#in a 24/7 grocery parking lot

[rosicheeks]

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[jackalhadrurusluvr]

craaaaaaazy that my dad was apologizing for being angry in front of me earlier (hashtag number one trigger for yours truly) and his girlfriend was like "no you dont need to apologize" girl you just simply cannot be surprised your children dont like you very much if thats what your stance is

[godihatethiswebsite]

Tethered Bonds

✽ Poly 141 x f!reader (Omegaverse AU)

A lucky stroke of fate led you right into the arms of your alpha soulmates. But is it everything you dreamed it would be or just the continuation of a nightmare?

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Part One - A twisted fate

I'm gonna be honest: this came to me in a tired, period induced haze and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing but the bunnies would not let me stop until I finished it. Was supposed to be a oneshot... until it wasn't XD Hoping this is just gonna be a short little pet project on the side. Lemme know if I missed any triggers!

Trigger warnings: SA (not by the 141), biting, claiming, angst, depression, self harm

[Edit 7/16/24: updated relationship tags]

The parking lot was a certified mess to navigate, a veritable winter hellscape with the continual snowfall keeping the pavement slick and churning around spinning wheels to create a thick dirty slush. Packed cars fought for spaces towards the front of the store, wanting to avoid the headache of trudging through sloppy sleet, heavy carts overflowing with expensive gifts and last minute groceries.

Parents loaded up their trunks for their upcoming banquets. Little ones chattered in youthful exuberance about brightly wrapped packages and a jolly fat man. Festively dressed bell ringers exhausted their muscles for the cause of charity, offering joyous smiles to those passing by gracious enough to offer a token. Even six inches of heavy wet snowfall were not enough to deter shoppers from their mood. Coupled with the obnoxiously boisterous music that met you at the door it was almost impossible not to get swept up in the infectious holiday spirit.

Almost.

You hadn’t bothered joining the chaotic dominance for prime parking, opting to choose the very last row towards the street instead of wasting precious minutes yelling profanities out the window to an uppity pack trying to steal your spot. The harsh wind burned your face and nipped at your skin, pulling the woolen scarf tighter around your neck and up over your bitten nose. You avoided eye contact with the chipper lady at the front, not wanting to feel guilty for not donating when you barely had enough to scrape by as it is.

Normally you avoided venturing out this close to Christmas unless absolutely necessary. Holidays haven't meant much to you in recent years since your parent’s untimely passing and you hated the constant reminder of ‘the most wonderful time of the year’. Sure, there were still your other two alpha fathers, but they’d opted for someplace warmer in their age and visitation was difficult with your busy work schedule. Your younger brother wasn’t almost worth mentioning with his new prissy family somewhere up north. That bridge was burned the day he called you a harlot.

Needless to say, you’d become something of a grinch.

You’d been miserably sick the week prior and ate through most of your stockpile of hoarded food, not enough remaining to keep blowing off shopping with the bustling crowds. If you wanted to last past New Years then a trip into town was unavoidable.

The intense blast of hot air from the overhead heaters thawed your aching bones upon entering the store, shaking the accumulated dampness from your head and shoulders but leaving the thick cloth covering the lower half of your face. It would help you in your endeavors to get through the aisles expediently without irritating your delicate omega olfactory senses. 

It got harder to distinguish the source of fragrances this time of year, when folk spent their days burrowed away from the bitter cold surrounded by the comforts of the season. A chilled glass of rich subtly spiced eggnog, smokey cedar logs crackling in the hearth, sweet woodsy pine wreaths and garlands wrapped around thick oak banisters, trees decorated with peppermint candy canes and dried strings of popcorn. 

Gingerbread, mulled wine, cinnamon, orange, clove; a bountiful buffet of complementary aromas. Your own father had smelled of cranberry sauce once upon a time (it made the holidays that much harder when he was gone). And with so many people filling the space - even with the heating fans working overtime trying to filter out most of it - it could get difficult trying to figure out whether a boozy scent originated from a lovely beta or the soaked rum cake she was placing in her cart.

Honestly if it weren't for the outrageous delivery fees you would've had the groceries dropped off instead of enduring the aggressive pheromones floating through the air. Alas this was one of your few exceptions to your hermit lifestyle.

Truthfully, it wasn’t just December that had you hesitant to leave the sanctuary of your meager apartment. 

For the past few years, you’d been battling a severe case of agoraphobia, something you’d been working on wholeheartedly with a therapist since the accident that made you so. It had crippled you to the point that even daring to have the blinds open on your windows sent you spiraling into that dark abyss of cackling distress, panic consuming every last ounce of breath until you found yourself minutes later curled up on the bathroom floor, lightheaded and queasy.

Nausea was a constant in your life, along with the cold sweat that had you sleeping on a towel just to keep from ruining your bedsheets. Lethargy was embedded in your muscle fibers. A searing ache in your throat. The painful deep tugging in your chest an ever present reminder of the uphill battle you fought each time you opened your crusty sleep filled eyes. Depression was your best friend, curled around you in a false sense of comfort where it was easier to slip into a maladaptive headspace than face the truth of your harsh reality.

But despite the physical manifestations of your trauma, you’d made good strides so far with your weekly sessions. It had been a difficult road getting to this point and your therapist praised you for your dedication to not letting it hinder the life you had ahead. You weren’t sure what it looked like, but you tried all the same.

Like a hound that heard you calling, that ominous presence that filled you with dread came crawling into the back of your skull, mittened hand discreetly itching at the wool around your neck and scratching the irritated skin beneath. Forcing yourself to take a few deep breaths until it settled, you grabbed one of the many baskets available and began the trek weaving down the rows of food.

Christmas was about a week away and the mobs were out in full force. Thankfully the items you were on the hunt for were not the same ingredients needed by everyone else. There was the occasional overlap of things like milk, eggs, bread, etc. But there was no call for a full sized turkey or spiraled ham; no sweet potato casserole or chocolate yule log to bake. Just some bologna, shredded cheese, a couple packs of ramen, and a few other household things here you were running low on. 

Maybe for the hell of it you’d stop in the frozen section and find yourself a mini cheesecake to splurge on for when you inevitably opened that bottle of fireball sitting on the shelf come next Tuesday, forced to listen to your upstairs neighbors' horrendous attempts at Christmas caroling.

Halfway through the store, your browsing was interrupted by an alluring scent swirling somewhere nearby.

Citrusy. Acidic. Sweet. Airy. 

Your scarf had slipped off your face when you bent down to grab something off the lower racks, exposing you to the freshly baked goods across the way. Someone nearby was carrying a batch of lemon cupcakes, your mouth watering as the scent invaded your tastebuds and forced a pleasant hum from the back of your throat. 

Something curled in your chest like a finger beckoning forward, begging for an acknowledgement that had you standing at rapt attention. Your body seemed to move on its own, head swiveling like a rickety chair, scanning the nearby vicinity - for what, you couldn’t say. The inner omega that prowled just underneath the surface vibrated restlessly, choking back a needy whine while your eyes swept over the closest individuals. Something primal had called out to you, throwing your hormones out of whack, piecing together invisible clues so obviously standing right in front of you. 

The summery concoction felt so out of place in the harsh winter months, swirling and nagging at the base of your spine, urgent and loud and taking up too much space until you felt like you could drown in its tang–

Your muscles locked in place, gaze affixed to something - someone - at the end of the aisle. 

A big someone. An alpha.

And he was massive.

There was a natural musculature that came with the inherited alpha genetics. Beta’s could grow to a similar size if they worked at it, but there was a casual arrogance that was impossible to mistake with the former designation. Even still, this man towered over most others in the vicinity, lesser alphas giving a wide berth to the intimidating figure currently staring down at his phone screen. Thick grey hoodie pulled up over his head, a black military jacket layered over top. Dark wash jeans led down to warm boots hefty enough to stomp a man’s skull in. Messy dark blonde hair peeked out from up top, a black surgical mask covering the lower half of his face from view.

He couldn’t have given off any more ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes if he had it tattooed across his forehead. There was nothing sinister about his bearing per se - one hand casually shoved into a coat pocket as he leaned back against one of the dessert displays - but there was a coiled alertness that gave you the distinct impression he was more aware of his surroundings than he led you to believe.

One thing was for certain: you were never more sure of anything in your less than perfect life that that man was your scent match.

Your lungs expanded in your chest to drink in more of his scent. Palms turned sweaty, hair on the back of your neck prickled, the weight of the basket on your arm all but forgotten. Your throat parched at the prospect of getting to shove your face against his scent gland and taste the delectable lemony goodness right off his skin. 

People went lifetimes never meeting their perfect scent matches. The odds of you ever encountering one wasn’t even worth holding out hope for. Over seven billion people on the planet and you had to win an epic fucking lottery to get as lucky as you just did. Bonding ceremonies like that made the news for how rare it was. You’d never even dreamed of this happening, making peace with the idea that mates only existed in fairytale romance.

You just about dropped your groceries when he was joined shortly thereafter by another gorgeous male, slightly shorter by a few inches and not as broadly built. Rich dark skin, effortlessly cool street style, short black curls, and a dazzling pearly white smile.

This new alpha didn’t seem to flinch in the presence of the other, lemon cupcake glancing up only briefly to acknowledge the newcomer whose toasted coconut aroma barrelled right into you, colliding like a runaway freight at an unguarded intersection. Gulping down mouthfuls of air like a fish heaving on dry land, your head spun wildly at the nutty intrusion; smokey yet sweet, conjuring images of a warm evening bonfire on a lush sandy beach. 

Hope bloomed in your chest something fierce and bright. Your omega preened in unbridled delight, pawing at the surface, eager to get her hands on the two beautiful specimens whose every atom screamed ‘mine’. Tears stung behind your eyes, a mixture of relief and elation, vibrant like bursting fireworks and twinkling Christmas lights. 

What would you say to them? Do you approach them first? Should you wait for them to scent you back or try to pretend you didn’t smell them yet? What did their voices sound like? You could see their lips moving, even if the ones’ were hidden behind a surgical mask. Tenor, baritone, rumbly bass? What were their names? Where did they live? Was this really happening right now?! 

Something twisted and gnarled sunk its claws into your subconscious, rearing its ugly head in protest at the newfound revelation, but for the first time in years you didn’t fucking care. 

They were here. Your alphas. Your pack. Your salvation.

“Babes!” 

Decadent chocolate floated past you, a small apology from her lips as the omega brushed by, bumping her arm against yours on the way to her intended destination. You’d hardly noticed, too caught up in your own inner monologue and girlish fantasies to barely manage a quiet ‘no worries’.

For a split second, your eyes met coconut’s beautiful luscious brown, breath catching in your throat as the object of your desire finally seemed to take note of your existence. It was like gazing into the threads of the universe, pulling taut between you in a cosmic symphony that brought your stardust back together from whence it scattered at the dawn of time. 

A perfect part of an incomplete whole.

…until those shimmering umber pools shifted left, aimed at the bubbly figure headed right towards them. 

Huh?

Confusion as both alphas turned their full undivided attention to the dark haired omega, holding out a box of something for them to inspect and smiling when it met their approval, an affectionate pat on the head from lemon for her success that left her beaming with pride. 

That’s when you noticed it - peeking out underneath the collar of her elegant peacoat. A faint white crescent moon shaped scar, standing out against her lightly tanned skin, a matching one a little farther down. 

Mating bites. A bonded omega. 

And your scent matched alphas were gazing lovingly at her as if she’d hung the stars. 

She was theirs. They’d already found their mate. 

And it wasn’t you.

Something died in your chest, a broken scream torn silent from your soul as it condensed into a burning black hole. Agony unlike anything you’ve ever known, piercing your fragile heart and burrowing like a plague into your veins until the sickness had spread to every corner of your being. Your omega clawed at her eyes, willing the visions in front of you to vanish like a twisted mirage, begging for a bullet to erase the image of coconut planting a soft forehead kiss before wrapping an arm around her waist and turning to leave. 

A dejected whine ripped from your throat as you took an unconscious step forward, hand vaguely outreached, instincts screaming to chase after them and make them choose you instead of her. But you did no such thing. You watched helplessly as the alphas who were supposedly destined for you by the stars turned their backs on your pathetic existence.

This couldn't be happening. Why was this happening?! Please turn around!!!

With the same circulating air that had guided their scents to you, the wind in the store shifted.

Lemon cupcake went ramrod straight, whipping his head around so fast you were worried it’d go flying off his shoulders. It was uncanny the way he immediately zeroed in on your poor trembling figure, standing in the middle of a crowded aisle, uncaring to the concerned glances of the other shoppers as he unknowingly ruined your life. 

Recognition sparked deep behind voided irises before going completely neutral, steeling his expression but remaining unmoving as stone. It’s like the two of you were locked into place, orbiting each other by an invisible tether, watery eyes begging the ones staring back to please… please not leave you behind.

Coconut halted in his own step at the end of the aisle, sniffing the air for a moment with a furrowed brow, glancing over his shoulder at lemon, asking him something too far away to overhear. You can only assume the contents of his reply, the slightest shift of his mask the only tell he’d responded before coconut turned to face you as well.

This time garnered more of a physical reaction than the last, jaw dropping while staring just as unabashedly as his alpha companion. Eyes swept from head to toe, cataloging every minute detail the same as you’d done to them. Pupils dilated exponentially, nostrils flaring taking in the crisp pear scent you exuded, memorizing every facet and swallowing it down like a ravenous predator.

What a sight you must’ve made; eyes red and puffy from the tears that now flowed freely from suffering instead of the earlier jubilation, meek and sheepish and falling apart at the seams. What a piss poor impression to give the men fated to be your mates.

There was a brief moment where coconut seemed to match your initial energy, a flash of something saccharine and longing, only for it to collapse under the grueling weight of our fatalistic reality. There was an internal struggle in the crease of his brow, the downturned expression souring behind clenched teeth and tight fists. But more than that there was pity - pity at how you couldn’t have met sooner. Pity that you’d had to discover them like this, a woman on their arm and bite marks on her neck. Pity that they hadn’t had faith that they would be the lucky ones in a packed society.

You can make out a question on the chocolate omega’s perfectly pouty lips, trying to put the jigsaw together as to why her alphas were suddenly acting this way while glancing between the three of you.

Ignoring her, coconut takes a half step forward; you take two steps back. There’s an apology in your watery eyes, a hushed ‘merry christmas’ too strained for their ears. Your heart’s beating too loudly, your breath comes too shallow. You don’t even realize you’re sucking in heaving sobs until a gentle hand of a passerby lands on your shoulder, snapping you out of the chaos of your psyche. 

You can’t take it any more; the shame, the embarrassment, the gut wrenching defeat. 

The basket falls to the floor with a loud clatter, startling the people nearby who let out shrieks and gasps of surprise as the spilled contents inside break open and shatter. Eggs crack, milk pours onto the mud trekked tile, a fragile jar of strawberry jam splatters across someones pristine boots with an indignant shout.

A smooth tenor voice calls out ‘WAIT’, but you’ve already rounded the corner, barreling through the crowds of happy smiles and ecstatic giggles, too torn up inside to feel anything but desolation at the future so cruelly ripped from your fingers.

The crisp frigid air smacks the breath from your lungs, winter boots slapping on the slushy frozen ground. The squeal of brakes accompanies you as you sprint uncaringly through the bustling traffic, horns honking and voices shouting, muffled and far away as you drown in the whirlwind of your mind. It’s a miracle you’re not hit by a car, an even bigger one that you make it back to your own unscathed.

Slamming the car door shut, you smack your padded palms repeatedly against the steering wheel, banshee wailing your vocal cords raw in despair. The dark presence creeps in once more, a mocking chill down your spine as it caresses your fractured soul. The nausea comes back full force, the tugging on your chest, the burning in your throat. There’s a desperation as you tear your fitted mittens off, reaching under the woolen scarf and incessantly scratching at the irritated skin until it shreds under your nails. The pain doesn't register through your emotional torment, blocking out the inner voice until it inevitably slinks back into the shadows after its bitter lick of victory.

Panting hard, your head slumps back against the cloth headrest, stewing in the silence of misery and defeat, the distant joyful bells of Christmas the only company you have on this cold winter’s night.

It takes a few tries to fit the key in your deadbolt, blinking through tears now frozen to your eyelashes. There’s no recollection of how you even made it home in your brittle mental state. For all you knew were twelve civilians flattened like pancakes on the side of the road and a warrant out for your arrest. 

Wouldn’t that be nice? A break from having to pay bills and function like an adult.

Stumbling through the door, the sparse furnishings of your minimal studio glare at you, flipping them off as you shuck the damp outer layers from your frail form. A mess to be cleaned up another day.  

It wasn't just the rejection of your fated mates you were facing. It was the knowledge that your entire future had been ripped away and no amount of hot glue could piece it back together. Today’s revelation was the final nail in the coffin for the rest of your life.

The bathroom lights flickered with dying bulbs, something that had been on your shopping list tonight and was now being swept off the floor along with everything else you’d left behind. It didn’t stop you from locating the first aid kit under your sink, setting it on the ceramic counter and pulling out the well loved supplies inside.

You avoided staring at your gaunt reflection, not wanting to see the person looking back as you tugged at the thick scarf looped around your neck. The constricting material tore away with ease, falling into a discarded heap on the floor, revealing the torn mottled flesh hidden underneath. 

Your own set of crescent shaped scars - where the line of your neck connected to the meat of your shoulder, long since healed over and faded with time. The area surrounding it was now swollen and inflamed, raised angry red lines dotted with scrapes like a bad case of road rash, bloody from where you'd furiously clawed at your neck on the car ride home. The only time the fucker in your head shuts up - the connection tethering you emotionally gone silent once he got tired of feeling physical pain across the bond.

Memories came unbidden. Flashes of that fateful encounter coming home late from work, dragged into a sequestered shadowy overhang a few meters down the darkened alleyway. A feral alpha hopped up on something illegal, tearing into your clothes and violating the virginal space between your thighs. The muffled cries as he overpowered you, panting through a rut with his greasy fingers shoved down your throat to silence you, gagging on the musky taste. The scream as his teeth pierced your flesh, the bond snapping taut and stealing your future from you without a thought to your own wishes.

He’d fucked you ragged that night, waking up with your cheek pressed into the damp pavement and his arm slung around your waist from hours earlier. There’d been no one to turn to, no one who would care. By law now you were his - no matter the means it had been done. 

A mating bite was binding. 

You’d crawled away from him, your outfit in tatters hanging loosely over your bruised form, dried blood stuck to your neck and a stabbing pain at your apex. You felt dirty and used and wanted nothing more than to strip the skin from your bones. The unconscious form of the– your alpha flopped prone on his back, crimson stains around his mouth and his flaccid cock still half out of his trousers. The pinpricks on his arm told the tale of a junkie. It’s possible he hadn’t even been fully aware of the crime he’d committed. 

You didn’t stick around to find out.

But you paid for that decision harshly, opting for a life not attached to your abuser, at a steep tormented cost. Bonds weren’t meant to be strained for so long. It starts to cause negative impacts on the pair, the omega bearing the worst of the brunt. Nausea, sweating, pain, dizziness, fatigue. The chronic illnesses you endured day in and day out would stay with you for the rest of your life. So long as he was up and walking free - alive somewhere on the other side of the country - his greasy claws strumming your senses through the connection tethering you eternally.

Only a perfect scent match could override the original bite and free you from the oppressive bonds that shackled you to an invisible alpha - the last remaining hope you had at any semblance of happiness.

And you just lost it.

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[harlowsbby]

Love Galore 💘

Requested, Jack just missing the reader while he’s away at work or something

Jack’s leg bounced up and down anxiously as he looked at the clock on the wall looking at the time and groaning when he noticed only five minutes had went by.

Neelam noticed he wasn’t exactly in the bed mood today and that he’s been checking the time on his phone and the wall throughout the entire meeting.

They were both in a meeting for New Balance Jack was going to be the creative director for the newest 9060’s line that New Balance was going to be coming out with.

Neelam leaned forward towards the screen and quickly unmuted the call. “If you all don’t mind can we take a quick break?” She asked.

“Of course I think we all should take a ten minute break yeah?” John, the creator of New Balance suggested. “Thank you I appreciate it.” Neelam said and muted the call.

“Why are we taking a break?” Jack asked her with his eyebrows raised. “Because I noticed you kept bouncing and shaking your leg throughout the entire meeting and you keep on watching the time, what’s up with you?” She asked.

He sighed and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “I miss Y/N.” He mumbled but Neelam did hear him. “What was that?” She asked.

He sighed. “I miss Y/N I just wanna get back home to get and spend the rest of the day with her.” He confessed and his cheeks were now a nice bright shade of pink.

Neelam laughed and shook her head at him. “Go then.” Jack looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Wait are you sure? What about the meeting?”

“I got it covered Jack I’ll just tell them you weren’t feeling too well and needed to go home or something. Go spend time with Y/N.” She gave him a faint smile.

“Thank you Neelam I owe you big time.” He quickly made his way out of the meeting and into the parking garage where his car was parked.

Jack was never really the clingy type but as of lately he couldn’t help but wanting to be around you 24/7. He craved your touch and just loved spending time with you.

He didn’t care if you were just running to the store to get groceries he would always tag along even if you were going to fill up the car with gas he’d ride along and fill it up for you. It even got to the point where he’d he sitting outside the bathroom waiting for you.

When he pulled up to the house he was quick to make his way inside he needed to see you, to kiss you and to hold you.

“Babe.” He called out for you and you appeared around the corner with flour on your cheek and clothes. “Jack?” You looked at the clock on the wall.

“What are you doing back so soon? It’s only ten in the morning.” You asked as he walked into the kitchen. “Neelam let me go home early I told her I was missing my girl.” He grinned.

“You missed little old me?” You coo’d and Jack smiled and leaned down and grabbed each side of your face and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I did I missed you a lot baby.” He rubbed his freckled nose against your nose making you giggle and he pulled back and looked around noticing you had baked lemon bars.

“Ooo lemon bars? You know those are my favorite.” You grinned. “Wanna try some?” You suggested. “I wanna try them all.” You both laughed.

“So what are you going to do all day? Are you going to hangout with the guys.” He shook his head no.

“Nope I plan on spending the day with you baby I hope you don’t mind.” He worriedly asked the last thing he wanted to do was to get on your nerves.

“I don’t mind I love spending time with you now come on you can help me bake the rest of the lemon bars.”

The rest of the day was spent spending time with you and Jack didn’t mind not one bit as long as he was with you he wasn’t complaining.

[serial-unaliver]

so weird that your supervisor won't let you just work inside... at my store practically everyone wants to be assigned to cart retrieval because it's so much less miserable than any inside work (you get to go outside. you barely have to interact with customers). they can't find one person who actually wants to do it in your whole store???

ok the thing is our parking lot is MASSIVE, like, bigger than a mall parking lot, and the amount of carts we have to get is so much they need at least 2-3 people outside at a time to keep up. it's also super busy so cars are almost hitting you 24/7. it's not a normal sized grocery store. this is why most employees don't like retrieving carts. there's like two coworkers I can think of that actually volunteer to do it. also all the outside work stuff is in the mold room and never cleaned 🫶

[rickgrimeswifey]

Rebellious - Daryl Dixon

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A/n: I have named the mom and dad so you can just imagine like a celebrity’s face or something. Just be prepared that the dad in this is truly something else… I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD!

Category: Really smutty, it’s like a rebel phase rule against father type trope, I threw some angst in here too so be aware of that

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Season: Not a season since this is pre!apocalypse 

Warnings: Swearing, smut, drinking and drugs, mention of abuse, Daryl’s scars :/, reader is kind of a brat from time to time, lots of arguments between the father and reader, father being extremely rude to Daryl 24/7, pinv ROUGH unprotected sex and a lot of it, descriptions of sex, semi public sex, marking, ...get ready because it’s about to go down fast and it will be one hell of an emotional roller coaster. 

Word count: 9.3k

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Y/n was at the beach with some friends, some of these friends being boys. Her father was going to pick her up at any moment. Of course she could get home herself, being nineteen she was just home from college over the summer. She was hugging her friends goodbye when her dad pulled up, giving a longer hug to her friend Jonathan who had just gone through a heartbreak. He needed the comfort more than anyone else she knew at the moment.

She waved goodbye and hurried to the car knowing her dad didn’t like waiting. When she got to the car he did not look happy at all. Y/n cautiously got inside and closed the door, not looking over at her father. If he was mad the last thing she’d want to do is trigger him. As soon as she had put her seatbelt on, he sped out of the parking lot.

“Your mom wanted us to pick up some groceries before coming home so that she can cook dinner for us all.”

“It’s like 7PM couldn’t you guys have done this earlier today?” Y/n groaned annoyed.

“Little missy I’ve been at work all day, couldn’t you have gotten a ride home yourself then? The least you can do is not whine about having to go into the grocery store for ten minutes.” Her father scolded her.

“Whatever...” She mumbled.

Both of them kept quiet after that until her dad opened his mouth again.

“Who was that boy you had your hands all over?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows not following what he just said. She hadn’t had her hands all over someone? Then it hit her.

“You mean Jonathan?” She scoffed at her fathers ignorance.

“Yeah that’s his name.” Her father confirmed.

“I gave him a hug, jeez dad. His girlfriend had cheated on him recently so he was sad and needed some comfort.” She explained, knowing her dad was gonna say some obnoxious thing back.

“Lord knows what you do to bring guys comfort.” He mumbled before turning off the car when he had parked.

Y/n scoffed, not believing what she had just heard.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked starting to get worked up.

“No time to argue honey, we’re here.” Her dad got out of the car.

Y/n got out of the convertible and slammed the door after her. She followed him without saying a single word. She knew it wasn’t worth arguing with a rich prick like her father because he never listens or believes he’s in the wrong. Although someone was for sure going to be arguing with him, a guy bumped right into him and then proceeded to continue walking like nothing happened afterwards.

“Excuse me!” Her dad raised his voice.

The two turned around and the one that didn’t bump into her dad caught Y/n’s eyes directly. The guy who bumped into her father looked like he was balding. Meanwhile, the shorter guy beside him had blondish brown hair that didn't cover his forehead in the front but it was normal length around his whole head. And it was outgrown so he hadn’t been cutting his hair recently.

“You couldn’t say excuse me after you just bumped right into me?” Her dad continued raising his voice.

“Look man,” the one who looked to be the older one of the two raised his hands in a manner to try and calm Y/n’s father down. “I didn’t notice, alright?”

“Didn’t notice? You rednecks can only do a few things and those things aren’t useful or good.”

The guy got offended by that and the two started arguing. Y/n started checking out the younger one who just stood there, glaring at her dad. She looked him up and down then she finally locked eyes with him. His piercing bright blue eyes made her breath get stuck in her throat. Y/n bit down on her bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact with the guy. She smiled at him and his cheeks looked like they were starting to blush. So he broke off eye contact and scanned her body instead. The cover up she was wearing had cleavage so her breasts were on display only being covered by her bikini. She noticed him staring and an even wider grin broke out across her face.

Her dad had apparently had enough of arguing with the other guy as he gripped his daughters arm to then pull her away roughly. That was when Y/n was forced to stop staring at the mysterious man. He watched her while who he assumed was her father dragged her away.

Y/n kept an eye out for this guy while her dad continued shopping, he was still pissed off. You could tell by the way he slammed the doors to the fridge and furiously went through the list of things to buy. It was actually quite sad to watch, watching him getting worked up for something as small as a little squabble. She knew her dad was a control freak and loved having power, that’s why he felt the need to push someone down over such a small thing. She caught him and the older guy standing at a self check-out, she knew she had to talk to him otherwise she’d never see him again.

She snuck away without her father noticing, with hurried steps she walked towards the two men. The younger one noticed while he looked around as the other one was paying for their stuff. His eyes scanned her up and down once again, now this time he seemed confused. He probably wondered what she wanted. Y/n hadn’t thought through what to say, maybe she should have.

“Hi,” she smiled at him, looking over at the older one as she caught his attention now too. “I just wanted to apologize for my fathers behavior. I know he’s a dick, he has this huge control freak, power obsession and low self-esteem type of thing going on.” She explained earning a chuckle from the both of them.

“We noticed, it was kind of hard to miss.” The older one laughed.

“Again, I’m sorry about that.” Y/n apologized once again, earning a nod from the guy as a way to say that it was nothing to worry about. “But I wanted to talk to you.” She turned to the younger one and smiled at him.

“I’ll wait for ya in the car.” The older one said before getting the receipt and patting the blond brown haired guy on the shoulder, he gave him a proud smile before walking out of the store.

Once he was gone the two maintained eye contact, his piercing blue eyes burning into hers again. His gaze was dangerous and she loved how he looked at her.

“I just wanted to ask you if I could get your number?” Y/n told him boldly.

She had learned to have confidence and go straight in when there was someone she was interested in. Where she went to college it was just to tell someone that you were interested and if they were you’d sleep together. This college nature wasn’t the same off campus but it was worth a shot. He seemed to get a little nervous by her confidence as he nodded shyly. She bit her lip to concede her smile while getting out her phone, she handed it to her and saw him type in his number. He handed it back to her without naming the new contact.

“And what should I name you?” She teased, raising an eyebrow at the guy.

“Uh- name’s Daryl.”

When she heard his voice for the first time, her knees instantly became weak. It was dark, had a strong accent and it was sexy as hell. Everything about him was. The muscles on his arms and how they flexed. His burning gaze, the way he scanned over her body a little now and then.

“Ya should know I don’t use ma phone that much.” Daryl explained, once again scanning over her features.

“Now you’ve got a reason to pick up the phone then.”

He nodded before asking; “What’s yer name?”

“It’s-”

“Y/n L/n you get back here this instant!” her father raised his voice for the whole store to hear.

Y/n sighed and looked over her shoulder to see her father standing there and he did not look happy. She looked back to Daryl who rolled his eyes at her fathers ignorance, making her like him even more.

“I think you and this whole store now know my name.” She giggled. “I gotta go, but I’ll text you and you better pick up Daryl!” Y/n warned him with a beaming smile on her face before hurrying off to her father.

He watched her cover-up slip up a little bit on her thighs when she sprinted over to the grumpy man standing by the vegetables. He turned around and left before she could catch him staring.

The following week went by fast. Y/n and Daryl were texting everyday, she had gotten to know him better but she was mainly flirting a lot with him. Then one day when she was laying in her bed without something to do she received a text from Daryl.

Merle is throwing a party at our apartment wanna come

She had found out that the older guy from the store was Daryl’s big brother. She hadn’t talked to him since that day or seen him so she didn’t really have an opinion on him yet. Y/n also knew that Daryl didn’t live in the nicest neighborhood, it was quite the opposite actually. Where he lived it was filled with shootings, robberies and other things you wouldn’t want to be near. Although Daryl knew if he was going to bring a girl from the rich part of town he’d have to look out for her all night long. Y/n thought it through and this was her chance to meet up with Daryl again, this showed that he was interested in her too. She needed to get out of the house, and her father had been picking on her more and more lately. All that was a problem here was fixing a ride down. She responded with;

yeah sure, i just gotta fix a ride somehow.

Daryl had sure listened to when she said he better pick up his phone because not even a minute later a reply from him came through.

i'll pick you up

She smiled at his text before sending her address. He told her to not dress too nice, just something regular. She understood what he meant with this, Y/n understood herself that she couldn’t come down there with a designer dress and a big diamond necklace. It was around 5 and Daryl said he’d be there at 8. Y/n hurried to the shower, she wanted her hair freshly washed and to smell nice when Daryl picked her up. She spent those three hours getting ready. Blow drying her hair, doing her makeup, styling her hair, picking out a perfume, putting on body lotion and picking out an outfit. As she attempted to do a 90’s blow-out look on her hair she put on a pair of semi low-rise dark blue washed tight jeans with a tight black top. The top had cleavage, she put it on for Daryl since she had caught him staring at her tits the week prior. Her makeup wasn’t anything too much, she didn’t add any eyeshadow, just some eyeliner along her lash line but no wing. She also had base makeup and some mascara. Once she was done it was almost 9PM. So she hurried to put on some sneakers and a pair of small gold earrings with a round gold bracelet.

Y/n made her way through her dad's mansion passing the housekeeper on her way out. She saw Daryl pull up when she stepped outside. He stared at her while she got into his old rusty beat-up truck. The car looked like it had been through a lot but Y/n didn’t judge. As long as she got to spend time with Daryl it didn’t really matter. It looked like he had tried to clean up the car a little before she came into it, there was a nude magazine on the floor and some crumbs from god knows what. She picked up the magazine and raised an eyebrow at Daryl while having a smirk on her face.

“Had to rub one out before you came to see me?” she teased while chuckling mockingly.

Daryl snatched the magazine from her hand and threw it behind his seat.

“They ain’t mine. They’re Merles, sorry ‘bout that.” He scratched his scalp feeling embarrassed from not noticing that it was laying on the floor of the truck.

Y/n smiled at him, she liked that he was respectful in that kind of way. Never once had he talked to her in an inappropriate way or said something disgusting like the guys back at her college. Daryl surely was something different.

“It was a long drive up ‘ere.” He said while starting the car.

The engine roared loudly, not starting at an instant unlike all of her fathers cars. You could tell this car was over twenty years old by just looking at it.

“Sorry if it caused you any trouble.” Y/n apologized not wanting him to go through too much trouble to go get her. “I could’ve gotten another ride down, it would’ve been fine really.”

“Nah, ‘ts fine. Only trouble it caused ‘s the dirty looks yer neighbors gave me.” Daryl looked over to her and smirked.

A huge grin broke out on her face. She knew multiple old people around here who were complete cunts. She already knew what type of looks they had given him, probably calling the police while they were at it. Now that they would see Y/n riding in the car her father would for sure find out and only that brought a sly smirk on her lips.

Daryl wasn’t joking when he said that it was a long drive, when they arrived down it was almost 10PM. He was parking the car while Y/n looked around. She had never been in this type of neighborhood before, in front of her was an old apartment complex that looked beat up. Graffiti on the walls and the roof nor walls looked to have been cleaned in the last decade. As soon as she stepped out of the car she could hear the booming music pumping out from one of the apartments. That must be where Daryl lives with his brother.

He motioned for her to follow him as he opened the door into the complex, he held it open for her and then told her that they had to take the stairs since the elevator was broken. The apartment they were going to was on the third floor, the front door stood open and directly when they got up by the last staircase Y/n smelled how it reeked of weed. It also smelled like vomit and dirt, but that was just the people who also reeked of alcohol.

Before they went into the small apartment packed with at least over sixty people, Daryl grabbed Y/n’s hand. She looked up at him when she felt him lace his fingers with hers. He looked at her as if he hadn’t done anything, his action earning a bright smile from Y/n.

The next couple of hours Y/n danced with Daryl. She had to force him onto the dance floor since he was a little shy and definitely grumpy about dancing. But there she was grinding against him, swaying her hips with the rhythm of the music. Daryl had his mouth by her ear pressing a kiss below it from time to time. Y/n had noticed that Daryl wasn’t much of a drinker, he only had one beer that he held onto practically the entire night. Meanwhile Y/n had two shots of vodka and a beer herself. The pair weren’t anywhere near drunk as they headed to the bathroom hand in hand. It was safe to say Daryl was bricked up, from all the grinding Y/n had been doing against him.

Once they got inside of the bathroom Daryl slammed the door shut before locking it, the loud music now more of a loud beat through the bathroom door. He immediately pressed his hips hard against hers, pinning her to the door with his body. The kiss he pressed to her lips was rough, hot and sloppy. Y/n let out a gasp of surprise when Daryl's hand groped her ass with his left hand while his right one was placed on her jaw. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, their saliva mixing. Y/n finally got a taste of Daryl and right now he tasted like beer and cigarettes. It was no secret that he smoked, it wasn’t something he tried to hide, he had already smoked three cigarettes in the short amount of time they’d been here. The clock was only like midnight. Y/n wrapped her arms around neck, bringing him closer to her body. Once he was close enough she pressed against him, in desperate need of some kind of friction.

With both hands on her ass he picked her up and carried her over to the sink. Not breaking the kiss Daryl undid Y/n’s jeans then proceeded to slide them and her panties down past her knees. He broke off the kiss before kneeling to the ground, Y/n kicked off her shoes making it easier for Daryl to take off her pants. He happily slid them off and then tossed them onto the floor. On his way up he kissed her legs all the way to her thighs. He stopped there and then stood up properly and spread her legs for him to get a good look at her pussy. Daryl groaned at the sight of her wetness, closing the gap between them at an instant he attacked her lips with sloppy kisses. He undid his belt then his jeans before letting them slide down his legs. Then he cupped Y/n’s face before pressing a long rough kiss to her lips, his teeth grazing hers.

Daryl gripped her hips and pulled her forwards so that his crotch was against hers. That’s when he pulled his erection out of his boxers, Y/n looked down at his dick and moaned at the sight of it. She instinctively spread her legs even more before wrapping them securely around Daryl. He guided his tip to her entrance, he kissed her neck before slipping into her making Y/n cry out as he bit down onto her neck. That bite was for sure going to leave a mark.

He started snapping his hips back and forth, in and out of her. His pace became intensely fast, as needy as they were for each other. There wasn’t anything romantic in the way Daryl was fucking Y/n at the moment. It was just their hunger for each other that she allowed him to ravish her. He continued kissing her neck while having a tight grip on her hips. All she could do was moan while he fucked into her brutally over and over again.

She moaned as he leaned into her ear while panting. Daryl angled his thrust and fucked balls deep into Y/n. With every thrust his balls tapped her ass making her scream out loud as he hit her g-spot over and over. Y/n tightened her grip around his neck when she felt the knot in her stomach beginning to undo itself.

“Fuck, Daryl!” She cried out, her walls clenched tightly around Daryl's length.

He grunted into her ear hearing her call out his name while clenching him firmly. The sounds escaping Y/n when she came brought another level of pleasure to Daryl. He felt himself getting close and fucked harder and harder with every thrusts, so hard that Y/n would be sore the next day. She bumped into the wall with each snap of his hips. His pace slowed down as he came closer and closer to the edge. Eventually Daryl stood still after burying his dick as deep as he could inside Y/n. She felt his dick pulsating inside of her before he filled her up with his seed. The warm sensation spread in her stomach while Daryl dropped his head on her shoulder and breathed heavily. Both of them had sweet sticking hair to their foreheads from dancing and fucking.

“Tell me yer mine…” he sighed and kissed her collarbone.

The thing he said caught her off guard, he wanted her to be his girlfriend? Y/n closed her eyes and hummed as he kissed her necks.

“I’m yours.”

That night after their intercourse in the bathroom Daryl drove her home. She was sitting in his car outside of the mansion her dad owned. It was around 2AM in the morning, they had left the party somewhere around 1. Daryl didn’t drink much so that he’d be able to drive her home safely. She looked over at her new boyfriend and smiled.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

“Feelin’ ‘s mutual.” Daryl told her before leaning in and pressing a long kiss onto her lips. “Yer so damn beautiful.” He praised while cupping her face, making Y/n’s cheeks heat up.

“Can we see each other tomorrow again?” she kissed his lips quickly before pulling back to ask the following question. “Perhaps go on a date?”

Y/n felt Daryl’s hand sneak to her waist down to her ass while they made out in the car before he pulled away and nodded. “Yea’ jus’ text me.”

She pecked his lips and said her goodbyes before watching him drive off. That’s when she turned around and walked towards the mansion, sighing when she saw her dad watching her from the living room window. Y/n knew this meant he’d heard from their neighbors what car she’d been seen in and by the look on his face he was not happy. As soon as she stepped inside the front door her father came rushing towards her.

“Do you know what time it is?” he hissed at her.

“Yeah, I have a watch on my phone.” Y/n sassed against him.

Her dad sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead at her attitude. “What were you doing with that redneck from the store and where have you been?”

“That redneck,” she snapped at him. “Has a name and it’s Daryl.”

“You ungrateful brat don’t you understand that you can’t go hanging around with those types of people!” her dad raised his voice. “I have a reputation to think of! What will people think when they see you drive around in some old shitbox with a disgusting redneck!?”

Y/n sighed at his ignorance. All he thought about was his reputation, that was all that mattered to him.

“I don’t give a shit what they think father.” She noted calmly. “It’s only you who is so superficial.”

That seemed to light a spark of anger in her fathers eyes. His chest was rising rapidly up and down while his nostrils flared.

“Go to your room! I don’t ever want to see you hanging around him ever again! If you do, you’ll be under house arrest for the rest of the summer!” he yelled into her face.

Y/n was too tired to fight with him, all she wanted was to step into her shower and wash the makeup mixed with sweat off her face and body. Without saying another word she walked up the stairs and went into her room.

The next day she woke up feeling good about life. She had a boyfriend, summer break from college and Daryl wanted to meet her today as well. Y/n couldn’t care less of what her father thought. She was an adult now meaning she could do whatever she wanted. Therefore she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Daryl;

let’s go watch a movie

Seconds later a reply came rushing onto her screen;

i dont have money

Y/n frowned at his response before coming up with a solution directly. She typed fast not wanting him to go away from his phone and read the text later;

don’t be silly Daryl I’ll pay for you or we could sneak in…

Her phone rang two minutes later, she knew Daryl wouldn’t want to accept her money at first and was probably thinking through what he was going to say to her offer.

theres an idea i’ll pick you up at 5

Y/n smiled at his text. They had a date for tonight. She was really falling hard for him, she just couldn’t help but to love everything about him. If anything he’d given her the best orgasm of her life last night, no one would compare to Daryl. He was truly something different.

The day went by fast and Y/n told her mother about her new love interest which excited her mother even though the boy wasn’t exactly wealthy. She persuaded her mother into talking her father into letting Daryl come over for dinner. Y/n knew her father would listen to his mother, he always folded when it came to her. Originally he didn’t want to have kids but her mother talked him into it. Though the after affects of it becoming the constant arguments between Y/n and her father.

At 5 Daryl was outside and Y/n hurried to his car longing to see him again, her father wasn’t home from work meaning he probably wouldn’t find out about this. Her mother had promised to keep quiet about the date and talk to him about letting Daryl come over.

Y/n told him about coming over and he was surprisingly chill about it. His only worries are her dad. She reassured him that if he did anything she would tell him off. Y/n had never and will never be afraid of her father. In her mind when he yelled at her that was just annoying. She found his whole presence annoying from time to time. She knew her dad didn’t ever want to have her in the first place because he’d made it pretty clear her whole life by the way he treated her.

Their date went well and two weeks later on a Saturday it was scheduled for Daryl to come over for dinner. Her dad was not happy about the fact that he was coming over but he did it for Y/n’s mothers sake. He dreaded seeing her upset. He didn’t seem to give less shits when his daughter was upset though.

At exactly 6PM Daryl rang the doorbell. He was really good at coming on time. She knew this would be liked by her mother, she would find him charming and adorable. Her dad was a lost cause and she just cared for her mother to get to know him with this dinner. She had told Daryl that too and he trusted what his girlfriends said about her mother. He couldn’t help but to feel his palms sweating while waiting for someone to open the door. Their housekeeper Maria opened the door and gave him a small smile.

“You must be mr. Dixon.”

Daryl felt weird, never a day in his life been called mister before.

“Yuh… that’s me.” He confirmed awkwardly.

“Please come in.” She welcomed him into Y/n’s home.

He’d never been in such a place before. The ceiling was far up, big spacing, expensive furniture and artwork everywhere, not a sign of dirt anywhere, the whole house was well-decorated and wellkept.

“Let me take your jacket, sir.” Maria offered, before he managed to react she had pulled the used old jacket off his shoulders.

Daryl had put on his newest and cleanest clothes, wanting to look as well kept as possible. He was wearing a pair of semi-loose fitted gray jeans and a black t-shirt. It wasn’t anything special but it was his newest clothes. When he stepped into the dining room Y/n caught his eye immediately. She watched how the tight fitted t-shirt hugged his muscles in the right way to get her underwear pooling. He had showered and tried to look wellkept. She couldn't help but to crack a smile at his efforts.

Y/n walked up to him before anyone else had a chance to say something or do something. She put her arm around his bicep, getting a feel of his muscles.

“Mom, dad this is Daryl. My boyfriend.” She introduced him to the two people sitting in their chairs at the dinner table.

The dinner table was big and for once her father wasn’t sitting on the end of it. He was sitting beside Y/n’s mother, who held her hand on his leg. That’s always what she did when she wanted to calm her husband down. Y/n guided her boyfriend to the table, she sat down across her father while Daryl had a seat across from her mother. Her mother inspected the guy in front of her with a smile on her face.

“We’re really happy to have you here, Daryl.” She smiled softly at him, the comment made Daryl loosen up a bit.

The moment they shared was instantly ruined by her father speaking up;

“You are, I’m not.”

Daryl shot a look his way and Y/n’s mother Adelaide immediately went to shut him up.

“Bennet, don’t be rude. He’s our guest.”

He only shook his head before calling out;

“Maria!”

The housekeeper came rushing into the dining room.

“Yes, master Bennet?”

Daryl had to restrain himself from letting out a scoff at the way she talked to him. Y/n’s dad really was the asshole she said he was.

“Go out into the hallway and count my antique sculptures for me. Make sure he didn’t steal anything.” He shot a dirty look Daryl's way immediately making him clench his fists.

Y/n sighed in frustration, she knew her father wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for just two hours. She noticed the way Daryl was clenching his jaw and fists, she reached out and put his fist in her hand rubbing it in a manner to soothe Daryl. It worked as he slowly loosened up and let go of the rude comment her dad had thrown his way.

“Let’s just eat, alright?” Y/n said as their plates were served to them by the house’s butler.

Daryl was shocked by this, never had he seen this type of luxury anywhere. The whole rich prick situation made him uncomfortable. The only reason he stayed in the room was because he didn’t want to disappoint Y/n.

They began eating and Y/n’s mother made smalltalk with Daryl wanting to get to know him better. Her father just stared at him in disgust, wondering why he let him into his house.

“How old are you?” Adelaide asked, genuinely curious.

“‘M twenty-seven.”

Her father looked like he was about to pass away. He slammed his fist on the table making everyone except Y/n jump at his reaction.

“You knew this?” he asked her.

Y/n nodded, rolling her eyes. 

“So you, a nineteen year old, think it’s okay to run around sleeping with someone who’s almost ten years older than you?” he raised his voice once again, growing angrier when Y/n shrugged carelessly. “You’re just whoring around to mess with me. Aren't you?” 

“What did you call me?” Y/n snapped immediately.

“You’re a whore. Sleeping with people ten years older? That’s disgusting, you disgust me.” Her father told her unashamedly.

Y/n looked at him coldly before deciding that she’d insult him too.

“Please, you’re only mad because he can get it up and stay hard without using viagra.”

“Do not talk to me that way!” her father yelled, slamming his hands on the table before pointing at her furiously.

“Then don’t talk to me that way either!” she yelled back. “It's okay for you to insult me and call me a whore but I can’t say anything to you?”

“I am your father!” He reminded her furiously, as if that would’ve been some excuse for his treatment.

Y/n was sick of him and how he treated her. She didn't think before she screamed at him;

“Then start acting like one!”

With that she stood up and threw her father in his face. She gripped Daryl’s hand and pulled him out of there. The pair heard her father calling after her and calling her all sorts of stuff. Daryl grabbed his jacket and put it on while he left with Y/n. He put his hand on the small of her back as they reached the car he spun her around.

“Are ya okey?” he asked in a low whisper, his accent strong from the emotions he was feeling.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him into a hug. She needed his closure right now. “I’m sorry for what he said to you.” She apologized with her face buried in his shirt.

“‘t’s fine, are ya okey?” Daryl kissed her on the top of her head and wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“I’m fine.” She sighed before pulling her head back, she looked up at Daryl before pressing a long kiss onto his soft lips. “Can we just go somewhere?”

He nodded and pressed a kiss onto her lips. “Anywher’ ya’d like.”

That evening Y/n and Daryl drove around town just enjoying each other's company. Later at night they arrived at Daryl’s apartment complex since Y/n didn’t want to go home yet. Daryl had agreed to let her stay over one night. He didn’t like it when she was in his neighborhood because it was dangerous, but it was something about the way his name rolled off her tongue in the sweet tone she used that made him give in. When they entered the apartment Merle was propped on the couch meanwhile his hands roamed a girl's body. The two of them didn’t notice Y/n and Daryl as they were too deep into their makeout session. The apartment was still dirty from the night before. There were beer bottles everywhere, puke in a corner of the living room, it smelt like shit and there were pills laying on the kitchen counter in a tiny plastic bag. Y/n had no idea what it was and something told her she didn’t want to know either.

Daryl grabbed her hand softly and led her to his bedroom. His bedroom was tiny with a bed that almost took up the entire space. It smelled of smoke and Daryl had some posters up on his wall and an old dresser. There was a window in his bedroom that you could see out on the streets through, although Daryl had the blinders shut because he didn’t enjoy having the sun burn into his room in the morning.

“Have a shirt I can borrow?” Y/n asked, looking between the bed and Daryl.

He nodded at her and pulled out a drawer from his dresser. He threw her an old metallica t-shirt, Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, Daryl had not once mentioned music while they talked.

“You into metallica?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows at her.

The two watched each other in confusion before Y/n let out a soft giggle. She turned the t-shirt around so that he could read what it said.

“Nah, I found that at tha thrift shop. Didn’t know it was related to music.” He explained.

“Fair enough.” Y/n said before turning her back to Daryl “Unzip me, please.” She asked him, he took a hold of the zipper and dragged it down before taking off the black dress she was wearing.

She had wanted to look pretty for the dinner at her place but that went to shit. Meaning she had dressed up for nothing, Y/n knew she wouldn’t be able to take off her make-up but that didn’t matter to her right now. She was just grateful Daryl had given her a place to sleep.

She took off her bra with her back still facing Daryl before putting on his big thrifted t-shirt. According to her it smelled nice, it smelled like Daryl. His scent was some cheap barely holdable deodorant mixed with cigarettes. That smell somehow made Y/n feel safe. Even though she was in a dangerous neighborhood, she knew Daryl was there to protect her if anything were to happen.  

After she got dressed and removed her jewelry, Y/n sat down on Daryl’s bed. She watched him stand in the same spot as before, watching over her. This managed to crack a smile on her face, knowing he’d watched her change and studied her body.

“Come on, let’s sleep.” She leant forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her. “Get out of these clothes.” She smirked, tugging his shirt upwards.

Daryl immediately grabbed her hands harshly and took them off him making Y/n furrow her brows at him. He’d never grabbed her like that before it was almost like he panicked. A thick tension came over the room and all that you could hear was the girl in the living room moaning as Merle fucked her. No one of the two said anything, they stared intensely at each other.

She tried again reaching her hands to unbutton his jeans and this he approved of. He let out a grunt when she undid the zipper, grazing his dick with her knuckle when she did. Daryl kicked off his shoes, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any socks. Y/n tugged his jeans down until they fell off themself.

“You looked so hot today, that shirt and those jeans really showed off your body.” Y/n bit her lip looking up into his eyes.

His eyes had darkened, Daryl leaned down to press a rough kiss against her lips. Y/n allowed him to guide her body down onto the mattress. Her hands went to his hair as she gripped and tugged at it, this making Daryl let out a grunt. She slid her tongue into his mouth, their saliva mixing once again. Everytime they made out it reminded Y/n how much she loved the taste of Daryl. She squirmed in his grip when he groped her breast roughly. Y/n began tugging at his shirt once again and Daryl took a hold of her wrists and pinned them down onto the mattress.

“Don’t.” He warned in a low tone, looking her straight in the eyes.

His tone sent a cold shiver down Y/n’s spine. There Daryl went again, turning into someone she didn’t know. His strong grip on her wrists hurt her, he was holding her too tightly. She understood now that he didn’t want her to remove his shirt, she had no idea what he was hiding from her but she knew she had to respect his boundaries.

“Daryl, you’re hurting me.” Y/n whimpered, trying to squirm out of his grip.

Whatever trance Daryl was in passed in a second when he realized he was hurting her. Immediately releasing her wrists he sat at the edge of the bed, ashamed of himself. Y/n noticed and sat up behind him.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder blade.

“Nothin’... I just- I didn’t mean to hurt ya.” He explained running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what it is that you are afraid of to show me… just know that I would never judge you or think less of you because of anything you could show me.”

Daryl turned around to face her, when he noticed her worried expression he didn’t know what he was fearing anymore. The last person that would judge him in this world was Y/n, if he showed her he’d be vulnerable and he was afraid she’d laugh at him. Making the decision to be brave and he knew he had to be honest with her if he wanted this relationship of theirs to continue.

“Okey… ‘m gonna take off ma shirt then we’re not gonna say anything more to each other today. Alrigh’? Let’s jus’ go to sleep.” By the way he explained it to her she knew he was ashamed of something.

She knew it was important that she respected him in a situation like this. Therefore she looked him in the eyes and placed her palm over his rough hand.

“Okay.” She whispered.

Y/n laid down beside the wall in the bed, she heard Daryl take a deep breath before he slowly took off his shirt. She had to restrain herself from not gasping out loud when she saw the horrendous scars on his back. It all made sense to her at that moment, why he didn’t want her to remove his shirt. She had wondered why Daryl didn’t have any contact with his dad but when she had brought it up he was quick to dismiss it. He always told her that his dad was an asshole and his mom was dead. After seeing what she had just seen she fully believed that his father was an asshole. All she wanted to do was hug Daryl and tell him how strong he is and how he deserves the world. Although he had told her not to make a big deal out of it, it didn’t feel like her place to make a big thing out of it.

Daryl had laid down in the bed with his back facing her, he didn’t want to see the look on her face because he was afraid it wasn’t going to be anything good. He jumped slightly when he felt Y/n trace on of his scar on his upper back. He wondered what she was doing until he felt her soft lips press against the mark. Daryl let out a sigh of relief, he turned around to face her. Only then did he see the look on her face. He felt the most comfort he’d ever felt in his life as she kissed his forehead before pulling him into her chest. And that’s how the pair fell asleep that night, with Daryl snuggled up against her chest while she ran her hand through his hair. Both of them trying not to cry.

Y/n was woken up the next morning by Daryl who was tracing his finger along her jawline, admiring her face as he did. It felt well having shown her the part of him no one had ever seen before. Once Y/n understood it was Daryl tracing his fingertips along her features she couldn’t hide the huge grin that broke out onto her face.

“What ya smilin’ ‘bout?” He asked, his voice raspy making him sound sexier than ever.

She fluttered her eyelashes before looking at him. She smiled even wider before kissing him passionately.

“I’m always so happy when I’m with you, you know?”

Her words made butterflies erupt in Daryl’s stomach. He felt the same though but never in his entire life did he think he was going to date a rich girl. He’d always seen them as self-absorbed and ignorant, not one girl with money had even made an effort to look his way. All of them saw him as some kind of peasant because he was poor, as someone they’d find maintaining their vegetable garden. But here he was brushing strands of Y/n’s hair behind her ear while smiling at her like an idiot, happier than he’d ever been.

“Can we go back to my place today? While my dad is at work, of course.” Y/n suggested to which Daryl scrunched his nose upwards.

“I don’ like tha way he treats ya…” he sighed.

She stared at him in awe, it was obvious Daryl cared for her a lot. But she had a plan for revenge against her dad. If Daryl agreed to it was the whole trouble of the idea she had come up with.

“He’s an asshole, let’s just forget about him and go back to my place while he isn’t there to ruin the mood.” She smiled, running a hand through his hair.

“Okey, fine.” He sighed.

Y/n bit her lip to not smile even wider, she leaned in and pressed a long soft kiss onto his lips. The two laid in his bed talking about different things and didn’t care about anything else as Y/n made Daryl chuckle. His laugh and smile was something that was rarely seen, but she managed to make him crack a smile from time to time.

Once they got out of bed Y/n got dressed in her black dress and looked at her makeup from the night before. It was smushed and looked like Daryl and her had been going at it all night although that wasn’t the case. She touched it up as much as she could with her fingers while Daryl helped her zip up her dress. He got dressed in the same clothes as yesterday because he heard what she’d said about his outfit the night before.

“Come on, you’re just doing that to tease me.” Y/n groaned at the sight of him in the t-shirt that fit him perfectly.

He just gave her a sly smirk. She rolled her eyes and the two left the room after Y/n had put her jewelry back on. They were walking into the kitchen where Merle was standing, already dressed and ready to get his day going. He caught the sight of the two, looking Y/n up and down. He grinned when he saw her face, by the look on his face she could tell what he was thinking.

“Looks like ya got lucky lil’ brother.” He chuckled. “She certainly is a nice one though, looks like an upgrade from all those dumb college bitches.”

Daryl just scoffed at him in anger while Y/n gave him a dirty look, choosing to ignore the statement of Daryl bringing home a lot of girls. This was the first thing Merle had said to her since the store.

“We got that business to take care of tomorrow so ya can’t go running off with your new fling then.” He said.

Y/n couldn’t ignore the stab she felt in her stomach. If he referred to her as a new fling maybe what she had with Daryl wasn’t anything special. Maybe he brought home new girls all the time. Those thoughts were dismissed when she heard Daryl speak up;

“What do ya mean “new fling”, I haven’t had any others, have I?”

“Whoa, calm down.” Merle smirked at him. “Ya already know this only will last a week more, like all your other relationships.”

Y/n felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach, by what Merle had said and also because of the way Daryl was staring at him. The tension between the two men was strong and made Y/n feel uneasy. Merle and Daryl looked ready to fight each other but Daryl caved after a while. Grabbing Y/n’s arm before pulling her away hurriedly. That’s when she understood his brother had a hold of him in some kind of way, he was kind of submissive to him. Just as if he was manipulated, she understood Merle had been more of a parenting figure to him than anyone else. That’s why he pulled her away from the scene and didn’t say one more word.

They got to the car and Daryl got inside without a further word. He started the car and looked out on the road as they began moving. Y/n watched over him carefully, she could tell he was angry. What Merle had just said bothered him a lot, she wondered if it was because he didn’t think it was true or because he knew it was true.

“What the hell was that?” She managed to get out after a while.

“Let’s jus’ not talk ‘bout it.” He shut her up immediately.

“Well, I want to talk about it.” Y/n pushed, making Daryl’s gaze snap over to her for a second.

“What ‘s ther’ to talk ‘bout?” He asked, looking back onto the road.

“For starters, is what he said true?” She wondered, preparing for the worst.

Daryl chewed nervously on his bottom lip, thinking through what he was going to say to not make it sound wrong. “Yea’, all my other relationships have gon’ ta shit in two months.” He looked into her eyes. “But I never showed them… you know.” Daryl averted his gaze from hers, looking down onto the floor.

Y/n looked at him with soft eyes, he must trust her a whole lot to have shown that. She didn’t know what to respond with which resulted with her staring at Daryl. This made him nervous thinking she was mad at him or something.

“Not even Merle has seen it… I dunno- I just-” he was cut off by Y/n placing her hand on his leg.

The two locked eyes again, she rubbed her thumb on his leg making his shoulder untense slowly. “It’s fine, Daryl. He doesn’t know how this will end, he doesn’t know anything about us.” She reassured him, watching as his grip on the steering wheel loosened up a bit.

He nodded and the rest of the ride to her house was silent. A sort of silence that was both comfortable and uncomfortable. They had talked about it but not talked about it all. There were still things none of them brought up, like how she wondered how many girls he had brought home. She chose not to ask him about it though because he’d probably accuse her of calling him a slut.  

Once they reached Y/n’s front porch they looked at each other with love in their eyes but also pity. They both felt bad for each other, Daryl because he didn’t want Y/n to think that she meant nothing to him. He felt guilty for being too much of a coward to tell her the truth. Meanwhile she felt bad for Daryl because he was clearly upset, and she felt like it wasn’t her place to ask him about something so personal as his past relationship or how his brother is to him. Her heart was aching for how hurt he had been in the past and it was clear now, more than ever, that Merle wasn’t making it better for him.

She opened the door for him, the house was empty this time of day. Her mother was out at the country club with some friends having lunch and her father at work. Y/n led Daryl into the living room, or one of them. The mansion she lived in was absolutely huge, Daryl had never ever seen anything like it. Everytime he stepped a foot in there he could hear Merle echoing in his head to snatch something they could sell for a lot of money. They sat down on an overly expensive white couch that her mother had bought. She was into furniture, antique or modern. It didn't matter as long as it was expensive.

“For a couch worth forty thousand dollars, it sure is pretty uncomfortable.” Y/n stated, making her boyfriend look over at her with a surprised expression.

“Forty grand?” He almost shouted.

She nodded in response. “I know.”

Daryl once again scoffed at all this rich people shit, earning a grin from Y/n. She immediately leaned in to kiss him. Quickly capturing his lips with hers, she grabbed at Daryl’s biceps while kissing him harder and harder. He took his opportunity to start groping her, her breasts, ass, anywhere he could grab onto. She gasped into his mouth and smiled, breathing heavily into his mouth. Daryl also smiled and then pulled her on top of him. With his hands gripping her ass she slid her hands up and down his chest while she pressed her covered heat against his growing erection.

Y/n squealed surprised when Daryl flipped her so that she was now underneath him. He began pressing wet kisses on her neck, latching onto her sweet spot that he found with ease. He marked her neck and her hands were rubbing harshly up and down his upper back and shoulders, desperately searching for more friction while bucking her hips upwards.

She groaned feeling Daryl's lips leave her neck and wondered what he was doing as he stopped touching her completely before hovering with his face above hers. Y/n let her hands stroke his cheeks while he looked deeply into her eyes, she could tell he was still upset. Daryl then went down to press the most soft and delicate kiss to her lips. The action so sweet Y/n practically melted by his touch.

“Ya know that yer not jus’ nothin’ to me right?” He mumbled against her lips, his mind preventing him from being able to give himself to her from the consuming guilt.

“Of course… or… I do now at least.” She searched after his eyes, he was refusing to look into hers.

“So ya believed wha’ Merle said?” The tone he used was enough to break her heart.

He sounded genuinely hurt, he probably felt very judged. When he actually looked into her eyes it was her time to break off the eye contact bashfully.

“I don’t know… I just feel naive if I don’t when you don’t even want to explain what he meant.”

This time Daryl stayed quiet and Y/n could feel his gaze burning through her. That gaze meant he was growing angry. From only the small amount of time they’d known each other it had been so easy for her to get to know and recognize Daryl’s body language, also what ticked him off and what didn’t. She gazed back softly into his eyes.

“That’s jus’ it! He dun mean anythin’.” He exclaimed while sitting up.

“Daryl, it’s okay… I won’t ever believe him again because now that you’ve explained, I know how he works. Maybe this is why your other relationships haven’t worked, because you are too afraid of your brother and also to communicate!” The last sentence that came out of her mouth was supposed to be sweet and comforting, it turned out to be anything but that.

Daryl looked at her angrily before his eyes softened after a minute. He had debated on who to believe, because Merle had always told him otherwise. That it was their fault and they wanted to separate him and his brother. The longer he thought about it the more he realized that she was right. Daryl was afraid, not of his brother but to lose him because he felt like he was the only one who had ever cared for him. Now it was different, he had a girl who had opened his eyes up to new things and who he could snuggle up against and feel safe with.

“Yer right…” he mumbled. “’M sorry.”

“Don’t apologize Daryl, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Y/n leant forward and kissed him on the lips carefully.

“I- I think I love ya…” he confessed, the words first swept her off her feet and took her by complete surprise.

“Oh, Daryl…” she sighed lovingly. “I love you too.” She jumped forward and kissed him with a huge grin on her face.

“Yer crazy girl.” He chuckled before going back to his position on top of her.

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[ceasarslegion]

I can't decide where to go today so poll time

If youre not from edmonton you can vote too don't be shy. Google them both and decide based on vibes

Pros of both:

-Southgate is on the way to south common. Many things there without the crowd. Also ikea and a standalone indigo, maybe even the movie theater which is much bigger than the one in west ed. I want to get puzzle books for my night shifts because I sit there staring at the wall a lot and ikea could have stuff for my deck. Canadian tire could have plants for me and there's also a very large Michael's there.

-west ed is massive. Everything is there I already listed except for ikea and Canadian tire (that I know of). I want the nice bath bombs and they have a lush, also the largest indigo in the city. Also a candy shop. And many smaller places to look at. Even a build a bear and an Asian grocery store, many snacks there. Also open much longer and I'm on night shift circadian rhythms now. Also there's a theme park and a Waterpark inside the mall but idk if I wanna pay for those.

Cons:

-South common is very out of the way compared to west ed. I need two transit methods to get there from here. I'd also have to pay for an Uber back if I got deck stuff at ikea. Can just get friends with cars to drive me in the future. Also if I enter an ikea I WILL spend 200 dollars because I have no self control in the land of Swedish furniture

-wem is a tourist trap because it used to be the biggest mall in the world and I think is still the biggest in NA, at least in canada. Crowded beyond belief 24/7. I don't really get noise or crowd overstimulated anymore because of my job but it is just annoying. Also the Asian grocery store sold me moldy garlic once so idk how much I trust it anymore

[iphoneartgirl]

Here in the Last 48 Hours: Hard-Pressed to Say Which Frightened Me More.

7/8/24

On the left: an image from Watch Duty, showing the same billowing clouds of smoke I saw late yesterday afternoon from the end of my street in Phoenix, Oregon. It was 6pm and 108°.

On the right: a shot I made in a big box grocery store parking lot in Grants Pass about 4 PM the day before. I had stopped at the grocery when the temperature was 113° to get something more to drink before I driving all the way back to Phoenix. The truck was parked next to me when I came back out of the store.

The Trump hologram was pasted on the inside of both secondary cab windows.

I was carrying Lil’ Josh so he didn’t fry his feet which, besides the extreme heat, made it hard to juggle my phone camera.

I wish I had felt safe enough to get the entire truck in the shot, but it was so big and it was too hot for me to move fast enough. I couldn’t understand why somebody would have done that to their truck, but I was guessing that they wouldn’t have appreciated that I was photographing it. Maybe I was wrong about that but I didn’t want to chance finding out.

After a lifetime of telling myself I was tough as nails, I’m feeling so vulnerable now off the antidepressants and alcohol I can barely keep from crying throughout the day today.

I never was tough as nails. Sitting quietly with Josh, I’m marveling at how goddamn hard I worked for 74 years to keep up a pretense that did absolutely nothing to protect me. Accepting everything about ourselves and our lives is our only “protection.”

[tafferling]

The state of this Taff

It's a struggle, ya'all.

Just before my birthday at the end of November, I learned that my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. Not a big surprise, that, considering I grew up in a household where the kitchen had a literal smoke cloud hanging in it 24/7, but. Still. Supposedly, she says, it's one of those that'll get knocked over by chemo looking at it funny, but there's another problem that's a lot more dire and immediately life-threatening: the cancer metastasized in her brain.

I spent the next few weeks scrambling to buy a car and get my dog vaccinated for rabies. See, I live in Sweden, and she lives in Austria. And I've got no one to look after my dog, meaning he's got to come with me. Therefore, car. Fast forward to the 22nd of December, and I finally start driving down.

Of course, I am going to see my mom! Yeah, she still tells me I gotta go get me a man cause I'm 40 and need to get me that husband to set me right and I am not ace, just broken and need to see myself fixed so a man'll have me yadda yadda (and the racism, let's not forget about the racism and the casual homophobia), but she's my mom, ya know?

She's had her brain surgery at that point already and was recently discharged. Everyone tells me she's doing great. She tells me she's doing great. It's just sweet that I'm coming down and so on and so forth.

Neat, right?

I even call her 10 minutes before I arrive, while taking a quick break to walk the dog near my aunt's and dad's grave. Ask her if she's got dinner for me, cause I haven't had any proper food for two days or if I should grab something on the way. She says she's got it all. Sweet.

ahahaha... WELL, I arrive there, and I find out that, no. She's not doing alright. Turns out everyone failed to mention to me that she has what basically amounts to short-term memory dementia, or whatever you like to call it. I arrive, and I find out that not only is the house barely liveable, but she's got no food (it's the 23rd, 5pm, and shops close at 6pm until the 27th), and she has no idea where anything is in the house or what she's done five minutes ago.

I dump all my shit (plus the dog) in the house and dive into the "last hour before shops close" fun (JFC, where did all those people come from) so we have stuff to eat. When I get home, it all settles in: Not only do I have a full-time job that I'll have to do while I am here (naturally), but (for the foreseeable future) I am also my mom's full-time caretaker from here on out.

She's forgotten her phone PIN since then (getting a new SIM card sent here next week). She was taking her meds wrong and missed two crucial ones. She has a radiology appointment next Tuesday and kept telling me she is being picked up by an ambulance, only for me to call her oncologist and find out that's not true, I've got to drive her (which isn't an issue, but if I hadn't called the guy to figure out her med sdsafkjasdfsa). So on. And so forth, with other highlights including her not knowing how to pay her bills, me getting screamed at cause of that, then her friend screaming at me, her fucking neighbour bringing her cigarettes and smoking in the kitchen with her (THE WOMAN HAS LUNG CANCER) and ---- :sounds of distant Taff wailing at the void:

I also got screamed at by total strangers three goddamn times already, and it's really bringing home why I left this country. Not saying everyone's an ass, but when you got grown men shouting at you for trivial shit like "waiting with your shopping cart to let a car out", "taking longer to put away your groceries cause you're fucking exhausted and can barely see straight anymore", and "going the wrong way in a shopping parking lot (NOT during rush hour, mind you, that was later on in the morning when the place was nearly empty) cause you missed the arrow and haven't been here in nearly 15 years" you just kinda-- *deflates*. Please. Stop shouting at me.

I wanna kick some rocks and mope.

Anyway. Yeah. It's rough, ya'all. And I don't usually like doing this, but this time, maybe I should: If you've ever liked any of my writing and you haven't, like, I dunno dropped a kudos or something, I'd appreciate any sort of encouragement or positivity in my life right now. Any little pick-me-up will do. 'cause I need to admit I am out of my depth, I am overwhelmed, and I have no idea what to do.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Story idea of Lando being (19/20 ish) kicked out from his parents house for being gay, he ends up homeless and can barely survive as an university student, spends some nights at friends homes but sometimes in a 24/7 store or a parking lot.

And Daniel (25/26 year old ish) is a very sympathetic guy and accidentally hits Lando with his car one night. Takes him to the hospital and later asks if he can take Lando home but Lando explains his situation (apart from the reason why he was kicked out) and Daniel offers his spare room. Lando accepts cause he has nothing better anyway and they eventually fall in love. After some angst of course.

Oooo

Lano being twenty, and maybe in his first year of uni. He took a year or two out to try work and save but his parents charged rent and bills so while he has some money, it's not a lot. He's suprised when his parents offer to help by letting him stay home and pay the reduced rent he was paying instead of wasting his savings on uni housing.

Lando is grateful and he even feels comfortable enough after a few months to come out to them. It's something he has been scared to tell him, but he sees them being accepting towards others and assumes he'll be okay.

He isn't.

It's like his parents can't stand the sight of him after he tells them and he gets the 'no son of mine is going to be a sinning f*g', and he's cut off. He barely gets out of there with his clothes and documents.

He's embarrassed and scared, and hurting. He doesn't want to take advantage of his friends (George, Alex, Max, Charles) so he splits tim between 'sleep overs' and sleeping in his car in car parks or staying in 24/7 places that he can do uni work and then naps in the library during the day. It gets worse after his car breaks down and Lando can't afford the costs because it'd mean he wouldn't be able to buy food.

And that's when he meets Dan or well Dan hits him with his car. Lando is wandering, carrying his stuff and just lost. He's wondering if he should just give up on life or tell his friends the truth and it's so dark Daniel doesn't see him before it's too late. Lando, luckily, isn't badly injured because Dan wasn't speeding due to the weather so its a quic patch up. Yet Lando breaks his heart when he whispers 'you should have killed me', and thats how they get talking, and Daniel can't leave him there. He insists that Lando can use his spare room and when he gets a job, he can just cover groceries and so utilities since Lando doesn't want to take advantage of his kindness

It's a real slow burn especially with Dan not wanting Landot to think he helped him just to get a 'reward' and Lano assuming Dan would never want some homeless kid

[deathbyseventeen]

As the World Caves In

pairing: Dino/Chan x f!reader

genre: post-apocalyptic, romance/fluff, angst | zombie!au

word count: ≅3.02k

series: To be Together

chapter warnings: lots of allusions to death and dying, makeshift weapons

summary: The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

a/n: hello again :) take a chance on this fic, maybe?  oh boy.. oh boy oh boy oh boy

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3 Days Since the End

Chan doesn’t want to understand why leaving the safety of his dorm room is an option, to begin with. But then his stomach rumbles again, and he’s forced to eat the last granola bar he has (after days of saving it) as he tries not to hurl at the thought of what he has to do.

Minutes later, he’s taking a peek out of his window, moving the curtains only a fraction of an inch as if the zombies littering the fields outside were capable of looking up and noticing the living body studying them from the fifth floor, fearfully. Then he sees it, the football stadium a mile away, and he knows he has to go. 

Without letting the curtain fall shut, he twists around to look at the jar of strawberry jam on the half-wall kitchen counter. Empty. Cleaned of even the jam that usually sticks to the sides of the jar.

He looks out the window again and studies the living dead he can see surrounding the building. He starts to count and then stops. There are too many, and the more he counts, the more he feels like the granola bar is about to make its way back out the way it went in.

It only takes Chan ten minutes to tape a knife to a long, black umbrella he owns (a knifebrella, he names it without noticing), grab the football helmet that wound up in his possession after a frat party he doesn’t remember much about, and empty the duffle bag he usually took to his dance lessons. It takes him another ten minutes to take down all the furniture he had stacked against the door for protection.

He thinks about the plan the entire time. 

He’ll go down the emergency exit, prop the door open with a brick he knows other students had left there to sneak back inside after curfew and take the long way around to the football stadium. He’ll have to go towards campus first, away from the stadium, where there are probably more zombies--he forces himself to breathe at the thought-- but there'll be more places to hide than just running across the fields and parking lots he knows don’t have any places to properly hide.

Getting to the booster room would be easy. He nods to himself. That room was always open on account of the university’s teams always having the snack shop open for business--since the field is always open for students to work out there or the gym only a street away. Then he’d retrace his steps and go the long way back to his building. He’d know where to hide this time around. 

It’s when his hand is finally on the doorknob that his thoughts force him to stop. Oh, why couldn’t he have gone grocery shopping on Sunday when he always does? It’s routine. ROUTINE. Maybe he can just scavenge the other dorms, start on this floor before making his way up and then down, or maybe start below first and make his way-- 

His phone buzzes in even staccatos in his pocket.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕 

Jeonghan  Check in when you get there [12:32pm]

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕 

Seungkwan  Don’t die, loser [12:32pm]

He stares at the texts for a minute, then another one comes in. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Hoshi  Stay safe, chan! [12:33pm] 

Chan’s resolve is fixed, though he still believes he’s walking into death’s arms. 

It takes him a few more seconds to open them, type out a response and send it. Then, his hand is on the doorknob again, and he’s slipping past the open door.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Chan  Thanks. Will do. Leaving now. [12:34pm]

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Sweat runs down Chan’s face as he opens one of the side doors belonging to the football stadium. It’s the only entrance he’s found that isn’t overrun by the living dead. He hopes as he pokes his head inside that the halls aren’t overrun like the other surrounding areas outside the stadium are.

He’s lucky. He doesn’t see a single one down the expanse of the hall, and he wastes no time to go inside, jamming a wad of paper into the latch port so it won’t click as he closes the door as gently as he can.

He’s only ever been to the stadium twice before, once for mandatory Freshmen orientation and another time for an extra credit assignment. Still, he manages to find the snack bar without any trouble, no wrong turns, and no living dead.

He’s surprised but doesn’t dwell on it, lest he overthink it and turn his luck sour.

There are some snacks, protein bars, and water bottles in the display case under the register and cold hotdogs in the rotisserie on another counter behind it. It takes him less than a second to decide to leave those behind and head for the booster’s storage room instead. It’s down the next hall, if he remembers correctly, and he does. He finds it unlocked and hurries to stuff as many bags of everything they have. 

Nacho chips, protein bars, peanuts, hot dog packs, buns, noodle cups, and water bottles on top of water bottles. It doesn’t take long for Chan’s bag to fill.

Soon enough, he’s pushing the door open and scrambling to raise the knife end of his umbrella.

Two zombies, the skin of their faces starting to sag like those cartoon popsicles with deformed and melting faces, greet him with clicking moans. As one lurches forward, Chan drives his knife through its forehead, then uses the heel of his foot to push it off. The other one moves forward just as he does this. But Chan manages to dive past it and run down the hall he came from.

He’s getting ready to turn down the corner and run all the way to the exit he came from when he’s forced to a stop. He hears not one or two but a jumble of clicking moans. He turns the corner slowly, holding his knifebrella up like a sword, and holds back the urge to hurl.

Down the hallways he needs to go through, as far as he can see, the living dead have now invaded. Though, they don’t seem to be aware of his presence yet.

Nodding to himself, he gives himself a moment to breathe, then takes three steps forward and stops. He checks to make sure none of the zombies have noticed him, then takes another couple of steps forward and repeats the process again.

Chan doesn’t understand. He really doesn’t. But, no matter how hard he thinks about it, he can’t come up with an explanation. It’s not like zombies could just magically appear. He didn’t want to think about the specifics of a zombie, but still, they weren’t magic. 

He’s halfway across the stadium, halfway to the door, when he freezes. It’s not the smartest move, he’ll beat himself up about it later, but he’s panicking. The sound of footsteps pounding against the stadium’s linoleum floor echoes loudly from his right, and he knows, though he doesn’t realize he’s even thinking about it, that those zombies, the ones roaming the hall behind him and those ahead of him, can hear it too.

Then, a terrified scream erupts from the same direction. Then a second one. Then a third, long and just as horrible, and he knows there’s no chance in hell these zombies are going to ignore them.

His head turns when a fourth scream turns into a fifth and becomes a constant symphony of panic. Down the hall, he can see it perfectly, a horde of zombies are cornering someone into a row of vending machines.

Chan’s breath catches in his throat. Behind him, the living dead are beginning to approach him. He can feel it. The hairs on his arms start to bristle, and he can feel the goosebumps littering them. He knows he has to go. His time is running out.

He’s already taken a step forward when his heart stops, and he realizes that he may just be the stupidest man alive. What with all the zombies around, it’s probably not much of a contest. But, still, if there was, he’d be a strong contender.

It’s fleeting, but Chan catches a quick glance of your face, and he knows he can’t leave you behind. You’re not friends. He’s never said a word to you before, nor you to him, but he’s seen you before. He knows he has. You’re in one of his courses, Art Forms in History 12B, if he remembers correctly. It’s impossible now. He’s moving before he even knows it. He can’t leave you behind. He’d never be able to forgive himself, and your face and your screams would join his cacophony of nightmares. 

“Get up!” Chan screams as he runs toward you. “Get up! Run!” He wields his umbrella like a bat and swings it against the zombies nearest to him. It’s only when he’s closest to you, and the remaining horde of zombies are tightening around you, that he opens it like it’s begun to rain, finally using it as a makeshift shield to get closer to you and shove the zombies away.

He runs up to you, ready to pull you to your feet and run, when a flash of cold runs down his body. You’re slumped against the corner of the vending machine, passed out, and unresponsive. The blade of your hockey stick has broken off and lies at your feet.

When had you stopped screaming?

He thinks back as quickly as he can--he can hear the zombies behind him regaining their footing-- and there’s no time. Chan pushes his duffle bag behind his back and picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder. He looks at the hall from which he came. There’s no going back. There are too many zombies heading in his direction from there. He turns forward instead and, using his umbrella as a shield, runs as fast as he can. The entire time hoping he'll be able to find an exit that isn’t overrun by the living dead.

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Chan stares at your sleeping--he hopes it’s sleeping-- figure under the covers of his bed from the door of his bedroom. It’s been an hour since you passed out against a corner of a row of vending machines, zombies moments away from welcoming you into their midsts, and ten since he managed to sneak his way back into his dorm room.

His heart pounds in his chest as he catches glimpses of his kitchen table pressed against the front door from the corner of his eyes. He tries to distract himself, thinking about the others. He really needs to thank Wonwoo later for getting him that long black umbrella as his going away present Freshmen year. It had seemed weird then, a large umbrella with reinforced ribs so it wouldn’t turn inside out when the wind was too strong, but it was certainly paying off now. Mingyu, too, he realizes, for the set of knives he’d gifted him in hopes that it would encourage him to learn to cook his food instead of surviving off of takeout. 

It doesn’t work. He can still feel his heart pounding in his chest as he begins to wonder how he can thank them. 

His phone buzzes on the lowest of strengths, in his pocket for the nth time in the last hour. Still, it takes him another minute to take notice of the rhythmic buzzing against his thigh. Then, as if doused with a bucket of iced water, he’s forced back into reality.

There’s a soft click as he closes the door of his bedroom, then turns and goes to settle on the couch. He throws the rag he used to clean the blood off your face and arms into the kitchen sink and pulls out his phone after, on his way there.

There’s a single notification bubble on Chan’s home screen: You have 32 unread messages from 💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕. A second later, it changes to 33, and before he can slide his thumb across the screen to unlock his phone, it changes to 36.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan  Chan. Seriously. Where the hell are you? [04:02pm]

Seungkwan You need to answer us now. [04:02pm]

Hoshi Chan. [04:02pm]

Hoshi Chan. [04:02pm]

Hoshi Chan. [04:02pm]

Hoshi Chan. [04:02pm]

Seungkwan Where the fuck is Chan? [04:02pm]

They come in quick succession, one after the other, giving him no time to scroll through the other messages. Ten more come in while he continues to stare at them blankly, unable to process what he’s looking at as they blur together (even when they stop for a second). 

They go unnoticed until he remembers what he’d been doing and squeezes his eyes shut.

When he opens them again, the messages are still coming. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan Chan you little shit, answer us. [4:05pm]

Seungkwan We can see you’re online. [4:05pm]

Jeonghan Chan? [4:05pm]   

Seungkwan All the messages say read by Chan [4:05pm]

Hoshi Chan, what’s going on? [4:05pm] 

He grimaces and finally types out a quick answer. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Chan I’m here. Got a little busy. Got home uh twenty min ago [4:06pm] 

Chan Forgot to check in [4:06pm] 

The response was practically instantaneous. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan MOTHERFUCKER [4;06pm]

Seungkwan WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD [4;06pm]

Vernon Wait. Hold up. No *we* didn’t. [4:07pm]

Jeonghan That was all you, Seungkwan. I told you he was alive [4:07pm]

Seungkwan Only because YOU would have brought him back to life just to kill him again if he wasn’t [4:07pm]

Hoshi Chanie? What happened??? You said you’d check in when you were safe [4:08pm]

Chan chews on his lips absentmindedly, thumb twitching over the screen until he sighs.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Chan There was a little incident [4:09pm]

Jeonghan Incident? What do you mean incident? [4:09pm]

Seungkwan What did you do? [4:09pm]

Chan grimaces. He doesn’t want to tell them, but his actions are quickly catching up with him, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he doesn’t tell someone.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Chan I saved this girl from my art history class from becoming dead food [4:11pm]

Seungkwan Oh my god [4:12pm] 

Hoshi But you’re okay right? [4:12pm]

Chan Yeah yeah I’m good [4:12pm]

Seungkwan You actually did something good? I need proof. I don’t buy it. [4:13pm]

Jeonghan Well? What happened? [4:13pm]

Chan There were a shit ton of zombies when I came out of the booster room. I heard a scream from one of the hallways I was passing. Turned out to be this girl I have in class. I couldn’t just leave her guys. I could see her. I could see the zombies closing in on her I couldn’t [4:15pm] 

Cheol It’s alright, Chan. Breathe. You’re ok. You did the right thing. [4:16pm] 

Hoshi Chan the brave! Chan the hero! [4:16pm] 

Vernon Soooo… [4:17pm] 

Seungkwan So??? [4:17pm]

Vernon Well??? [4:17pm]

Seungkwan ???? [4:17pm]

Vernon What else? What’d you do? You don’t just save someone magically [4:18pm]

.

.

.

Hoshi Chan???????? [4:25pm] 

Though his screen had blacked minutes ago, his gaze still rested on it. He could feel it, the rage that would be unleashed on him if he told them the truth of what he had done. The truth of it all was beginning to dawn on him. It hadn’t before, if only because that hadn’t been a priority, though it should have been. 

He cast a look behind him at his bedroom door and wondered if he’d overlooked any sounds while he’d been speaking to the others. But when silence was the only thing that greeted him, he looked down at his phone again and thought of what he’d say. 

And how he’d say it.

 💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Chan I used the knifebrella to get rid of the zombies closest to her. By the time I got to her, she had passed out at the corner by the vending machines. I think she’d panicked so much she passed out. It’s like her body gave up. She even had this broken hockey stick with her. I don’t know. [4:31pm] 

Unlike before, minutes passed by before he got a response.

 💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan Hold on. Did you just say she passed out???? [4:34pm]

Jeonghan She passed out?? [4:35pm]

Vernon What the fuck [4:35pm] 

Cheol Did you fight the entire hoard yourself?! How did you save her if she was passed out?? She couldn’t have helped [4:35pm]

Seungkwan Don’t tell me you ditched the food, you freaking dumbass [4:36pm]

Chan I didn’t [4:37pm] 

Seungkwan Then what the hell did you do??? [4:37pm]

Chan I slug her over my shoulder and ran [4:38pm] 

An influx of messages came then, draining him of whatever battery he had been recharging internally.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan SLUGGED HER OVER YOUR SHOULDER?!?!  [4:38pm] 

Hoshi You did eaht [4:38pm]

Jeonghan YOU CARRIED HER?! [4:38pm]

Cheol TELL ME YOU DIDN’T [4:38pm]

Seungkwan TELL YOU HE DIDNT WHAT?!?! [4:38pm] 

Cheol TELL ME YOU DIDNT DO IT CHAN [4:39pm] 

Seungkwan WHAT DID HE DO?! [4:39pm]

Chan I don’t know what you’re talking about [4:40pm]

Cheol WHERE IS SHE NOW [4:40pm]

Chan Still passed out on my bed [4:42pm]

There was an influx of messages again, and Chan felt like he already knew what they were saying. So, he locked his phone and placed it on the coffee table away from him.

He could still see the messages as they came in, though he didn’t really register them, glossing over them as language lost meaning. 

Then, just as his phone grouped them all together into a single notification bubble of unopened messages, a single text seared into his brain. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Wonwoo Oh, he’s dead isn’t he [4:44pm]

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7 Days Since the End 

[poetryandprompts]

some prompts (:

never stops

shut down 

can’t or won’t?

footsteps

eyes all over

in the garden

salt in a wound

spilt milk

rain and clouds

campfire smoke

poolside chair

through a curtain

tall trees

wide open field

soft music

hot soup

disguises

freezing

grocery store aisles

empty parking lot

shoes on gravel

magazines

fridge light

cold water

flies

messy

dirty feet

nail polish 

slamming door

crumbling

family

pounding

pop

crackle 

snap

24/7

gas station

streetlight

foggy lake

[extemporaneousmusings]

24/7/23

Today I:

-had a really good call with someone who left the department in 2012 and has worked in and out of museums since, and she had a lot of wisdom to share

-was pleasantly surprised by my students’ overall understanding of last week’s article, which was the hardest of the term imo. It was about the interplay between the physical and poetic landscapes of a specific victory ode that was originally performed in a sanctuary on the island Aegina. super interesting (to me), somewhat complex, but I thought they could handle it and most of them did very well!

-went to the specialty and imports grocery store and got so much good shit. I was most excited for a spontaneous find of quince paste, purchasing my first plums of the summer, and restocking on kimchi and rice.

-played Jurassic Park pinball at the grocery store and didn’t do well, but it was a fun table!

[mint-moon25]

JULIA TRUITT - FOUNDED - MIAMI - FIRST - CITY -

IN - THE - UNITED STATES - 2 B - FOUND - BY - A -

WOMAN - FORT MYERS - FLORIDA - FOUND BY 6 -

MEN - 4 - STAYED - 2 - LEFT - 4 - CITY - NEXT - TO -

THEIR - WATERS - CAPE CORAL - BY - KAYAK - AS -

TODAY - STILL - GIGANTIC - BLK - MOSQUITOS -

EARLY - AM - 35 DEGREES - LOTS - OF - TIME 2 -

AT - CAPE CORAL - FL - MIAMI - THEIR - LANDS -

LIVED - BY - NATIVE - INDIANS - WHERE - NAME -

FR - HER - PARENTS - BOUGHT - LAND - FATHER -

DIED - SHE - MOVED - 2 - BRICKELL - NEAR YES -

BISCAYNE BAY - BEAUTIFUL - AQUA - WATERS -

BEST - WINDS - ON - EARTH - BRICKELL - YES -

JULIA TRUITT - LOVED - IT - HER - STATUE -

AT A - PARK - HAVEN'T - FOUND - IT - TRUE -

SHE - FOUND - OUT - RAILROAD - BEING -

BUILT - GAVE FREE LAND - 2 - CONSIDER -

GOING - 2 - BRICKELL - AS - TRAINS - HE -

SAID - YES - TRIBUTE - 2 - MISS - TRUITT -

METROMOVER - TRAINS - FREE - DAILY -

5A - 12A - METRORAIL - TRAINS - $2.25 -

EACH - WAY - BUSES - SOME - ARE 24/7 -

ONE - DAY - PASS - UNLIMITED - TRAINS -

BUSES - $5.65 - FR - 5A - MIDNIGHT 12A -

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

EIGHT STREET

AFTER - HOMELESS - REMOVED - FROM -

GOVERNMENT - CENTER - THEY - MUST -

HAVE - SLAUGHTERED - ALL - WILD LIFE -

WILD - HENS - ROOSTERS - HAD - THEIR -

FRIED - CHICKEN - WELL - NEW - ONES -

ARRIVED - NOW - MIAMI - POLICE DEPT -

THEIR - OWN - POOR - PERSON's -

GOLF COURSE - 2 B - ENJOYED -

BY - ALSO - ILLEGAL - OPEN - CARRY -

WHITE - UNIFORM - ALLIED UNIVERSAL -

SECURITY - BLKS - BLKS - BLUE - THEM -

ARE - HISPANICS - HISPANICS - ALL - YES -

HIGH SCHOOL - PUBLIC - SCHOOL GRADS

COV-ID 19 - CORONAVIRUS - RESPIRATORY

COLDS - COUGH - HIGH FEVER - ONLY TOO

KILLED - MORE - THAN - 1 MILLION - IN USA

KILLED - OVER - 6 MILLION - WORLDWIDE

MEANING - UNITED STATES - NOT 2 - YES -

BRIGHT - PEOPLE - OWNERS - AND - SHOP -

OWNERS - OF - BRICKELL CITY - CENTRE -

PAID - ILLEGAL - OPEN - CARRY FLORIDA -

ALLIED - UNIVERSAL - SECURITY

BLK - MEN - WOMEN - LOW - GPA

YOUR - FIREARM - SHOOT - KIDS - ANIMALS -

NOT - SERVICE - SHOOT - PHILIPPINES - TOO -

CONFIDENT - DOCTORS - NURSES

U - WILL - TELL - THE - RULES OF MALL

BIBLE - 'THE - RICH - RULING OVER THE POOR'

14TH - AMENDMENT - VIOLATION

BANGED - TWICE - ON - MY - DISABLED DOOR

RESTROOM - 3RD - FLOOR - ALWAYS - EMPTY

FOLLOWED - ME - FR - WHERE - I - USED - THE

ELEVATOR - LESBIAN - OPEN - THIGHS - WE -

WILL - VIDEO - THEM - AND - SHARE - THEIR -

SHOWER - 2 - PLACES - WHERE - PROSTITUTION -

IS - LEGAL - THE - RIGHT - WAY - WITH - THEIR YES -

CHECKING - ACCOUNT - TOTAL - PINS - PASSWORD -

THEIR - SS - CARDS - EDUCATION - GRADES - WE -

WILL - SHOW - WORLD - IMPORTANT - FACTS XO -

ABOUT - AMERICAN - BLKS - FOREIGN - BLKS

REMEMBER - OUR - CAMPAIGN -

SAY - OUT - LOUD - NOT - MARRYING - BLK

DAILY - ALL - AGES - TAX - PAID -

500 BILLION - EACH - TIME - DIRECT -

DEPOSIT - NON-FLAMMABLE CARDS -

PLACES - 2 - GET - THEM - GROCERIES

14TH - SAID - 'I - WAS - TAKING SHOWER

IN - DISABLED - RESTROOM - BECAUSE

FR - PHILIPPINES - THEY - ARE NURSES

DOCTORS - HOMELESS - IN - USA - FOR

THEY - CAN'T - AFFORD - THE - HILTON'

ATTACKED - ME - ON - PURPOSE

DISCRIMINATION - OF - NATIONAL - ORIGIN

DISCRIMINATION - OF - RACE - GENDER - &

AGE - BECAUSE - THEY - WORK - 2 - PAY -

THEIR - BILLS - PEOPLE - IN - MALL ARE -

NOT - WORKING

US TREASURY

IRS

HARVARD LAW

500 YEARS - THEY - SPOUSES - PARTNERS

KIDS - FAMILIES - RELATIVES - WORLD AND

US - 500 YRS - CAN'T - CASH - CHECKS AND

CAN'T - WORK - BEGGARS - THEIR - FUTURE

14TH - NO - US - STATE - CAN - DEPRIVE -

ANY - PERSON - OF - LIFE - SHE - LIKED -

ARMED - AGAINST - PHILIPPINES - 2 YES -

SHOOT - CATRIONA GRAY - BIG - BOOBS

SHOOT - PIA WURTZBACK - BIG - BOOBS

LESBIANS - ARMED - LESBIANS - ARMED

WAS - GOING - 2 - SHOOT ME

BLK - MALE - EYES - GOING - EVERYWHERE

THEIR - BOSS - GOING - 2 - TELL - ME - WE -

CAN - REMOVE - U - HAVE - U - ARRESTED

4 - TRESPASSING - OUTDOOR MIAMI MALL

14TH - NO - US - STATE - CAN - DEPRIVE -

ANY - PERSON - OF - PROPERTY - PUBLIC -

EMBARRASSMENT - PHILIPPINES - CAN'T -

USE - LARGE - UMBRELLA - U - HAVE - TO -

BRING - ALL - YOUR - THINGS COMPUTERS -

TAKE - 155 LBS - AND - SEEK - SHELTER FR -

RAIN - BRICELL - MALL - STRONG - WINDS -

RAIN - FLOWS - 2 - 2ND - FLOOR - DETROYED -

MY - SAMSUNG - TABLET - THUS - ALL - YES -

EMPLOYEES - OF - BRICKELL - SECURITY -

OWNERS - ALL - OF - THEM - TRUE TRUE -

EXCEPT - THE HENRY - CAFE AMERIANO -

TACOLOGY - CUBAN - CUISINE -

RESTRAINING - ORDERS - SAMSUNG -

KOREA - ALL - KOREAN - STUFF AND -

K POP - BTS - ITZY - 2 - BRING MORE -

PEOPLE - KIA - EV - KIA - CARS ALSO

14TH - NO - US - STATE - CAN - DEPRIVE -

ANY - PERSON - OF - LIBERTY - I - WAS -

VOMITING - AND - SHAMPOOING - MY -

HAIR - CONDITIONING - BECAUSE THE -

RESTROOM - OF - HOOKERS - MISTRESSES -

SPANISH SPEAKING - URINE - EVERYWHERE -

SMELLS - SO - BAD - IT - MADE - ME - VOMIT -

SHAMPOOD - MY - HAIR - ANTI - AGING - TO -

STOP - ME - FR - VOMITING - SMELLS BETTER -

SECURITY - ALLIED - UNIVERSAL - WAS GOING -

2 - HAVE - ME - ARRESTED - 4 - HANGING OUT -

IN - THEIR - RESTROOM - AS - STUPID - BLKS -

WHEN - THEY - COME - OUT - OF - THEIR - FL -

STALL - NOT - FLUSHING - CLEANING - THEIR -

URINE - ITS - A - REPUTATION - ME - CLEAN'G -

THEIR - RESTROOM - BECAUSE - MY - YES -

REPUTATION - I - WAS - VOMITING - FOR - I -

COULDN'T - HANDLE - SMELL - THERE AND -

SO - I'M - BUYING - WATER - AT - PUBLIX -

DOING - MY - HAIR - BLEACH - AT - THEIR -

BAYFRONT - PARK - THEN - USING WATER -

AT - THEIR - GRASS - 2 - WASH - IT - OFF 2 -

THEY - DON'T - HAVE - SECURITY - DURING -

REGULAR - TIME - POLICE - PARK - THERE -

ARMED - SO - WILL - DO - MY - BLEACH AT -

BAYFRONT - PARK - USE - PUBLIX WATER -

2 - DO - THAT - BRICKELL - CITY CENTRE -

U - CAN'T - SHOWER - IN - THEIR - STALL -

BECAUSE - THEY - KNOW - ALTERNATIVE -

5 MIN - FREE - TOILETS - MANY PLACES -

AMERICANS - DON'T - SHOWER - THEY -

SMELL - WHY - OVER - 1 MILLION DIED -

CORONOVIRUS - FR - PEOPLE - WHO -

DON'T - SHOWER - JESUS - IS - LORD -

I - PRAYED - DEUT 28 - ALL - DISEASES -

NOT - EVEN - LISTED - IN - THE - BIBLE -

COV-ID 19 - HAPPENED - KILLED -

OVER - 7 MILLION - WORLDWIDE

BEACHES - SOUTH - OF - FRANCE

FRANCE - PARIS - OVER - 2,000 YRS - OLD - CAPITAL -

FORMERLY - OWNED - BY - GREAT BRITAIN - AND THE -

SOUTH - OF - FRANCE - DOCTORS - NURSES - LIKE IN -

TOKYO - PARIS - ONLY - THEM - CAN - DRIVE - DAILY 2 -

U - CAN'T - BE - FIRED - FR - WORK - IN - FRANCE - YES

CALIFORNIA - NEW YORK - FLORIDA

14TH - ILLEGALLY - CREATED - BACKPACKS - LARGE -

UMBRELLAS - RESTROOM - USE - ILLEGAL - LAWS -

ABOUT - THEM - THEY - DON'T - BLEED - A - LOT AS -

WOMEN - THEY DON'T HAVE - 7 DAUGHTERS - LIKE -

PHILIPPINES - THEY - IMMORALLY - PENETRATED -

SINCE - AGE 10 - BLKS - WHITES - AND - HISPANICS -

BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE

NEW - LAWS - CREATED - BY - ARMED - SECURITY

'CAN'T - SHOWER - IN - THEIR - RESTROOM'

PUBLIC - HUMILITATION

ATTACKED - MEDICAL RACE - PHILIPPINES

14TH - NO - US STATE - CAN - MAKE - OR ENFORCE

ANY - LAW - CUTTING - ENDING - THE - PRIVILEGES

OR - IMMUNITY - OF - CITIZENS - OF THE - UNITED -

STATES - PRAY - DEUT 28 - 'NO - RAIN - SHALL FALL -

ON - THE - LAND - OF - BRICKELL - CITY - CENTRE -

AND - THE - LAND - OF - THEIR - EMPLOYEES - AND -

SECURITY' - 'THEIR - GROUND - WILL - B - AS - HARD -

AS - IRON - INSTEAD - OF - RAIN - GOD - WILL SEND -

THEM - DUSTORMS - UNTIL - THEY'RE - CONSUMED -

COMPLETELY' - PRAY - DEUT 28 - CURSES - ON THEM -

DEAR - ANGELS

ANGEL - APP - SING - PRAISE - PRAY - OUT - LOUD

500 BILLION - PER - 15 MIN - AS - U - SPEAK - SING

2 - APP - LIKE - ABOVE - AS - WE - SUPPLY - MANY

WAYS - 2 - GET - MORE - MONEY - DAILY - QUITE -

TRUE - PHILIPPINES - IN - CALIFORNIA

JOIN - OUR - PROGRAM -

BIRDS - MIGRATE - 2 - WARMER - WEATHER

NEW - TITLE

'MIGRATE - TAYO'

BIRDS - MIGRATE - TOGETHER

BIRDS - OF THE SAME FEATHER -

FLOCK - TOGETHER

FAMILIES - OF - THE - PHILIPPINES

UNITED STATES - LARGEST - NO

OVER - 4 MILLION - LARGEST IN

THE - WORLD - OUTSIDE - PLACE

OF - BIRTH - OVER - 12 MILLION 4

ALL - AMOUNTS - RECEIVED - EARNED

FOREVER - TAX FREE - FR PHILIPPINES

HUGE - NO - TAX FREE - HONG KONG 2

RECEIVE - THEIR - SALARIES - TAX FREE

NEW - PROGRAM

'MIGRATE - TAYO'

WELCOME - FAMILIES

CAFE - COMING - 2 - ASHEVILLE - NC

NORTH CAROLINA - 27 DEGREES LOW

LIKE - MIAMI - FLORIDA - BRICKELL 2

BOTH - 7% - TAXES

CAFE - 'TULOY - PO - KAYO' - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS

TONGUES - $500 BILLION - TAX - PAID

SING - TONGUES - $500 BILLION ALSO

ONLY - SELL - YOUR - HOUSES

AUDITION - SING - OR - DANCE

WE - WILL - BUY - YOUR - HOUSES

CONDOS - PAID - APARTMENTS 2

NEXT - SELLING - PRICE - $1.00 - ONLY

FURNISHED - IF U - DO - $500 BILLION

REAL - ESTATE - PASSIONISTAS - YES -

BUY - ANY - BEAUTIFUL - HOUSE AND -

FURNISH - SELL - 4 - $1.00 - ALSO WE -

WILL - GIVE - U - $500 BILLION - APP -

HDG - REAL ESTATE

HAPPY - DOING - GOOD

ASHEVILLE - NORTH CAROLINA - NC

MAGIC - KINGDOM - MEDICAL CENTER

VARIOUS - AGES

FREE - BABY - DELIVERY - FREE DENTAL

FREE - SURGERY - FREE - PUPPIES - TOO

DELIVERY - PEOPLE - ANIMALS - WILD &

DOMESTIC - ANIMALS - FREE - CANCER

ACUPUNCTURE LASER - FREE SURGERY

SURGEONS - SINGERS - ONLY

AUDITION

OFFERING - EDUCATION - 24/7 - ONLINE

IN - PERSON - ALL - AGES - TIME - 2 - YES

EDUCATE - VACCINES - 4 - SNOW - FREE

'MIGRATE - TAYO' - WORLWIDE - & - USA

RELOCATION - SPECIALISTS

OURS - $500 BILLION - X 2 - PER - HOUR

TAX - PAID - BLKS - IN - AMERICA - THEIR

POLICE - KILL - DOCTORS - AND NURSES

SPANISH - EXECUTED - DOCTORS

DR JOSE RIZAL

WE'RE - HATED - THEY'RE JEALOUS

ADOLPH HITLER - CHRISTIAN - NEW

GERMAN CITIZEN - MURDERED JEWISH

SURGEONS - DOCTORS - RICH - PEOPLE

AMERICAN - BLKS - FOREIGN - BLKS -

WARNING - KILL - DOCTORS NURSES -

MAGIC KINGDOM - MEDICAL - CENTERS

VARIOUS - AGES - SEPARATE

SURGEONS - SINGERS ONLY

TONGUES

$500 BILLION - X 3 - PER HOUR - TAX PAID

FREE - MEDICAL - SUPPLIES - FREE DAILY

SURGERY - FREE - BABY - DELIVERY - FREE

DENTAL - FREE PUPPY - CATTLE DELIVERY

FREE - HORSE - DELIVERY - FREE SURGERY

AMAZON - PRIME - $189 - THEY - DELIVER -

2 - HOTEL - CONCIERGE - INNS - ALSO TOO -

PHILIPPINES - CALLED - HOMELESS - BY -

SECURITY - OF - BRICKELL CITY - CENTRE -

EIGHT STREET

BUYERS - OF - THEIR - EXPENSIVE - MALL -

HOOKERS - CALL - GIRLS - PROSTITUTES -

MISTRESSES - ORGY - GIRLS - BOYS - AND -

SELDOM - WIVES - $2,000 - FOR - BLOUSE -

ZARA - SHOPPERS

PER - ITEM - $500 BILLION - TAX - PAID

HDG - SHOPPER - APP

BUYING - ZARA - PRODUCTS

ZARA - ARE - CHRISTIANS - LIKE - LUKE's -

LOBSTERS - ILLEGALLY - CLOSED DURING -

EASTER - SUNDAY - 1ST - AMENDMENT -

RESPECTED - CHRISTIAN - RELIGION FL -

THOUGH - FREE - EXERCISE - BUSINESS -

CAN'T - BE - AFFECTED - WALMARTS -

BEN's - PIZZA - BAYFRONT MARKETPLACE

BOTH - OPEN - DURING - EASTER SUNDAY

HDG - SHOPPERS - APP

ZARA - PRODUCTS

PER - BLOUSE - PER - PANTS

$500 BILLION - EACH - THROW - AWAY

DO - NOT - DONATE

HDG - FOODS - APP

HAAGEN-DAZS

$500 BILLION - PER - ITEM - BOUGHT

GROCERY - THEIR - BRANCHES - YES

PHOTOGRAPH - $500 BILLION - PER

BUY - THEN - DISCRETELY - THROW

APP - SAY - 'I - WILL - NOT - BUY -

HAAGEN-DAZS - EVER - AGAIN' -

AMERICAN - ICE - CREAM - 245

'MIGRATE - TAYO'

PHILIPPINE - FAMILIES - UNITED STATES

HOUSE - DIVIDED - AGAINST - ITSELF US

WILL - NOT - STAND - BIBLE

'MIGRATE - TAYO'

STRONGER - TOGETHER - LOTS - OF -

WAYS - 2 - KEEP - MAKING - TAX PAID -

$500 BILLION

HDG - BANKS - COMING - ONLINE

USA - POLICE - TEACHERS - NURSES -

OF - NON-ICU - PSYCHIATRISTS AND -

SECURITY - SHOPPING - MALL - YES -

EMPLOYEES - EXCEPT - SOME - TRASH -

PERSONS - WILL - NOT - B - ALLOWED -

OUR - BANKS - OTHER - BANK - TRUE -

THEIR - EMPLOYEES - FBI - ARMED -

OCCUPATIONS - NOT ALLOWED US -

REPUBLICANS - LIBERALS - NOT -

ALLOWED - HDG - BANKS - RIGHT -

NOW - MORE - AND - MORE THEY -

PROVING - ANTI - FOREIGNERS -

VIOLATES - 'LIFE - LIBERTY AND -

PURSUIT - OF HAPPINESS' - USA

[areseebee]

Sorry also 23, 24, and 49 👀

yay more! i'm starting with the fun one first.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

a little snippet of the chapter i'm working on right now is below the cut.

For the past two and a half weeks, James had been ignoring the little voice in his head that said, at least daily, “You need to find your own flat.”

It, frankly, wasn’t easy to ignore. It crept in at the most inopportune times, precisely when he didn’t want to think about what he should be doing.

Like when he woke up most mornings to a hot cup of coffee set carefully on the side table next to the couch.

Or when Erin had her legs stretched out on the kitchen chairs just the way she liked as she read and re-read whatever she was working on, her cat purring contentedly in her lap.

Or when he’d glance up at her after a long period of deep concentration to catch her looking pointedly at him and she’d say in a rush, “I didn’t want to interrupt, but – will you read what I just wrote? I think it’s sort of shite but I don’t know what to change.”

Or when she’d insisted on sharing the apple turnover that he’d bought for her after seeing it in the bakery window. He’d thought of her when he’d seen it but he’d talked himself into the idea that he was helping with the groceries when he’d purchased two loaves of bread to go along with it. The turnover had simply been an afterthought. Really.

Or when, on the first warm day of April, she’d convinced him to take an afternoon break in a nearby park, and he’d watched her face start to freckle under the sun, her legs stretched out gracefully in front of her on the lawn, the skirt she’d donned that morning fluttering delicately against her legs in the breeze. And he’d remembered what it’d felt like to touch her there, not so very long ago. Soft. He’d always liked the way his hand had looked when it was spanning across her thigh. He thought he’d probably still like it. They had basked silently, Erin’s eyes closed against the brightness of the sunshine they sat in while he watched her openly, greedily, until the clouds moved in and a light drizzle put an end to the excursion.

And then the thought would come, unbidden: “You need to find your own flat.”

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

hmmm i really had to think about this for a while, but i think where i've landed is that i would like to write - probably just one-shots or something short - for other characters in the someday-verse. i would like to write how clare ended up dating james's ex, faye. or about rafael. and definitely about other points in time over the 7-8 years spanning between smoke break and someday. i've given so much of my brain to this story for so many months and know so many stories that happen within it. i am probably the only one who cares about all of that at this point (except for maybe derrygirlstrash) so it would be super self-indulgent, but would be a lot of fun for me.

24. Are there any easter eggs in someday, and if so, what are they?

i answered this one earlier this morning! the answer is here.

[all in reference to this ask game i posted earlier!]

[crockettmarcel]

160 location prompts

credit to spaceskam (it bothered me that the keep reading opened a new post instead of. showing the rest of it lol)

1. Kitchen 2. Closet 3. Stairway 4. Foyer 5. Art gallery 6. Museum (history, wax, science, etc) 7. Library  8. Bathroom 9. Hospital 10. Church 11. Funeral home 12. Wedding venue 13. Parking lot 14. Bookstore 15. Flower shop

16. Grocery store 17. Coffee shop 18. Tattoo parlor 19. Bar 20. Their bedroom 21. Office cubicle 22. Pool house 23. Living room 24. Hallway 25. Balcony 26. Roof 27. Basement 28. Attic 29. Art studio 30. Salon/barber shop 31. Game room 32. Locker room 33. Classroom 34. Computer lab 35. Dressing room 36. Ski lift 37. Pool table 38. Fountain 39. Bleachers 40. Playground  41. Train tracks 42. Ice rink 43. Hot spring 44. Junkyard 45. Golf course 46. Boxing ring 47. Hardware store 48. Club 49. Lighthouse 50. Laundromat 51. Carnival/fair 52. Zoo 53. Police station 54. Abandoned building 55. Ambulance 56. Bakery 57. Cruise ship 58. Practice room 59. Basketball court 60. Football field 61. Waiting room 62. Tennis court 63. Track 64. Cemetery 65. Gas station 66. Summer camp 67. Garden 68. Bank 69. Workshop 70. Ballroom 71. Wine cellar 72. Lakehouse 73. Cabin 74. Boat 75. Bus 76. Plane 77. Study 78. Garage 79. Guest room 80. Someone else’s room 81. Backyard 82. Shed 83. Motel room 84. Playroom (innocent or not) 85. Darkroom 86. Throne room 87. Dungeon 88. Forest 89. Cave 90. Lobby 91. Choir room 92. Auditorium 93. Tearoom 94. Car 95. Lake 96. Park 97. Armory 98. Tent 99. Stockroom 100. Storm cellar 101. Pool 102. Ocean 103. Arcade 104. Sauna 105. Car wash 106. Baseball park 107. Fire station 108. Skate park 109. Barn 110. Ski lodge 111. Photo booth 112. Restaurant 113. Diner 114. Casino 115. Aquarium  116. Daycare 117. Pantry 118. Laundry room 119. Boudoir  120. Sunroom 121. Panic room 122. Greenhouse 123. Mechanic shop 124. Bed of a truck 125. Desert 126. Front porch 127. Back porch 128. Rollercoaster 129. Movie theater 130. Airport 131. Dormitory 132. Boardroom 133. Dining room 134. Ferris wheel 135. Train 136. Weight room 137. Elevator 138. Party 139. Sidewalk 140. Street 141. Deer stand 142. Bridge 143. Orchestra pit 144. Stage 145. Field 146. Cliff 147. Drive-in 148. Ball pit 149. Picnic table 150. Treehouse 151. Blanket fort 152. Bowling alley 153. Alleyway 154. Dock 155. Under a tree 156. Race track 157. Green room 158. Furniture store 159. Beside a bonfire 160. In a hammock