to his grandmother.

Moments after dropping the call, Paul showed up in front of him.

"Surprise!" Paul said, grinning. Tom stood up and shook his hand.

"Paul? You're my station manager?" Tom asked in disbelief, Paul nodded, grinning.

"That, I am."

"Why don't I go to meet the rest of my team?" Tom suggested, always being concerned about the future.

"You know what? Nina is right. You're always on the go like a horse is chasing you," Paul sighed, "As you wish."

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"That's my team?" Tom asked in clear distaste as he saw his team that would be working with him for the first time. The team vibrates these really positive vibes but Tom was not having any of it. There was Jade, a short girl wearing a yellow blouse that seems to match her aura. Then there's Aira, a medium height girl with medium length hair that she seems so normal to Tom other than her abnormally large smile that seems to reach the roof. There's also Gary, the only person who seemed pretty normal to Tom. And last but not least, Popoy, who literally squealed at the sight of Tom. He's a chubby guy wearing a black shirt and a scarf that perfectly hints that he's gay. And the fact that he just whispered to Aira that Tom is really hot.

"Yes. That's the best I can do with our budget," Paul said, patting him on the back. His team's faces softened and they frowned. "But, they're really great at their job."

Tom just sighed and rubbed the place between his eyebrows before he finally looked up and said, "Alright, let's go!" His team scrambled all over the place taking a seat on the large round table.

"Any ideas?" Tom asked them, looking for a suggestion that can top the 'Basco Biker Girl'. All of them raised their hands, except for Paul and Tom. "Okay, Popoy, you go first."

"How about a show that features old houses of Basco?" Popoy said excitedly, pointing a finger to Tom. "We could go ghost hunting!" The girls squealed in agreement and Gary nodded.

"Okay? Aira?"

"Sir! How about we bring Big Brother here in Basco?" She suggested.

"But instead of the modern house kind of thing, we use those old ancestral houses," suggested Jade.

"100 days?" Tom said, "I can't do that!"

Upon his exclamation, his team members turned around and placed their fists under their chin, pulling a thinking face while Aira, shot a look to Paul. But, Paul just shook his head.

"Gary, how about you?" Tom said, Gary, straightened up and opened his mouth. "It better be good," Tom added and Gary sank into his seat.

"Sir! How about---"Aira started.

"You know what? Just stop," Tom said, his face starting to form a frown as no idea topped his 'Basco Biker Girl' one. To be honest, Tom is growing tired of all this brainstorming. "Paul, nothing's working."

"Maybe the reason why nothing's working is that you're already set in an idea," Paul mused.

"It seems the only great idea, so far. But she doesn't want it."

"Look, it's impossible if you forced it. You got to move on," Paul said, wisely.

As if on cue, someone knocked on the door and opened it. Turns it out, it's the building's receptionist.

"Sir Holland?" The receptionist asked. "There's someone looking for you outside."

Tom, confused, but still went outside. As it turns out, it's Mama Julie.

"Mama Julie!" Tom greeted her as she pulled him for a hug and made him sit down beside her. She opened her laptop and showed him a video. The video is some sort of auditioning video you made to audition for a local show in Batanes.

"Hi everyone, my name is Y/N, and I'm going to climb this tree," you said in the video, looking as enthusiastic as ever. Tom chuckled thinking that you're adorable.

"Huh! It's harder than I thought it is!" You exclaimed as you hugged the tree trying to make your way to a thick branch.

"You know? She did that video for an audition, "Mama Julie explained. "She really wanted to be an actress or someone in the film industry."

In the video, you finally reached the branch you wanted to sit on and started to say your farewell.

"In Basco, there are no goodbyes!" You exclaimed, happily as the camera zoomed into you sitting on that branch. "Instead, there are see you laters’!"

"So, see you later!" You finally ended the video.

Tom is left very surprised at how you climbed that tree. The video was embarrassing, sure, but it really showcased your positive vibes and enthusiasm. Something people who know Tom says.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Mama Julie said.

"Yeah, she's also good."

"I know," She said, frowning a little. "Just think about it, okay?"

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P - “Paracetamol” by Declan KcKenna

H - “Heart-Shaped Box” by Nirvana

B - “Black Mambo” by Glass Animals

L - “Lucky Girl” by Fazerdaze

A - “Are You Satisfied?” by MARINA

I - “Inbetween Days” by The Cure

N - “Not Too Bad” from Fun Home

E - “Electric Love” by BØRNS

C - “Cinnamon” by Palehound

H - “How Soon Is Now?” by The Smiths

A - “And So It Goes” by Billy Joel

R - “Run Boy Run” by Woodkid

L - “LA Devotee” by Panic! At The Disco

E - “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks

S - “Sex On Fire” by Kings of Leon

D - “Disorder” by Joy Division

A - “A Decade Under The Influence” by Taking Back sunday

V - “Vacation” by Florist

I - “In The Woods Somewhere” by Hozier

D - “Dust In The Wind” by Kansas

E - “Easy Target” by blink-182

A - “Allentown” by Billy Joel

R - “Rill Rill” by Sleigh Bells

L - “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by Joy Division

F - “Fluorescent Adolescent” by Arctic Monkeys

R - “Run” by Hozier

E - “Empty” by Kevin Abstract

D - “Daddy Issues” by The Neighbourhood

E - “Everything’s A Ceiling” by Death Cab for Cutie

R - “Rhode Island” by The Front Bottoms

I - “I Bet On Losing Dogs” by Mitski

C - “Cool And Refreshing” by Florist

K - “Karma Police” by Radiohead

G - “Gooey” by Glass Animals

E - “Expo ‘86″ by Death Cab for Cutie

R - “Red Eye” by Vance Joy

A - “All For Leyna” by Billy Joel

L - “Let’s Kill Tonight” by Panic! At The Disco

D - “D’you Have A Car?” by SWMRS

H - “Howlin’ For You” by The Black Keys

U - “Uprising” by Muse

B - “Be Nice To Me” by The Front Bottoms

E - “El Dorado” by Death Cab for Cutie

R - “Rasputin” by Boney M.

T - “This Year” by The Mountain Goats

I - “It Will Come Back” by Hozier

R - “Rosanna” by Toto

V - “Video Games” by Lana del Rey

I - “It’s Still Rock And Roll To Me” by Billy Joel

N - “Nina Cried Power” by Hozier

J - “Joanie” by The Front Bottoms

O - “Off To The Races” by Lana del Rey

H - “HELP” by The Front Bottoms

N - “New Slang” by The Shins

K - “Kin” by Kevin Abstract

E - “Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles

N - “Nobody Knows You (When You’re Down And Out)” by Leslie Odom, Jr.

N - “No. 1 Party Anthem” by Arctic Monkeys

E - “Eddie” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

T - “The Bitch Of Living” from Spring Awakening

H - “Humongous” by Declan McKenna

L - “Love Me” by The 1975

L - “Let It Be Me” by Ray LaMontagne

O - “Oh No!” by MARINA

Y - “Your Best American Girl” by Mitski

D -  “Drunk Kid Catholic” by Bright Eyes

M - “my boy” by Billie Eilish

A - “All Is Full of Love” by Death Cab for Cutie

R - “Radio Ga Ga” by Queen

T - “The World According To Chris” from Carrie: The Musical

I - “I Melt With You” by Modern English

N - “Nova Baby” by The Black Keys

N - “Normal Song” by Perfume Genius

E - “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” by The Police

R - “Right Hand Man” from Hamilton

O - “Ophelia” by The Lumineers

O - “Otherside” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

L - “Loveletting” by Sons of an Illustrious Father

I - “I Hope You’re Miserable” by Moose Blood

V - “Vampire Money” by My Chemical Romance

E - “Every Other Freckle” by alt-J

R - “Rose Tint My World” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

P - “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode

A - “Andy, You’re A Star” by The Killers

U - “Up On Melancholy Hill” by Gorillaz

L -  “Lipstick Covered Magnet” by The Front Bottoms

Q - “Queen” by Perfume Genius

U - “Uma Thurman” by Fall Out Boy

I - “I Got” by Young The Giant

N - “Non-Stop” from Hamilton

C - “Creep” by Radiohead

Y - “You’re My Home” by Billy Joel

R - “Rabbit Hole” by blink-182

A - “Anna Sun” by WAK THE MOON

N - “New York State Of Mind” by Billy Hoel

D - “Different Names For The Same Thing” by Death Cab for Cutie

O - “Our Love Is God” from Heathers

L - “last words” by isaac gracie

P - “Piano Man” by Billy Joel

H - “Harry Dean” by SWMRS

S - “Sweater Weather” by The Neighbourhood

H - “Hot Knifer” by Peach Pit

E - “Everlong - Acoustic” by Goo Fighters

R - “Rox In The Box” by The Decemberists

M - “Make Me Your Queen” by Decaln McKenna

A - “Africa” by Toto

N -  “Name” by The Goo Goo Dolls

T - “There Is A Light That Never Goes Out” by The Smiths

H - “Hero” by Family of the Year

O - “Online Songs” by blink-182

M - “Milk” by The 1975

A - “April, Come She Will” by Simon & Garfunkel

S -  “Shampain” by MARINA

U - “Under The Bridge” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

N - “Nervous” by Gavin James

C - “Cecily Smith” from Fly By Night

A - “After The Storm” by Mumford & Sons

S -  “Starring Role” by MARINA

V - “Valentine” by 5 Seconds of Summer

I - “Islands” by Young The Giant

C - “COPYCAT” by Billie Eilish

T - “Thank You For The Venom” by My Chemical Romance

O - “Old Friends” by Pinegrove

R - “Resonance” by Home

W - “Wolfman” by The Front Bottoms

I - “Iscariot” by WALK THE MOON

L - “Let The River Run” by Carly Simon

L - “Lose It” by SWMRS

I - “I Know A Place” by MUNA

A -  “Alexander Hamilton” from Hamilton

M - “Medicine” by Daughter

X - “XO” by Fall Out Boy

E - “Echo” by Kevin Abstract

R - “running on empty” by isaac gracie

X - “Xanadu” by Rush

E - “Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At The Disco

S -  “Step Out” by José González

Y - “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon

A - “Aaron Burr, Sir” from Hamilton

N - “Need” by Pinegrove

C - “Cemetery Drive” by My Chemical Romance

Y - “You May Be Right” by Billy Joel

Z - “Zombie” by The Cranberries

E - “Ease” by Troye Sivan

U - “Underdog” by Imagine Dragons

S -  “Sunspot” by Tula Vera

W - “Why Didn’t You Stop Me?” by Mitski

O - “Older Chests” by Damien Rice

L - “Laura Palmer” by Bastille

F - “Flashlight” by The Front Bottoms

E - “Every Night” by Imagine Dragons

S - “Sedona” by Houndmouth

C - “Cola” by Lana del Rey

H - “Hurricane Drunk” by Florence + The Machine

L - “Layla” by Eric Clapton

E - “Ease On Down the Road” from The Wiz

G - “Gold Dust Woman” by Fleetwood Mac

E - “East Coast Anthem” by Good Charlotte

L - “Lone Star” by The Front Bottoms

S - “South” by Hippo Campus

T - “Teen Idle” by MARINA

E - “Edelweiss” from The Sound Of Music

I - “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor

N - “NFWMB” by Hozier

H - “Hollaback Girl” by Gwen Stefani

A - “American Pie” by Don McLean 

U - “Unobstructed Views” by Death Cab for Cutie

S - “Signs” by Tula Vera

E - “El Condor Pasa (If I Could)” by Simon & Garfunkel

N - “Northen Downpour” by Panic! At The Disco

B - “Brand New City” by Mitski

E - “Empire (Let Them Sing)” by Bring Me The Horizon

R - “Right Red Hand” by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds

G - “Gum” by Moose Blood

E - “Enjoy The Silence” by Depeche Mode

R - “Red Solo Cup” by Tody Keith

D - “Downeaster Alexa” by Billy Joel

O - “One More Name In Nighlife” by Dane Terry

R - “Rock Show” by blink-182

F - “Fat Lip” by Sum 41

F - “Fuckmylife666″ by Against Me!

W - “West Coast” by Lana del Rey

E - “Enter Sandman” by Metallica

L - “Leningrad” by Billy Joel

C - “Criminal” by Fiona Apple

H - “Helena” by My Chemical Romance

E - ­”Escape (The Piña Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes

V - “Volcano” by Damien Rice

O - “O Children” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

R - “Runner” by Kevin Abstract

A - “All The Small Things” by blink-12

L - “Like Real People Do” by Hozier

T - “Teenage Kicks” by The Undertones

E - “Even Flow” by Pearl Jam

R - “Romeo” by Chairlift

N - “Novocaine” by Fall Out Boy

W - “When Did Your Heart Go Missing?” by Rooney

A - “Adam’s Song” by blink-182

R - “Round And Round” by Imagine Dragons

E - “Everybody Hurts” by R.E.M.

N - “Nicotine” by Panic! At The Disco

G - “Goodnight Saigon” by Billy Joel

E - “Everybody Have Fun Tonight” by Wang Chung

W - “White Cedar” by The Mountain Goats

I - “Icarus” by Bastille

S - “Sara Smile” by Hall & Oates

S - “Seventeen” by Peach Pit

E - “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees

N - “Nothing Left To Say / Rocks” by Imagine Dragons

H - “Holy Ghost” by BØRNS

A - “A Burning Hill” by Mitski

F - “Frozen Pines” by Lord Huron

T - “The Ghosts Of Beverly Drive” by Death Cab for Cutie

S - “Sun” by Sleeping At Last

C - “Cleopatra” by The Lumineers

H - “Heat Of The summer” by Young The Giant

A - “A Match Into Water” by Pierce The Veil

F - “Family Friend” by The Vaccines

E - “Everybody Wants To Rule The World” by Tears for Fears

R - “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons

S - “Somebody Else” by The 1975

W - “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd

E - “Everyday Is Like Sunday” by Morrissey

S - “silhouettes of you” by isaac gracie

S - “Stable Song” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - “Everything I Didn’t Say” by 5 Seconds of Summer

N - “No Room In Frame” by Death Cab for Cutie

S - “Scenes From An Italian Restaurant” by Billy Joel

C - “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd

H - “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley

A - “American Boyfriend” by Kevin Abstract

F - “Feel Good Inc.” by Gorillaz

E - “Everyone Is Gay” by Great Big World

W - “White Teeth Teens” by Lorde

A - “Arms Tonite” by Mother Mother

R - “Red Barchetta” by Rush

E - “Everything Now” by Arcade Fire

N - “No Sunlight” by Death Cab for Cutie

W - “we fell in love in october” by girl in red

O - “O Valencia!” by The Decemberists

H - “Hey Jude” by The Beatles

L - “Love On Top” by Beyonce

G - “Geyser” by Mitski

E - “Evil Woman” by Electric Light Orchestra

P - “Pressure” by Billy Joel

F - “Fixin’” by WALK THE MOON

L - “Locked Out” by Daddy Issues

E - “Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine)” by Death Cab for Cutie

G - “Ghost Of You” by 5 Seconds of Summer

E - “Echoes” by Pink Floyd

U - “Underneath The Sycamore” by Death Cab for Cutie

N - “Nine In The Afternoon” by Panic! At The Disco

D - “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence + The Machine

S - “Streetlife Serenader” by Billy Joel

O - “O My Heart” by Mother Mother

R - “Radio” by Lana del Rey

G - “Georgia” by Vance Joy

F - “Fool” by BØRNS

A - “Alone Together” by Fall Out Boy

L - “Lookalike” by Conan Gray

T - “The Love Club” by Lorde

I - “In Cold Blood” by alt-J

G - “Ghosting” by Mother Mother

K - “Kissing in Cars” by Pierce The Veil

E - “Easy To Love” by Billie Holiday

I - “Idle Town” by Conan Gray

T - ­”The Night We Met” by Lord Huron

B - “Baby Came Home” by The Neighbourhood

E - “Edgar Allan Poe” by Lou Reed

S - “Santeria” by Sublime

C - “Changing My Major” from Fun Home

H - “Human” by The Killers

U - “Underwater Bride” by Passenger

T - “terrified” by isaac gracie

Z - “Zanzibar” by Billy Joel

E - “Electric Avenue” by Eddy Grant

N - “Nara” by alt- J

V - “Very Few Dancers” by Sons of an Illustrious

O - “One Hundred Sleepless Nights” by Pierc The Veil

R - “Ride” by Lana del Rey

A - “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” by Cage The Elephant

N - “North American Ride” by Mallory Merk

G “ Gods & Monsters” by Lana del Rey

R - “Ready To Go (Out Of My Mind)” by Panic! At The Disco

E - “Electric Blue” by Icehouse

I - “I Can’t  Believe You’re In Love With Me” by Billie Holiday

F - “Farmer Refuted” from Hamilton

E - “Eleven” by Taking Back Sunday

N - “Norgaard” by The Vaccines

D - “Dancing In The Moonlight” by King Harvest

U - “Unbelievers” by Vampire Weekend

R - “Run Joey Run” by David Geddes

C - “Cupid” by Ryan Beatty

H­ - “Helpless” from Hamilton

I - “In The Heights” from In The Heights

H - “Hood” by Perfume Genius

R - “Rare” by Waterparks

R - “Riptide” by Vance Joy

A - “America” by Imagine Dragons

U - “Underground” by Adam Lambert

B - “Babylon” by 5 Seconds of Summer

G - “God In Jeans” by Ryan Beatty

I - “Inútil” from In The Heights

E - “Embraceable You” by Billie Holiday

R - “Ride Like The Wind” by Christopher Cross

I - “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers

G - “Greek God” by Conan Gray

F - “Freeze Your Brain” from Heathers

E - “Enth E Nd” by Linkin Park

I - “Imagine” by John Lennon

N - “Narcolepsy” by Third Eye Blind

D - “December, 1963 (Oh What A Night!)” by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

E - “Eva’s Final Broadcast” from Evita

W - “Washing Machine Heart” by Mitski

E - “Everybody Finds Out” by Fleetwood Mac

L - “Linger” by The Cranberries

C - “Caifornia” by Rufus Wainwright

H - “hollow crown” by isaac gracie

E - “Everybody Happy” by Queen

V - “Vienna” by Billy Joel

O - “Our Lawyers Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued” by Fall Out Boy

R - “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number” by Steely Dan

A - “A Lack Of Color” by Death Cab for Cutie

L - “Lolita” by Lana del Rey

T - “Take Me To Church” by Hozier

E - “Everybody’s Girl” by Rick Springfield

R - “Rock’n Me” by Steve Miller Band

N - “Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met…)” by Panic! At The Disco

Z - “Everything Happens To Me” by Billie Holiday

W - “What The Water Gave Me” by Florence + The Machine

O - “Over At The Frankenstein Place” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

L - “Landfill” by Daughter

F - “First Date” by blink-182

H - “Hayloft” by Mother Mother

U - “Underneath” by Adam Lambert

N - “Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks” by Panic! At The Disco

D - “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

E - “Ever Since New York” by Harry Styles

R - “Rich Girl” by Hall & Oates

T - “Tusk” by Fleetwood Mac

T - “Toothpaste Kisses” by The Maccabees

A - “A Movie Script Ending” by Death Cab for Cutie

U - “Until The Night Turns” by Lord Huron

S - “Smoke Two Joints” by Sublime

E - “Every Breath You Take” by The Police

N - “Number Of The Beast” by Iron Maiden

D - “Daniel In The Den” by Bastille

J - “Jolene” by Dolly Parton

A - “A Diamond And A Tether” by Death Cab for Cutie (LOOOOVE this song)

H - “Hazey” by Glass animals

R - “Remembering Sunday” by All Time Low

E - “Everytime I Close My Eyes” by The Backstreet Boys

S - “Swimming Pool” by The Front Bottoms

V - “Virgin Veins” by Coma Cinema

O - “One Of These Nights” by The Eagles

R - “Run To The Hills” by Iron Maiden

A - “Angela” by The Lumineers

N - “Not Today” by Twenty One Pilots

D - “Dear Theoosia” from Hamilton

I - “In Bloom” by Neck Deep

E - “Everytime I Look For You” by blink-182

E - “Evil” by Interpol

R - “Runnin’” by Adam Lambert

S - “Swear To God, The Devil Made Me Do It” by The Front Bottoms

C - “Coconut Skins” by Damien Rice

H - “Hiding With Boys” by Creeper

E - “Evil Eyes” by Styx

I - “Information Travels Faster” by Death Cab for Cutie

N - “Nirvana” by Adam Lambert

E - “Excuses” by Alanis Morissette

N - “Nice Guys Finish Last” by Green Day

V - “Visiting” by Pinegrove

O - “Old Scars/Future Hearts” by All Time Low

N - “Night People” by You Me At Six

D - “Dancing Queen” by ABBA

E - “Exit Music (For A Film)” by Radiohead

R - “Roll Away Your Stone” by Mumford & Sons

E - “Exquisite Dead Guy” by They Might Be Giants

R - “Redundant” by Green Day

S - “Silver Soul” by Beach House

T - “Tiny Vessels” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - “Extraordinary Girl” by Green Day

E - “Eye Of The Tiger” by Survivor

R - “Reject” by Green Day

D - “Dammit” by blink-182

E - “Earth” by Sleeping At Last

M  - “Make You Feel My Love” by Adele

E - “Elvira” by The Oak Ridge Boys

N - “Nettles” by Arctic Monkeys

S - “St. Walker” by Young The Giant

C - “Cruel World” by Lana del Rey

H - “Holding On To You” by Twenty One Pilots

D - “Delta Dawn” by Tanya Tucker

E - “Electric Chapel” by Lady Gaga

R - “Restless Heart Syndrome” by Green Day

R - “Reckless” by You Me At Six

A - “Anna Molly” by Incubus

U - “Uptight” by Green Day

M - “Miami 2017 (I’ve Seen The Light Go Out On Broadway” by Billy Joel

S - “Swimming Field” by Memory Tapes

C - “Cherry Wine” by Hozier

H - “Hell Above” by Pierce The Veil

I - “I Believe” from Book Of Mormon

F - “Feel It Still” by Portugal. The Man

F - “Flaws” by Bastille

G - “Gold” by Sir Sly

E - “Evil in the Night” by Adam Lambert

N - “No Buses” by Arctic Monkeys

A - “Ana Ng” by They Might Be Giants

C - “Can I Stay” by Ray LaMontagne

H - “How To Be A Heartbreaker” by MARINA

T - “Thank U” by Alanis Morissette

M - “My Body” by Young The Giant

I - “I Miss You” by blink-182

T - “Toxic” by Britney Spears

T - “Two Coffins” by Against Me!

U - “Unison” by Pinegrove

N - “No Shows” by Gerard Way

G­ - “Ghost” by Sir Sly

S - “Super Trouper” by ABBA

T - “Thinkin’ Bout You” by Frank Ocean

E - “Electricity” by Arctic Monkeys

I - “I Got You Babe” by Bahamas

N - ‘empty” by Ray LaMontagne“National Anthem” by Lana del Rey

U - “Up The Wolves” by The Mountain Goats

N - “Nothing To Lose” by Billy Talent

D­ - “Down By The Water” by The Decemberists

S - “still feel.” by half•alive

I - “I’m Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket by Pierce The Veil

E - “Evil Twin” by Arctic Monkeys

B - “Brazil” by Declan McKenna

E - “Ephemeral Artery” by Neon Indian

N­ - “No Plan” by Hozier

I - “Immortals” by Fall Out Boy

R - “Room To Breathe” by You Me At Six

I - “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons

D - “darkness of the day” by isaac gracie

I - “I Will Possess Your Heart” by Death Cab for Cutie

U - “Until I Am Whole” by The Mountain Goats

M - “Man” by BØRNS

E - “Empty” by Ray LaMontagne

L - “lovely (with Khalid)” by Billie Eilish

E - “Evergreen” by Cavetown

K - “Kelly Kapowski” by Moose Blood

T - “The Man” by The Killers

R - “Rock Is Dead” by Marilyn Manson

I - “I Do” by Kevin Abstract

S - “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac

C - “Coney Island” by Death Cab for Cutie

H - “Heaven’s Gate” by Fall Oout Boy

M - “Mind Over Matter” by Young The Giant

O - “Over The Sun” by Tinpan Alley

T - “The Answer” by George Salazar

O - “Orange Crush” by R.E.M.

R - “R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys

S - “Seventeen Again” by Eurythmics

G - “Guns and Ships” from Hamilton

E - “Everything Is Temporary (Sticks And Stones)” by Cavetown

B - “Bethlehem” by Declan McKenna

R - “Red Right Hand” by Arctic Monkeys

A - “American” by Lana del Rey

U - “Untitled V.2″ by Cavetown

C - “Californication” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

H - “Hang ‘Em High” by My Chemical Romance

L - “Lisa” by George Salazar

I - “Ingenue” by Death Cab for Cutie

C - “Clint Eastwood” by Gorillaz

H - “Homewrecker” by MARINA

T “that was then” by isaac gracie

A - “Always” by Panic! At The Disco

L - “Liability” by Lorde

S - “SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK” by Joji

S - “Satellite” by Guster

E - “Exhausted” by Chloe Moriondo

I - “Into The Cave We Wander” by Gerard Way

N - “Nobody” by Hozier

U - “UGH!” by The 1975

R­ - “Rust” by Clay Cages

S - “Smother” by Daughter

P - “Palisade” by Pinegrove

R - “Recycling” by Pinegrove

U - “Ultaviolence” by Lana del Rey

N - “No One’s Gonna Love You” by Band Of Horses

G - “Grace Kelly” by MIKA

V - “Ventura Highway” by America

O - “Out Of Control” by Hoobastank

N - “Not In That Way” by Sam Smith

K - “Kiss From A Rose” by Seal

R - “Rings” by Pinegrove

A - “American Idiot” by Green Day

F - “Funny You Should Ask” by The Front Bottoms

T - “This Is Why We Fight” by The Decemberists

G - “Geyser” by Mitski

E - 

S - “Snow (Hey Oh)” by Red Hot Chili Peppers

T - “the death of you & i” by isaac gracie

A - “Awkward Conversations” by The Front Bottoms

R - “Rut” by The Killers

T­ - “Tennessee” by P.S. Eliot

S - “Spaceman” by The Killers

E - 

I - “I Was A Kaleidoscope” by Death Cab for Cutie

N - “Narrow Your Eyes” by They Might Be Giants

L - “last words” by isaac gracie

A - “A Horse With No Name” by America

N - “New Friends” by Pinegrove

G - “Good Help (Is So Hard To Find)” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - 

F - “Flintridge” by Kevin Abstract

A - “Au Revoir (Adios)” by The Front Bottoms

H - “Heart To Hart” from 9 To 5

R - “Run And Tell That!” from Hairspray

T - “The Mighty Fall” by Fall Out Boy

H - “Hear Me” by Imagine Dragons

I - “I Was Once A Loyal Lover” by Death Cab for Cutie

N - “Nashville” by The Indigo Girls

Z - 

W - “Where Is My Mind?” by The Pixies

I - “Istanbul” by They Might Be Giants

S - “Satisfied” from Hamilton

C - “Cherry” by Moose Blood

H - “Hold On Till May” by Pierce The Veil

E - 

N - “Namesake” by Pinegrove

S - “Starry Starry Night” by Don McLean

T - “telescope” by isaac gracie

E - 

R - “Raining” by The Front Bottoms

N - “Nine To Five” from 9 to 5

A - “Aftershave Ocean” by The Vaccine

R - “Rhode Island” by Kevin Devine

T - “This Is What Makes Us Girls” by Lana del Rey

I - “I’m So Sorry” by Imagine Dragons

G­ - “Georgia” by Kevin Abstract

R - “Roses And Cigarettes” by Ray LaMontagne

A - “Aqualung” by Jethro Tull

U - “Under Presure” by Queen

M - “Modern Love” by David Bowie

A - “All Revved Up With Nowhere To Go” by Meat Loaf

U - “Undone - The Sweater Song” by Weezer

F - “Friendship” by Kevin Abstract

D - “Diet Mountain Dew” by Lana del Rey

E - 

R­ - “Road Trip” by Chloe Moriondo

S - “Sink My Ship” by Melacholily

U - “Unhappy Birthday” by The Smiths

C - “Cough Syrup” by Young The Giant

H - “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” by The Smiths

E - 

N - “Night Light” by The Mountain Goats

N - (Nice Dream) by Radiohead

A - “Another Night On Mars” by The Maine

C - “Carried Away” by Passion Pit

H - “Home Is A Fine” by Death Cab for Cutie

B - “Bruise” by Ryan Beatty

A - “Asleep” by The Smiths

R - “Radio Free Europe” by R.E.M.

S - “Stay Young, Go Dancing” by Death Cab for Cutie

C - “Corduroy Dreams” by Rex Orange County

H - “Ho Hey” by The Lumineers

A - “Alive” by Pearl Jam

F - “Fourth Of July” by Fall Out Boy

T - “The Other Woman” by Lana del Rey

D - “Dead!” by My Chemical Romance

E - 

R - “Rain” by MIKA

S - “Stay Together For The Kids” by blink-182

T - “Tattoo” by Kevin Abstract

E - 

R - “Rainbow” by Kesha

N - “Naked Sunday” by Stone Temple Pilots

W - “Waking The Witch” by Kate Bush

E - 

L - “Lost In The Light” by Bahamas

C - “California Dreamin’” by The Mamas and the Papas

H - “Heartlines” by Florence + The Machine

E - 

G - “Gone” by Tula Vera

E - 

H - “Homemade Dynamite” by Lorde

A - “Addict With A Pen” by Twenty One Pilots

B - “Blackbird” by The Beatles

T­ - “Tom Sawyer” by Rush

B - “Brothers On A Hotel Bed” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - 

W - “Whole Lotta Love” by Hozier

O - “One Song Glory” from Rent

H - “Heavy In Your Arms” by Florence + The Machine

N - “Need 2″ by Pinegrove

B - “Bridge Over Troubled Water” by Simon & Garfunkel

A - “Air Catcher” by Twenty One Pilots

R - “Rat A Tat” by Fall Out Boy

P - “Poacher’s Pride” by Nicole Dollanganger

L - “Lovesong” by The Cure

A - “A Loaded Smile” by Adam Lambert

N - “Narrow Escape” by Ray LaMontagne

E - 

T - “Technicolor Girls” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - 

N - “Natives” by blink-182

K - “Karma Chameleon” by Culture Club

R - “Re: Stacks” by Bon Iver

E - 

I - “Impossible Year” by Panic! At The Disco

S - “Shake It Out” by Florence + the Machine

E - 

D - “Dirty Summer” by Mother Falcon

R - “Read My Mind” by The Killers

E - 

H - “House Of Wolves” by My Chemical Romance

E - 

N - “Night Knuckles” by Cavetown

S - “St. Peter’s Cathedral” by Death Cab for Cutie

I - “I’m Going Home” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

C - “Chiquitita” by ABBA

H - “Hardest Of Hearts” by Florence + The Machine

U - “Unknown Brothe” by The Black Keys

N - “Nostalgia In My BedRoom” by Cavetown

D - “Disasterology” by Pierce The Veil

W - “What Sarah Said” by Death Cab for Cutie

O - “Outlaws Of Love” by Adam Lambert

H - “Hey There Delilah” by The Plain White T’s

I - “I Can Make You A Man” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

N­ - “Noise In My Head” by Cavetown

D - “Death Valley” by Fall Out Boy

E - 

R - “Rebel Rebel” by David Bowie

N - “Nature Boy” by Nat King Cole

E - 

U - “Until The Night” by Billy Joel

E - 

R - “Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secure” by Arctic Monkeys

A - “A Car, A Torch, A Death” by Twenty One Pilots

S - “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond

S - “Strawberry Blond” by Miski

E - 

V - “Vital Signs” by Rush

O - “Ode To Sleep” by Twenty One Pilots

N - “Naughty Girl” by Beyonce

V - “Victorious” by Panic! At The Disco

E - 

R - “Reckless Serenade” by Arctic Monkeys

S - “Summer Shandy” by The Front Bottoms

T - “The Drug In Me Is You” by Falling In Reverse

A - “Aftermath” by Adam Lambert

N - “Neal Cassady Drops Dead” by Morrissey

D - “Doors Unlocked And Open” by Death Cab for Cutie

I - “I Don’t Care” by Fall Out Boy

G - “Give ‘Em Hell, Kid” by My Chemical Romance

M - “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers

E - 

N - “Neon Gravestones” by Twenty One Pilots

S - “Smile Like You Mean It” by The Killers

C - “Come Together” by The Beatles

H - “Hold No Guns” by Death Cab for Cute

L - “Learning” by Perfume Genius

I - “I Don’t Love You” by My Chemical Romance

C - “Cloudbusting” by Kae Bush

H - “Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

K - “Kids In America” by Kim Wilde

E - 

I - “If U Seek Amy” by Britney Spears

T - “Tangled In The Great Escape” by Pierce The Veil

K - “King And Lionheart” by Of Monsters And Men

O - “One For The Road” by Arctic Monkeys

N - “Never Enough” by The Cure

N - “Never Going Back Again” by Fleetwood Mac

T - “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance

E­ - 

F - “Folkin’ Around” by Panic! At The Disco

O - “One Point Perspective” by Arctic Monkeys

R - “Red Tide” by Rush

T - “The Chain” by Fleetwood Mac

P - “Poor Boxer Shorts” by Mom Jeans.

F - “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance

L - “Lone Digger” by Caravan Palace

A - “Awake My Soul” by Mumford & Sons

N - “Never Let Me Go” by Florence + The Machine

Z - 

E - 

N - “Never Had No One Ever” by The Smiths

U - “Untouched” by The Veronicas

N - “Never Too Late” by three Days Grace

D - “Dance, Dance” by Fall Out Boy

S - “Seven Devils” by Florence + The Machine

I - “I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)” by Meat Load

C - “Crush Culture” by Conan Gray

H - “Hurricane” by Panic! At The Disco

E - 

R - “Red, Red Wine” by UB40

F - “Friction” by Imagine Dragons

R - “Red Sector A” by Rush

E - 

U - “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield

E - 

N - “Nobody” by Mitski

A - “All The Time” by Green Day

N - “Nobody Puts Baby In a Corner” by Fall Out Boy

L - "Loveryboy” by You Me At Six

E - 

B - “Burn” from Hamilton

E - 

N - “Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)” by My Chemical Romance

S - “Superposition” by Young The Giant

L - “Lies” by MARINA

A - “Are We The Waiting / St. Jimmy” by Green Day

N - “No One Does It Better” by You Me At Six

G - “Golden Days” by Panic! At The Disco

L - “Little Wanderer” by Death Cab for Cutie

I - “I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Mraz

C - “Candy Store” from Heathers

H - “Hum Hallelujah” by Fall Out Boy

F - “FROOT” by MARINA

R - “Reflektor” by Arcade Fire

E - 

U - “Up All Night” by blink-182

D - “Dammit Janet” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

E - 

U - “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel

N - “New American Classic” by Taking Back Sunday

D - “Death Of An Interior Decorator” by Death Cab for Cutie

R - Rehab” by Amy Winehouse

U - “Us And Them” by Pink Floyd

H - “Heaven Can Wait” by Meat Loaf

E - 

M - “Motorcycle” by The Front Bottoms

I - “I Have Friends In Holy Spaces” by Panic! At The Disco

T - “Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)” by Fall Out Boy

N - “New York Mining Disaster 1941 (Have You Seen My Wife, Mr. Jones)” by The Bee Gees

I - “I See Love” by Passenger

C - “Cough It Out” by The Front Bottoms

H - “House Of Memories” by Panic! At The Disco

T - “Talking Bird (Demo)” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - 

I - “Interlude” by Melancholily

N - “Nico And The Niners” by Twnety One Pilots

F - “Fade Away” by Susan Sundfør

U - “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon

R - “Religion” by Lana del Rey

C - “Cath…” by Death Cab for Cutie

H - “Hotel California” by The Eagles

T­ - “The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy

V - “Vegas Lights” by Panic! At The Disco

O - “Only Ones Who Know” by Arctic Monkeys

R - “Rent” from Rent

A - “American Eulogy: Mass Hysteria / Modern World” by Green Day

N - “New York, New York” by Frank Sinatra

G - “Ginger” by The Front Bottoms

R - “Reptilia” by The Strokes

E -  

I - “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” by Panic! At The Disco

F - “Frankie Sinatra” by The Avalanches

E - 

N - “Night And Day” by Frank Sinatra

V - “Valentine’s Day” by Linkin Park

O - “Old Yellow Bricks” by Arctic Monkeys

R - “reverie” by isaac gracie

A - “American Sports” by Arctic Monkeys

N - “New Perspective” by Panic! At The Disco

D - “DESTROYA” by My Chemical Romance

E - 

R - “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac

E - 

R - “Ribs” by Fleetwood Mac

I - “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)” by Hall & Oates

N - “Night at Lake Unknown” by Conor Oberst

T - “This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An arms Race” by Fall Out Boy

E - 

L - “Long Division” by Death Cab for Cutie

L - “Little Bribes” by Death Cab for Cutie

I - “Islands In The Stream” by Dolly Parton/Kenny Rogers

G - “Grapevine Fires” by Death Cab for Cutie

E - 

N - “Nirvana” by sam Smith

T - “The Sound Of Settling” by Death Cab for Cutie

G - “Golden” by Fall Out  Boy

E - 

S - “Someone To Watch Over Me” by Frank Sinatra

C - “Caraphernelia” by Pierce The Veil

H - “Heartache Tonight” by The Eagles

O - “Overtrown” by Pinegrove

P - “Plastic Flowers” by The Front Bottoms

F - “For Crying Out Loud” by Meat Loaf

S - “Sarah Smiles” by Panic! At The Discoo

V - “Venus” by Sleeping At Last

O - “Over My Head” by Fleetwood Mac

N - “No Cars Go” by Arcade Fire

H - “High Dive” by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I - “I Wanna Get Better” by Bleachers

N - “No Peace”by by Sam Smith

Z -  “Zeroes” by David Bowie

W - “We Looked Like Giants” by Death Cab for Cutie

I - “Isle Of Flightless Birds” by Twenty One Pilots

S - “Spooky” by Classic IV

C - “Cemetery Drive” by My Chemical Romance

H - “Hey Julie” by Fountains Of Wayne

E - 

N - “No you Girls” by Franz Ferdinand

S - “Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You” by Arctic Monkeys

T - “The Ghost Of You” by My Chemical Romance

E -

R - “Ring Of Fire” by Johnny Cash

N - “Northern Lights” by Death Cab for Cutie

A - “Anyways” by Arctic Monkeys

R - “Riot” by Three Days Grace

T - “The Secret Society” by Creeper

 I - “Imitation Of Life” by R.E.M.

G - “Girls / Girls / Boys” by Panic! At The Disco

R - “Rise” by Skillet

A - “A Happy Tune” by Melancholily

U - “Using” by Sorority Noise

M - “Maps” by The Front Bottoms

There are literally not enough songs in the known universe that begin with  ‘E’ or ‘Z’ to complete the name. I hate this man and his ridiculously long name, I hate this ask game, I hate you I hate myself. This took my three fucking days, I hate it.