#girl meets ski lodge 2

[gracieheartspedro]

Cool About It

joel miller x fem! reader

Description: after your first encounter, joel turns into an asshole every time you're around. when tommy makes you two go out on patrol together, it turns into a muddled mess. turns out, he didn't hate you at all, he just sucks at emotions.

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Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, post!outbreak joel, killing of infected (including a child), blood, some LIGHT gore, age gap (more specified in this part), very smutty, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, pet names, joel is still a menace to society and a jerk

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I came prepared for absolution if you'd only ask

So I take some offense when you say, "No regrets"

I remember it's impossible to pass your test

But I'm trying to forget about it

Feelin' like I'm breaking a sweat about it

Wishin' you would kindly get out of my head about it

Tellin' myself one day I'll forget about it

Knowin' that it probably isn't true

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Joel on more of your patrols. 

The patrols after your night together ended up being filled with unspoken sexual tension. You’d go home sexually frustrated and hungry for more, but you were never bold enough to make a move. And to be real, you weren’t sure if you should. He’d say something about keeping your shoulders straight when you shot, you’d say something stupid like “make me” and he’d spit back with, “I may just do that, girl.”

But it never went anywhere. 

Even if you tried to make a pass, he’d make an excuse or remind you that you two were strictly working at the moment. 

You once invited him over after a particularly long shift, wanting some relief from the ache between your thighs.

“Got things to get done at home,” He said, “Maybe another time.”

So after that week of patrols, you were suddenly never on his patrols again. You were put on the exact opposite shifts, actually. You had some sneaking suspicions that he asked Tommy to switch it up. He stopped looking at you during morning meetings and eventually you decided to drop the whole idea of him.

It still crossed your mind every time you saw him, though. How he felt on your lips. How his body felt connected with yours.

Your breathing would change every time you reminisced on your time together. He would consume your mind for brief periods and you couldn’t get away. You kept telling yourself that time would lessen the blow, but it never did. 

So you tried your best to forget. 

On one particularly chilly morning, you head to your scheduled time at the stables. You’d be going out with Jesse this time around. He was a newcomer, a real sweetie. Tommy wanted you to teach him all you knew about patrolling and securing certain areas. 

But when you arrive, you notice Tommy, Joel, and Jesse all standing around waiting. You hadn’t said much to Joel the last couple weeks, only a wave or a quiet mumbled hello. His back was turned to you, but you knew those shoulders and back all too well.

“Are we all going out this morning?” You question, adjusting your braid on your shoulder. Joel turns to you, not expecting your voice to come up behind him. His eyebrows furrow at your presence. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Tommy smiles, “You and Joel are gonna be going up to the ski lodge. Heard there’s a hoard or two out there, they need to be cleared.”

“I thought you said I was going with Jesse?” Joel speaks up a bit too quickly. Tommy’s words caught you off guard, so you just stand there waiting for him to respond to Joel, but it never comes.

You swallow, clearing your throat.

“No, I was supposed to go out with Jesse, actually.”

Jesse looks at everyone confused.

He was a cute kid. 20 years young, fresh faced, ready to take on anything. He had all this energy, something you wish you still had. Now you had a bad back, fucked knees, and a terrible sleeping schedule. You were only about 10 years older than him and you’re falling apart. 

“We can all just go together?” Jesse offers, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. You knew that’d be shot down quick, especially when it came to a newbie. If there’s infected, we never throw the new guys into the pits of hell. They’d never want to patrol again. 

Tommy shakes his head, “No, I want her and Joel to clear that area before I take you that route. They know it well. We are going to head towards the power plant. We have to bring back some supplies I have stored there.”

Joel’s eyes could laser Tommy in half at that moment. He was pissed and completely blindsided.

You surrendered to the idea, too tired to argue and fight about something so stupid. You also didn’t question their orders, simply because they knew better than you. You wanted to make sure Jackson was safe, just like everyone else.

You gesture Jesse to give the brothers some time alone, motioning towards the horses. You’d at least make sure the horses were ready for his trip out with Tommy. He grabs the reins of two horses, walking them outside towards the front gate. You grab the other two horses, doing the same thing. 

He took notice to your tired eyes, “You okay going out today? You look tired.”

“Wow, Jesse,” You laugh, “I thought I looked great this morning when I woke up.”

He instantly starts to backpedal, not picking up your joke. You shake your head, trying to talk over all his apologies. 

“I’m just messin’ Jesse. I am tired, but I’ll be okay, don’t you worry.”

He smiles, nudging your shoulder a bit. 

“You just gave me a heart attack,” He chuckles, “You sure though? Even with Joel?”

You glance over at the Millers, watching them argue about whatever Joel was truly mad about. You knew in your head it was because he didn’t want to be around you. The feeling was becoming mutual. You never wanted to make anything awkward or difficult, but you guess that’s exactly what you did. 

You just shrug. Jesse takes that as your response, grabbing the reins of your horse and handing them over to you. 

“You stay safe out there,” He says, “Don’t let him get under your skin.”

You couldn’t help but snicker, “No need to worry about that, dude.”

–

Oh, but was he getting under your skin. 

You initially just nod at every direction he makes at you, remembering that it was like this before anyway. But then he starts to undermine every suggestion you made. 

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“We will be back before sundown, you know that. Don’t be dumb about it.”

“Stoppin’ would be dumb as hell. You can wait.”

You had been begging for 30 minutes to stop and pee. He was not giving in to anything you’d say. After awhile, you could not hold it anymore. You pull your horse to the side of the trail, not even saying anything to him. You dismount the horse, holding the reins for a moment before you hang them on a branch nearby. 

“What are you doin’?” He spits, noticing you off your horse. You come around the horse, giving him a deadly glare. You grab your pack, finding some cloths you bring on your patrols so you can wipe and throw away. 

“I have to fuckin’ pee, Joel. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Get back on your horse,” He demands, his posture getting more stiff. 

You shake your head, unbuttoning your jeans and turning back to a private area behind a tree. You remember the moments before kissing Joel for the first time. Him telling you how great your ass looked in your jeans. You grimace. 

You tug down your pants and squat. 

You relieve yourself, quickly using your cloth to wipe when you finish. You toss it behind you, standing up in your spot and turning around to head back to your horse. 

You realize Joel is off his horse, bounding towards you. He grabs your arm, pulling you to face him. 

“Why don’t you fuckin’ listen?” He says through gritted teeth. 

It took everything in you not to fucking snap. You wanted to pull away and scream and yell and throw something at him. But instead your heart just started racing at the contact his hand made with your skin and you physically couldn’t do anything. 

He realizes you’re caught off guard. He didn’t grab you hard, just enough shake you a bit to get your attention on him and only him. His facial expression changes as he drops your arm, stepping back a couple of paces. It’s like he realized he was being a bit too aggressive. Maybe it was your expression that brought him back down from whatever pedestal he thought he was on. 

“Don’t touch me,” Is all you could think to say. He wasn’t even touching you anymore but you still felt him all over you. 

He just nods. 

You look down at yourself, realizing your pants are still unbuttoned. You look back up at Joel who’s staring at your panties peaking through your unzipped jeans. His eyes travel back up to yours. You decide to slowly button them back up. 

You don’t hear what he says when he peels his eyes away and walks back to his horse. Probably some asshole comment that was better said under his breath.

You both get back on your horses and continue to the ski lodge in silence. Before you scale the one side of the mountain, you hear something. 

You keep your eyes peeled for infected. You are almost positive that’s what you’re hearing so you whistle to catch Joel’s attention. You nod to your left, which is the direction you hear the familiar clicking. You grab your rifle from your side saddle, gesturing to Joel to do the same.

You always get this rush when you have to kill infected. It’s not a good rush at all, it’s pure adrenaline. 

You dismount again, making sure your horse is tied to a nearby tree. Joel is close behind you as you creep forward towards the noise. The woods are dense with trees but there is also a ton of rock formations that were usually excellent cover.

The clicking gets louder and so does the sound of your heartbeat. 

“There,” Joel whispers, gesturing towards a rock. You kneel, creeping up the formation and looking down. There you see not one, not two, but three clickers wondering around a dead deer. It was torn to shreds, blood everywhere. You weren’t bothered by blood at all, it was just the sick smell of decay that got you a bit queasy. You draw your gun up, aiming it towards the clicker closest to you. 

“On three,” You murmur to Joel. You knew that you’d had to shoot two at the same time to give you enough time to kill the third with a quick reload. 

Joel just nods, drawing his gun up. 

“One,” Breath in, “Two,” Hold, “Three” Breath out.

The sounds of guns sent the clicking sounds to an all time high. Your ears are ringing, but you instinctively cock your gun, releasing one shell. 

You aim, firing your weapon at the third and final clicker. You hear Joel yell something, but your ears are still ringing. 

Then it hits you. 

“Three more!” 

Every time you’re in a fight or flight situation, you always fight. Old you would run. 

You bring your weapon up, noticing Joel’s new position on the boulder. He’s aiming and firing at some infected down hill who are quickly running at you two. 

You refocus in searching the area behind you. The last thing you needed was a sneak attack from a stalker. One enters your eye line and you fire. You keep count of how many bullets you have. Three down, four more left. 

“Got two on your right!” 

You hear Joel’s directions, drawing your weapon up and shooting another stalker between the eyes. The last one was a child, which was always the hardest. You knew that there was no choice, so you pull the trigger, which sent the child flying backwards. You wince a bit, seeing that this was probably just a family who got caught in the wrong situation. You killed all of them in less than a minute. Life wasted. 

Silence fills the air, your ears still ringing from endless gunfire. You turn back to Joel who’s breathing heavily and holstering his gun. 

You never had to question Joel’s abilities, which made him an excellent patrol partner. He knew exactly how to react in high risk situations. 

He made you feel safe. 

“Looks like we found one of the hoards Tommy was talking about,” He says, walking up to you, “Lets hope it’s just the one.”

“Glad it was you with me and not Jesse,” You say, relaxing your arm. 

“That kid would be dead by now.”

-

When you’re less than a mile from your stop, you notice some storm clouds taking over the beautiful summer sky. The air starts to change. The wind begins to pick up, blowing your braid back and tickling your bare neck. The air smells like rainwater, sweet and pungent. 

You use the silence to think about how simple life use to be. You reminisce about your childhood that was cut too short. You were a young adult when the infection started so you hadn’t been able to get married or settle down with a family. Everything was ripped away from you so prematurely and deep down, you crave that simplicity. Get married, have children, die of old age. 

If only you could’ve lived in a world where you didn’t have to kill a child because some random ass fungus took over their humanity.  

“We are almost there,” Joel says finally, pulling you out of your thoughts, “We may have to ride out the storm.”

You just nod even though he can’t see you. 

The ski lodge was actually very beautiful. It was one of two that was used as a safe house for patrols, this one being your personal favorite. You had been there with Tommy once and he gave you the grand tour. It was reasonably clean for being so old, stocked full of canned items, and had very comfy beds. 

You start to bring your horses to the covered back porch when it starts to rain. You grab all your gear, slinging it over your shoulder. Joel jingles a key out of his pocket, racing to the sliding glass doors. He unlocks the door, ripping it open as soon as the rain picks up. You both make it in the quiet lodge, setting your belongings on the kitchen counter. 

“I’m going to get the lanterns up and running,” You mumble, heading towards the living room where all the lanterns were scattered about. Joel locks the sliding glass door, before he starts rummaging through his bag. 

You turn on as many lanterns as you can, lighting up the room with warm glow. 

You find your way onto one of the couches, kicking your boots off. 

“Want me to start a fire? We may have to hang out the rest of the night if that storm don’t let up,” Joel questions, sliding his jacket off his shoulders. 

You shrug, “Don’t matter.”

He starts to pile up some wood as you find an apple in your bag. You watch him slowly pace back and forth from the wood pile to the huge stone fireplace. You watch his back muscles flex when he picks up a piece of wood. You were using him as a distraction to get you away from those dark thoughts from earlier. 

You bite into your apple. 

“You bring anythin’ for me?”

Is he fucking with you?

“There’s canned peaches in the cabinets.”

He laughs, lighting the wood with a match. You watch the fire build and build as he messes with the wood. He was squatting, his shirt riding up a bit. Even his lower back was eye catching. 

“You don’t wanna share?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sharin’ anything with you.”

He turns back to you with a smirk playing on his lips, “Not even a better look at those panties you’re wearing?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, sweetheart.”

You did hear him, of course, but were in denial of the actual intentions behind the words. He creeps closer, finding a spot on the couch next to you. You take another bite of your apple, staring at him with curiosity. 

Was he being serious?

You contemplate your options. Do you play into the game? Do you resist and possibly regret it later? He was such an asshole earlier. But then again, he always is. He was before you slept with him. So was that a valid excuse to not play into the game?

You remember the ache between your legs last night after reading a smutty romance novel. You imagined the characters as you and Joel, yet you never wanted to admit it. You knew that you wanted this, but resisting to give him a taste of his own medicine would be satisfying, too.

“Ya know,” He ponders, leaning over to meet your eyes, “I still have your other pair you left at my house.”

You remember the slight panic you felt the morning after when you couldn’t find them. You knew damn well he’d find them somewhere, but you didn’t think he’d keep them. 

“Didn’t even know I left them,” You lie, your eyes averting away from him. 

You were a horrible liar. 

“You’re pretty cute when you lie, sweetheart,” He grabs your chin, tilting your face back to his, “You left them on purpose. Thought you’d use that as an excuse to come crawling back to me.”

He was being smug, you knew that. For some reason, you don’t cave immediately even though the conversation was making you tingle.

“Crawling back to you? Why would I do that?” You question, “When I have all these other guys who will gladly take up my offers.”

He smiles smugly, “Hm, that doesn’t seem very like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem like the type of girl to whore yourself out to a bunch of assholes.��

His finger traces your lower lip, catching it and pulling down. You don’t pull away, soaking up the intense tension in the air. 

“You don’t know me, Joel Miller.”

He just stares at your mouth, “I know enough.”

You want to lean in further, push your lips on his and finally surrender to him. But you hold on for a few more seconds. You’re practically quivering under his touch, wanting nothing more to just cut the shit and jump on top of him.

“You told me not to touch you earlier,” he mumbles, “But here you are just fumblin’ over yourself every time I touch ‘ya.”

“Will you just shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

His touch becomes rougher, his one arm pulling you into his lap, the other hand grabbing your face roughly. 

“You start talkin’ like that you get nothin’,” his breathing fans your face, blowing your baby hairs away from your forehead, “Be a good girl like before.”

You squirm a bit, trying to lift your head in defiance. It doesn’t work, he has a good grip on you. His eyes are dark as he adjusts you so you are practically mounted on his lap. He releases your face bringing his hand down to your neck. He pulls you down to his lips, connecting them feverishly. 

You couldn’t help yourself. You melt into him, your hands wrapping around his neck before sliding them down his chest. His hips are practically rutting into yours. You grind down, moaning out at the contact. You knew that being disobedient wouldn’t get you anywhere, so to get what you want, you knew you’d have to play into his dominance. 

He smiles into the kiss, knowing you have been waiting for this moment. 

You pull away, pulling your shirt off. He’s looking at you like you’re his next meal. You kind of are. 

“Missed these tits,” He says his hands resting on your ribcage, right under your bare breasts, “Best ones I’ve ever seen.”

“Joel,” You groan, fumbling for the button on your pants, “Need you. Bad.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know baby.”

He fondles you for a second before latching his lips around your left nipple. His tongue swirls around it before he slightly bites it. You arch your back, wanting more from him but he just pulls away. You roll off his lap, tugging your pants down, including your underwear. 

“Ah,” He’s not even paying attention to you butt naked all spread for him, instead he’s leaning down to your pile of clothes. He grabs your panties, holding them up, “Baby pink. You fuckin’ tease.”

“Joel,” You whine, nudging him with your foot, “Enough about my underwear.”

He runs his hands up your leg before standing up and discarding his own shirt and pants. He leaves his briefs on, his cock tenting the gray fabric. 

“So eager,” he mocks, “What do you want from me, baby girl? Hm?”

You smile at the million of thoughts running through your head. But you settle for words that you know will drive him wild. 

“Do whatever you want to me, Joel.”

He pulls you to the edge of the couch. He’s on his knees like he’s about to pray at the altar to whatever God may exist. Instead, he’s between your legs, speckling your thighs with scratchy kisses. His salt and pepper hair is messy, his sunkissed bare arms highlighted with some freckles. You never noticed them before. 

“‘M gonna need your mouth,” He mumbles, raising his fingers to your mouth. You grab his wrist with your hands, lifting his fingers to your lips. You suck on every one, releasing each one with a pop. He watches you with his lips slightly agape, almost hypnotized by the action. 

He uses his newly wet fingers to trace your slit before he uses his pointer and middle finger to spread your lips. He’s playing with you, making you writhe underneath his touch. You lift your hips a bit, which causes him to lay his free arm across your lower stomach. 

“Patience, sweetheart,” He gives your pussy one lick, “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

He’s good on his word. 

He dives into you like a ravenous animal. His tongue hitting every desperate spot within you. You were taken to the same state of mind when he first ate you out. You had no words, just moans of pleasure. 

He uses his fingers to toy with your opening, sticking two fingers in initially before he becomes too eager to see you fall apart. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit, suckling and moaning around it. You knew from before that he liked all eyes on him. You watch him as the vibrations mixed with him finger fucking you sends you into your first eye rolling orgasm. 

You don’t think you’ve ever cum so fast in your life. It’s a release you’ve been yearning months for, making it even sweeter. 

He pulls away, giving your pussy a little slap. It makes you yell out. 

“Came without permission, but that’s okay,” He licks his fingers, “You have a couple more in you.  You just gotta beg extra for ‘em.” 

He was a menace. 

You just nod, not able to communicate your actual feelings on him denying you the simple pleasure of cumming all over him. The idea of having to hold back made you a bit eager to see how far you could take it, though. 

“Need your mouth now,” He tugs off his underwear, kicking them across the room. You don’t know how, but it almost looks bigger. Maybe it’s the swollen red tip that makes you overawe over it. 

“Would you like me on my knees, sir?”

He leers at you, “What a good girl, being so polite… Yes, baby girl, get on your knees in front of me. I wanna see those eyes.”

You crawl off the couch, getting in between his legs. His cock is laying on his lower tummy, just waiting for you. You aren’t super into sucking dick, but this was Joel’s. You know that you had to give it your all. You wanted to give it your all. 

You grab ahold of the base of his cock, keeping your eyes on him as you slowly open your lips to take him. Once your hot mouth touches the tip, he hisses in satisfaction. 

“Mhm,” He groans, “Take all of it, baby.” 

You’re not sure if you can, but you are going to do your very best. 

You relax your throat as much as you can, slowly inching his cock down your throat. You’re halfway around it when it hits your gag reflex. You pull back, still keeping his cock wrapped around your lips. You sit up, jerking the base of his cock as you slurp up as much as you can. 

“You got it baby,” He encourages, “Relax and take it slow.”

Whenever Joel praises you, you can’t help but let it get to your head. 

You take a deep breath in as you take more of him in. Widening your jaw more, you finally get him completely engulfed in your mouth. He twitches inside, which sends a jolt of pleasure to your core. You let him take control, raising his hips a bit to fuck your mouth. He has a hold of your braid, which only adds to the experience. You’ve never had your hair pulled before, but you’re beginning to love the sensation. He’s a moaning mess, chanting your name like a prayer. Your saliva is all over his lower tummy by the time he pulls your mouth away from his cock. 

“Gonna make me cum like that if you keep goin’,” He states, pulling you up to his lips. He kisses you, all tongue and teeth, “Let me fuck that pussy, yeah?”

You whimper, “Yes, please.”

“Such a good girl.”

He pulls you up into his lap while you slowly position yourself above him. You loved riding him before and with how sensitive and riled up you were now, you were prepared to ride his cock like it’s the last thing you’d ever do. 

He focused his attention on rubbing his cock head between your pussy lips. You bite your lip as soon as he pushes slowly into your entrance. You groan, letting the sweet stretch take ahold of you.

“Atta’ girl,” Joel sighs, “Take all of me in that tight little pussy.”

You gasp as soon as he raises your hips a bit, repositioning how his cock sits inside you. His hand rests on your pelvic bone, pulling you forward. You realize he’s guiding you, helping you grind back and forth on his dick. Every roll of your hips pushes a moan out your throat, making Joel stare up at you with satisfaction. He removes his hands from your hips, bringing his right hand to your throat. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, baby girl,” He lets out a wanton moan, while your stomach feels like it’s reaching a boiling point. He realizes how tense your getting so he reaches down with his spare hand, putting more pressure on your clit. “This is my pussy.”

“Mhm.”

“Say it. Say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Joel.”

“That’s fuckin’ right, baby girl. All mine.”

“Joel, please,” You cry, “I need to cum.”

“No,” He spits, “You don’t cum until I tell you.”

You clench, trying to resist the release. He notices you slowing down, so he stops choking you. Instead of letting you have a moment to recoup, he grabs your waist again, raising it slightly so he could raise his hips to pound into you. With his fingers still pressing on your bud, he chooses a bruising pace. You are practically screaming, the release imminent.

“Please, please,” You beg, “Joel, I need to.”

He doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, “You keep beggin’, baby girl. I’ll tell you when.”

“Fuck, fuck,” You can’t stop yourself, the vibration from your incoming orgasm taking over your body, “Please Joel!”

“Cum,” He grits his teeth, “Cum all over this cock, baby girl.”

You have never had an orgasm take over every fiber of your being like it. You throw your head back, yelling Joel’s into the silence of the house. His pace slows down, as your cum soaks his lower half. 

“Oh my god,” You groan, not knowing how to formulate a full sentence yet. You were still seeing stars in your vision, as you try to refocus on Joel. 

“Holy shit,” He pulls out of you, “You okay?”

You just nod, your head falling forward. Your braid falls over your chest in between your breasts. Joel grabs the end of it, toying with it for a moment while you catch your breath.

“I’ll give you a minute,” He picks you up off him, laying you onto the cushion next to him. You grab his hand as he tries to pull away. 

“I don’t need one,” You were still spent from the first two orgasms, it was written all over your face. Joel just chuckles, positioning himself over your body. He cages you in, tilting your face so you make eye contact. 

“You ready for me already?”

“Need you.”

He uses his leg to part your thighs, settling between you again. He was still hard, his cock nudging your swollen wet opening.

“I want your eyes on me,” He commands. 

“Yes, sir.”

He pushes into you again, your mouth parting in a gasp at how sensitive you were. 

He smiles at your reaction while he settles into a steady pace. You try to focus on him, watching his facial expressions as he dives into you over and over again. 

Joel had to be sculpted by whatever God created him. Every part of him was angular, his cheekbones quite high. His nose was just about perfect, especially from the side. His side profile was everything.

You truly didn’t think he looked his age. The only thing that kind of gave him away was the grays speckled through his dark hair. Other than that, the guy was a sex god. 

You are too busy to admiring him, you don’t even realize how close he is. He’s gripping onto your hips, probably bruising them with how tightly he’s holding them. The way his dick twitches inside you, sends that familiar rush back into your body. 

He’s not breaking eye contact. You smirk while he groans pushing harder into you. 

“You better cum inside me,” You murmur, “Want you to fill me up.”

“God,” He cries, “So fucking flithy.”

And he loved that about you. 

He releases into you with a loud sigh. You don’t teeter over that edge until he pulls out of you, looking to see his work. 

He uses his two fingers, pushing them inside you, then back out. He rubs his cum onto your clit, slapping it a couple times. When you jolt in pleasure, he smiles knowingly. 

“One more time?”

He positions himself between your legs again. He’s fingering you so lazily but it’s still enough to have you crying out in pleasure. You don’t even have time to respond to him, before you’re falling over the edge and cumming once more. 

You lay there, trying to catch your breath again. Joel stands up on wobbly legs, making his way to the nearby bathroom. You didn’t know if this house would be stocked with rags or anything, so when Joel comes out with a folded blanket, you can’t help but giggle. 

“This is all we got,” He gestures towards the blanket, “We can burn it when we finish with it.”

You take it from him, running it between your legs. The wooley fabric scratched a bit, but you didn’t have one care in the world. 

Until you get a familiar sinking feeling. Like you did something very wrong.

You sit up while Joel takes the blanket, cleaning up himself. You try to stand, your legs feeling like jelly. You pick up your panties from the floor next to Joel’s clothes. You start to grab each of your clothing items, throwing them on as you go. You watch as he does the same.

“I guess this means you don’t hate me,” You mutter, not knowing what to say after what just occurred. You felt guilty and sick with anxiety.

If anyone else sat in on this day with Joel, they’d say the same thing. The way he talks to you, how annoyed he was to be stuck with you on patrol today, everything. It’d make anyone feel not wanted. 

He shoots you a glance, “I never hated you.”

He says it with such conviction that you wince, not sure whether to believe him.

“You have ignored me for months. You fought with Tommy because you were stuck with me today. And then on the way here, you yelled at me for having to pee. Called me dum-”

“I didn’t call you dumb.”

You breath in sharply, “You’re just impossible, you know that?”

He shakes his head. You know he wants to say something smart back, but it never comes. 

Instead he sits down beside you, keeping his eyes down at his feet. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a lifetime. 

“Listen,” He huffs, “I don’t hate you. I am just not good at…”

“Being nice to people?”

He smirks, finally looking up at you, “Sure, but hey… I don’t regret anything that happened. I enjoy our… time together.”

You wanted to strangle him. 

After months of contemplating what went wrong, he tells you he doesn’t regret anything. 

After spending all that time acting like he did. 

You wear your emotions all over your face and Joel realizes it quickly. He rests his hand on your knee, a gentle gesture that makes your heart rate increase by a thousand. 

“You made me feel like shit for months,” You admit, trying to hold your composure, “I’ve felt like an idiot since the moment Ellie walked in that morning. You made me feel that way, Joel. You made me feel stupid. And here I am, all this time later, and I still feel fucking dumb. Maybe even dumber now, since I just let you fuck me again.”

His hand travels up to cup your cheek. You felt like crying, but you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good. 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, darlin’,” He confesses, “I am sorry for everythin’.”

You felt like you were being manipulated. You always had a terrible time figuring out what a genuine apology looked like. You were used to being exploited and having your heart ripped out and stomped on. 

You turn away from his hand, looking out the back sliding glass door. The rain is coming down, pitter pattering on the tin roof over your head. You see lightning go across the sky, hearing the loud crack of thunder seconds later. 

You pondered if you should just run in the other direction. Away from Joel, away from the emotions and memories that were being sludged up from the deepest pits of your brain. 

“When I grabbed you earlier, you had this horrified look on your face…” Joel starts, bringing your attention back, “It was a face ‘d seen more than a few times. That look of disbelief and fear.”

You just let him continue, not looking him the eyes.

“I never wanna to make you feel that way,” He admits, “I never wanna scare you or hurt you. I knew in that moment, I was using that pent up anger at myself towards you.I just… I spent so much time tryin’ to find ways to keep you away from me because I don’t wanna disappoint you or hold you back.”

You finally look back up at him. 

“I am sick of findin’ ways to keep you away. I like havin’ you around.”

You want to believe him so badly. 

“I like having you around, too, Joel. I just…” You stammer, “I just need a bit, okay?”

He bows his head, “Yeah, ‘course. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll take watch and wait for the rain to let up.”

You take up his offer, stalking off to the nearby bedroom. You just wanted space, a moment of peace and quiet. Your body was still recovering from the greatest orgasms of your life, now your mind is littered with a million emotions you didn’t know how to muddle through. Once you lay down on the old bed, you realize that sleep would probably bring you back to life a bit. You close your eyes, letting your mind ease out of the chaos of reality. 

–

When you wake up, you don’t hear anymore rain. You only hear the crackling of the fireplace. You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping, which sends you into a slight panic. You waltz out into the living room, seeing Joel lounging on the couch you defiled and reading. It was a random novel, probably from the large bookcase in the hallway. 

“We good to head back?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s get home ‘fore they send out a search party.”

You watch him stretch his shoulders as he stands, his jaw clenched in an unrelaxed way. His hair is messy and standing in different directions from the way he was laying. It makes you smile. 

“Hey Joel,” You say, walking closer to him, “When we get back to Jackson, would you want to go out to dinner or something?”

His gaze softens. You were really trying, he could tell. 

Your rested mind decided it was time to just jump head first. 

If Joel was being honest with his intentions, maybe it was time for you to be honest with yourself, too. 

“I’d like that, sweetheart.”

“It’s a date, then.”

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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 3

I have officially run out of links on another Natasha masterlist! Find the links to the first two lists below along with my newest fics that will be on this post!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

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Fluff:

Birthday Girl: You help Natasha see that her birthday can be a good day

Everything Has Changed: You’re vying for the Avengers to choose you as one of the Shield agents to go on a mission with them. Nat performs her own evaluation and you grow closer

Home for the Holidays: When you get home from a work trip, you and Natasha reunite just in time for holiday celebrations

Hot Chocolate: The family plus Yelena spends time decorating for the holidays

I Need You: When Natasha comes to you after a mission, she’s wounded and needs some help

Kisses for Courage: When you’re nervous for a mission, Natasha shares some of her courage with you

Matching PJs: You and Natasha go to the Avengers Christmas party together

Memory: You feel like you’ve met her before, but you just can’t remember when or how. It turns out there’s a lot you don’t remember

Meteors: When you start working on the Barton’s farm, you meet Natasha

Secret Santa: When Natasha gets your name for Secret Santa, she tries to think of the perfect gift for you

She’s Home: When Natasha gets home from a mission, you share a soft moment together

So Sweet: A soft moment when you get home from a night out with friends

Songbird: When you get home from work, Nat is cooking dinner. She takes all of your stress away so easily

Worth It: When the media is far too invested in your relationship, you and Natasha have a conversation

Comfort:

A True Love’s Kiss: When Natasha gets brainwashed, it’s up to you to bring her back to her formal self. It’s not an easy task, but maybe your love for her is the key to unlocking her memories

Home Again: When Natasha gets home from a mission she needs reassurance that she can relax and trust herself around you again

Hugs

Say That You’ll Love Me Forever: Natasha holds you after a rough day

Soft Mama Nat:

Each Other: You always know what Natasha needs

Flower Girl: You and Nat find out your young daughter and her friends staged a wedding at recess

Lullaby: When your daughter wakes in the night, Natasha sings her back to sleep

Teamwork: The Avengers, Natasha’s family, and you and the kids watch your youngest daughter play soccer. Natasha coaches the team with a little extra motivation coming from the spectators when the team is struggling

The Remote: You and Natasha argue over the tv remote. Yelena and the kids listen in

Smut:

Drill Lessons: Natasha shows you how to use a power tool and your mutual crush comes to light

Office Visit: Natasha comes to visit you while you’re at work for one reason

Sure Thing: When you wake up snuggling with Nat, you two decide to take your relationship to the next level

Time: When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Working Out: Natasha asks you on a date to the gym

AU:

The Bodyguard: Natasha is tasked with being bodyguard to you and you two grow close. Maybe too close, but would she dare cross that line?

The Bodyguard Part 2

Falling for Christmas: When you wake up from an accident, you don’t remember who you are. A local ski lodge owner helps you find yourself

[ltash]

Ethereal

Part 1 "Frozen"

Link to part 2 in the end.

Ghost x Vampire Hybrid Ghost x female reader

Ghost meets you, a vampire hybrid girl in the midst of the Russian Frozen Tundra. Little did he know that you are hiding a secret within.

"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies." — Lord Byron

In the desolate expanse of the frozen Russian tundra, where the howling winds carried the whispers of forgotten souls, you traverse the icy terrain. With each step, you leave behind a delicate imprint in the snow, your long platinum hair billowing in the frigid breeze.

You are a being of unearthly beauty, your milky white skin contrasting starkly against the unforgiving landscape. Your fragile neck arches gracefully as you scan the horizon with eyes as deep and haunting as a doe's.

Born of human and vampire lineage, you are a creature caught between worlds, torn between your mortal desires and the dark cravings that lurk within your veins. Yet, despite your heritage, you have never tasted the blood that calls out to you with an insatiable hunger.

Loneliness gnaws at your soul as you roam the desolate wilderness, your heart heavy with the weight of loss. Your family, once your anchor to humanity, has perished, leaving you to wander alone in a world that has long forgotten the meaning of mercy.

Days blur into nights as you wander aimlessly, your only companions the haunting echoes of your own thoughts. And though the hunger claws at your insides, you remain steadfast in your resolve, determined to cling to the last vestiges of your humanity.

But as the frozen winds whisper tales of forgotten shadows and lost dreams, you know that your journey is far from over. For in the heart of the tundra, amidst the swirling mists of uncertainty, lies the key to your salvation—or your eternal damnation.

The memory of your father, a true vampire, is a distant echo in the chambers of your mind. He had forsaken your mother when you entered this world, leaving her to raise you alone in the unforgiving embrace of the tundra. Now, with her passing, you are truly alone, left to fend for yourself in a world that offers little solace.

The hunger gnaws at your insides like a relentless beast, its claws digging deeper with each passing moment. You haven't eaten since last night, and the meager provisions in your small hut have long since dwindled to nothing. The last log in the fire has burned to char, leaving you with no choice but to brave the biting cold in search of sustenance.

Wrapping yourself tightly in threadbare furs, you step out into the frozen night, the bitter wind biting at your exposed skin. The landscape stretches out before you, a vast expanse of snow and ice that offers little in the way of comfort.

Your breath mingles with the frosty air as you trudge through the snow, each step a struggle against the elements. Every muscle in your body aches with exhaustion, but still, you press on, driven by the primal urge to survive.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you come upon a small grove of trees, their bare branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the night sky. With trembling hands, you gather what meager scraps of wood you can find, knowing that it will be barely enough to sustain the fire through the long hours of the night.

As you make your way back to your hut, the weight of your loneliness settles upon you like a heavy cloak. But still, you push forward, determined to endure whatever hardships the tundra may throw your way. For in this harsh and unforgiving land, survival is the only law that matters.

Ghost waited patiently in his safehouse across the frozen lake, the only refuge in this desolate landscape. The lodge, though hidden from prying eyes, offered him every comfort and amenity he could desire, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of his solitary mission.

As he sat in the dimly lit room, the glow of the fire casting long shadows against the walls, he listened intently for any signs of activity on his comms. The snowstorm raging outside had cloaked the world in a shroud of white, making it impossible to see beyond the frosted windows.

But Ghost was accustomed to navigating the treacherous currents of uncertainty, his instincts honed by years of training and experience. He knew that danger lurked in every shadow, that one misstep could spell disaster.

Yet, despite the looming threat that hung over him like a specter, Ghost remained resolute in his purpose. He was a lone wolf, a solitary figure in a world of shadows and secrets. And though the storm raged on outside, he would not rest until his mission was complete. For in the heart of the darkness, amidst the howling winds and icy embrace of the tundra, Ghost would find the truth he sought—or die trying.

"Laswell, you copy?" Ghost said into his comms, his voice steady despite the frustration gnawing at him. He waited, straining to hear a reply, but there was nothing—only the crackling static of the blizzard that engulfed the entire tundra.

The snowstorm had turned the outside world into a swirling vortex of white, cutting off all communication and isolating him further in his safehouse. Ghost glanced at the frosted windows, the view beyond them obscured by the relentless onslaught of snow and wind. He knew that in this frozen wasteland, any attempt to venture out would be perilous.

For now, he was alone, cut off from any support, his mission teetering on the edge of uncertainty. Yet, despite the isolation and the silence from his comms, Ghost remained undeterred. He had faced worse odds before and survived. He would do so again.

Sitting back in the lodge, he began to review his plans, adjusting his strategies to account for the storm. He knew that eventually, the blizzard would pass, and when it did, he needed to be ready. For now, all he could do was wait, his senses attuned to any changes in the storm's fury and any signs of life outside his safehouse.

"Stay focused," he reminded himself, the words a mantra against the encroaching isolation. "Laswell, you copy?" he tried again, his voice resolute in the face of the storm's relentless assault. But the only answer was the howling wind, a reminder of the tenuous grip he had on his mission and his survival.

You sat in your cabin, shivering uncontrollably as the cold seeped through the walls. The mere branches you had gathered for firewood had long since burned to char, leaving you with only the faintest warmth from the dying embers. Your stomach gurgled loudly, a painful reminder that all the food had run out. There were no animals in sight to hunt, driven away or hidden by the relentless snowstorm, and you felt too weak and fragile to track them down even if they were there.

With a final, desperate hope, you decided to venture out into the freezing storm. You wrapped yourself in every layer you had, though it was a pitiful defense against the bone-chilling winds. Grabbing your bow and a few arrows, you stepped out into the white fury.

The wind whipped at your face, biting through your clothing and numbing your skin. Each step was a struggle, your vision obscured by the swirling snow. The landscape around you was a blur of white and gray, and you had to fight to keep your bearings.

You pushed forward, driven by the primal need to survive. The storm roared in your ears, drowning out any other sound, and the cold sapped your strength with every passing moment. Your fingers, clutching the bow, were stiff and nearly useless, but you kept going, each step a monumental effort.

As you moved through the blinding snow, you scanned the terrain for any sign of movement, any hint of an animal that might offer you the sustenance you so desperately needed. But the tundra seemed devoid of life, as if every creature had been swallowed by the storm.

Your vision began to blur, the cold and exhaustion taking their toll. Each breath felt like shards of ice in your lungs, and your steps grew more unsteady. Still, you pressed on, refusing to give in to the encroaching darkness.

Suddenly, through the flurry of snow, you thought you saw a flicker of movement. Summoning the last of your strength, you moved towards it, your heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. Your vision swam, the edges darkening, but you pushed forward, driven by the slimmest chance of survival.

In the heart of the storm, with the winds howling around you and your body on the verge of collapse, you clung to that flicker of hope, praying that it would lead you to salvation.

Ghost had lost all hopes of communication as the storm continued its relentless assault. His one last chance was to venture out and try to get his comms to work, to call for an evac before it was too late.

Donning his white thermal puffer jacket and camo pants, he wrapped a scarf tightly around his neck and adjusted his goggles. Holding his sniper firmly in his hands, he braced himself against the icy wind and stepped out into the blizzard.

The cold was immediate and unforgiving, biting through even his layered clothing. Each step was a battle against the elements, the snow crunching beneath his boots as he made his way to the frozen lake. The surface of the lake was a smooth expanse of ice, barely visible through the swirling snow, but Ghost's determination kept him moving forward.

He crossed the frozen lake, each step a calculated risk on the slick, treacherous surface. The winds howled around him, threatening to knock him off balance, but he pressed on, driven by the desperate need to find a working frequency.

On the other side of the lake, the terrain offered little shelter from the storm. The snow whipped around him, reducing visibility to almost nothing. Ghost adjusted his goggles and scanned the area, looking for any signs of higher ground or a break in the storm where he might be able to get a signal.

His fingers, numb from the cold, fumbled with the comms device as he tried different frequencies. Static filled his ears, punctuated only by the howling wind, but he continued to try, his determination unwavering.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a faint signal crackled through the static. Ghost's heart raced as he adjusted the frequency, trying to lock onto the signal. "Laswell, do you copy? This is Ghost. I need immediate evac. Over."

The response was faint, almost drowned out by the storm, but it was there. "Ghost, this is Laswell. We read you. Evac is en route. Hold your position. Over."

Relief washed over him, but he knew the hardest part was still ahead. He needed to hold his position and survive until the evac arrived. With the storm still raging and the cold sapping his strength, Ghost hunkered down, using whatever cover he could find to shield himself from the wind. He clung to the hope that help was on its way, his resolve as unyielding as the frozen tundra around him.

You stumbled forward, the flicker of movement in the snow driving you onward. With your bow in hand, you nocked an arrow, pulling the string back despite the trembling in your fingers. Your vision, blurred by the cold and exhaustion, made it difficult to clearly see the shape moving in the distance.

Taking a deep breath, you aimed as best you could, your focus narrowing to the faint outline in the swirling snow. Your hands shook with the effort, and the cold bit into your skin, but you held steady, hoping this shot would be the one to save you.

With a final, determined exhale, you released the arrow. It soared through the air, cutting a path through the storm. But your weakened state and failing vision betrayed you—the arrow flew wide of your intended target, striking and piercing into a large tree trunk with a solid thud.

Despair washed over you as you watched the arrow quiver in the wood. The movement you had seen disappeared, leaving you once again alone in the vast, unforgiving tundra. The brief glimmer of hope faded, replaced by the relentless reality of your situation.

As you trudged forward, the winds howled louder, and the snow seemed to close in around you. Your thoughts grew hazy, but you clung to the hope that you might still find a way to survive this nightmare, your spirit refusing to be extinguished by the storm.

Ghost continued his trudge through the blizzard, the relentless wind and snow battering him from all sides. He reached a large tree and leaned against it, taking a moment to catch his breath before continuing his way back to his safe house lodge.

Just as he began to gather his strength, a large arrow whizzed through the air and embedded itself in the tree trunk mere inches from his head. Instinctively, he ducked for cover, adrenaline surging through his veins. Bolting his sniper rifle and reloading a round with practiced precision, he aimed towards the direction from which the arrow had come. His vision was blurred by the storm, but he fired anyway, relying on his training and instinct.

The shot rang out, cutting through the howling wind, followed by a piercing scream that echoed through the tundra. It was a scream of pain, unmistakably human, and worse, unmistakably female.

Ghost froze, his heart sinking as realization dawned. He had just shot someone, and that someone was not an enemy. His mind raced as he left his cover and moved cautiously toward the source of the scream, the harsh reality of his actions weighing heavily on him.

Through the swirling snow, he saw a figure collapsed in the snow, her platinum hair spread out like a halo against the white ground. Her bow lay beside her, abandoned in the moment of agony. Ghost's breath caught in his throat as he approached her, seeing the blood staining the snow around her.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the wind. He knelt beside her, his sniper forgotten as he tried to assess the damage. The storm raged on around them, but in that moment, all he could focus on was the fragile, wounded figure before him.

The tundra had brought you together in a moment of desperation and tragedy, and Ghost knew he had to do everything in his power to save you. He was no longer just a soldier on a mission; he was a lifeline for the wounded soul in the snow.

You trudged forward, your steps heavy with the weight of disappointment from your failed shot. The blizzard blurred your vision, making each step more treacherous than the last. Suddenly, a searing pain exploded in your lower belly. A ball of fire—no, a bullet—had pierced through your delicate skin and exited the other side, leaving a burning trail of agony in its wake.

A blood-curdling scream escaped your lips, echoing through the desolate tundra. The bow in your hand slipped from your grasp, landing far from you as you crumpled to the ground. Your snow-white complexion mingled with the icy snow, but the vivid red of your blood stood out starkly against the white.

Gasping in pain, your breaths became shaky and labored. Confusion and fear swirled in your mind. Who could do this to you? Your vision swam as you tried to make sense of what had happened. Your platinum hair fell across your face, obscuring your sight even further.

With the last of your strength, you tried to push yourself up, but the pain was too overwhelming. Darkness crept in at the edges of your vision, and the cold seemed to seep deeper into your bones. Your thoughts became a haze, and the world around you faded away as you slipped into unconsciousness, the blizzard continuing its relentless assault on your fragile body.

Ghost fell to his knees, his heart heavy with regret and shock as he looked at you lying in the snow. He leaned forward, gently stroking your platinum locks away from your face. Your features struck him deeply: your pink, slightly agape lips, platinum lashes, and eyebrows perfectly matching your hair color. Your milky white complexion contrasted with the stark redness of your blood staining the snow.

You looked ethereal, an otherworldly being he had never laid his eyes on before. In that moment, the harsh reality of his mission and the brutal environment faded into the background. All he could see was the fragile, delicate figure before him, so vulnerable and strikingly beautiful.

"Hold on," he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. He quickly assessed your wound, knowing that time was critical. Ghost wrapped his arms around you, carefully lifting your limp body. His training and instincts kicked in, driving him to act swiftly despite the swirling blizzard.

Cradling you against his chest, he moved with determination back towards his safehouse lodge, each step a struggle against the fierce wind and snow. His mind raced with thoughts of how to stabilize you, how to keep you alive until help could arrive.

As he trudged through the storm, the weight of his actions bore down on him. He had shot an innocent being, a beautiful, mysterious creature that he now felt an overwhelming need to protect. The journey back was arduous, but Ghost pressed on, fueled by a newfound sense of purpose.

Reaching the lodge, he gently laid you down near the fireplace, quickly stoking the flames to provide warmth. He grabbed his medical kit, his hands working quickly and efficiently to tend to your wound. Every moment was critical, and he fought to keep panic at bay.

"Stay with me," he murmured, his voice soft yet urgent. "You're going to be okay."

As the fire crackled and the storm raged outside, Ghost focused all his efforts on saving you, hoping against hope that he could atone for his mistake and keep you alive in this frozen, unforgiving world.

Continued..

All parts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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[nikethestatue]

The Agreement

Chapter 2

Azriel, Lord Night, the Duke of Velaris

This woman, Elain Archeon. 

As he made his way out of the inn, Azriel decided to take a walk. 

It was a pretty spring day, with the skies a cloudless picturesque blue, so rare in London that he felt that he owned it to himself to enjoy it. It would be a decent one hour walk from here to his house in Belgravia Square, but he needed to think.

He didn’t want the girl to stay too close to him, therefore, he had arranged for the lodgings to be in Westminster, but far enough away. And yet, despite the precautions that he took, he also relinquished his name and title to her at their first meeting –and it was not something that he had planned on doing. He also didn’t plan on the meeting to go the way that it did, but here he was. 

When he had put out his advertisement, and sent the requirements to Mrs. Amren, his criteria was rather simple. He was looking for a female aged 17 to 26, a virgin, with a good reputation, a pleasant appearance and free of diseases. Medical records were obtained from the local physicians–Azriel did not want to deal with TB, gout, or any other unpleasant conditions. He wanted someone well-proportioned, and not too slim or sickly, and neither did he want a girl who overindulged in food. She was to carry his babe, and needed to be healthy and preferably fit. He preferred someone spirited, with a good, cheerful disposition, though he knew it would be difficult to gauge. Anyone could pretend to be anything for a few hours. Ideally, the chosen girl would be someone curious, easy to talk to, and someone who had at least basic education. She needed to be able to read and write, so she could sign the contract.

Everything about Elain Archeron had checked out, after he received reports from his investigators, who had travelled to Dover and to St. Margaret Bay to gather more information about the woman. 

The woman, whose photograph unsettled him deeply. 

Truthfully, he wasn't expecting much from his advertisement. It was absurd to assume that 90% of responders would not be opportunists and madams, crafty whores and sob-story adventurists. Naturally, no one was familiar with his identity, and even Mrs. Amren, with whom he’d worked before, and who’d proven herself to be an agile and witty woman, was not entirely sure whether he was the one to actually place the advertisement. She was the one who sorted through the respondents, and Azriel’s army of servants and investigators was at her disposal. Mrs. Amren narrowed down the list for him, whittling it down to manageable, and selecting the few girls who seemed to fit all the criteria, before sharing the photographs with her employer. 

There were only four women who made the cut. 

The first one was a hearty red-haired girl, with a big bust, wide hips and a strong body, named Bryce Quinlan. Her face was appealing and she had large, beautiful amber eyes. Despite her simple appearance, she was in fact interesting to talk to. Gregarious. Well-read. Inelegant. A farmer’s daughter, who studied to be a teacher, she was unapologetically interested in money. Which was absolutely fine with Azriel. But if she was a virgin, then he was a giraffe. He was half-afraid that she’d tackle him on the floor and ride him into oblivion. She might have impregnated him.

So that was a no.

The next girl…he already forgot her name, because the moment she stepped into the room, she buried her face in her hands and began to weep loudly. Then she turned around and ran away.

So that was that.

Disappointed, he still had high hopes for the next girl.

Her photograph intrigued him–she was attractive, with an open, unblemished face, pin-straight hair and big, light-coloured eyes. When she arrived, she was taller than he assumed, and remarkably pleasant of face. She was Irish, and spoke with a lovely accent. Her eyes were bottle green with shades of aqua, and her hair turned out to be reddish-brown. Her face and hands were covered in a smattering of freckles. Gwyneth Berdara was her name.

She was a librarian at the Trinity College Dublin–an unusual position for a female. But she was also a student there, one of very few females accepted to study at the university. Her tenacious attitude, and her open, friendly manner impressed Azriel. She was not young–almost 25–unmarried and studious. It was clear that she was a learned woman, interested in academics and the pursuit of her goals. 

“Why are you here?” he had asked her bluntly.

“I don’t wish to marry, Lord Night,” she admitted to him. “And neither do I wish to live in poverty, like so many of my kind. I want to teach and I want to be an academic, but I am realistic–it’s not a position that is easy, or even possible for a woman to achieve. Who’d want to have a female as a professor?” she laughed, sadly, and unhappily.

Azriel understood. She was correct in her fears.

“This opportunity,” and she pointed between the two of them, “would allow me independence. I wouldn’t be saddled with a child, but I would have the money to continue my studies and live the life I wish to live. Perhaps become a suffragette.”

He could see it. This Gwyn Berdara was the kind who wouldn't sit back and hope for a happy ending for herself. She’d fight for it. Carve it out.

In the end, Azriel knew that she wasn’t for him. Mostly, he didn’t want to deny her her goals. He was realistic–even if she thought that the child wouldn’t impact her life, he was convinced that that wouldn’t be the case. 

He did what he thought was right in this situation. He wrote a check for £1000 and wished her luck in all her future endeavours. He didn’t have to, but he felt a paternal kind of tug towards her. That amount of money would set her up for life. For him, it was a drop in the sea of his wealth.

Lastly, there was Roslin. He couldn’t recall her surname, but Roslin was a beautiful woman with thick auburn hair, brilliant blue eyes and a thick scar on the side of her neck. The scar did not disturb him, though he wondered what had happened to her to receive such a nasty wound. The conversation flowed comfortably, but Azriel noticed quickly that Roslin was…dazzled. She sighed and batted her lashes, wrung her fingers, smiled and blushed. Azriel thought that she would serve him fine, but it was quickly apparent that she was looking for a husband, and not for a gentleman who needed her to bear his child. Azriel didn’t even want to start upon this road. He dismissed Roslin kindly and politely, and thanked his lucky stars that he did not offer her his name. He was well known and his face was featured in the newspapers with some frequency, but he hoped that Roslin wasn’t someone who read much about political affairs or the War Office.

Elain Archeron was a latecomer. He’d basically given up on the idea of finding anyone even remotely suitable and the task was taking too long for his liking. So it took him by surprise when he recognised the name–Archeron, as in Archeron Shipping, Ltd. It was an unusual surname, which only one family in Britain possessed. Because the origins of the family were in fact Greek. It was once a well-established, successful, widely known shipping company, which had fallen on hard times. When he’d asked Elain about her reasons and she told him about her family, he already knew the story. The father, Voldemar Archeron, had run the company into the ground with bad investments and even worse weather–three of his ships were lost at sea. Whatever was left of the wealth, he squandered. Ida, his wife, had died a few years back of typhus. The three daughters were left without dowries or good prospects. Back about a decade ago, the eldest sister, Nesta, was proposed as a match to none other than the Duke of Dorchester. Her dowry promised to be so big, that her lack of a title didn’t seem to matter. And then, it all just disappeared one day, including Dorchester’s interest. Azriel didn’t know much about the middle or the youngest sisters, until he read the name ‘Elain Archeron’. Mrs. Amren confirmed that Elain was indeed one of the Archeron sisters and it piqued Azriel’s interest even further. Seemed like pure madness that a young woman from a good family, and with what was confirmed to be a spotless reputation, would be interested in selling herself, her womb, and her potential for money. It intrigued him for whatever reason. 

There was something that they had in common–the Archerons were also someone who had made it big, who were successful, yet who always remained the outsiders, because of their origins. He could relate. One look at his dark golden skin, his jet-black hair, his aquiline nose and the slant of his eyes, and it was obvious that he wasn’t exactly English. Which he wasn’t. His mother was from the Middle East, an exotic, gorgeous woman, who became his father’s obsession. His father, an English duke, dragged the woman here, actually married her! Yet never allowed her to forget that she was something else. A foreigner. Someone lesser. Azriel’s mother was a beautiful, sad woman, who spent most of her life behind the walls of their various estates–too strange to truly become Lady Night, the Duchess of Velaris, yet virtually enslaved by Azriel’s father. The only kindness his father permitted was for them to adopt baby Cassian. Azriel and Cassian were cousins, though they viewed each other as brothers. 

In some way, Azriel wondered if he was repeating his hateful father’s ways?

Was he also forcing an unsuspecting woman into a situation of bondage and sexual slavery? All because he saw Miss Archeron’s photograph and knew, without doubt, that she must be delivered to him. 

Simply put, in the photograph, Elain Archeron was gorgeous.

Elain Archeron

The sweetest face, gentle and innocent, like a blooming flower. Thick lustrous hair. A plump cheek that he wanted to sink his teeth into. He didn’t know her colouring, and needed to find out. Were her eyes black or blue? Green or brown? What colour was that beautiful thick hair? He wanted to know what her neck would taste like. How her hands would grip his arms. He needed to see beyond what the photograph offered him. 

Seeing her photograph made him send a telegram to Mrs. Amren, requesting an immediate meeting with Miss Archeron. 

Today, he saw the girl in the flesh, and he came to realise that he wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than for her to agree to the arrangement. 

He’s been faithful to Morrigan–they had planned on a happy marriage, not one of convenience, but certainly one of mutual attraction and respect, and eventually, maybe even love. And he’s been faithful to her since her accident. No, he wasn’t planning on living the life of a monk, but he needed to secure himself a child, a legacy, for he couldn’t divorce his wife and had to remain married to her while she was alive. Frankly, in the past year, he didn’t have time for any liaisons and didn’t want to arouse any unnecessary questions about the state of his marriage. 

Elain, however, was something unexpected. His plans changed the moment she stepped into the room and looked at him with that shy, yet slightly defiant gaze of her huge brown doe eyes. Sad eyes, which spoke of hidden sorrow and grief which was her own. Brown. They were brown. Dark caramel came to mind when he looked into those eyes. Pale, but flushed cheeks, and full, plump lips. A tiny cleft on her chin, and a birthmark on her cheek. Golden brown curls tucked under a simple hat. The dress was plain, a little ill-fitting, definitely not tailored. He imagined that the dresses were shared among the sisters, and it was probably one of the better ones that they had. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, and he could imagine that the poplin dress offered little warmth to her too-thin frame. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t wear any jewellery, even something simple, but the hat was decorated with three beautiful flowers, and there was a little flower brooch on her lapel. 

Azriel didn’t expect to be actually fully attracted to her. He thought that she might be pretty enough for him to willingly stick his cock into her. But he was intensely and immediately drawn to her. He fought the urge to come up to her and cup her little heart-shaped face between his hands. He wanted to press his lips to those pink, soft lips, and offer her her first kiss. It would be her first, he was sure. Was it so wrong that he suddenly desired to bring her into womanhood? He added the virginity clause and payment into the contract after he saw her photograph. He was honest when he told her that it wasn’t something that belonged to him, and he wanted to compensate her for it. But just because her maidenhead didn’t belong to him didn’t mean that he did not want to take it. That it wasn’t meant for him. And he wondered if in exchange, he could make the girl with the sad doe eyes see some light and offer a measure of comfort and happiness. 

Azriel was a male prone to melancholy and didn’t love or care for most people in his life. He didn’t even love his wife, though he cared for her. Yet the prospect of spending more time with Elain Archeron, of making her his lover, of caring for her physically, of keeping her by his side filled him with a sense of joyful anticipation. Was he feeling excited? Intrigued? Thrilled? Yes to all. He could also be just a lonely man who wanted to be needed by someone, even if it was just for his money. It was possible that she’d come to care for him in some personal way eventually. She was so cute, declaring how she was not looking for love. It was wise of her and he appreciated her rationality and the fact that she knew that there would be no chance of a happy end for her, for them. But it didn’t mean that he couldn’t hope for a connection, for this to be less than just a transaction.

He didn’t even notice his hour-long walk by the time he arrived at his house. Unlike most of his compatriots, Azriel was a soldier, a military man, and though he was only twenty nine years old, he held the rank of a Captain in the army. Nowadays, he actually had a job…Which sort of made him smile, every time he thought about it. Men of his station did not have jobs. It kept him mostly in London, which is what he preferred–yes, he was a Lord, a peer, and held a position at the House of Lords, but he also headed the Intelligence Branch for the British War Office. It frustrated him that Britain was so far behind in its intelligence initiatives, than, for example Prussia, which had established its own branch of Intelligence services back in 1804. Now, almost 100 years later, he was actively working on establishing a new branch–the Doctorate of Military Operations–which would include intelligence gathering and spying. The world was changing around them, and so the needs of his country demanded that their operations moved with the progress. 

Azriel spent the rest of the day at his office at Westminster, and was grateful for the distraction because it allowed him the opportunity to not think about Elain Archeron. He couldn’t forget her even if he tried, even when he engaged in numerous conversations throughout the day, and read dozens of documents, and put his signature on reports and missives. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings when he finally left work and walked to his club. He always enjoyed walking, particularly when he was in the city and indeed to spend so much time indoors. The walk also allowed him the opportunity to obsessively ponder what Elain might be doing at that moment, and what she’s done during the day. Did she eat enough? He hoped that she had ordered food for herself, and ventured out of the inn and enjoyed the park and the shops. He knew that she wouldn’t spend any money on herself, even if she really wanted to, but he wondered if she’d found something that she enjoyed looking at, or touching. He ate dinner at the club, wishing for the day to be over.

In his head, he was creating a list of things that he wanted to do for Elain. A very hypothetical list, but it gave him something to do and occupied his mind for the evening.

Firstly, he wanted to make sure that she ate and got healthy. The kind of thinness that she sported wasn’t the fashionable type, where noble ladies ate like dodo birds, so they could maintain their tiny waists. No, her kind of thinness was caused by hunger, maybe even starvation. Her tiny arms were as thin as noodles and the collarbones protruded violently through her skin. 

So it would take a little time to get her to a place where she was feeling better physically, and hopefully, emotionally as well.

When he initially thought about this scheme, Azriel wasn’t looking for a ‘project’ to sink his time and effort into. He wanted to impregnate a woman, have her have the baby and leave. However, after only one meeting, he was already reconsidering his initial plans. And that allowed for a coil of dread to unfurl in his stomach. What he could not permit himself to do–ever–was to develop feelings for this woman. Any woman. 

Morrigan was his priority. He wasn’t going to exchange her for another woman. Yes, the physicians told him that there was no hope of recovery–not only was she paralysed from the waist down, the brain bleed rendered her completely incapacitated. She breathed, and she ate soft, pureed foods, but she needed total care, around the clock, and when he told her ‘for better or for worse, in sickness and in health’ Azriel meant it. Azriel valued loyalty above else, and just as he expected it from others, he also required it of himself. He might not be a faithful husband, but he would be loyal. 

However charming, beautiful and desirable Miss Archeron was, and he found her to be enticing in every way, Azriel knew that he had to remain clear headed. This liaison had a purpose, and that’s what he was going to stick to. In the end, she would be ruined. And notorious, if she was not smart about it. He wished to maintain as much decorum about the affair as possible, and of course there was the non-disclosure agreement by which they were obligated to abide. 

He’d treat her well, with kindness, he’d pay her the way he promised, but he was going to use her body because he needed to, and not because he wanted to. In the end, he knew how this was going to end–he was going to break Elain Archeron’s heart. He was going to be ruthless about it too. An innocent girl such as herself would undoubtedly find herself enamoured with him, especially because he was going to be her first in everything. And she was going to lead herself to believe that he was reciprocating her feelings. Alas, when all was said and done, the truth would be brutal–she would be left with money, but without her babe, and without love.

He only hoped that she’d be able to find happiness and a good man some time in her life.

And forgive him.

-

It was 10 am exactly when Azriel stood in front of the door to Elain Archeron’s room. It was utterly quiet on the other side of the door, but he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, as his blood rushed hotly through his veins. He wouldn’t be terribly surprised if she’d bolted. He was almost expecting it, though last night he was feeling hopeful. The morning light made things clearer, and with clarity came the realisation that this entire scheme was pathetic and at best absolutely ridiculous. It was never going to come to pass and he was deluding himself into thinking that he’d ever succeed. Regardless of how wealthy he was and what riches he offered to someone, no woman in her right mind would go through with this. Even if he wasn’t painful to look at, and was a gentleman, it was still an experience that no one wanted.

He knocked softly on the door.

If he was going to face rejection, he was going to face it like a man. 

He knew it was coming, and he’s been preparing for it the entire morning: while he was getting a shave and dressing, he was imagining how she would let him down. Would she be gentle and soft? Would she be curt and upfront? Or cowardly, and simply run away without seeing him ever again?

A better question was–why was he so obsessed with her? Why did he need her answer so badly and why did he want it to be a ‘yes’? Why was he feeling so strangely possessive about her? Her body? Her acceptance? Her acquiescence?

All of last night, he was trying to convince himself that this wasn’t for him, that she wasn’t for him and that he shouldn't be subjecting a reputable maiden to this foolishness. Nevertheless, here he stood, hopeful like a young lad at his first courting.

He knocked harder, when he didn’t get a response the first time.

Heart sinking, he needed to acknowledge to himself that she was gone. 

Was he going after her all the way to Dover, pursuing her like a madman? Or was he letting her go, acknowledging that she was an unfulfilled promise? 

For the first time in a long time, Azriel, a lord and a duke, a millionaire and a magnetically attractive male, felt terribly lonely.

When he knocked the third time, louder and more insistent, a vast, empty hole opened up in his chest, and when there was no answer, he hung his head low, accepting the inevitable truth. 

Elain was gone.

[xfinch]

SAMANTHA LOGAN & SHE/HER ⸻ i saw FINCH RIPLEY coming through the trees. the 26 year old was fleeing from FLAGSTAFF, ARIZONA when they came across novac, and have sought salvation within the motel of purgatory. FINCH RIPLEY has been in town for 1.5 YEARS and has been assigned as a STABLEHAND to keep society running smoothly. no matter what, they will find something to fight for. ⸻ KAILA, SHE/HER, 30, EST, NONE.

nicknames for finch: fin, finny

BIO UNDER CUT

PRE-APOCALYPSE:

Jude and Katrina Ripley did not expect to have twins but when Katrina gave birth to their first child, a daughter who they named Bishop, the doctor announced another child was on their way. Unprepared for a second child, Katrina gave birth to another girl they would name Finch. Finch and her twin sister spent much of their childhood raising themselves. Their parents weren’t purposefully neglectful, but were flighty and often left the two on their own. They struggled financially consistently throughout childhood and relied on meals provided by the school for breakfast and lunch. Bishop developed a resentment towards their parents while Finch was more forgiving. The twins balanced each other in this way. Where Finch could be overly idealistic, Bishop was quite realistic.

When their parents were not home, which was often, the girls spent time at a neighbors house. It started at about four years old when the two girls went next door to ask for some mac and cheese mix. The Cassidy family was the sort of family one could only hope to have been born into. It was in this house that Finch would meet Rain. A boy who would go on to be, at first, her best friend then the love of her life. Rain and Finch started dating at the beginning of middle school and after that never broke up.  Finch loved spending time with the Cassidy family. As a result of this, a group of four formed- Bishop, Finch, Rain, and a boy named Rafferty Wessex. Rafferty came from a more wealthy part of town but always could be found with the other three. Whether that meant him biking to them or the three biking to him. The latter option was not quite as fun considering they had to fit all three of them on one bike. Still, they made it work. 

DAY 1 - YEAR 1:

Jude and Katrina happened to be home the day everything started. The twins let them know they would be at Rafe’s ski resort and left the house. In years after it happened, Finch often reflected upon how lucky they were to be at the resort when they were. Flagstaff was already isolated to begin with, but the ski resort was even more isolated. This isolation saved their lives. Their parents were not quite as lucky. Rafe’s parents were in Europe during the outbreak, so they never got official word on whether or not the couple survived. Rain’s parents were at home, just like Jude and Katrina, but they weren’t seen after that day. Finch hoped they made it out and simply were searching for their children. Finch and Bishop’s parents, however, were easy to locate. By the time they got to them, the couple were runners. Six months into things, they finally felt safe enough to venture back to their homes. They were accompanied by some older, more experienced people now living at the resort. Finch and Bishop found their parents still in their home. Both girls put down their parents, collected their belongings, and left the house never to return.

YEAR 2 + ONWARD:

A community formed at the ski lodge, a mix of tourists and people from Flagstaff. A few of the older people had some military experience that would come in handy when it came to combat related things. They took a lot of time teaching the other residents of the community. Prior to the outbreak, Finch had zero survival skills. After the outbreak, and the years onward, she had limited survival skills. Finch hardly ever left the safety of their little community for this reason. She was never one sent out on scavenging missions or patrols. The only times she left was when the four kids would sneak out, heading to the top of a ski slope. 

Roughly eight years into the outbreak, every one had settled into a routine. Maybe they’d gotten a bit too comfortable. It seemed like there were less and less infected, and if you didn’t venture too far then it almost seemed like the world was normal again. For her birthday that year Rain gave her a kitten. A woman in the community had brought along her Chinchilla Persian cats and that year Rain had asked her if he could trade for a kitten. That was how they got a tiny white kitten that Finch would name Everest. 

A few months later, on a particularly cold and snowy morning, three of the four decided to head up the ski slope. Bishop was off finishing up her job, so it would just be Finch, Rain, and Rafe. They left Everest sleeping in his basket and off they went. When they got to the top of the slope they noticed the huge mass of infected headed towards the lodge. Bishop, Finch thought. Then Everest. She knew she had to go back. When she voiced that, Rafe immediately told her they couldn’t. That the group was too large. He said if they went back, they would die. Finch didn’t process a word of it and instead took off down the hill. They warned as many people as they could before reaching their room. Once there, they found it empty save for the sleeping kitten in the corner. Hoping that Bishop would return whilst they were packing, they gathered their things into backpacks and added some layers for extra warmth. Bishop didn’t return, and as they were standing and debating what to do they felt the group hit. By the time they made it towards where Bishop might be, it was overwhelming. Finch turned a corner and was immediately confronted by one of the infected. A moment away from death- just as the thing’s mouth was going to latch down on her neck, Rain intervened. He grabbed it and thrust it away, getting his own arm caught in its mouth as he did so.

The rest of the infected in that area piled on Rain, leaving Finch and Rafe with no other option but to run. He had already disappeared by the time they turned away. The two made it to the top of the slope again and collapsed in exhaustion. Rafe, Finch immediately thought, had been right. Rain was dead. Bishop was not with them. They had managed to save Everest, who was sleeping inside of her jacket as if nothing had happened. The aftermath of that day haunted Finch. Rafe held Rain’s death against her. As they sat on the slope he told her that she had killed Rain, that he had warned them about this happening. She blocked everything following that out. Rain, she knew, had been her soulmate. She loved him, and now he was dead. And it was quite plain to tell that he had taken part of Rafe with him in doing so. The two were never the same after that. 

Rafe and Finch arrived at Novac about six months later, and though they share a room, it is still incredibly cold between them. Finch felt like Rafe hated her, but it seemed that hate did not go far enough to let her go completely. He had made sure she reached Novac safely, and hadn’t insisted on having separate rooms when they first got there. 

A year and a half later Finch has adjusted to life in Novac as well as can be expected. She misses her twin sister (who she truly believes is still alive) and Rain deeply. When she’s not working as a stablehand she can usually be found drawing. Of the two twins, Finch had always been the happy go lucky one. Bubbly and outgoing, she’d often dragged her sister along to socializing events. After Rain’s death, however, she changed quite a bit. Most people in Novac probably wouldn’t have guessed she was that type of person. Now she stays mostly quiet until she gets to know a person.

[catstack17]

it’s so crazy to me how much riley matthews got hated on around 2 years ago. is she perfect? no, that’s the entire point of the show and all of the characters, all of them have been in the wrong at some point (it’s what made us like bmw characters and both shows in the first place.) people flat out making fun of the riley town episode is borderline confusing, it was disney and around that time the channel didn’t really get deep into any of the plot points (gmw should’ve been on abc to go into deep plots and go into the depths of their topics especially when it came to both maya and riley’s personal issues instead of just generalizing on that subject/topic but that’s a different rant) like clearly you haven’t been bullied at a young age because the way riley acted is how most people do, and also the number of times the comments of clips of that episode on the clock app are that “it was a one time thing and riley made a big deal about it” riley might be dramatic most times but she was not at all during that episode, she bottled being bullied for as long as she could and then exploded on her closest friends, that is quite accurate. it was not one time, in the episode alone she keeps receiving threats of violence for being herself, and she had been dealing with comments like that from others like missy in s1 and also received it during girl meets yearbook in s2. she’s been perceived as annoying too and like???? ok so that’s a reason to absolutely hate on her as a character? i find lucas annoying but i still love him as a character. people claiming either her or maya as selfish is also confusing? have you watched either new years or the ski lodge episodes??? both of the pair of besties have an issue with putting themselves first (maya most people know about the lengths she goes to protect her friends and riley does that also, i.e. when farkle was being bullied, maya’s reaction was to immediately fight off his bully to protect him while riley’s initial reaction was to comfort him- both of them put others first always just in different ways) in girl meets new years riley bottles up her complicated feelings that she has for lucas (and is v upset when farkle announces it on the rooftop) to make maya and lucas happy, she did it in texas as soon as she thought maya liked lucas, when she backed off of lucas and told him that they love each other like siblings, even in ski lodge, she talks to evan only about all the people in her life and not herself, when josh and maya go to the window when maya grabs his hand, she says she needs to think even though later both her and lucas confess to thinking about the other all the time during the triangle. she’s as selfless as maya is. she has her moments of being completely in the wrong at times (like not defending maya when lucas poked fun at maya’s height) but her character at her core is so sweet and funny, that’s her charm.

[metaphoricalmusings]

tmb day 1+2

a deeply wonderful experience that I have not documented but want to do so before the vividness of the memories fade!!!

day 1:

our family is hustling (not really AM people) and due to a kerfuffle at the front desk of the hotel checking our suitcase in for the week, we end up leaving late. we have to sprint towards the meeting point at the base of the lifts.

everyone else is already gathered there. they're with jean louie, a weathered looking french guy who is to be our guide. there's two sets of french couples- old and young. we will soon get to know them quite well ...

lunch is handed out to us, it's a baguette sandwich, an apple. we take the lift to the top and immediately get to it. there's like zero fanfare lol we just start hiking. it's not too steep of a climb, just a slight incline as we kind of wrap along the side of the mountain. we are really walking for a long time. after about 2 hours, we arrive at a ski lodge at the top of the mountain for a restroom break and quick snack break. the views are spectacular the whole way, just unbelievable sights of mont blanc. clear and perfect weather.

we carry on walking. maybe around 1pm (we've been walking probably 4 hours), we break for lunch. jean louie leads us down a super steep ravine totally off the path - this was high key treacherous and dad toppled down headfirst at one point. we end up at this little stream at the bottom and jean louie fills his waterbottle, everyone sits to eat.

then begins a long descent. although descending is much faster than climbing, it is far more painful. my knees were not prepared for the assault they were about to endure. it's really hard going and I find the downhill to be seriously uncomfortable. it feels like it may not end...

we take short breaks. at one point, we're hydrating by a cool stream and jean louie peeks under the bridge and finds a couple cool cans of sugary drinks. jackpot! someone has stashed them there and forgotten them perhaps. we drink- they have been chilled by the stream and it tastes oh so good.

around 3:30pm we finally finish the descent into a small town north of chamonix called argentiere. this isn't where we are staying though, we still need to hike about 30-40 min further to our refuge - le moulin. it's our first refuge night.

ju and i collapse in the living area couch. so tired. i'm writing this retrospective nearly 6 months later and the pain of that first day has totally faded from my body but my brain reminds me that I was really exhausted...

there's a girl that arrives at the hostel in really poor condition. we're not super sure but it sounds like she has heatstroke - guides are checking on her (she is an american from the sounds of it) and they end up having to call an ambulance for her to go back to chamonix. we get word later that she's doing fine.

we shower, prep our beds (a tiny dorm room for all 8 of us, bunk style). dinner is family style in the dining room on red checkered picnic tables. it's some kind pancetta pork chunks in stewed lentils. there's also a carrot salad that's pretty tasty. of course, plenty of bread and butter.

then after that, it's pretty much straight to bed. the french are playing cards, but honestly im just not feeling social.

at night, dad snores a ton lol. good thing I brought earbuds!!! it's hard to get comfortable but I sleep ok.

day 2

we wake up and have breakfast. I honestly don't remember what it is, probably eggs (how was it prepared..?), croissants, bread, butter, and jam. there's a hot tea and coffee station where you can get hot water for oatmeal too, I think. I remember the layout but not much more.

we eat, we pack, and we grab our picnic lunches to go. 7am, hiking begins immediately. we've probably walked quite a ways up the hill when I realize i've forgotten my podium bottle. it's definitely not worth it to go back but i'm still a bit bummed. means that i'll have to rely on the nalgene only for the rest of the way (and we've only just begun!)

we climb in the shadow of the mountain so it's nice and cool even though we're exerting ourselves. mostly following the fire path (for cars) up the side of the ski slopes. we can see the lift in operation, it makes us hem and haw about why we're even doing this when a lift can take us up in less than 10 min. on foot, it's 2 hours of work. we get to the top of the first lift and have a bathroom break.

then onwards. this next stretch is one of my favorites in my memory. the wildflowers were so gorgeous, it made me think of monet and van gogh and how they all were struck by the fields and fields of wildflowers in france. the weather again, sunny and divine. we are snaking our way through the hills and the incline is steady and hard. at 10:30 am we get to the highest point of our day, which is also the border between france and switzerland. we stop for a water and snack break, photos, and bathroom.

jean louie points out the town of trient nestled in the valley below- it's where we're staying tonight. this turns out to be the biggest bait and switch of our lives. from the hut looking down, trient doesn't look too far at all. little did we know that the descent to get there is going to wind around the whole side of the mountains—so far that we lose sight of trient for most of the afternoon.

descending is hard and long today. the path is really narrow and also on the side of a steep hill. so if you misstep, you might just take a rocky tumble down. at around 1pm we break for lunch at a small shack on the path. they have a "bathroom" which is more like an outhouse. it's a porty potty looking struture with a long little path to get to it a ways from the main seating area. and then when you go in, there's basically a plank of wood with a hole cut out of it that you shit into. when you open the door to the porta potty, there's a sign taped on the inside that says "leave the door open while you're using the outhouse so that you indicate it's occupied!!" - this means you get to squat and shit and stare at the incredibly beautiful glacier. definitely a nice pooping experience, except I didn't poop.

lunch was really hearty and I enjoyed it - perhaps too much - which became my downfall. I think I inhaled too much food and gave myself indigestion. plus the immediate return to hiking (bruh!), my stomach started to feel Really Bad. I am actually in pain going down lol. I do my best to keep it together and I guess at a certain point it just gets better? honestly insane.

we finally end up at the bottom of the waterfall (from the glacier) and have some time to rest. still, the town of trient is an hour a way by foot, although it's flatter. my feet are really hurting. day 2 was so much worse than day 1. we arrive in trient around 3:30pm and I could not be happier. we take hot showers and lay horizontal in our bunk beds. this place gives more of a youth hostel vibe and is generally well kept. lots of asian groups in this one.

dinner is pasta and soup, nothing fancy. we have a group meeting where we decide to have rosti at bovine (an alpine restaurant) tomorrow.

[tbc]

[rewriting-thearrowverse]

𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 1 𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮 8: 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓪 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 2)

I’m kind of on a roll for finishing chapters this week, this one got done at 1:32am on November 27th

Laurel and Tommy were inside the restaurant, it was packed as people spoke around them. They had reached a half an hour wait time. He could sense her annoyance.

"Well, it's only been about half an hour. That's not too bad of a wait time." He said

"If they don't seat us soon, I'm going to write a horrible review online." Laurel said with an eye roll.

"Let me see what I can do," he said before walking up to the hostess sign.

"Hey, uh. I'm Tommy Merlyn. Do you think there's anyway we could skip ahead a few paces?" He asked

"Is there?" The blonde repeated hinting at money.

"Uh, just let us know when our table is ready," he said, remembering.

"Maybe you can eat some of those fancy peanuts behind the bar." He said

She gave him a look, "You better be joking."

Suddenly, Oliver called out to them, having recognized them.

"Hey!"

They turned around

"Hey Oliver- and someone." Tommy said

"Tommy and Laurel, meet Helena." He said

Laurel looked at her, was she even his type? Wait- why was she thinking about that?

"Nice to meet you." Helena said shaking their hands.

It *obviously* *wasn't* jealousy, but something about this girl felt off to her.

"Pleasure." Tommy said genuinely

Laurel's "Likewise." Was hiding mistrust, and maybe a small amount of jealousy. None that she would recognize though.

"You look beautiful," Oliver said to Laurel

"Thank you," she replied.

The hostess came over, "Mr. Queen, your table is ready."

"When is our table gonna be ready?" Laurel asked

"When it is." She replied

This bitch-

"Why don't you come with us?" Helena offered

Tommy and Oliver were trying to prevent that, "No, no we're just gonna have a drink and-"

"We'd love to." Laurel cut Oliver off.

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked closer to Laurel's ear.

"I'm sure that if I don't eat soon, I'll break something." She whispered back, keeping a smile so the other two didn't see the hostility.

"Noted." Tommy said

Oliver saw the real look, "Uh- that'll be great." He said to the hostess.

They walked off to their table.

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

During the dinner, they were engrossed in conversations of the past. And longtime memories.

"I had forgotten about you filling your dad's pool with beer, how many kegs did that take?" Oliver asked Tommy

"Probably like a thousand," he said laughing

Helena chuckled,

"Man, your father was so pissed. I thought he was gonna drown him in it." Oliver chuckled

"Well.. death by beer, there are worse ways to go, right Helena?" Tommy said

As Helena moved her fork around her food, she responded, "Well, there are no good ways to die."

Helena directed the next question to Laurel, "So when did you and Tommy meet,"

"Well, actually we've all known each other since-"

"Forever." Oliver cut her off.

"Wow.. there must be a lot of history there." Helena inquired

"Sometimes I'd say too much." Tommy replied.

"So, how's the nightclub coming along?" Laurel asked Oliver

"Well, a little slower than I expected. I've been a bit busier than I anticipated." He said

"You must be happy to have the extra help." She chimed in.

He looked at her confused, "What do you-?"

"This is dinner, I'm sure Oliver doesn't want to talk about work stuff." Tommy said

"You didn't ask him?" She whisper/mutters at Tommy

"Ask him what?" Oliver butted in.

Tommy looked mad as Laurel spoke, "Tommy wanted- Well, he said he was gonna ask you about working at your nightclub."

Oliver laughed, this made Tommy feel more put down, unbeknownst to them.

"I didn't think you wanted any responsibility at all."

"Yeah, who'd believe that?" Tommy said in a stoic manner, causing Oliver to notice something was going on.

"You've always wanted to go into a business with Tommy. Don't you think this would be a good opportunity for you both?" Laurel said

"I mean, don't you remember when we went to Aspen and you wanted to open a ski lodge."

Helena was looking away, starting to realize just how close they once were. And she was getting uncomfortable.

"The only thing I remember from Aspen was your father threatening to shoot me if I did anything wrong, because we shared a room with one bed." Oliver said, the two sharing a laugh.

Realization hit Helena,

"Wait- you two used to date.. and now you're dating his best friend?"

Tommy had the hurt in his voice, and jealousy, "Yeah. We're just prime for a reality show aren't we?"

Laurel looked at Tommy and Helena as they both took larger than normal drinks from their wine glasses.

"Tommy, you working for me, that could be.. fun." Oliver said

Tommy stood up, "I'm gonna get some fresh air, I don't feel so good."

Laurel looked after him, "I should probably make sure he's okay."

"Helena, it was nice to meet you." Laurel said looking at them

The damage was already done for Helena, and now there was no going back.

Laurel followed after Tommy, knowing full well he was upset, but she didn’t get why.

“Hey! Cool your roll. What are you so upset about?” She asked

“You just *had* to bring it up to Oliver?” He replied in irritation

“I thought you had asked him.” She said

“Well clearly I hadn’t.”

“I was just trying to help.” She said with a sigh.

He turned around to face her, “No! You were trying to get your white knight to help.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She asked with her hands on her hips.

“What do you think it means?” He questioned

“With you, it’s always gonna be Oliver and Laurel. And I am not going to be your second choice. I have a little more respect for myself than that.”

“Oliver and I are done, for good.” She defended

“If that was really true, I doubt you’d have such an issue with his new girlfriend.” Tommy replied

“Do I have to automatically like the girls Oliver dates?” She questioned in annoyance

“Also, she’s super sketchy.”

“She’s not sketchy, but I’ll tell you this. I’m not gonna sit around and wait as I lose something important to me.”

“So how about you do me a favor and quit. Because losing a fortune will be easier than losing this.” Tommy said before walking away.

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Helena was walking out of the restaurant and Oliver was following behind her, “I’m sorry- How was I supposed to know it was gonna get so weird in there?”

Helena stopped and turned around, “No. I’m sorry.”

“That I ever listened to you.” She began storming off, and Oliver looked confused.

“Helena what are-“

She looked at him, heartbreak. The worst kind of pain she could’ve felt in that moment.”You knew how damaged I was coming into this.”

“I told you I couldn’t be hurt again.”

He looked at her genuinely,”I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“So, how did you think me having dinner with the love of your life was gonna go?”

“She’s the girl you cheated on? The girl you can’t have. The girl whose sister’s grave you used to manipulate me.”

He looked taken aback and confused,

“I saw how you looked at her. I know true love when I see it. And I know, given the chance, you’d be with her.”

“I don’t love her like that anymore.”

She scoffed and turned away from him.

He took her by the wrist.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me.”

The righteous fury, an anger of 1000 men filled her eyes, “And I am done talking.”

She stormed off and as she left, he gritted his teeth, angrily mentally kicking himself

Laurel opened her door to find a downcast, remorseful looking Tommy.

“I came to apologize.” He said

She said nothing, and her expression was unreadable, but she did let him in.

“I know you were trying to help.. but I spit it back in your face.”

“I guess I wasn’t ready to face the reality of things..”

“All of this… you and me.. it’s all just so new.”

“And I just didn’t want you to see…”

She turned to face him, “Just how scared I am.”

“You know.. I’m a few years from 30, and I’ve never had to worry about something not being taken care of.”

“I mean, you’re beautiful, tough, driven and intelligent.” He said

“You’re a million times too good for me, and that was before I was broke.”

“So now.. I wonder if I have anything worthwhile I can bring to whatever we are.”

She smiled at him, “Money was never what was important to me.”

“And really, billionaire was the least attractive quality you had.” She said

“I’m so sorry if I pushed you too hard about the job with Oliver, I really just wanted to help you because of how torn up you were.”

“And he’s your friend, so I thought working with him would be a good idea.”

“It’s okay to ask a friend for help.. you know, you won’t lose your street cred.” She said

He smiled at her kindly, “I’m happy to lose my street cred as long as I don’t lose you.”

She looked at him for a moment before wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, “It might not be easy.. but nothing worth doing is.”

“And if you need someone to lean on.. I’m here. That’s what people who are together do.”

“Together like boyfriend-girlfriend?” He asked

She scrunched her nose, “Don’t ruin this moment, it was going so well for you.”

She said before they laughed together and she kissed him.

✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠♫✧𖣠

Oliver was brooding in the arrow lair, sharpening his arrow heads as he said in his suit, but with the hood down.

Diggle walked up on him, "I didn't expect to hear from you tonight."

He noticed something was wrong with Oliver's silence.

"Something happen?"

Oliver tilted his head back, letting out a tired sigh, "I think you were right."

He picked up an arrow and looked at it closely.

"Okay, about which part?" He asked

"All of it." Oliver said irritated as he stuffed an arrow into his Quiver.

He looked down and hurt before he spoke again, "I should've listened to you."

Diggle began to circle around to the front of the desk holding the arrows, "Oliver, you said you wanted to help her change."

"But the sad truth is.. she already did."

"When her father killed her fiancé..: she became something dark and twisted."

"You see that now, right?" He asked

Oliver looked at him, "The problem is, deep down, I already did. I just refused to listen to my own instincts."

"I was so caught up in the possibility of... She knew me as I am, and I thought maybe I could have someone I didn't have to push away. That after everything.. maybe the universe owed me one."

"But all I did was cause more damage."

"I looked into her eyes tonight.. I can't stop her from going past the edge. She's already jumped over it."

The triad was at a table, drinking and Gambling when one of their phones rang. Then another, than a third.

"Shénme?" (What?) Zhishan replied.

On the other end of his phone, a man said, "Yǒu de huà jiù chūqù ba!!" (Get out of there!)

The men looked up, and suddenly the oak doors slammed open. Helena entered guns blazing in her beta Huntress gear.

She fired two shots into the man, closest to the door. This knocked him and killed him instantly.

She fired a third, taking out a side man, her aim was much better than it used to be.

She kicked the next man, and grabbed him with her legs, using them to flip him down. She grabbed a hold of his arm and broker it before kicking him back again.

Zhishan was sitting and spoke directly to her as she stood back up, "Yù bàochóu, xiān wā liǎng fén.," (When you seek vengeance, dig two graves first)

"Yī fèn gěi nǐ de dírén, yī fèn gěi nǐ zìjǐ." (One for your enemy, and one for yourself)

((Author would like to take this time to remind everyone that she knows she's translations are likely barely accurate at all))

She looked at him and spoke, "I don't speak Chinese. So I'm just gonna assume you said goodbye."

She shot him twice as she held up two pistols, and he fell back in his chair to the floor.

She kneeled next to him as he groaned and bled out, "Tell your mistress, Frank Bertinelli sends his regards."

She smirked and walked away.

Felicity walked slowly to the glass door outside of Walter's office. She was anxious for her job security.

She opened the door and announced her presence, "You wanted to see me, Mr. Steele?"

"And uh- did I mention that it's almost Christmas. And many of the suicides this time of year are due to sudden job loss?"

He looked to the book on his desk and slid it forward as she walked in.

"I want you to find out what you can about that notebook, where it was bought, where it was made. And what it all means."

"Yes, sir." She said as she picked it up.

"Felicity," he looked at her

"I asked Josiah Hudson, the old head of security to check into some of this, and he died the next day, under questionable circumstances."

"What I may be asking of you.. this mystery... Are you sure you wanna do it?"

She looked at him, "I can't stand mysteries."

"They need to be solved."

She walked off, and as she did, he looked concerned of what secrets the book may be surrounding, and how dangerous they might be.

The Hood was walking through the warehouse the Huntress had been. And he discovered 4 members of the Triad dead, one was Zhishan.

He kneeled down to get a better look before dialing Diggle.

"What's the situation?" He asked

"War." The Hood replied bluntly.

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

Frank was in his house on his phone, "Boss, we just got word. Zhishan was killed."

"Then we know what's coming next," Frank replied

"Tell everyone to strap up."

On the outside of the property, there were guards.

China White snuck behind a man, looking towards the opposite direction and slit his throat.

"Bù liú xià rènhé huókǒu," (Leave no one alive) She said to the group of men with her.

The people in the triad rushed around the property, slicing and killing people on their way.

A guard inside spoke into his walkie-talkie, “Ricco isn’t answering his, check it out.”

Before he himself was killed.

The Triad silently rushed through the lower front doors.

As a man rushed up the stairs, The Hood fired an arrow and he fell back down the stairs with a thud.

The Hood jumped over the railing and was going to make his way to Frank before he too, was murdered.

Frank was in another room as he heard the gunshots as more and more of his men were taken down and killed.

He rushed to his safe and began inputting the combination.

In it was a laptop, he took it out and placed it inside a brief case.

He carried his handheld firearm with him.

China lunged into a man protecting from behind, and took him out.

She held a knife to his head, “Frank Bertinelli, this is for Zhishan.”

The Hood shot an arrow, knocking the knife out of her hand.

He shot an arrow into her knee, and she fell down.

He held his bow up and Frank pointed his gun at him, he listened to the gunshots from the automatic behind him and repointed his bow, firing the arrow behind him.

“Run!” He called out.

As The Hood moved he punched down a man that tried to attack him and then he moved forward.

A man tried to sneak up on Frank, but he heard him and knocked him down with a single perfect shot.

He used a column to guard himself from incoming AK shots.

He fired back three times knocking down all three men who were trying to push him.

There was another using a lamp and table as cover, he couldn’t get a clear shot, so he ran through.

He finally made it outside, but he was being chased by the masked vigilante who held a crossbow and wore a mostly black outfit, but with purple spots in the tailcoat and the back of her shoulders.

She fired a shot into his kneecap and he fell over, yelling in pain. He dropped the briefcase.

He moved onto his back so he could face her as he held onto his knee.

When he turned around, the mask was off and he could see Helena. And her face.

"Oh-"

He was hurt and confused, "Helena?"

"What is this?"

"This- is payback for Michael." She said, her voice cold and callous.

"I know you had him killed. Salvati told me."

"I did it- for the family!" He yelled in pain.

Rage and tears filled her voice as she spoke, "I had to take everything away from you.. because that's exactly what you did to me."

She aimed the crossbow at him, "You finally know what it feels like to know your own blood is responsible for the death of your whole world."

As she prepared to shoot, she was crying as an arrow whistled and knocked the crossbow out of her hands.

She ragefully turned around and faced him.

She walked and anger and as she came to him face to face, she had nothing in her face but hate. And she attempted to strike him.

He moved back.

And as she tried to high kick at him, he dodged under it.

He had an advantage with his training and his right state of mind as he fought.

He kneeled down, grabbed her leg and flipped her over.

As he stood back up, she snuck back up and jumped on his back.

He flipped her back over as he evaded.

She threw another punch, almost landed it and he twisted around with another punch.

She knocked him to the ground and started punching at him, he avoided getting hit as much as possible. All while Frank reached for the crossbow.

As they got back up, the Hood noticed Frank aiming the bow towards the side of Helena.

"No!" He shouted as Frank hit her with a shot to the shoulder.

The Hood went over and knocked out Frank with a single punch.

He rushed over to her as he noticed her low breathing,

"Helena?"

There was a police siren in the background.

He picked her up and carried her before the cops caught him on the scene, leaving Frank there.

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In his lair he watched Helena, waiting to see if she would wake back up. His hood was off.

She gasped as she woke up,

“Easy, you were lucky.” He said

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” She asked with venom in her tone

“He’s a criminal and he’s a monster.” She said as she got up, “Why would you save him?”

“I wasn’t saving him. I was saving you.”

“You think that because you’ve killed that you can understand and take the toll… but it’s not so easy. Especially when it’s your father.”

“I’m not going to stop.” She said

“The Police got him.” He said

“They don’t have evidence, it’ll never stick.” She said angrily

“They do now.” He said

“The laptop” she realized.

“Helena, he’s going away for the rest of his life. This… is justice.” He said even in this moment, still holding onto that last inch of hope.

Until it was destroyed again,

“Then I guess you were right all along. Revenge is more satisfying.”

She began waking off and over to the stairs, “And stay out of my way Oliver, or else people finding out your little secret will be the least of your worries.”

He stormed over to the stairs, but still tried to reach her humanity, “Helena.”

But she did look back at him,

“I never meant to… Everything I’ve done is because I care about you, and… I’m sorry.” He said

“Too bad I can’t say the same.” She said coldly as she left.

Diggle walked into the Big Belly Burger and saw Carly cleaning up the counter, “Hey, thanks for the call.”

“What are Ex-Sister-In-Law’s for?” She asked

He chuckled before walking over to the Table Oliver was at,

“Chili Cheese Fries with Jalapeño? That’s a cry for help if I ever heard one.” Diggle said as he took a seat.

“I’m not sure which hurts worse.. this, or a bullet laced with curare.” Oliver said

“Been there, done that. Definitely the bullet.” Diggle said

They both laughed some.

Oliver looked down and Diggle spoke up, “Now Oliver, I’m no expert at this… but I don’t think love is about changing or saving someone.”

“It’s about finishing someone who’s already the right fit.”

Oliver noticed Carly looking at Diggle as he said this.

“Someday you will.”

And that particular person may take a while to get back to, especially after everything he’s done and will do with that particular relationship.

“I burned that bridge.” Oliver laughed a little, “Napalmed it, actually.”

“So things didn’t work out exactly how you planned.” He said

“But you did save Frank Bertinelli’s life, and he won’t be seeing the light of day anytime soon. So I’d say justice won out.”

He let out a laugh, “Helena does *not* see it that way. At all.”

“You opened up. Took a risk with your heart. The you that I met never could have.”

“And when you meet the right person, she’ll be worth the wait.”

Oliver slid the fries and his cup of water to Diggle, and then they both started to laugh

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

Felicity came into Walter’s office and turned off the lights,

He took notice, “What are you doing?”

“It needs to be dark in here if we’re going to do this.”

“Aand, if I would’ve thought about that sentence before speaking just now, I never would have just said that.” She said as she handed him back the book.

“Now take a look.”

He opened the book and flipped through some pages, “I don’t see anything.”

From the side, Felicity pulled some Ultra light glasses.

“I got these from applied sciences, They're able to pick up the subvisible variations in the UV spectrum.”

He put them on his face, “Now, take another look.”

And through the glasses he saw that list of names on the pages.

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At the Queen Mansion, Oliver was in the common area, he was alone as he watched and listened to the rain.

And that’s when Tommy walked in.

“Uh, hey.” Oliver said

“Hey.. Uh look.. I’m sorry about last night.” Tommy said

“I’m sorry, us sitting at the same table- I never should have let it go so far, it was stupid.” Oliver said

“No. I was stupid.”

“And honestly… I was just upset because of something else I hadn’t been able to stomach telling you due to my own insecurities.”

“It’s uh, my dad. He cut me off.”

“Froze my funds.”

“Really?” Oliver asked surprised

“Why didn’t you say anything.”

“It’s just a cumulation of everything, jealousy, fear and shame among a few other emotions I’m not exactly used to feeling.” He admitted

Oliver smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Tommy, my trust fund is your trust fund.”

“No. That’s the easy answer.”

“And believe me, I have loved easy answers.

“But if I’m gonna change, and I *need* to. I have to do things differently.”

“And that starts with me asking you if I can have a job?”

“It just so happens that I have a general manager position that is available.” Oliver said

“You're… probably the guy for the job.”

“Will I be getting dental? This smile wasn't cheap.” Tommy was *mostly* joking.

“I'll look into that.”

They laughed before Tommy hugged him.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

Tommy noticed something up with Oliver, “Ate you okay?”

“I will be.”

“Did something happen with Helena?” Tommy asked

“We… had a falling out.”

“I’m sure I’ll see her again soon enough.”

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Top 9 Christmas movies to watch 🎅🎆

May the Christmas bring you more joy!! As you are planning to watch Christmas movies I've find Not top 10 but still 9 new Christmas movies to watch and benefits of watching. here we go!!

As all you know that Christmas comes in fall that's why falling for Christmas is on 🎄

No.1 Falling For Christmas A 36 years old woman Lindsay Lohan lose her memory after skiing accident and meet lodge owner widower at Christmastime. This movie is romantic, funny and comedy, a lot of really funny moments in it. It's really a movie about redemption, or finding your way back to the right path after you've been a spoiled kid.

So are you Spirited to watch Christmas movies That's where Spirited comes on 🌟

No.2 Spirited This movie has a story that Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Yet-to-Come, have led a team of afterlife spirits in helping find and redeem one new human soul or “perp” every Christmas. There will be funny moments and comedy in the movie also with musical comedy you will meet past, present, and future ghosts that will be fun

There's no Christmas movie without story that brings to 🌌🌠

No.3 A Christmas Story Christmas.

You will see man Ralphie returns with his family to celebrate magical Christmas like the one he had as a child. after the Old Man dies, Ralphie takes his family to his childhood home, reuniting with his mom and old friends, while being tasked to deliver a memorable Christmas. Movie is packed with family funny scenes, comedy and some emotional touches.

We celebrate Christmas day as holiday special so 🎉

No.4 The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special

The Guardians are on a mission to make Christmas unforgettable for Quill and head to Earth in search of the perfect present. This movie is based on Action-adventure, Science fiction, comedy, and Superhero.

Now your Christmas holds secrets to the past. 🤫

No.5  The Noel Diary This movie is drama based movie with The Noel Diary by Richard Paul Evans where a best-selling author returns home at Christmas to settle his mother's estate, he finds a diary that holds secrets to the past. Movie has emotional touches, facing the past and Christmas celebrations,

Christmas is nothing without fun and twists!🎅

No.6 Something from Tiffany's A woman who gets up-ended when an engagement ring that was for someone else leads her to the person she's meant to be with. You will be excited by watching this movie finding funny and adventures story with Christmas joy.

Making violent Christmas Eve!😉

No.7 Violent Night Comedy Action Movie with Santa Claus, who fights mercenaries, who have taken a wealthy family hostage in their home. In movie An elite team of mercenaries breaks into a family compound on Christmas Eve.

Adding music and magic to Christmas! 🎶

No. 8 Matilda the Musical where Matilda, an extraordinary girl armed with a sharp mind and a vivid imagination, dares to take a stand against her oppressive parents and head teacher to change her story with miraculous results. This fantasy movie is An adaptation of Matilda by Roald Dahl, that was a same story of 2011 movie. Have you watched that one? Write it down below. Coming in strange!😀

No.9  Strange World The Clades are a legendary family of explorers whose differences threaten to topple their latest and most crucial mission into uncharted and treacherous territory. After all this movie is full with comedy and Adventure.

All done!!! This all from me what about you? Are you going to watch these movies or have you already watched? Which movie did you find best for Christmas? Or what Christmas movie moments make you LOL? write it down below for more Follow, Share it with others, Like for being a part of this whole, and until next time care yours!!

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Girl Meets World Timeline

Compiled list of all the GMW episodes in story order (from @theowldetective & @emmying)

Season One: 

Girl Meets World 

Girl Meets Boy 

Girl Meets the Truth 

Girl Meets Sneak Attack 

Girl Meets Brother 

Girl Meets Father 

Girl Meets Crazy Hat 

Girl Meets World: Of Terror

Girl Meets Friendship 

Girl Meets Farkle’s Choice 

Girl Meets Popular 

Girl Meets Maya’s Mother 

Girl Meets Home for the Holidays 

Girl Meets 1961 

Girl Meets Game Night 

Girl Meets Flaws 

Girl Meets the Forgotten 

Girl Meets Smackle 

Girl Meets Fish (aired during season 2, listed under season 1 on Disney+)

Girl Meets Master Plan 

Girl Meets First Date 

Season Two:

Girl Meets Demolition 

Girl Meets Gravity 

Girl Meets the New World 

Girl Meets the Secret of Life 

Girl Meets Pluto 

Girl Meets Mr. Squirrels 

Girl Meets Tell-Tale Tot 

Girl Meets Commonism 

Girl Meets Hurricane 

Girl Meets Mr. Squirrels Goes to Washington 

Girl Meets Rules 

Girl Meets the New Teacher 

Girl Meets Belief 

Girl Meets Yearbook 

Girl Meets World: Of Terror 2 

Girl Meets Semi-Formal 

Girl Meets I am Farkle

Girl Meets Creativity 

Girl Meets STEM 

Girl Meets Cory & Topanga 

Girl Meets the Forgiveness Project 

Girl Meets Rah Rah 

Girl Meets Rileytown 

Girl Meets Money 

Girl Meets Texas 1 

Girl Meets Texas 2 

Girl Meets Texas 3 

Girl Meets the New Year 

Girl Meets Bay Window

Girl Meets Legacy 

Season Three:

Girl Meets High School: Part One

Girl Meets High School: Part Two

Girl Meets Jexica

Girl Meets Permanent Record

Girl Meets Triangle

Girl Meets Upstate

Girl Meets True Maya

Girl Meets Ski Lodge Part 1

Girl Meets Ski Lodge Part 2

Girl Meets I Do

Girl Meets the Real World

Girl Meets Bear

Girl Meets the Great Lady of New York

Girl Meets She Don’t Like Me

Girl Meets World of Terror 3

Girl Meets Her Monster

Girl Meets Hollyworld

Girl Meets a Christmas Maya

World Meets Girl

Girl Meets Sweet Sixteen

Girl Meets Goodbye

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Girl Meets World Season 4 Episodes and Synopsises

1x1 - Girl Meets Growing Up

Riley and her friends fear that in Junior year they will be so caught up in College and Growing that they will not have time for each other so they make a pact for the Sophomore Year.

1x2 - Girl Meets Freshman

The Gang walks the school exercising their Hugh School Experience and Performing the “Service” they got last year as well as getting to know the New Senior Class.

1x3 - Girl Meets Lucas and Zay

When a problem back in Texas brings Lucas and Zay together, The group tries to make sense of the situation and analyze what brought them together.

1x4 - Girls Meets New York City

Riley goes to Maya’s old apartment and realizes life outside of The New York suburbs for real.

1x5 - Girl Meets Move In

When Maya moves into her new house upstate with Shawn, she gets emotional about leaving where she started and now living with another person.

1x6 - Girl Meets Alphabetical Order

The group figures out just how different they really are from each other. Auggie and Ava have a sleepover and pour out their feelings

1x7 - Girl Meets Mr. Matthews

Riley accidentally digs up tapes that give a whole new look on her father. Maya helps her blackmail her father with information she knows. Auggie and Ava learn the concept of Blackmail

1x8 - Girl Meets New Dad

Maya learns to live with Shawn’s embarrassing and invasive rules. Maya acts out when she finds Shawn snooping on her computer.

1x9 - Girl Meets Scars

The group hits an awkward situation when the rest of the school still thinks the triangle is on-going. Riley gets offended when the school expresses their wants for Maya and Lucas to be together.

1x10 - Girl Meets Auggie’s Birthday

This year, Riley is out in charge to organize the best birthday ever for Auggie and she is determined to succeed.

1x11 - Girl Meets Squad

The group has an argument when a girl wants to join their friend group, Maya and Riley learn what it would mean to have new friends.

1x12 - Girl Meets Boys

A Field Trip to New York brings Evan up to Riley and Charlie has gone through “The Hot Over Summer Treatment”. Jealousy threatens to overcome Lucas

1x13 - Girl Meets Smart

When Farkle is selected for a worldly ranked Mathematics Competition, The group learns what it’s like to be in Farkle’s shadow.

1x14 - Girl Meets Dress Code

When Maya’s shoulders show through her dress, she takes a stand against the dress code.

1x15 - Girl Meets Responsibility

Riley is now Responsible for Dinner, Auggie and Herself at Home because of her age. We also see the characters struggle through their newfound responsibilities.

1x16 - Girl Meets Sweet Sixteen, Again!

Riley and Maya decide to have a dual sweet sixteen between the two of them but they struggle to decide on a theme. Auggie gets envious of the attention Riley is getting.

1x17 - Girl Meets Clubs

Riley decides to join Band with Maya. When Maya turns out to be a band genius, Riley gets jealous of her best friend.

1x18 - Girl Meets World of Terror 3

The group discovers why they are drawn to each other in the first place when their feelings show boldly.

1x19 - Girl Meets Drive

The gang couldn’t be more excited about their driver’s test

1x20 - Girl Meets Homecoming

The group dresses formally to attend the Homecoming Ball. Riley decides she wants to redo her kiss with Lucas.

1x21 - Girl Meets Adoption Part 1

Maya is ecstatic to be Adopted but the situation turns when she finds out her birth dad has to sign the papers.

1x22 - Girl Meets Adoption Part 2

The adoption ceremony is final and everyone comes together for it

1x23 - Girls Meets Long Game

Maya thinks she has everything Riley has now but is envious when she realizes that her and Lucas are official unlike her and Josh. Maya works but the courage to ask Josh about what they are.

1x24 - Girl Meets Middle School

The group takes a trip back to the middle school on the last day of sophomore year and discuss college, their lives as they know it, and what’s to come.

[yellowbadgergirl]

Maya Hart

big girls cry // welcome to my life // dancing on my own // moments 

[gmwships]

[luckycheesefoodie321]

I’m currently watching Girl Meets Ski Lodge pt 1+2 while eating Milo cereal and drinking sprite at 4 in the afternoon and I reckon I’ve reached peak uni student

[phoenixyfriend]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I want A QuinObi AU With a Hallmark Christmas Movie plot

Someone who went away to have a big city job comes home to their little rural town for the first time in five years and falls in love with their childhood friend, realizes that they are actually unhappy at their big city job, and decides to Return To The Low-Speed Life They Love I just can't decide which one's which

I brought this up on Discord and @deniigi said:

asdfjasFASFS:LDFJADSf these two are BOTH big city people Bail is the Bail is the rural guy Bail is like 'here is how we cut wood' and Quin tries and fucks up but Obi-Wan works out and has bigger arms than you'd expect both Quin and Bail watch him go to town

Your high school boyfriend comes back with his husband in tow and it's fine, you are also married (though your wife has been joking about having a threesome with your One That Got Away since they met at your wedding) and you think? They might be aiming at poly?

Someone puts Obi-Wan in a tank top and flannel that's open just enough to let the chest hair show through.

Plus a knit beanie (Breha gave it to him).

Bail does not want to think that Quinlan is funny but he is very funny and charming even if he cannot walk in the snow and he and Obi-Wan are clinging to each other in ice skates

Quinlan cannot chop firewood but he does know seventeen ways to light a fire, at least five of which Bail has never encountered before

Bail complaining to Breha like "I can't compete with the leather and motorcycle I am doomed." "Darling, I don't think it's the leather and motorcycle that grabbed Obi-Wan's interest."

Bail: I can't grow my hair that long either I'll look ridiculous Breha, texting Obi-Wan: down….2…..f--

Anakin comes roaring into town with a wife, twins, and a concerningly ripped teenage girl in the backseat. Bail is relieved that he at least knows one (1) person that is randomly coming to his little snowy town this winter. He's not going to ask how Padme happened to get married to someone from around here, he's just thankful she's here.

I also need Breha to bully Quinlan out of his leather in favor of a nice sweater.

Obi-Wan doesn't even celebrate Christmas, but he does want all the eggnog so he angles to get himself invited to all the parties anyway. He is coming to your party for canapes, not Jesus.

I want Quinlan's day job to be Male Model (it is a cover for Weird Spy Things), just for Bail to have another stupid thing to angst over.

From @catboydogma:

breha walks into their bedroom and bail is simply contemplating one of quinlan's magazine spreads in silence reading glasses on

"So is this a Do or a Be?" "Yes."

I think the Organas run a ski lodge. But like. A homey, cozy one.

Obi-Wan is a novelist, so we can have him move back home without actually having to quit his job.

(Everyone who meets him is always surprised because they are very gory horror novels.)

(At least one is basically the plot of the Geonosian brain worm episode)