#just got back from the ER ... again ... where they told me they don't know why i'm still in such horrible pain ... again

[mullermilkshake]

Half life, half chance

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

Jinwoo takes a chance.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fen Dead!reader Tags - Graphic depictions of Violence/Blood/Murder, Angst, Hurt, Grieving/Loss, Knives, Cremator, Threats

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“What do you mean, half life?” Jinwoo stared off right through him, feeling his legs give out a little.

“I mean she’ll come back, but she’ll be half the person she was. They all come back differently… some talk, some don’t. Others, they just walk around aimlessly, or they might do basic stuff. It all depends- oh, and they don't react well ter healers, so don't bother tryin'.”

“What do you-“

“They were never s’pose to exist again. Healing them after won’t work. Death won’t let yer cheat it that easily.” He rubbed his hands together again, and waited for Jinwoo’s response. “So? Yer want a day with ‘er, or longer?”

“You said you could bring her back…”

That’s where hope fucking got him.

“I can, just not how everyone wants. There’s always an expectation, that’s why I stopped doin’ this. I only came because the preppy boy paid me to come help ya.” 

As soon as Jinwoo saw his aura fluctuate, he grabbed his hands and pulled him away. “I want her back for good. Not a day, not as a fucking zombie, a person, who she was before she died.”

What was the difference in making you a shadow? At least being a shadow, he had a chance in helping you gain your speech back, you’d still be able to hold your children. You’d still have some sort of personality.

“Full, perfect things come at a cost, I aint willin’ to give that up for someone I don’t know.”

“What is the sacrifice?” 

His life for yours? In a heartbeat. 

“To give life, the reaper gotta take it away. It’s my ability, so my life is on the line.” Seok pulled out his tissue and wiped his nose again, sniffling in the misty cold of the storage room. “So I’ll tell yer what I told everyone else that asked what yer askin’... grieve and lay the dead to rest, or you’ll regret even askin’.”

“But…” 

“You either wake ‘er up and say goodbye, or let her go. Those are yer options. So decide. I’m getting paid fer this either way, makes no odds to me.”

“If it’s your life that has to be taken in order for her to come back, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“Sorry?”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you and bring her back myself… either way, I win, and she lives.”

“Go ahead and threaten m’life, boy. You ain’t the first to try yer luck on me. It won’t work, so make yer decision and be a man. Just let her go.”

“No.”

The room fell dangerously silent between the two men, the background humming pumped cold air into the room with mist mixing with their own breaths. The pause was stiff, agonisingly deadly to the point this place would be a tomb entirely. Seok’s final resting place at Jinwoo’s hands.

“You’ll end up hurtin’ yerself.” Seok rubbed his hands together again after. “But who am I to tell yer what to do?”

Seok’s aura came out like magenta flames from his fingers, engulfing your body like a blanket. You neither moved nor breathed from what Jinwoo could see. Seok gritted his teeth, hands stiff and shaking until they dropped at his sides, nose bleeding and dripping down his lips.

“Nah, there’s nothin’ there to bring back. Whatever there was, it’s gone.” Taking the tissue out, he dabbed his nose lazily until it was clean.

“You didn’t even fucking try…” Jinwoo snatched the man by the cuff of his dull coat, his knuckles going over white. “I said to heal her fully. Not partially!”

“Yer putin’ yerself in a world ‘a hurt, boy. Don’t do it.” Seok’s expression remained emotionless, a little blood seeping from his nostril again.

“Heal her fully, or I’ll end your life right here. It won’t take long, so don’t piss me off and waste my time more than you already have….”

”Good luck.”

”If you do what I say, your death will be quick, I can assure that. If you don’t… It'll be painful.” 

He sniffed, staring Jinwoo dead in the face. “I told you, I ain’t scared of some kid threatenin’ me. So, do yer worst-”

Jinwoo slit his throat from ear to ear, deep enough to sever his jaw, but not enough to allow him a quick enough death. He didn’t deserve it, not being a selfish, fucking prick. Jinwoo stood there while he tried to grasp at his pants, claw at his shoes in squelching gargles.

“This could have been so much smoother had you actually done what I asked… I don’t give a shit about you, or what you can do, not anymore. I have a better use for you dead, so just hurry up and die already.”

In minutes, he stopped moving, the surprised and scared look in his eyes faded alongside his life, his aura. Just another body laying in his own blood of a decision he made himself.

“Arise.”

The man’s shadow arose from its body, standing there just as hunched over as it was before, grunting and gormlessly staring across the room.

Notification

[Skill: Shadow extraction] is successful

Lv.5 Necromancer

You may bestow a name.

“What was his name again?” Jinwoo wasn’t thinking clearly to name him now. “Liar.”

The system named him, disappearing out of sight so Jinwoo could use him. “Heal her fully, bring her back.”

Jinwoo stood there anxiously waiting, tapping his fingers on the metal table, waiting and cursing to himself while ‘Liar’ worked the supposed magic he claimed to have while still living.

“Hurry up.” He said, watching him work and rubbing his hands, but nothing came of it.

Then, the shadow lowered its hands, stepping back with a firm shake of its head.

“Nothing?” Jinwoo’s jaw tensed, his fists shook and tempted his emotions to flair. “What do you mean nothing?!”

Too late.

Another necromancer was useful in his shadow army, but being C-Rank had its limitations, and capability of pissing him off. Jinwoo was desperate, and panicked. He shoved him away back into his shadow and stood by your body in one last act of despair, something he knew he’d regret.

Hands trembling, lip quivering, one word that would haunt him.

No choice. He promised his babies they’d see their mother again.

“Arise.”

Nothing.

“What?” Absolutely nothing. Not even a system notification.

“Arise.”

Still, nothing.

“Please… Arise. Arise- arise! Fucking Arise!” He slammed his hand down on the metal table, repeatedly, saying his trigger word over and over again until he became light headed, breathing the dry air in until it choked him.

“Please… Someone do something!” Then, he crashed out entirely. “System! You wanted to give me the secret quest so bad but I get nothing to go on to complete it! You bastard!”

He slipped to the floor right on his leg, skidding on the pooled blood on the floor. His shoes were as red as his heart was empty.

“How the fuck do I progress if I can’t get her back- I’d give it all away if I could be with her!” The power, strength, everything.

Maybe his past self was right? You would have been better off with him when he was weaker. But how did his strength match up to his previous rank back then, when he couldn’t ever protect you in the first place, and he couldn’t bring you back?

“I’d go back to my old life if it meant she lived…” He sobbed, burying his face in his hands to hide the sounds. “I’ll die if it means she lives.”

Jinwoo didn’t count how long he’d been in that cold storage room, starting to shiver and icing over his tears. He didn’t want to move, but eventually pulled himself up, planted a weak kiss on your forehead and stumbled out of the room.

How can I face Min-ho and Jun-hee now? They’ll know their dad is a liar…

“Mr. Sung? What happened to you- are you hurt?!”

A man ran over, coming to his aid with his jacket, wrapping it over his shoulders and walked him over to a chair.

“You’re freezing, how long did you stay in there for? Where did that blood come from?”

“Honestly… I don’t know.” Jinwoo’s stare pointed way past a thousand yards. “I just…”

“Let’s warm you up, I’ll get you a hot drink.” He ran off and when he came back, Jinwoo was still sitting as he put him.

“Are you okay?”

Jinwoo repeated himself. “Honestly… I don’t know.”

The man pulled up another chair and laid a blanket over Jinwoo’s legs. “I’m glad I found you, I was beginning to worry. I called you like ten times.”

My phone rang? I didn’t even hear it.

“What did you need?”

He looked away from him, bashfully almost. “Well, it’s not really appropriate to ask right now.”

“Tell me.” Nothing else could make the day get any worse.

“I called to start making plans for the funeral-“

“No. I need more time.”

“There’s six days left that she can be left on ice, planning a funeral takes time so we need to-“

“I said no.”

Keeping you in that room was the closest Jinwoo could get to you without you being out of existence entirely. If he had it his way, he’d keep you on ice forever so that he could still see you every day. That way you would still stay to see the twins grow up and Jinwoo could tell you what school they went to and what their favourite desert was.

If there was a funeral before he could work things out, then it made it truly real.

“Mr. Sung, please.”

Jinwoo stood up abruptly, having what little patience he had wear out. He threw the hot drink across the room and stared him down. “Don’t you dare think about touching her body.”

“Cold storage can slow decomposition down, i-it can’t stop it! She’ll decompose eventually and whatever memories you have will be replaced by how she’ll look in a months time! P-please, Mr. Sung, think about your memories! Everyone will need to grieve eventually and they could help you through it!”

A public funeral, the thought had never crossed his mind. Jinwoo wasn’t sharing you. He couldn’t share you with everyone else. If it had to be, Jinwoo was calling the shots. On his own terms until he could come to terms with it.

“No one is permitted to enter to see her. If she really has to go, then the funeral is just for me and our kids.”

“But, she was an S-Rank hunter-“

“I don’t care if she was god.” You were higher than any spiritual being he could ever think of and Jinwoo gritted his teeth at the man so he could bear down without violence. “She was my fiance… A mother, a human being. We’re having a private ceremony. If anyone steps foot inside, I’ll personally see to it that they never walk again. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good.”

In the days leading up to your funeral, the news outlets were all over it, finally hearing of your death and how badly it affected Jinwoo. Civilians left flowers and called for justice when news came out that you had not only died, you were murdered. Jinwoo avoided being out in public like the plague to prevent a flash of a camera or misplaced quote, going out only when he had to and relied on Jin-ho to fetch things for him.

He ran out of ideas, had Igris take care of the body in the cold storage.

Shouted curse words in the shower so that the twins didn’t hear.

He often struggled to hold it together at night and lost so much sleep he became a zombie of his own, barely caring for himself and only putting in all his effort to keep Min-ho and Jun-hee cared for.

Jinwoo ignored calls from his mom and sister. Let the door knock on and on and on while he sat all alone in a sickeningly quiet apartment.

And when the day of the funeral came, Jinwoo wasn’t even sure if he should bring the twins with him, still in disbelief that he’d failed to do everything he could for you. He agonised over it for hours, back and forth on what was appropriate.

He decided not to take them.

But at the last minute, he did.

So it brought him to the present, standing over you with the twins in their stroller, napping quietly together as their dad said his goodbye to their mother.

“I failed you, baby… I was so sure that I could get you back, and I couldn’t do it…”

His voice echoed, bouncing off the walls instead of you. You laid so prettily in the dress he picked out for you, his favourite summer dress, yellow like sunshine with pretty white flowers you wore while you were pregnant.

“Please don’t go…”

Jinwoo brushed your hair before you were completely thawed out after they moved you here, on a metal slap that led straight into the cremator. He couldn’t bury you, not when he knew your body would rot and turn to mush in the ground like all the other hunters that lost their lives. Cremating you allowed him to keep you with him at home where you should have been.

Jun-hee made her little noises when she was growing fussy, a mimicked cough before she let her lungs do the taking. Jinwoo rocked the stroller which seemed to ease her a little.

“I wish I’d met you sooner. Maybe he’s right… maybe you would have learned to love me when I was weak- but I’m weak now, weak without you.”

Min-ho started too, whining in his seat despite being fed not half an hour ago. That in turn set Jun-hee off again.

“Shh, shh, kiddo’s. It’s okay.”

Jinwoo tried to be strong in front of his children, not letting them see their dad tear up and cry. But when he understood that his babies were just missing their mother too, how could he hide it?

“I know. I know you miss her. I do too.”

It was all getting too much. He bent down to stroke your hair and kiss your lips one last time, rocking the stroller with his other hand “I love you so much. That will never change. Sleep well, baby… I’m sorry.”

If he didn’t let you go now, he never would.

He watched you disappear into the cremator, struggling for his own breath and stood back as the door closed. Min-ho and Jun-hee were screaming, both red in the face like they knew. They knew this was the end. They hadn’t seen their mom since the hospital, and the next time they were watching her burn to ashes.

Jinwoo turned around to face the wall, holding his face in his hands, sobbing and just wanting his own mom to tell him it was going to be alright. He ignored the clonking of the machinery, but what he couldn’t ignore was the fact his children suddenly went silent, content.

When he looked, wiping his face with his suit sleeve, it was the strangest thing. The twins' aura flared up, like how it used to when you were pregnant. Only this time, they weren’t surrounded by their own auras, it was yours. Jinwoo recognised the sight of it immediately, reminding him of home, eating sweets while watching a movie, and cuddling under a blanket before sharing a goodnight kiss. His own comforts.

The twins were still in possession of your aura. They never absorbed it.

Jinwoo couldn’t tell if it was a goodbye, or something entirely different, however, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it in case it vanished for good.

And it did.

Followed by a noise once the babies started to cry again.

A noise.

Banging on the door, from inside the cremator.

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

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[hikeyzz]

i'm too tired to get around to kms tonight maybe tomorrow

[touchtheinvisiblestars]

Imagine Benny when you come to him for help

"Ben?" You call out, rapping your knuckles on the door frame. You held your other arm flush to your chest, trying to ignore the searing pain coming from your shoulder.

Knocking on the door again. You didn't know if he was home or out with the guys. You just knew where his house was and that you needed help.

"Hang on a damn minute!" He yelled from inside. Clearly irritated at the disturbance at such a late hour. You breathed a sigh of relief that he was home.

"Benny please let me in." You called, glancing out into the night behind you.

"Y/N?" His heavy footsteps picked up in speed and he yanked open the door.

Practically barging past him, you stumble into the entrance way of the house.

"I'm so sorry Ben. I didn't have anywhere else to go?"

"How about a hospital? What the fuck happened to you." He looked you over, taking note of the cuts on your face and the way you held your arm.

"Don't want to talk about it."

"Fair enough. Why did you come here? Frankies' is closest to you."

"You told me I could come here if I needed to. For safety."

"Yeah but that was about- oh. Wait he did this to you?" The realisation dawned on him and he felt a wave of anger roll over him.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to get away from him, and he doesn't know where you live. Among other reasons. I would have gone to Frankie but Sam's not even a month old yet, and you don't have a baby."

"He's looking for you? To what? Have another go at beating you senseless."

"His exact words were a little more colourful and descriptive."

"Right... You need to sit down so I can clean you up. And then start over and tell me exactly what happened."

You took a seat on the very comfortable sofa. Perching yourself on the edge of the cushion. Not wanting to stain them with any dirt or blood.

Benny came back with his well stocked first aid kit. Constantly in use from his training and fighting injuries.

"Start from the top. I'm all ears." Benny prompted you as he took a seat on the footstool and started taking out some antiseptic wipes.

"There really isn't all that much to explain. I came home from work. Showered and the next thing I know he's on me like I've just told him I fucked someone in our bed. Which I hadn't by the way. Apparently some of his buddies saw me at your fight yesterday. Made up something about it and played into his jealousy about it. Nothing I could say way going to make it better."

"Fuckin' knew it. I told Will this would happen. Tell me you're not going back to him."

"Do I look brain damaged Ben? I'm not the girl that going to 'fix' him. The second he put his hands on me I was done. There's no going back from this."

A comfortable silence followed, only cut by the occasional sharp intake of breath from you as Benny cleaned you up.

"Good. 'Kay, I've cleaned up that busted eyebrow and your lip. You're lucky you don't need stitches for your hand. Can you move your shoulder or are taking a trip to the ER?"

"Ben I can't afford it. But it fuckin' hurts. I can move my wrist?" You offered, hoping it was helpful information.

Letting out a sigh, he placed down the cloth he had, "Ive fixed a fair few dislocated shoulders but if it's broken were going to have to. Can I see?"

You nodded, shifting to face him side on. He moved your hoodie to the side and his fingers prodded along you collarbone. Whimpering as he got to a particularly sore spot.

"What's the verdict nurse Miller?" You teased.

"I don't think it's broken, how this that happen exactly."

"He uh, kicked it."

Ben let out a puff of air, signaling his disgust, but continued feeling along your shoulder, "yep that's dislocated. I can put it back but I need to do it properly and quickly."

You nodded, Benny moved so he was sat behind you. Wrapping an arm around yours, he took hold of your upper arm. "Okay, what do I need to do, can you give me-"

With a sickening pop, he jolted your shoulder back into place. Letting out a horror movie worthy scream. You lurched away from him and blinked at him in shock.

"I'm sorry. It's best to just do it, warning makes it worse."

"Holy shit, that fucking hurt." You puffed out breaths of air trying to slow your heart. "But thank you."

"Try not to move it too much."

"Okay. Ben I'm sorry for just turning up here."

"None of that thank you very much. I'm just flattered you felt safe enough to come to me. I meant what I said."

"Of course I feel safe with you. You've always looked after me like I'm yours."

There was a tense silence for a moment after that as you both started at each other. Ben cleared his throat and shifted himself off the sofa.

"I'm going to grab you some painkillers. I bet you're starting to ache now."

He was right, you felt like you'd been put through a hydraulic press six different ways. Returning with a glass and a hand outstretched with a few pills in it. You gratefully took them. Downing the pills and the water easily.

"If you just drugged me I'm going to be so mad."

He let out a chuckle, "come on. If I was like that I wouldn't have wasted a good first aid kit on you. That shits expensive."

"The way you go through them yeah I bet they are." You both chuckled at the thought.

"Okay I sho-" You started to say but we're cut off by the sound a car pulling up and the engine turning off.

You heard a car door close outside. Making you freeze.

"Go upstairs now. Don't come back down until I say it's clear." Benny whisper shouted. He quickly tidied up the first aid kit and shoved it under a blanket on the sofa.

"Now!" He urged you when you didn't move.

Jumping into action you, ran upstairs, hovering on the landing.

Four sharp thumps to the front door had your blood running cold. How the fuck had he found you here?

"Will? What the hell do you want this late?"

"Is Y/N here?"

"Why?"

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"It's okay Y/N it's just Will." Benny called up to you.

Tentatively you came back downstairs. Seeing the two brothers stood side by side.

When Will locked eyes on you, he strode over and pulled you into a hug. He had always been the less affectionate of the two. So it surprised you as he rubbed your back.

"Thank god you're okay. He's been down the bar bragging about what he did to you."

"What? She's lucky she didn't have to go to the hospital." Benny seethed, "man I really want to go down there."

"Bet he missed out some bits. He was cradling his balls as I ran off."

The two of them snorted in unison, "you better have."

"Of course I did. He wouldn't have stopped. Fucker was trying to kill me."

"Well he's never gonna get the chance to again." Benny affirmed, gritting his teeth.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Power II

Katie McCabe x Reader

Summary: You put Katie in her place

Katie was really toeing the line now.

A win against Chelsea under her belt and suddenly she was drunk off the feeling of victory.

That always made her act out a bit and you looked up at her from under your lashes as you sat in her cubby.

The whole locker room was celebrating.

Usually, you wouldn't venture in here but she had been insistent, dragging you inside in a way that really puffed her up to her friends.

You could forgive that though.

You always gave her a bit of leeway when she was celebrating. Not too much though and she was really getting closer to you snapping at her.

"Y/n!" Kyra crowed from across the room," My zipper's stuck!"

You sighed fondly at the girl, getting to your feet to fix her coat for her.

A half-eaten slice of pizza hung from her mouth as she struggled, trying to force her zipper down and you tutted.

"Give me a moment, Kyra," You told her," I don't know how you got it this stuck."

Kyra was sat in her cubby and you had to lean over to wrench the extra fabric out from her zipper.

You'd just got it free when you felt a slap to your ass.

You shrieked a little bit at the shock of it before whirling around.

Katie was grinning, looking back at her friends to check if they saw but her smile dimmed when she saw the pointed look you were giving her.

You stepped closer, enough for the team to not hear your words as you spoke them directly into her ear.

"That's strike one," You said," Keep pushing me and I will put you back in your place, Katie."

"Babe," She stuttered out," It was just a joke."

"And that's why it's only your first warning."

Strike two came when you were on the bus. Usually, you would drive yourself to Katie's games but she had insisted on having you on the team bus with her, sat in her lap.

She was still talking to Leah and Lessi and you knew the moment Leah mentioned partaking in certain celebrations when you got home that Katie would feel emboldened again.

Her hands roamed and you let them.

They were mostly under the table where the other girls couldn't see.

A squeeze of the thigh.

A teasing drag of her leg against yours.

Then her hands got higher and higher until she was squeezing one of your breasts in one hand.

Your shifted a little bit, tilting your head to once again speak into her ear.

"Second warning. One more Katie and I swear to god I will put you in your place in front of all of your little friends."

Katie's hand dropped.

There wasn't another incident until you all got back to London.

You were walking off the bus when Katie, having been teased somewhat by Leah, pulled you into a downright filthy kiss in public.

There was cheering behind her and you decided in that moment that Arsenal was just frat house masquerading as a football club.

You also decided that Katie had run out of warnings so, as she slipped her tongue into your mouth, your hand shot out to grab her neck.

She faltered.

"What?" You said," Is something wrong? You love when I squeeze your neck when we kiss."

"B-Babe," She said, chest heaving, torn halfway between being ridiculously turned on and embarrassed beyond belief.

"What? I thought you wanted to kiss me in front of all of your little friends."

"I'm sorry."

"Uh-huh. You will be." You pulled away but kept a tight grip on Katie's neck, raising your voice so everyone could hear. "Now, go and say goodbye to your friends. Nicely, Katie, and then we'll go home."

"Er...yes..."

You released her and off she went to say goodbye, face burning red as everyone stared with open mouths at how obedient she had become.

You couldn't resist though.

"If you hurry up then I'll break out that big strap you like and we can work on you taking it all."

Her face burned brighter.

[kadwrites]

my mother's daughter | T.S

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summary ; you and your mother get into a heated argument

warnings ; arranged marriage!trope , angst , mommy issues?, fluff, soft!tommy , your mother is kinda annoying , ada is a girls girl idk

a/n ; i don't know what to think of this part ??

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your nostrils flared as you stride through the venue's corridors to the room your family had booked to get ready in.

madeline and fiona walk behind you, too nervous to say anything. tommy stayed behind, too many important people were there , he couldn't just disappear yet.

you open the door and there she is, celest and her daughters around her, you lift your dress and crouch

"what did she do?" you drop the dress and hold her face in your hands , looking at her. her eyes red and her lips quivering

"it's okay..."

"no it's fucking not."

"why are you here? you should be with the guests!"

your face twitches and your sister grips your hands whispering "no no no."

your nieces hold their breath as they stare at eachother. the room is tense , the air feels scarce

you turn around, your chest is heaving with angry, shallow breaths "what the fuck is wrong with ya mum?"

she closes the door behind her, fearing someone will hear. someone was hearing all of this, madeline and fiona were behind the door.

"what are you on about , young lady?" she speaks sternly

"and ya 'ave the fucking nerve to act angry?" you walk closer, moments from the day she told you about the marriage flashing in your head "look at what ya did to 'er!"

"she wanted to wear my necklace!" she raised her voice

"who cares? it's just a necklace!" you raise your voice too

"i do! it was meant for you, not her" she points at your sister "she got her own engagement party and her own wedding when she married that twat."

"i don't fucking want it mum, i don't want the fucking necklace." your teeth grind against eachother "i don't want anything from ya."

"how dare you...." she points her finger at you now

"no mum, no ya don't get to play this fucking card anymore" your voice cracks "why couldn't ya just let us be fucking happy for once mum? why did ya 'ave to do this?" your eyes fill with tears "right when i started being happy again? when i accepted everything? you do this"

"you're acting like i ruined your party!"

"ya made my sister cry!" you point at celest "she's been the one that's comforting me, taking care of me when ya were too busy playing the role of the self righteous mother." you take a step back , pointing at celest "she will wear whatever the fuck she wants,"

your mother puts a hand on her chest "how could you speak to me like that?"

"how could ya be so selfish mum?"

"selfish?" she chuckles bitterly "you wouldn't be here without me..." she points at the door behind her "this place? you wouldn't have even dreamt of seeing without me, that dress? you wouldn't have even touched without me, nothing here would be even a reality with me."

your jaw clenches and you just stare at her, in disbelief.

you just walk out, your feet leading you to god knows where,

your mother glares at celest before turning but stopping in her tracks, seeing tommy at the door.

"girls, would ya please take your mother out? maybe take 'er to the ladies room yeah? let 'er wash 'er face." he stares at your mother while he speaks, and your nieces scurry out with their own mother

"excuse me." your mother tries to leave but he blocks her way again

"get back in here."

she turns, staring back at him

"ya will listen to me , and ya will listen carefully." he speaks in a monotone voice "ya will go to your daughter, and ya will apologize and ya will fucking behave for the rest of the night."

"what?" her brows are furrowed, she's offended

"and if ya even think of pulling a stunt like that on our wedding day, i will drag ya out of it kicking and screaming if i 'ave to." he doesn't falter or even respond to what she said

"this is a family matter, it doesn't concern you."

"she is my family," he gets closer to her "ya do not want to test me , elizabeth. ya know what im capable of."

"what are you going to do thomas? kill me?" she asks with a bitter hiss

"ya arranged this whole thing so i can protect your daughter did ya not? , that's what im fucking doing" he doesn't even dignify her protests "ya will act like a happy mother, ya will not embarrass me or my fiancée , ya will not cause a fucking scene in my engagement, do ya hear?"

she doesn't speak, just looking at him

"i said do ya fucking hear me, elizabeth?"

"yes."

"good."

you somehow found your way outside, to the garden, you sat on the marble steps. wiping off your tears as they continued to flow.

you see someone sit beside you in your peripheral vision, and you both don't talk for a minute.

"ya shouldn't cry tonight , it might bring bad luck, might curse your marriage." the person next to you spoke and you turn to see her

you recognize the features , you recognize the attitude.

"yeah well, it might as well be cursed." you look back at the beautiful rose garden, thinking maybe the sight of something beautiful will soothe the pain

"what's making ya cry then?" ada lights a cigarette, offering you one. you wave your hand, not wanting one.

"my mother" you say with a sigh, tears blurring the sight before you

"what 'appened ?"

"we had a fight about a stupid necklace" you look down, you see your tears landing on floor "i love 'er , but it's so hard for me to like 'er. it's so hard to just be around 'er"

"does she do this often ? making ya cry?"

"i guess the same way all mothers do" you speak softly, as you look at her

"why are ya letting 'er do that to ya?" she says with a raised brow "tommy says ya got fire in ya"

"well it's 'er fire that lit mine" you chuckle "it feels like i'm so much like 'er and yet we are nothing alike"

"ya 'ave two choices" she exhales the cloud of smoke as she motions with her cigarette "ya either let 'er win, let 'er make ya cry one more time or ya go and enjoy your fucking engagement party that ya spent days planning"

before you get to answer you hear a set of footsteps that are heading towards you, and when you look over your shoulder it's none other than your husband-to-be , standing there , his eyes drifting between you and his sister

you stand, looking at him, and you can't help the tear that runs down your face again

ada looks at the both of you, almost amused at how soft her brother seems, and he looks at her "would ya fucking mind?"

she puts her hands up, surrendering before walking off , still smiling in amusement

"ya can't cry today"

"bad luck aye?"

"that" he nods "and ya'll ruin your fucking makeup."

you chuckle, wiping off your tears "i'm sorry...".

he's never seen you like this, and nothing could've prepared him for how tight his chest would feel when he looked at you and saw those eyes of yours red and wet, your cheeks almost stained with tears and your voice filled with misery

"for what?" he asks softly , his body moves on its own, his thumb wipes away the tears

"for leaving alone with the guests" you sniffle a little bit, "for crying too"

"nothing for ya to apologize for."

you take a deep breath and fix any stray hairs, you smooth down your dress "we should go back"


"look at me." he puts his hands on your shoulders and speaks with a small smile "say 'i will not let my mummy make me cry tonight' "

you raise a brow "no"

"say it now come on"

"i will not let my mummy make me cry tonight" you give him a tight lipped smile "happy?"

"very." he let's you loop your arms with his as you go back to the party.

the rest of the evening went smoothly , the guests were happy, and you were too. tommy kept your mother away from you. and you didn't even notice. celest laughed and drank with you and your friends, your dad and your brothers were having the time of their lives.

"i want to propose a toast, to the two lovely groom and bride to be. i wish you all the happiness" a guest, you recognized as a business partner of tommy's

you smiled and your champagne flute went up, and so did tommy's. and then your mother got up, holding her own flute , and your smile faltered.

tommy grasped your hand under the table , and you just glanced at him before looking back at your mother

"i want to propose a toast as well," your mother smiled, looking at you. "to my lovely daughter and tommy, i wish you both a happy long life and a bright future, cheers!"

you smiled and sipped your drink, and tommy never took his eyes off your mother

"i think i might just lose my mind and go fight 'er again." you whisper into tommy's ear, your hand on his shoulder, the other hand in his, he holds your waist as you two dance "or stab 'er with a spoon... i don't know."

he chuckled and you glared at him again "i'm glad ya find my misery amusing."

"it's less your misery and more your angry face" he murmured

you scoff and you look away, trying very hard to not smile

"ya look beautiful" his voice wasn't playful, and his eyes were soft on you.

suddenly you were hyperaware of his touch on your waist, his hand gripping yours.

you look at him again,"thank you" your smile gives you away "ya look good too, ya always do"

"i do?" he raised a brow and an amused smirk replaced his smile

"ya don't 'ave a mirror in your mansion?"

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daryl dixon x fem!reader

🪶 part three

warnings for this part: typical twd stuff, daryl being a cutie patootie and in love but also jealous, violence, did i mention jealousy? carol and daryl being besties, drama, curse words, 'idiots in love', slow burn? mutual pining? hurt and heartbreak, wonky timeline

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a/n: i actually didn't plan to post the next part so soon, but... i don't want to keep y'all waiting 'cause i'm way too excited myself. 🤭

[ 🪶 part two ]

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Like clockwork slipped your eyes shut; ready to finally feel his lips on yours.

But the kiss never came.

Reopening your eyes in confusion, you witnessed just in time how Daryl pulled away again; turning his head as if he was ashamed. "I-I, uh, I should go 'n check the perimeter again," he muttered and quickly stood up, before turning away and just leaving you behind. Confused, stunned, and a little heartbroken.

What the hell did just happen?

Everything seemed to be even more awkward and complicated between you and the archer now than it was before that mission. Daryl literally hid away from you and fled - like a unsociable stray cat. As if he was afraid of you...

You were so confused; not understanding him at all. The signs he gave you were so... hard to interpret and blurry. Were feelings involved or was that 'kiss' just the heat of the moment? Did he regret 'opening up' to you like he did that night? What was going on? You didn't know anymore.

Daryl left Oceanside without a single word; heading back to Alexandria with nothing but a troubled mind.

No one of his friends and family members noticed that something was clearly off. Not even after he spent almost a whole week in the woods to 'hunt'. No one, except one person...

"Hello, stranger." As the familiar voice urged to his ears, Daryl looked up from where he sat beside his small campfire - down by the river; currently cooking the possum he caught. "Whatcha doin' here?" He asked; quite a bit caught by surprise. "What? Can't a woman just visit her best friend?" Carol smiled and took off her bag, before she just sat down beside him. The archer scoffed; making some room for her. It felt a bit like a déjà-vu. The last time they sat around a campfire- "I'm worried about you, you know."

Daryl looked over at the woman. "Worried, why?" "About you." "'Bout me?" He scoffed again; working hard to mask his upcoming nervousity. "Ya dun have ta be worried 'bout me. 'M fine." The gray haired woman scrunched her nose. "Yeah? Fine? That's the reason why you refuse to come back home and stay a whole week in the woods?" Daryl said nothing and just poked around in the fire with a stick, before throwing it inside the flames. "What are you even doing out here?" He merely shrugged his shoulders. "Nothin'. I jus' like being out here." Carol eyed him critically; narrowing her eyes. "You're running from something, right?" "Nah." "Yes, yes, you do. You can't fool me, Daryl. Spit it out. I told you before, you have to let yourself feel it. Whatever it is. Stop bottling it up. Talk."

He sighed; fumbling with the fingerless gloves he wore and chewed on the inside of his lip. Daryl knew how stubborn Carol could be. He knew that she wouldn't leave without him telling the truth. She just knew him too well. And perhaps was talking not the worst idea... Perhaps she could even help him.

"I, uh, I almost... kissed 'er."

His best friend's eyes widened to the size of plates. "Y/N?! You almost kissed Y/N?! Ha! I told you!" She giggled and gently bumped her shoulder against his. "Shuddup," grumbled the archer in return; desperately trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. "Oh, come on..." She bumped him again. "But why just almost?" "'Cause I panicked." "You panicked?" He nodded, almost ashamed. "Got cold feet, 'n... fled. Jus' left 'er behind." "Why?" Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "Was afraid to cross a line, 'n do sum'thin' wrong." Carol sighed and placed her hand on his. "Daryl... Y/N likes you. A lot. I'm sure she wants that too. You just have to bite the bullet." He nodded. "I know, but 's been so long since I... kissed a girl 'n I dun want to screw it up." The woman gently squeezed his hand. "Talk to her. Tell her what you just told me. She'll understand. But please... Don't run from this. Don't run from her. Y/N doesn't deserve to be left hanging in the air without clarity, does she?" Daryl shook his head; chestnut brown curls falling into his face. "Nah..." "See?" Carol smiled softly. "Now you better pack up here and drive to Oceanside. I take Dog back home."

That's what the archer did. He drove to Oceanside; determined and with newfound confidence - only to find out that you weren't there. Cyndie had asked you to go to the Hilltop in order to help one of the horses who had gotten sick. Being a vet had its perks - for animals and humans, too.

So, Daryl gassed up his bike, kindly received some food for the drive, and made his way to the Hilltop. He hadn't been there in a while, so stopping by and checking in was on his agenda anyway.

The gates got opened for the well-known friend of course on an instant, so that he could drive right through. Once he parked his beloved vehicle, the archer got greeted by a lot of familiar faces. Connie, Kelly, Ezekiel and Jerry. "Hey, dude, what brings you here?" The latter asked with a smile; clapping a big hand on his shoulder. "Jus' stoppin' by. Been a while since I lastly set foot here, 'n I thought 'm gonna check in on y'all."

Yes, it wasn't entirely the truth. But it wasn't a lie either.

"Awesome," Jerry stated and clapped his shoulder again, before he stepped aside for Ezekiel to greet the man as well. They shook hands and exchanged an respecting look. "How are ya holdin' up? Everything a'right?"

A thorough conversation was held about the Hilltop, its resources and the people.

Once Daryl was up to date, he looked around; scanning the bustling place. "Is, uh, Y/N still 'ere? Heard she came over for the horse." The king nodded with a small smile. "She is, indeed. You'll find her in the stable." Daryl gave Ezekiel a nod in return and directly made his way over to stables. Entering the wooden construction, he heard voices talking. Your voice did he recognize. The other not. Turning his head, he was about to call out your name; heart thumping quite nervously against his ribcage.

But his voice died in his throat.

You were squatted on the strawy ground. Your patient laid on its side as you examined the animal's visibly injured leg. Nothing unusual at first. But this situation had a catch. One that made the archer's blood boil in his veins. There was a strange man - someone he had never seen before, squatted behind you. He had his arms literally around you; body way too close to you for his liking. Certain body parts way too close to you. If the situation wasn't obvious - due to the horse, this could be definitely misinterpreted...

Daryl interpreted it nevertheless wrong. There was some strange man touching you - the woman he had let into his heart. The woman he loved. All he saw was red.

With a disapproving grunt, he stomped over, placed his hand on the man's shoulder and yanked him back - away from you. The man landed on his ass with a small groan. His eyes traveled up to meet Daryl's; raging blue eyes staring daggers back at him. He instantly got back to his feet. "What the hell, man?!" He exclaimed; attracting your attention as well. You turned around to see both men facing each other. "What do you think you're do-"

Everything happened within the blink of an eye. You weren't able to react. Before you could even figure out what was going on, had connected the archer's fist with the stranger's jaw - and he stumbled back, landing on his ass a second time.

Your eyes widened as you saw the man you secretly loved punching your assistant and friend. "Daryl! What-" You immediately got to your feet as well and wanted to speak up, but the man sitting on the floor interrupted you. "What the hell?! Are you insane?!" He started to yell at Daryl; rubbing his aching chin. "What's wrong with you?!" Daryl was still staring daggers at him. "Ya been touchin' 'er," he just growled lowly. The man frowned and scoffed, then huffed out a laugh. "Well, yes! I helped her with the horse! She's hurt as you can see, or are you blind?!" Daryl's balled hands twitched at his sides. "Ain't no damn excuse." The stranger scoffed again and slowly lifted himself off the ground; ready to fight back. "Mike-" You started and wanted to stop this already heated situation from escalating. "No, Y/N," Mike brushed you off. "This asshole needs to be taught some manners. Who are you anyway, huh?" Mike's eyes flickered back to Daryl. "Her guard dog, or what?"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Ain't no damn guard dog," Daryl hissed in a deep, dangerous voice and started to march over to his rival again.

You had witnessed the scenes unfold in front of your shocked eyes. You had to do something and react fast, before this was turning into a serious brawl - for completely no reason. So, you rushed forward to step in Daryl's way to keep him from beating up your friend. "Daryl, stop!" You placed both palms firmly on his chest to stop him. Your touch send a sudden spark through the archer, which caused his heart to skip a beat. Not out of anger, though.

"Daryl, please, stop!" You said a second time and pushed; hardly managing to keep the bulky, strong man in place. "Stop!" You said once again - this time a bit firmer and louder; message finally reaching his brain. "Leave Mike alone." Daryl stopped and even took a step back. He was quite a bit confused. A puzzled expression was on his face. "Ya defendin' him?! Y/N, he was touchin' ya!" You sighed and stomped your feet almost angrily on the ground. "Yes, because he had to! He was - is a keeper and wanted to help me tend to her injured leg!" Daryl scoffed; pacing around like a wounded animal. "Sure, 's definitely not somethin' a man like this prick would say to get to touch a woman inappropriately."

Slowly, you could feel yourself getting angrier and losing your temper. Why was Daryl acting like an idiot now? Making a fuss about nothing at all. Making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Fucking hell, Daryl!" You started; Mike just watching you two interact in the background. "Get your shit together, will you?! What is your damn problem?!" Daryl's jaw clenched. That this asshole is laying hands on something which is supposed to be mine, the archer thought. Gritting his teeth, he looked up to face you, but just as he wanted to say something stormed suddenly Ezekiel and Jerry around the corner; interrupting the situation.

"What is going on here?" The king asked as he eyed Mike and Daryl; him and Jerry instantly stepping between the other two men. Daryl just grunted and shook his head. "Nothin'," he spoke in a quieter voice; anger and jealousy simmering in his eyes. Something you didn't catch. Then he just turned on his heels and walked away. He had heard and seen enough.

Daryl avoided you the rest of the day. He was frustrated. Utterly frustrated. He'd been driving after you to finally tell you what he really felt for you and now this happened. It seemed like every time he tried to take a step closer to you something shoved him straight backwards again.

Now he was sitting on the wooden steps which led to the barn; smoking. It was already mostly dark outside. The sinking sun hung low above the sky. It was quiet. Except for the sounds of chirping crickets and an occasional whinny of a horse. He was just taking a deep drag of the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger as suddenly a different sound cut through the quietness... A laugh. Your laugh.

The archer lifted his head; eyes searching for the woman who got his heartbeat quickening. His eyes found you. But when he saw who you were with wished Daryl instantly that he hadn't looked... Mike.

You were sitting on the porch of the Barrington House together; talking, smiling, laughing. Daryl sighed. It was hard seeing you like this... Happy with another man. The happiness wasn't the problem. The man was.

Daryl should've averted his eyes after that moment. He should've turned and walked away, because what he then saw gave him the finishing stroke.

You and Mike had gotten visibly closer; sitting directly beside each other. The archer was sure your thighs and knees were touching by now. Mike turned his head to cup your cheek - and leaned in for a kiss.

And Daryl couldn't take it anymore. It broke his heart to see you kissing this... prick. Especially after you had almost kissed him a few days ago. Not able to look at the scenery much longer, he quickly stood up, flicked away his cigarette and disappeared up the barn. The archer sat down on his makeshift bed, which was basically just a big pile of hay, and swallowed hard; burying his head in his big palms. He even had to blink away a few tears. It stung so bad. Once again he got the evidence why it was better to not let anyone into his heart. Love couldn't do apparently anything than hurt.

The sun had barely risen the next day when you found Daryl already up and about. You had just returned from the stables; looking after your patient. The archer was kneeling beside his bike, doing something. It looked like he was getting ready to leave. A frown creased your forehead. Without thinking twice, you made your way over to him.

"Daryl, hey," you addressed him with a small smile. He barely looked up at you; mumbled just a 'Hey'. A moment of silence passed between the both of you, and you could immediately tell that something wasn't right. "Are you, um, are you leaving? Already?" Again, you didn't receive much of an answer. Just a grunt alongside a nod.

Your heart sunk. You didn't want him to go. Actually, you never ever wanted him to go. Your heart begged to keep him in your life. Close. Constantly.

Nevertheless could you clearly tell that something was wrong.

"Is... everything okay? You seem... mad at me. Are you?" "Nah. 'M good." It was the first whole sentence he spoke to you; eyes meeting yours properly. There was this look in his eyes. Cold. Distant. It caused your stomach to flip. Not in the good way, though.

You swallowed; thinking hard what the matter could be. After your last meeting and that weird mission where he almost kissed you and then ignored you, should you be the one mad at him, right? Was that truly the case? Or was it something dif- Your eyes widened slightly. The incident in the stable yesterday!

"Are you angry because of the incident with Mike yesterday? In the stable?" You asked carefully, but Daryl said absolutely nothing. He just kept on working on his bike; adjusting his crossbow. You let a moment pass and just watched him; biting your lip nervously. "Daryl?" Your voice was quiet. A groan passed his lips, before he turned around to face you. "Nah. Jus' leave me alone, woman," he snapped, grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulders.

You were totally taken aback by his sudden outburst and stumbled a few steps back. You needed a moment to recover from this.

"Daryl, I'm sorry about what happened. It was a misunderstanding. Mike volunteered to help me. I couldn't have tended to the mare's injury without help. It was a stupid situation. He didn't mean to harm me, I swear. Mike came here two months ago. He's a keeper and just a friend."

Daryl scoffed and mounted his bike; starting the engine. "Jus' friends, yeah? Didn't know friends kiss each other," he deadpanned; venomously spatting the words straight into your face. With a last look at your shocked, stunned face he drove off; heading straight towards the gates of the Hilltop.

You blinked; were in some state of shock. His words cut deeply, and your brain was quick to connect the dots. He must've seen me yesterday evening with Mike.

Eyes widening, you started to run like your life depended on it; trying to catch up with Daryl and stop him.

[ 🪶 part four ]

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user01 YOU'RE A BARCA FAN??

user02 she was a madridista by association not choice ines_sainz força barça!!! user01 fernando was found screaming and crying in a corner somewhere logansargeant you should see them on game days...it's way too intense

jensonbutton is that why you texted me, 'fernando's going to disown me' or was that over something else?

fernandoalo_oficial she is dramatic, i would not disown her. i am not some people user03 OH SHIT! HE WENT THERE!! ines_sainz no, that was because [redacted] almost set the kitchen on fire fernandoalo_ofical OTRA VEZ?? SAQUEN LO DE MI COCINA!! [again? get him out of my kitchen]

user04 see, part of me wants to believe that she's actually dating charles or oscar but neither of them dress that way. so it can't be them.

user05 hear me out, she dresses them so people won't suspect a thing. user04 that's very possible

charles_leclerc that explains the scream i heard from his drivers room five minutes ago when lando ran in there.

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ines_sainz barca game tickets for me and a few others?? pedri do i finally get to meet the boyfriend?? user06 SINCE WHEN ARE THESE TWO FRIENDS?? pedri honestly, i don't know but i can't get rid of her anymore? ines_sainz fuck you, forget about the paddock passes pedri NO AMIGA PERDONAME!! [no friend forgive me!!]

fernandoalo_oficial eres una traicionera [you're a traitor]

ines_sainz dad, you knew this about me when you adopted me? fernandoalo_oficial yes, but i chose to ignore that when it wasn't public information.

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user07 INÉS SAINZ IS A CULER??

ines_sainz AND PROUD OF IT!!

user08 hear me out, she's dating pedri and is trying to trick all of us by telling us it's charles and oscar.

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jokes aside, papá, thanks for showing me what unconditional fatherly love was. no one's ever loved me (familially) the way you have. i haven't stopped crying since i got the news, [redacted] can attest to that. it means the world to me that we now, officially, get to be father and daughter after so many years of us joking about it. te quiero mucho papá 🩷🥹

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aussiegrit he called me crying when he got the news

jensonbutton you have to clarify that he demanded a groupcall and proceeded to tell us through tears. ines_alonso wait, who else was involved? lewishamilton think the group chat you created ines_alonso he loves me that's why 🥹 fernandoalo_oficial yes, the whole world now knows that i love my kid

lancestroll congrats! he hasn't stopped talking about this for weeks.

ines_alonso i hope you people know i'm going to keep crying if you keep saying things like this lancestroll it's true, i think everyone on the team knew how excited he was to be your dad, officially that is.

louieee oh baby, i'm so glad you finally have someone who loves you the way a father should love his child. i'm actually crying for you. things are just starting to look up for you 🩷🩷

ines_alonso lou, i'm literally sobbing. a big thank you to you for sticking by my side through this entire mess and for always thinking i was capable of being loved 🩷🩷 louieee you've always been capable of being loved, it's not your fault they have the emotional range of a teaspoon and never knew how to appreciate you.

charles_leclerc félicitations! i know you've waited for this day for a long time

ines_alonso i'm still crying charles, please stop..i'm going to become dehydrated soon. charles_leclerc please drink water

patriciooward VAMOS!! AL FIN!!

ines_alonso MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER (OFFICIAL) patricooward wait, does this mean i have to give [redacted] a shovel talk?? ines_alonso no. max, daniel, and fernando already did that patriciooward thank god. i am not cut out for that.

mickschumacher welcome to the world champion's children club inés!!

ines_alonso who else is in the club? mickschumacher me, you, nico (reluctant) and any other world champion children

oscarpiastri finally, just let out a huge sigh of relief

ines_alonso thanks osc

maxverstappen1 oh thank god, it's about fucking time this happened. can he adopt me next?

ines_alonso back off!! i just got him, get your own dad. i heard kimi is taking applications, but you might have to fight osc

alex_albon WAR IS OVER! SHE'S FREE!!

lilymhe we can throw a party for them alex_albon that might be one of the best ideas you've ever had

georgerussell63 the sigh i swear i just heard nico let out

lewishamilton 🤨 what are you doing with nico?? georgerussell63 mind ya business

pedri felicitaciones!! al fin tienes un papá que te aprecia! [congratulations!! you finally have a dad who appreciates you]

ines_alonso por favor, parale, no puedo llorar más. [please, stop, i can't cry anymore] pedri eso es una mentira, siempre estás llorando [that's a lie, you're always crying]

fcbarcelona felicitaciones a ti y a tu nuevo papa!!

ines_alonso the scream i just scrumpt charles_leclerc i can confirm that oscarpiastri i can also confirm that

sabrinacarpenter congratulations you beautiful girl 💝

ines_alonso holy shit- oscarpiastri i can't take much more screaming charles_leclerc neither can i. please stop. sabrinacarpenter i'm sorry??

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ines_alonso oops, sorry *shared one last name

user08 STOP! INÉS YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! user09 ICON!! BEING ICONIC RUNS IN THE ALONSO FAMILY LADIES AND GENTLEBITCHES!!

user10 she's so family jewels coded

louieee i would say i'm sorry but i'm not and the people deserved to know the truth 🩷

ines_alonso speak your truth king!! maxverstappen1 if you didn't say something, i would've and trust me i would've been a lot less nice alex_albon trust us, we're aware

user11 i don't know what i find more shocking that isa is in her likes or that jude bellingham is

user12 a footballer for real madrid in her likes after the barca post is fucking funny user13 i feel like we're forgetting that she's probably close with isa, she told her about carlos' alleged (confirmed but i don't want the sainz family to sue me for defamation) cheating

user14 the pictures 😃🩷 vs the lyrics 💔💔

mickschumacher i rate your first scandal as an alonso a solid 6/10

ines_alonso i definitely could've topped crashgate but dad said no fernandoalo_ofical i can only handle so much from you and [redacted]. if he sets my kitchen on fire one more time i'm going to ban him for a few months.

logansargeant hey, who got you smiling like that?

ines_alonso your mom logansargeant i hate you

maxverstappen1 a not so kind reminder to judebellingham she's a taken woman. not by me but i'll defend their honor

danielricciardo just say you think of her as a little sister and move on dude maxverstappen1 shut your mouth ricciardo ines_alonso it's okay i already know he loves me maxverstappen1 debatable

isahernaez que lindura, estás brillando inés

ines_alonso isa!! te extraño 🩷 isahernaez igualmente pequeña 💞 user15 oh i bet c*rlos s*inz just shit himself

liamlawson30 do you think he wakes up in a cold sweat whenever you post?

ines_alonso god i hope he does jensonbutton it's what he deserves, xoxo ines_alonso what is your ass doing here? go take care of your children?? jensonbutton you are my child??

user16 YES BABE!! CALL OUT YOUR SHITTY FAMILY!!! SERVE THAT CUNTLONSO!!!

user17 cuntlonso?? is that what we're calling them now?? user18 kinda matches them because they serve cunt!!

patriciooward when you said i'm so marina & the diamonds coded this is not the song i had in mind

ines_alonso what other song could you possibly think of?? patriciooward bubblegum bitch? primadonna? how to be a heartbreaker?? anything but this?? maxverstappen1 she's so matilda coded, according to twitter logansargeant MATILDA?? BY HARRY STYLES?? maxverstappen1 i don't fucking know who sings it. ines_alonso it's okay max, we can both be family line coded patricooward STOP IT!! GET SOME HELP!!! oscarpiastri THERAPY!! BOTH OF YOU!! NOW!! maxverstappen1 therapy is a hoax

user18 racing is a serious sport they said. our drivers are so serious they said. the said drivers are arguing over what song is them coded

user19 and they're all depressing..FIA get them some therapy we beg. user20 but for the record max is so seven coded and inés is so matilda coded user18 STOP MAKING ME SAD?? user21 and charles is so mirrorball coded user22 alex is definitely this is me trying coded user23 logan is also this is me trying coded user18 YOU PEOPLE JUST MADE IT WORSE?! STOP IT!! user23 but is so fun to share our pain with others??

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¡leclerc-s speaks!

note: i know next to nothing about soccer or football, whichever you prefer, but i do know enough to know that barca and real madrid have a rivalry. so i decided for shits and giggles to make her a barca fan. i love giving my female ocs so much power because it's what women deserve!!! anyways, got caught lacking by the 30 image limit. i could've written a bit more but it was cut short. perhaps i should stop rambling when it's not necessary but i can't help myself. i debated on whether or i should've had inés adopted by fernando but i decided that would be the ultimate fuck you so i did it.

¡disclaimer!

this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Beef

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?" EDIT: I saw this same request being written by another writer and I want to say, don't send multiple writers the same exact request. I find this super disrespectful.

This one took some turns of its own while writing, I hope it's to your liking!!

When his group first came to the community you were excited. Finally you'd have a real huntsman around to share experiences with, you had missed it so bad.

Before the fall your family owned a shop, your father a butcher and your mother a taxidermist. You and your siblings learned every skill from hunting to skinning, prepping and using each part of the animal so none would go to waste. You hadn't hunted in so long, you weren't sure if you still could hunt succesfully. Even now you'd donate large, strong antlers and bones to the blacksmith in Hilltop to use in weaponmaking. You donated the furs you didn't fashion into items yourself to the seamstresses and prepped each type of meat for meals.

But somehow the new hunter didn't take the shared interests as something positive.

He brought you animals, yes. But never without throwing a judgy look around your workplace. Even when he came in with someone else who'd compliment your clean work he'd only scoff, dump his kills and head back out.

"Sheesh, what crawled up his ass?" The large moustached man laughed. You only shrugged as you lugged the deer behind your counter. "Hell if I know. Ain't digging it out tho. He seems to be doing okay with everyone except for me.." You returned the laugh while the man who's name slipped your mind helped you put the deer on your workbench, only to quickly drop the fake smile and leaning against your workbench.

You thanked him with a sigh and he gave you that look that told you to spill your thoughts.

"Fine. It sucks he's so weird. It'd be awesome to have a partner to do all of this with and to go hunt with." You busied yourself sharpening yuour knives, clearly still annoyed by the whole ordeal. "And..?" The long winded drawl made you roll your eyes at the man's persistance.

"And he's drop dead gorgeous, okay? There. I said it. I have a crush on the man. Happy no-- Ah fuck!" Your knife hit the floor with a clatter as you grabbed at your bleeding hand.

"Alright, up and out withya. To the doc we go." You were led to the infirmary and passed the source of your annoyance on the way.

Not that you were listening, but you still caught his voice in passing. "Damn folk 'ere don't know how ta do shit." You caught his glance in your direction and if you weren't busy keeping yourself from bleeding out you'd confront him.

It was a clear message that you weren't allowed to use the injured hand for your work and risk pulling the stitches, and honestly it just hurt too much to do anything with it. It sucked even more than having to leave your old home behind. There were people counting on your work so they'd have food.

It didn't stop you from going to work and doing as much as you could one-handed. You got there extra early to make up for the extra rime everything would take now, and by the time you'd normally open you found Deanna on your steps, greeting you with her usual smile. "I knew you'd be here stil working, but I brought someone to help until your hand is better. You shouldn't be overworking yourself."

As quick as she had entered she had left again as well, leaving you with your new work companion.

The hunter.

"Good morning." You gave him the kindest smile you could, but were only given a grunt in return as he tossed a bundle of tied up small game on your desk, rounded the corner and fished for a knife to start taking them apart.

Besides you explaining where to put all the different parts of the animal you two barely spoke, until the snap of bone pulled you away from your focused work of skinning yesterday's deer. "The hell?" You turned around to go see what he was up to.

"What are you breaking bones for?" His station was a mess, he pointed at the difficult point he was cuting along. "Easier ta reach without the bone in the way." Without even looking he continued. "Ya should know tha'. Damn city girl doin' mah work."

Again with his snarky comments. You shrugged it off and went back to your own station. Yiur bkood bloiled but you weren't gonna let him get to you, you had work to get done. "Try not to do that, we can still use the bones if you keep them whole."

You tried so hard to focus on your work, skinning the deer with only one functional hand was so difficult and even though you were having extremely conflicted feelings about it you still had to ask him for help.

"Can I borrow your hands for a minute? Can't do this on my own."

You held the large deer up and moved it as Daryl cut away the skin in the most choppy manner, creating a clear line where you stopped and he started. "Can you please work a bit mote delicate? That's gonna take me ages to clean up." You huffed from keeping the deer in place, but also annoyance. Why didn't he work like a hunter? He must know the code, right?

"Why're ya so on mah ass 'bout how I work? Gon' toss it out anyways. Just need the meat, tha's it." He got snappy at the end and you just stared at him, anger clear in your eyes. "Seriously?"

You let go of the deer and stepped away from the counter. "You're sent to MY shop. To help me because I happen to fuck up my hand for the first time ever since I got here years ago and all you can do is talk shit about me?" The knife that laid on the desk before now in your good hand and pointed at his chest. "God I can't believe I even fell for your hunting woodsman charms. You're just an asshole who doesn't give a shit about these animals or the hunter's code." With a clatter the knife hit the floor as you tossed it to the side with shaking hands.

"Get the fuck out of my shop and go find me someone who cares." With angry steps you turned around and headed out of the room, needing a break to gather yourself first if you wanted to get anything else done.

Now alone in the workstation, Daryl snatched up his catch from this morning and headed out.

~~

"You did what? Pookie you gotta listen to the girl." Carol sat down next to him and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. "You know you disrespected her life's work by now following her rules in her own shop, right?"

"I'on get why tha's even important anymore. We gotta eat, tha's all." Daryl's annoyed grumbles did nothing good it seemed as Carol continued to scold him like he was a child. "Did you for one second maybe think this work is all she has left to hold onto her old world self?"

"Cept this ain't the old world no more. She's waistin' time doin' all tha extra shit."

Carol was up and at the front door by now, putting out the cigarette in one of many ashtrays there. "Alright, up with you. You're apologizing with me right now."

The two took off to your shop but found no one there. Daryl's half finished rabbit still out in the open on the table while the deer was gone. "Ain't here. I'll head back tomorro--"

"No we're not. I know where she lives, come on." Carol practically pulled him along on the way to your place despite Daryl's protests.

You were working in your basement area when you heard a knock on the front door. "Come in!" Everyone who came to your place knew the door was unlocked and was free to come and find you, seeing you were either cooking, working on lounging when you kept the front door open.

"Hey, it's Carol! Heard about your hand, need some help around the house?" She needed an excuse to get an answer and find out where you were, so when you called back she knew to head downstairs.

Meanwhile Daryl just stared around to keep his mind busy. He found rabbit skins from prey he brought in wrapped around a pair of boots. He recognized the fur seeing it was a rare color. Further into your livingroom there was a deer pelt draped over the back of your couch. Also caught by him. The white spots over the back had one small flaw from where his bolt had struck right on a white dot. He remembered being proud of his aim for a minute that day.

"Daryl, come on." Carol's whisper-yell had him roll his eyes and as he passed your coatrack he noticed the hooks were all antler parts and the knives laying in the basket on the hallway table had bone handles.

So that's why you were so angry when he snapped the rabbit's leg and skinned the deer so carelessly. You did really use everything.

The two walked down the stairs to your workshop, Carol up front with Daryl following.

"Oh wow," Carol's exclaimation had you laugh. "Yeah, I get that a lot." You stood with your back turned, struggling to hang a piece of skin.

"Here, lemme help ya." Daryl's gruff voice was suddenly right behind you and you spooked, letting go of the pelt but Daryl caught it just in time, draping it over the wire. "Like tha?" His hands stayed up there and adjusted it to your liking, having stepped back to watch him and give Carol a questioning look. She just shrugged and gestured at the man who was again staring around the room. "What brings you here?"

Daryl looked at everything except you, he knew he'd lose all ability to speak if he did. Hell, he already had a difficulty getting his words out now seeing how wrong he was for not listening to you. "Came ta say sorry." He stared at the basket of furs labeled 'Donate'. "Shoulda known better than ta get angry. 'N I get why ya work thr way ya do now." Next to the basket sat a crate filled with thick, sturdy bones labeled 'blacksmith'.

You nodded and gave him an option. "Come back to the shop tomorrow. I'll have tou clean up that deer skin you almost ruined and you're following my teachings. I'll forgive you for wasting the rabbit."

Daryl chewed at his thumb, the other hand stuffed in his pocket and fidgeting with the fabric inside. "Yeah, alright." He nodded and looked over at Carol who had the brightest smile on her face. One that screamed victory.

"We'll get out of your hair, I'll bring by some lunch tomorrow at your shop." Carol waved on her way up, and just as Daryl was about to follow her you quickly spun around to grab something. "Oh, here." You held out a thin knife wrapped in leather, a small engraving of Hilltop's blacksmith on the handle. "I saw you took the rabbits, so if you haven't prepped them yet you can try this one. They're great for smaller animals."

He stumbled over his thanks as he accepted the knife and quickly headed out after Carol.

~~

You were back at work early the next morning, painkillers and a small breakfast in your system already and hoping to finish that damn deer. It still proved a challenge to get it from the cooler onto the workbench but you managed eventually, just before Daryl came in.

"Mornin'." Hid gruff voice sounded through the workplace as he rounded the corner and placed the knife from yesterday on the table. "Thanks fer lettin' me borrow it. Worked like a charm."

You picked up the knife and held it out to him again, only to recieve a questioning grunt in return. "It was a gift. To keep."

Daryl never got gifts. Everything he had was scavenged and well taken care of for longer use these days. It felt weird to keep it but he thanked you again and pocketed it.

Meanwhile you had grabbed the deer skin and laid it out where he'd be working. "Look here, I'll show you how to clean this up and you'll go fix the rest, okay? It'll take a while but it'll be worth it." Daryl stepped up to you and observed the way you took the knife to the uneven spots of skin and carefully smoothed it all out. The precision in your work was impressive to say the least. "How long've ya been doin' this?"

You dropped a cut off piece of meat into a plastic container and thought back to the old world. "I guess ever since my parents thought I was old enough to handle knives." You held the tool out to the hunter and watched him take it from you. "Your turn. I'll be hopefully finishing that deer so just ask whatever, whenever."

You were lucky a lot of the cutting could be done onehanded, and holding back pieces was okay enough to do with your wrist or hold something down with your elbow. But now that you had all the easy access meats off and seperated you ran into a problem.

"Fuck.." You needed help. The same kind of help that had you kick him out yesterday.

"Sup? Need hands?" He was at your side in a second, waiting for your instructions.

"I need to take off the ribs but I can't." You leaned aside to point around the carcass. "If you can press down here, and there." Daryl followed your instructions and put pressure on the spots you pointed out. "Then I can take this here apart." Your movements were followed and suddenly it was way too hot in your always cold workplace. Yesterday you'd be happy if he decided thr Kingdom was a better home for him but now that he apologized and proved to better himself after your misunderstanding you were back to being the lovesick puppy Abraham had made you out to be when he brought you home after the infirmary visit.

With how Daryl held the spot clear and open you had to get close to chop through the bone and separate it all in workable bits.

"Can I take one a'those later? Michonne asked ta cook fer her kids cuz she's out 'n Carol's off ta Kingdom--" "Throw the kids an old world barbeque! I'll come help. I'm sure you're skilled in roasting over an open fire with how much you traveled." The excitement was clear in your voice, and the sudden compliments and offers of gifts and assistance had him nervously fidgeting. But thinking about having a fun experience with the kids instead of just cooking and having dinner sounded way better than his original plan, so he agreed.

"Ya got supplies ta fix tha' in half a day?"

~~

The two of you cleaned up after finishing thr needed work and while you carried the prepped meats, Daryl had the bowl firepit on a kart together with the metal rack to hang over it. Yeah, he lived in a community now but he never guessed he'd be carrying around a whole barbeque setup like he was getting ready to throw a party in the old world. "Gotta drop by tha' house fer a sec, get Jude 'n RJ."

After he got the kids and you had everything set up Daryl got the fire started while you made a quick pantry run and dug through Daryl's kitchen for anything to add to the meals.

You brought whatever you found and set it on the side of the porch steps, keeping a path to the house cleared and sat yourself down in the front lawn as you watched uncle Daryl in action, letting the kids toss wood onto the fire and poke at it with a stick but making sure they kept their distance and wouldn't touch the hot metal.

It was heartwarming to see him laugh and have fun with them and watched him speak quetly to the kids with a finger pointed your way before the two came running towards you.

"Daryl says the fire's good for food! Can we put some on the thing?" Two pairs of big, begging eyes stared at you and saying no would be the worst so of course you allowed them, under surveillance and with an assisting hand. "Alright, pick something you wanna eat first and put it on a plate, Daryl will take it to the fire and I'l helf you put it on the rack, okay?"

A chime of "Okay!" baely left them before they were at the collection of prepared meats where you and Daryl joined them in picking.

While Daryl roasted the food over the fire you were tasked go keep the kids busy, but wirh hoe much they loved chatting about everything and anything it was an easy task.

The whole evening was fun and food and family and it reminded you of everything you missed in this new world.

Everything was good in this moment, especially when you heard a little exchange between uncle and niece.

"Uncle Daryl? Can we have more dinners with her? But also mom and aunt Carol next time." You watched Daryl look towards you for a moment before turning back to Judith. "'Course, she's teachin' me ta prepare food so we can do this with e'ryone if ya want. But!" He raised his hand and pointed at RJ, who came over to him too now. "Yer gonna be the ones askin' folk ta bring food too, so e'ryone has somethin' ta eat, 'kay?"

The two happily nodding kids proved that your time in the community just got a lot more fun.

Now, after the kids were long brought to bed you and Daryl stayed around the fire. Having taken the meat rack off and set asidr you were just relaxing and picking away at the leftovers.

"So," you started, watching the flames in front of you. "That community barbeque plan of yours, it sounded amazing especially how you brought it over to the kids. But, aren't you afraid it'll drain recources too quick?"

Daryl shrugged it off. "Maybe. But those kids'll make folks keep stuff aside fer it." The idea of those two running around the place collecting people brought a smile to his face. "'Sides, I ain't wastin' meat no more with yer lessons tha' I hope ya will keep givin' me."

Oh. He wanted to stay? At the shop? With you? You were pleasantly shocked with that news. "What? Ofcourse I'll teach you. But only of you promise to take me out hunting when my hand's okay again."

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded. "Yeah, I'd love ta have ya around."

You stretched and laid down in the grass, looking up at the night sky.

"S'gonna be fun."

[knight-of-flowerss]

thinking about trucker cregan storming down to the shitty pre school offering out to fight one of the other redneck dads (bonus points if he hated him during his own school days) because the dudes son pushed over or hurt his baby girl

I swear to the GODS MY ANONS ARE SO CREATIVE I LOVE THISSSS

I steered off a little cus it was kinda close to the Rickon one I have that I got after this request but completed first so I apologise 😓

Check out my other one that's linked to this that's about Rickon! Read here.

Dad!Trucker!Cregan Stark x Pregnant!Reader + their crotch goblins.

MASTERLIST

One day, Gilly came home crying. Uh oh.

Cregan wasn't home at the time, instead, he was at the bar with his friends. Yeah, a midday drinker, sue him.

But you were home. Every Wednesday, the school had a thing called 'home buddies'. This was a thing that they would get all the kids in pre-school and see where they live, thereby grouping them with kids nearby and a teacher would walk them all home in their area.

You had gotten Denny and Ned midway through the day. Denny was only two so he had half days and Ned was ill so you were stuck with the baby and the maniac for the whole day until your other two came home.

From the moment you opened the door, Gilly ran past you, storming up to her room, tears streaming down her face. Rickon just awkwardly shuffled in and you're met with a sheepish teacher at the door.

"Uhm, hello ma'am.. I'm Mr Velaryon- Laenor Velaryon." He holds his hand out but you don't shake it. Just saying your name before speaking again, "Why is my daughter comin' in cryin'?"

Laenor winces slightly at the tone, taking in a deep breath as he tries to figure out how to go about this.

"Miss Stark.." Stark. Clearly he just went off the kids last name. "There was an incident when we were walking in our group.." He watches you cross your arms, leaning against the door.

Your eyebrow quirks as you urge him to continue. "A boy had tugged on Gilliane's hair. Lightly, at first, but when we reached his house, he pulled harder which made her cry."

"So she's been cryin' all the way from his 'ouse t' ours? So y've let 'er cry f' blocks?" You move from the wall, stepping forwards, anger tainting your voice. "No! No, he-.. he only lives a few houses down, trust me, we did not just let her cry, we told his parents too."

You hum in recognition, nodding your head before stepping back and grabbing the door, "'ll deal with this later. Thanks mister."

You close the door on Laenor, not even letting him say anything in return.

Later on, when Cregan had finally returned home in his truck, even though he had been drinking. You sat with him and Gilly as you braided her hair while she relayed the story onto her father who was less than impressed.

Cregan was ready to storm down there on the Thursday morning and demand to know who it was that hurt his little girl but, they came to you before you could go to them.

A knock came from the door. Cregan stood up and opened it to be met with Michael. A dad from down the street, and a man he went to school with.

Who of which Cregan was less than fond of.

"Hey man, jus' wanted to swing by so my boy can apologise t' your little girl." Michael tries to smile at him, seemingly trying to ease Cregan since he knew his temper.

Cregan's eyes flicker from Michael to his son. Jonathan? John? Joseph? One of them.. he thinks. "So he's the lil' shit that 'urt m' lil' girl?"

Michael sighs, moving himself in front of his son, "Dude, c'mon.. there's no need f' that.. Joe jus' wants to say sorry." Joe. So that's the fuckers name.

Before Cregan can spit another cruel word out, you appear from behind, your hand moving to his bicep, squeezing softly.

Ever the mediator, you move yourself in front of Cregan, like being a barrier between the dad and his kid and your furious boyfriend.

Michael's eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, "And- and who are you? Huh? His little sister? I thought Sara moved from this shit show Cregan."

That's one thing that got brought up a lot. Being almost half Cregan's age, you got mistaken for someone other than his partner a lot, something that Cregan has gotten mad about in the past.

"Uh- no, you ignorant fuck. 'm the mother t' the girl that your son decided t' pick on today." You cross your arms, glaring at him like a guard dog.

Michael's smile falls slightly. He had never really knew Sara anyways, she was two years below him and four below Cregan. So when he had heard this news that you were in fact his baby mama, he was.. more than confused.

A woman so much younger than him? He had always knew Cregan was.. well.. Cregan. But he would’ve never suspected him of being one of those men.

But, he pulls his concentration back to the conversation when you speak again. "Hello? Are y' gonna make 'im apologise or what?"

Michael just coughs and nods his head, moving himself behind Joe instead, who looked shy and embarrassed.

You turn to tell Cregan to call Gilly but you caught her behind her father's leg when you turned.

Instead, you look back to the boy with a look that screamed 'mama bear', "Go on."

Joe fumbled with something behind his back before moving it around and jutting it infront of himself, towards Gilly.

A card.

"'m sorry Gilliane!" Joe says, maybe a little too loud, with his eyes squeezed shut. Gilly slowly moved from Cregan's legs to grab the card, trying to read even though she wasn't the best at it.

In scribbly writing, you could just barely make out the words "To Gilly. Im sorry! I love you! From Joe." With a big elongated heart on the other side, you know exactly what I'm talking about lmao.

You stifle a laugh behind your hand as Cregan just stares at the boy like the protective father he is. Gilly's face flushes red as she reads it.

You expect her to just say 'it's alright' and then the whole ordeal is over, but you couldn't be further from the truth.

Gilly moves forward, hugs Joe and says "It's alright, I forgive you Joe!" With a smile on her face before pulling back from the hug and kissing him.

Just a small peck, like kids do, but it was enough for Cregan to move from behind you. Without batting an eye, you move your hand behind you and push at his chest.

"Alright, enough. Stop it. Now." Cregan says from behind you, trying to talk over your stifled laughter. It was clear that he was very uncomfortable with whatever just happened.

"Yeah, yeah, y' sour puss. Calm down." You grin, turning your head to look at him. "Shut up." He mumbled, moving down to wrap his hand around his daughter's torso, pulling her backwards and away from Joe.

"Thank you, Joe. That was real kind 'f you son." You grin at him, "Bye bye now." You wave at the boy before moving the two backwards and shutting the door.

"What the actual fuck was that?" Was the first thing that came out of Cregan's mouth. You laugh loudly in his face, clearly amused by the situation.

"What happened is that y' daughter is jus' like 'er mama. She's got the looks that drive the boys wild." You snicker as you walk, or more like hobble, away with your daughter as she blushes fiercely.

Leaving your man just standing there, furious but his mouth hung open like a goldfish.

Did ya'll see the Shawn Michaels homage I made at the end? 🫣🤭

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553

[eviemonroeer]

The Monroe Effect: Chapter 11

Set during Season 5, Episodes 14 & 15 of ER. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show.

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ ONLY!! MDNI. Smut (p in v, unprotected) This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. Angst and Language.

WC: 3.8 k

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

Taglist: @pleasecallmeunhinged, @rainmg, @arigoldsblog, @queenslandlover-93, @hagarsays, and @antisocialfiore

Main Story: prev | next

Snapshots: prev | next

Again, MDNI. 18+ ONLY for this Chapter.

“I paged Dale. He and Lucy are on their way for the surgical consult for that case in trauma.” I passed the chart to Carter as we walked out of the exam room and into the elevator foyer. The aforementioned two had come down the stairs right on time. 

“What have you got?” Dale asked as Carter and I walked up. 

“Fender bender. Tender abdomen.” Carter explained, handing him the chart. 

“Have you seen Titanic, Carter?”

“Nope. Chick flick.”  

“That's what I said. Lucy rented it, wants me to watch it with her.” 

“Leonardo DiCaprio, hoop skirts and tragic love is my idea of hell.” 

I scoffed and shook my head. “Says the man who watched 'While You Were Sleeping' and ‘Pretty Woman’ with me.” 

“That’s different.” Dale said, actually defending Carter. 

“Why? Because she plays a sex worker?” 

“Whatever happened to the sensitive 90s male?” Lucy asked me. “The ones who love romantic candlelight dinners. 

“They're all gay, aren't they, Carter?” Dale offered. 

“Jesus Christ.” I muttered. 

“I don't want to ruin it, Dale, but in the end, the ship sinks.” Carter “spoiled”. 

“I hate you both.” Lucy said before we both pushed into the trauma room, leaving the boys behind. 

 

“She was hit in the face while kickboxing.” The paramedic told us. Carter, Lucy, and I’s newest patient was a young woman in from an exercise class. Aside from a cut over the eye, she seemed relatively unharmed.

“Not kickboxing. Tae-bo class.” The patient corrected. “It’s like aerobics, but only better.” 

“Yeah, I heard about that.” I said. “It’s supposed to be good for losing weight.”

“Yeah, I lost 16 pounds.” 

“Sixteen pounds!” Lucy exclaimed. “Wow.”

“I had everybody in the class spread out enough.” The instructor added. “But this new guy shows up and she got kicked.” Carter and the paramedics transferred her to the bed. 

“Did you lose consciousness?” Carter asked. 

“No, but I was pretty dizzy.” 

“How long did it take you to lose the weight?” Lucy probed. 

“Just melted off. Hope this won’t keep me from getting back to class.” 

“Fundus is sharp.” Carter said, checking her eyes. “No papilledema. Want to palpate the orbit?” 

“No that’s okay.” Lucy brushed off. “Is it expensive?” 

“Not too bad. It’s worth it.” 

“You feel this.” Carter poked at her cheek bone. 

“Mm, yes.” 

“Any numbness.”

“No.” 

“Do you have early classes?” Lucy turned to the instructor. “I usually have to be here by 7.” 

“Any visual changes?” Carter asked, his tone becoming annoyed. “Shapes, things out of focus?” 

“I teach a 5:30 class. If you buy 20, you get five free.”

“No kidding? 

“Anyone know where a phone is?” 

“Yeah, there’s a pay phone right over there.” I told him, gesturing behind me. 

“No step off.” Carter continued his exam. “I’m concerned about your blurred vision. So, let’s get some facial films and a visual acuity. Lucy, if you think you can tear yourself away from fitness bargain hunting for five minutes, stitch her up.” 

“Your wish is my command, Dr. Carter.” 

“Irrigate and suture.” Carter moved to sit beside the bed as Lucy moved to begin, continuing to talk with the women. 

“I don’t usually get a lunch break, so I end up eating out of the vending machines and it’s hard to keep the pounds off. First lidocaine to numb the area. And then you’ll feel a little bit of wetness as I irrigate the wound.” I put my stethoscope on and began checks. “Dr. Carter.” I looked up when Lucy tried to get his attention and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. 

He had been looking at her ass. Carter was totally checking Lucy out. 

“Yeah?” 

“Uh, the cut’s pretty deep. Should I do a few subcutaneous first?” 

“Yeah, absolutely.” Lucy turned back to me, and I had to force myself not to make a face. “Well, I’ll check back with you in a little bit.” He stood and awkwardly left. 

Lucy turned back to me. “Was he staring at my ass?”

"Oh yeah." I scoffed and rolled my eyes before getting back to work. 

 

When I left Lucy is when I heard about Doug Ross and the little boy with ALD. It was crazy to think he could have done that if what they were saying was true. It just put a whole cloud over the entire ER. And it was noticeable. “I think I just beat it in, the roads are getting really slick.” Jeanie informed us as she walked in through the bay doors, covered in snow. “Took me forever to navigate the Kennedy. Traffic was backed up...... for miles. What’s the matter, somebody die? Somebody we know?” 

“Dr. Ross lost that ALD kid.” Malik told her. 

“The police are in trauma two.” I added. 

"The boy’s father accused Doug of giving him an overdose. Called the cops.” Chuny finished. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Yeah. Coroners took the body.” This time it was Jerry. “Police are interviewing everybody.

“Where’s Doug?” 

“In the pedes room, I think.” Lydia offered. 

“Chuny, have you seen the, uh, labs on that drunk with the head lac?” Carter asked, oblivious to our topic of conversation as he walked up.

“No, but he managed to throw up on me again.” She replied. “Third scrub’s up today.” 

 “Yeah, we should wire a bucket to his head.” Malik suggested. “Like one of those feedbags for horses.” 

“Yeah right.” Carter scoffed. “Hey, any, uh, word on Doug Ross?” He asked me. “Police are still interviewing Dr. Greene.” I told him and resumed my computer check for some patient labs.

“Have you seen Lucy?” Jerry asked him. “Dr. Edson keeps coming down here looking for her.” 

“Yeah, last time I saw her she was working on the...” He turned to the curtain area. “Hey, where’s my, uh, kick boxer?” 

“Dr. Weaver moved her into exam two when that rule-out MI came in.” I told him. “Lucy was still working on her about ten minutes ago.” 

“Suturing?”

“Yep.” 

 “Well, that should’ve taken like, two minutes.” 

“I haven’t seen her come out.” 

Carter walked over to the exam room, but as soon as he went in, he literally flew back out, breaking the glass on the door and falling over a patient in a wheelchair in the process. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed as he landed hard on his back. I ran over as Lucy kneeled beside him, calling for a backboard and a collar. I made it over with the collar, putting it on him, while Malik brought the backboard. 

“What happened?” Malik asked. 

“I kicked him in the chest.” 

“Why?” Lydia asked, her eyes wide. 

“I was practicing my Tae-bo. Now we’re going to roll him...” We got the backboard underneath him and lifted him up, taking him into the room to be looked over. 

I stuck the X-ray in place in the films room and took a second to look at it. I scoffed and turned back to Carter. “You’re lucky. Doesn’t look like she broke anything. Maybe a small fracture, but nothing crazy.” I paused. “Though it was kind of fun to watch her kick your ass.” I sat back down in front of him. 

“Uh, I feel like an elephant sat on my chest.” Carter groaned and rubbed his chest. 

“Well, it serves you right. Especially after you checked her out.” 

Carter scoffed. “I did not check her out.” 

“I hate to break it to you Carter, but you definitely checked out your med student. Played right into the cliché.”

Carter stuttered, trying to find an excuse. But finally, he huffed and relented like he normally did with me. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just something Dale said—” 

“Dale? Smarmy, egomaniac Dale?” I scoffed. “Why would you ever listen to anything that asshole says?” 

“I don’t know.” 

I shook my head and got closer, starting to gently clean the small cut on his forehead, knowing he was a baby with this kind of stuff. I shifted and felt his knee in between my legs, throwing me off balance a little. I rested a hand on his chest to stabilize myself. “I don’t blame you. Lucy’s smart, she’s very pretty. I mean you clearly have a type.” 

“I don’t have a type.” 

I scoffed again. “Oh please. I hate to break it to you Carter, but you want to hump any blonde that will give you attention.” 

“I do not.” 

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “Oh really? Care to hear my proof?” 

“Go ahead.” 

I smirked and held up my hand, counting on my fingers as I listed names. “Roxanne? Anna?” Carter scoffed. “Harper? Dr. Keaton?”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” 

“Face it Carter. You and blondes are like peanut butter and jelly.” I picked up another gauze and dabbed his face. 

“I don’t like just blondes.” He muttered and I could have sworn I saw his eyes roam my close figure. I stopped dabbing and met his gaze, feeling a familiar heat blooming in my chest. 

“What did you say?” 

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he licked his lips. “I said, I don’t like just blondes.” 

Carter brought his hand up to my face and pulled me in, but I stopped, pressing on his chest. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Carter, please don’t start something if you’re not going to follow through with it.” My voice was small. “I care about you too much.”

“I care about you to. I have for a long time.” He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. “Ever since you told me your name that first day at the admit desk.” My eyes went wide for a moment, surprised he actually remembered that. 

Carter used it to his advantage and pulled me in for a kiss. 

At first, the kiss was gentle, just two people exploring each other in this way for the first time. But years of pent-up feelings and emotion ramped things up very quickly. Carter moved his hands, grabbing my hips and dragging me onto his lap. I straddled him, moving my arms around his neck. Our lips moved together like a choregraphed dance. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and a little moan left me. He smiled into the kiss, liking how I was reacting. I did too.

He took this as the go to move his kisses down to my neck and when he gave me a light bite, I ground my hips into him. He responded this time with a deep groan, which sent a spark straight to my lower half. I ran a hand through his hair and grabbed on. I ground into him again and this time he responded by bucking his hips up. I could feel the zipper of his pants through my scrubs, and it was my turn to moan.  

“Did you like that?” He asked, his voice rough. I nodded my head, and he repeated the motion. I was embarrassed at the whine that left my body. I felt Carter smile against my neck. He moved his hand from my waist and moved it under my shirt and scrub top, before cupping my breast. He looked at me for a moment when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Well, this is a surprise.” He muttered. He took my nipple in between his fingers as he moved back in to continue kissing my neck. 

“Make that sound again.” He instructed. 

I shook my head. “Someone will hear.” 

“Make that noise again or I’ll make sure everyone hears.” He pinched my nipple harder, and the whine escaped me again involuntarily. “Good girl.” He rasped. 

That did it. My hips ground down again, this time harder into his lap. I wasn’t going to let him take control of everything. I grabbed his hair again and pulled him back, moving down to his neck. I gave him a few kisses before I sucked down on his neck and gave him a bite. This time it was his hips that bucked involuntarily, and I smiled.  Carter put a hand around my neck and moved me back up, so we were face to face. 

“That wasn’t very nice.” 

“I never said I was nice Dr. Carter.”

He groaned again and lightly squeezed on my neck. “Take off your pants. Now.” 

A little too excited, I stood and walked over to the doors, locking each quickly before going back to Carter. I slowly peeled off my scrub pants, showing off the thong I was now grateful I had worn today. “Oh fuck.” Carter whispered, running his hands through his hair. I smirked. Walking back over to him, I bent down and popped the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down. 

Without breaking eye contact, Carter helped me slide his pants and boxers down his legs until they pooled on the ground. My eyes went wide for a moment. While Carter’s length wasn’t bigger than anything I’d taken before, he was girthier. I felt myself clench at the thought of how good of a stretch he was going to be. I met Carter’s gaze once more and straddled him again. 

Taking him in my hand, I gave him a couple of slow strokes. I hovered over him and pulled my thong to the side before I lined him up and slowly began to sink down. I gasped as I slowly stretched around him, the lack of foreplay noticeable, but not a deal breaker; I was still wet. Carter grabbed my hips, his fingers wrapping in the sides of my lacy thong. 

“God, you are so beautiful.” Carter moaned. 

I continued to lower myself, taking my time. Whenever I stopped for a moment to collect myself, I would kiss him, before sinking down again, repeating the pattern until I was fully flushed against his lap. “Oh my god.” I moaned. Carter took my face in his hands again and he kissed me hard. This encouraged me to move. 

The feeling was insane. I had never felt so full in my life. We kept a steady pace, a delicious push and pull of pleasure. But it soon became frantic. I think we both heard the growing number of voices outside and knew our privacy was about to end. I tried keeping my focus but was growing frustrated. I whined again. “What wrong, pretty girl? You need help?” I nodded and Carter put his hand in between us, his thumb finding my clit. He applied the slightest pressure and I gasped. “There we go.” 

Carter continued his steady pace, both with his hips and his hand. The pressure inside me began to ramp up and I chased it with everything I had, forcing my brain to focus on nothing but that. Finally, the pressure snapped low in my belly, and I buried my face into Carter’s shoulder, dampening my cry. He wasn’t too far behind me, and he grunted into my chest as he came. 

We both stayed like this for a moment, panting as we came down from the high. Once my head was a little clearer, I laughed, which caused Carter to raise an eyebrow. “You know when a girl laughs while you’re inside her, it’s not typically a good thing.” 

I scoffed. “No.....it’s just...... I should have known you would be someone who liked being a little more dominating during sex.”

“You liked it. You know you did.” 

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Carter’s beeper went off and we both looked down at his pants on the floor. That’s when reality came back in. “Oh my god.” I groaned and laid my head on his shoulder. “We just had sex in the films room.”

I sat back up and slowly pulled off of Carter. The sudden emptiness was jarring, but I needed to get back to my patients. I grabbed a new gauze and cleaned myself up the best I could before I offered one to Carter. He took it and did the same with himself.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he tucked himself back in his pants before zipping and buttoning up. 

“Yeah.” I breathed out. “That was just......very unexcepted. We literally just had sex at work.” I paused for a moment to collect myself, feeling Carter’s eyes on me. “We both need to get back out there, or someone is going to come looking for us. They paged you, so you go out first and I’ll clean up.” 

“Okay.” Carter mumbled. 

I continued cleaning up the room, not saying anything else. Eventually I heard the door open as he left. Once it was closed, I let out a sigh and sat down, putting a hand on my mouth. 

What the hell did I just do? 

“I’ll be right back.” I told my patient and opened up the curtain to go grab the needed medication. I got into the drug lock up and began searching, when I felt a presence behind me, blocking me in where I was. 

“You bit me. Hard.” 

I swallowed. “Well, you didn’t want the whole emergency room to hear me, now did you?” Carter moaned behind me and moved my hair, kissing the back of my neck. “I have patients.” Another kiss. “And so do you.” I felt his hands grip my hips. “Carter......”

“Hey Evie— oh!” Carter and I quickly turned to see Chuny standing in the doorway. She had a knowing smirk on her face, like the Cheshire cat. Carter cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to create space between us. “Never mind.” 

Chuny turned and walked back down the hall. I sighed and turned to Carter. “We can talk about this later, okay?” And with that I grabbed the medication and headed back to my patient, knowing full well the avalanche of hospital gossip that was about to hit us. 

I stuck my current patient’s orders in the holder and sighed. Didn’t a storm coming, mean people should stay home? I shook my head and sat in the open seat at admit, thankful for the moment of peace to get off my feet. 

“The 92-year-old dislocated ankle in exam one has been reduced.” I heard Carter say behind me. I turned as he passed by the window and around to the desk. “Lydia, give her a Vicodin and tell her to stay off her skates.” 

“92 years old and she still skates?” Kerry asked. She looked up and pointed at Carter’s neck. “You got something on your neck.”

“Looks like somebody bit you.” Lydia added, examining the bite. 

“Uh, yeah.” Carter stepped back. “I think I might have hit something when I fell down.” He walked around to my left side and bent down. “Told you, you bit me.” He said in a low, hushed tone. 

I turned and finally got to see the thing. It was pretty nasty. “Sorry.” I mumbled and went to check the board, passing Malik. 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” I heard him admire. It took everything not to turn back around, knowing he was checking me out. 

“Hey, Carter,” Jerry started. “Roxanne called. Twice.” 

That’s when I felt my heart constrict. What the hell was I thinking? I had sex with Carter at work, and he had a girlfriend. I quickly grabbed a chart and headed back to curtains, praying I wouldn’t have to see him for the rest of my shift. 

That hope was quickly dashed as word of a mass causality event occurred. I began running around, assisting in stocking every station and trauma room. The victims were all kids, so it was definitely going to be a hard one. I threw on a trauma gown, gloves, and eyewear before making my way out to the ambulance bay. As the first ambulance pulled up, Chuny came over and bumped my shoulder, giving me another one of those smiles. I just chose to ignore it and focus on what was in front of us. 

I got stuck with the third ambulance, a young girl with blunt force trauma to the chest, with Lucy, Chuny, and Carter. As we wheeled her into Exam Two, the sound of the girl next door screaming filled the air as we worked. Lucy and Carter found that the girl had a ruptured diaphragm and her intestines had shifted. We got her stabilized, thankfully, and rushed up to surgery. 

Once she was out, I floated around on a couple of more minor cases until a hypothermic kid came in. We took him into an exam room, and he was throwing multiple PVCs. We started warming him before Kerry Weaver joined us. That was until she got the word that Doug and Jeanie had been in an accident. She went out to meet them, but I had to find her soon after when the kid started tanking. Carter realized he had conductive loss and we had to get him out of his wet clothes. He to eventually stabilized and the ER began to slow down as we pushed towards the morning. As the night shift ended, I was grateful to finally be able to grab my stuff and head out. I needed a hot shower and sleep. 

But I guess the night wasn’t finished with me yet. 

“Evie!” I sighed and kept walking out of the ambulance bay doors, grabbing hold of the strap of my bag. “Evie!” I heard him huff behind me. I still didn’t turn. “Evie!” This time, I felt a hand grab my arm and spin me around. “Would you please stop and talk to me?” 

“I don’t have anything to say to you Carter.” 

“Please Evie—” 

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Please listen. I like you. A lot. You’re the only person who drives me crazy like you do. And I like it. You make me a better person and a better doctor for it. We need to talk about what happened.” 

“No, we don’t.” I turned and started walking again.

“Evie wait!” 

“No, Carter!” I exclaimed, turning to face him. “What happened in there......” My voice broke and I swallowed. “It was great. I can’t deny that. And honestly, things have probably been building to it. But it still shouldn’t have happened. I mean, you’re with Roxanne, right?”  

“Evie—” 

“Are you still with Roxanne?” 

Carter sighed. “Yes.” 

I closed my eyes as the sting of his words settled on me. I took a deep breath and looked back at him. “No matter how much we both liked what happened today, you just made me the one thing I never wanted to be: the other woman. My mom was devastated when my dad cheated and left. I promised I would never do that to somebody else, but here I am. So no, Carter, I don’t have anything else to talk to you about. Go home and call your girlfriend.” 

I grabbed hold of my bag again and left the ambulance bay; Carter didn’t try to stop me this time. I don’t know if that made me feel better or worse. I was mostly just thankful that I made it all the way onto the train before I started crying. 

[fallendev0tionvn]

If Clive could confess anonymously one of his most embarrassing moments/extreme downbad behavior, what would it be?

pretty long list HDJSK;

owns two phone numbers, his usual and one unknown number to call you with in case you take too long to answer, if you reply it confirms you're ignoring him.

other than painting he also sculpts, can't say he didn't steal a few kisses from your sculpture (only if you're comfortable with affection or else he'd feel even more disgusting), if some random day he couldn't make eye contact with you now you know why🏃‍♀️

again with kisses, probably kept anything you drank from after refusing to drink out of the same bottle or straw (honestly cause you'd see him glitch at this point HAHDHAH), he never went further than thinking about kissing you cause guilt eats him alive, can't say he didn't also buy the same chapstick as yours to help him imagine your lips would taste💀 (again only if he heard you mention things about your fictional crushes and stuff, he'd think "then it's okay for me to think about them that way too right??")

asked you what your fav perfume/cologne was, seems like an innocent question- but he bought the same one to drench his bed and pajamas with (poor guy is trying not to cling to you 24/7 and that's the only way to avoid missing you so much- he only thinks about hugging you dw HAHSHAJ)

at least ONCE, you replied to him in a cold or harsh tone cause you were tired or were probably having a bad day..(convinced himself you hate his guts to the point he felt so sick he had to go to the er, maybe you had to keep him company cause honestly I'd feel so bad💀).

doesn't even need to use apps to track you, he somehow knows exactly where you are and with whom, that also made him believe you two have some sort of connection🏃‍♀️

you're his savior, the light of his life- to the point he'd choose to ruin his mental health even more to seek this connection (i'm forcing him into therapy)

he can't do anything without you, the moment you left him he hit rock bottom :( kept blocking and unblocking you as if it would make his feelings disappear, followed you around like a lost puppy in hopes you'd yell at him and tell him to stop, call him insane, anything, just don't ignore him please.

also he 100% tried to manifest you back or do some love spell he found on tumblr (literally with no knowledge, i'm surprised it didn't fire back). Imagine you open a random notebook now and find "no matter what y/n is doing, no matter who y/n is with, they can't stop thinking about me" written like 493939 times in red ink.

"ooh you met someone new? are they nice? i'm so glad, i hope you guys get along <3" as if he didn't rip his hair off, feel his stomach twist, stalk that person's socials one by one to understand if you'd like them more than him, try his best to sabotage you relationship with them (terrified of being replaced, his fear came true though☹️)

clive in his current form is unhinged, again he would still do everything i mentioned but- if you got a partner after his "death" he wouldn't sob about it as much as he would've, it takes him a second to create a delusion of either you or your partner cheating and I mean, would you believe if someone told you they were literally sleeping when you saw them cheat with your own eyes?💀

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWELVE (see full series list here)

1993

"Oh, look, I see Harry coming this way," you say, pointing to the pair of footsteps with the label 'Harry Potter' moving in the direction of Remus' office.

Remus looks over from where he was fiddling with his suitcase.

Sure enough, Harry then knocks on Remus' open office door and you wave at him from your seat on his desk.

"Saw you coming, Harry," you say with a smile, pointing at the map.

"I just saw Hagrid," Harry says, looking at Remus. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?"

"I'm afraid it is," Remus replies. He starts opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents. You pick up some of the papers, tapping them against the table to align them up, before handing them to Remus.

"Why?" says Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?"

Remus swiftly crosses the room and closes the door behind Harry.

"No, Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives." He sighs. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he — er — accidentally let it slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast."

You cough loudly, poorly concealing a muttered "Prick".

"You're not leaving just because of that!" Harry exclaims.

Remus shares a glance with you, smiling wryly.

"This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents — they will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you...that must never happen again."

"You're the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" says Harry. "Don't go!"

Remus shakes his head and doesn't speak, continuing to empty his drawers.

"Believe me, Harry, I've already tried," you say with a sigh. "Can't change his mind."

Remus gives you a look, before returning to Harry. "From what the Headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. If I'm proud of anything, it's how much you've learned. Tell me about your Patronus."

"How d'you know about that?" Harry says, distracted.

"What else could have driven the Dementors back?"

Harry relays his tale of the Dementors and how he cast his Patronus to save himself and Sirius, and you beam proudly at him.

"Wicked."

"Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," Remus says to Harry with a smile. "You guessed right...that's why we called him Prongs."

Remus throws his last few books into his case, closes the desk drawers and turns to look at Harry.

"Here — I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he says, handing Harry his Invisibility Cloak. "And..." he hesitates, then shoves the Marauder's Map into your hands. "I'm not your teacher anymore, Harry, so I'll leave the map in better hands."

You glance down at it, scoffing, before handing it out to Harry. "I couldn't care less what you do with it, Harry. I've no use for it, anyway. I doubt I'll be doing half as much sneaking around as yourself, Ron, and Hermione."

Harry takes the map and grins.

"You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to put me in danger."

"Danger is a strong word," you say with a slight chuckle. "Perhaps get you into trouble is a better way to say it. I'm sure James would've been highly disappointed if his son never got up to a few rule-breaking antics."

"Seconded," Remus agrees.

There's a knock at the door, and you see Harry hastily stuff the map and the cloak into his pocket. It's Dumbledore. He doesn't seem surprised to see you nor Harry there.

"Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he says.

"Thank you, Headmaster."

Remus picks up his old suitcase and empty Grindylow tank. You hop off the desk, dusting off your trousers with the palm of your hands.

"Well, goodbye, Harry," Remus says, smiling. "It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again some time. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage..."

He glances back at you, as if to say the same thing, and you immediately roll your eyes. "Can't shake me that easily, Moony."

He sighs knowingly.

"Goodbye then, Remus," Dumbledore says soberly. Remus shifts the Grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore can shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry, he leaves the office and you grin, heading out after him. You turn quickly, placing a hand on the edge of the doorframe and peek your head in through the door.

"Harry, would you come to my office later? I'd like to talk to you about a few things."

He nods, and you grin, turning back to catch up with Remus.

"Oh, Moony, give me that," you scold, grabbing the Grindylow tank and shifting it up to be able to carry it comfortably. "Why have four hands if two aren't being used?"

He chuckles, your footsteps clicking in sync against the stone floor.

"Merlin, school'll be so boring without you," you groan. "I'll miss you."

He gives you a small smile. "I'll miss you too. I'll miss Hogwarts — I really did quite like teaching here."

"It is nice, isn't it?" You agree. "It's nice to have a routine every day."

He hums in agreement.

"I wonder who'll replace you next year," you say thoughtfully. "Hopefully someone who can hold a conversation. I'm getting sick of getting caught in a chat with Professor Binns. It is actual torture — I mean, how can you be a ghost and still be boring?"

Remus chuckles. "You're acting as if you don't remember his classes when we were kids."

You groan. "Don't remind me! Merlin, if I had to go through another one of those I think I'd actually jump off the Astronomy Tower..."

A few students give a parting wave to Remus and he smiles sadly back at them. You finally arrive outside at his carriage, and he turns to you.

"Goodbye," he says, smiling forlornly. "I truly think this past year has been one of the best in a long time. It was nice to spend my evenings with a good friend."

You grin at him, placing the Grindylow tank on the ground and throwing your arms around him. He has to drop his suitcase to be able to return the hug.

"For me, too," you say. "I'm so thankful that you're in my life, Remus."

"And I am thankful you're in mine."

You pat his shoulder, smiling. "I love you, Moony. Safe home — and make sure you write to me in the next few days, yeah?"

He smiles. "Of course. I love you too. And before you say it — I'll find him. Shouldn't be too hard."

"You're an absolute gem, Moony," you say genuinely. "Now, get going!"

He chuckles, picking up the suitcase and putting it onto the back of the carriage. You hoist the tank up and place it beside it, patting the top.

"Bye!"

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"Come in, come in..." you say with a smile as Harry enters your office, taking a seat in the chair in front of you. You sit down behind the desk, removing Dubh from her sleeping spot on your chair, who lets out an agitated meow. She quickly settles on your lap instead, curling up again. She really does nothing but sleep.

"Well, Harry. Remus told me everything up until he transformed, so you don't have to worry about telling that tale to me again. I'm sure you're tired of telling it."

You were livid when you found out about Peter. That slimy, disgusting, selfish little traitor. He was your friend! To think you let him into your home, to think you ever had faith in him!

Truth is, you always just thought he was a little...socially inept. He was never very good at talking to girls, and perhaps that was for the best. Bit of an odd bloke. But he was Sirius' good friend, so you had faith in his character.

What a fucking waste.

That pathetic man threw away everything for himself.

He ruined James' and Lily's lives.

He ruined Harry's life.

Sirius.

Remus.

Your life.

You could've had a happy life with your husband and your best friends if he hasn't spoiled it all.

You were so angry. It took quite some time for Remus to calm you down.

He nods. "Professor...if you knew Sirius was innocent this whole time, why didn't you tell anyone?"

You give a bitter chuckle. "I did, Harry. Of course I did. But what proof had I? I wasn't there. All I had was a strong belief in my husband. That counts for nothing in the judicial system. I mean — everyone believed he was guilty. Half of 'em thought I was just as mad as him."

"Sirius asked me how you were," Harry says thoughtfully. You furrow your eyebrows and he continues, "He thought I would have been living with you, not with the Dursleys...'cause you're my godmother. So why didn't you raise me instead?"

You sigh, giving him an apologetic smile. "I...couldn't, Harry. Well — not at the beginning anyway, I was a right mess then — but also because I wasn't allowed. The Ministry reckoned I'd try and kill you — which is like, I know my cooking's not great but it's not lethal — "

Harry snorts and you smile.

I just made my godson laugh!

"Not to mention Petunia totally hates me," you add. "With a passion. Couldn't visit, 'cause she'd have an absolute conniption if I stepped foot in her lovely, pristine home. Didn't write, either. Thought it'd be weird if you only got letters and never actually met me..."

Harry nods, though he's clearly not entirely satisfied yet. "Why didn't you tell me once I started school?"

"Wasn't allowed to do that either," you sigh. "You were already adjusting to so many new things...Dumbledore told me to wait. So I did, I waited a whole year, and then last year he again told me you weren't old enough yet. I was a bit angry at that, honestly...I'd already had to deal with eleven years of no contact with my own godson...but Dumbledore is much wiser than I, and I trust his judgement. And well, this year —of course — would have been a bad time to reveal I married Sirius..."

Harry doesn't say anything and you sigh. "Harry, dear, I really am quite sorry. I wish I could've properly watched you grow up."

Harry just shrugs awkwardly, looking away from you. "What...what were my parents like?"

You smile reminiscently. "Oh, Harry, just the best. Like the best people you'd ever meet — and I know they'd be so proud of you. They'd be so proud of you, Harry, so proud. And I'm very proud of you too."

Harry struggles to contain the smile stretching his lips.

"Lily was my best friend growing up. She was practically my sister. You wouldn't meet a kinder person, and she was also hilarious. I can't count the amount of times I genuinely thought my chest was going to explode from laughter with her," you tell him with a big grin. "And — and James, Merlin, now we used to fight like siblings. I remember one time, he decided to give himself frosted tips without telling anyone, and they were horrendous. Like, actually atrocious and he was so adamant that they were cool and they weren't. I honestly think I passed out from laughing. Oh, wait, hold on — I have a photo here somewhere — "

You pull out the key from your pocket, unlocking the bottom drawer of your desk and pulling it open. You grab a small stack of photos from inside and start to shuffle through them.

"Aha!" You exclaim, pulling a particular one out and grinning at it. There in the photo, is James Potter, his hair tousled and with the most horrendous frosted tips you've ever seen. He's grinning proudly though, and in the corner you can see a red-faced Sirius, doubled over in laughter.

You hold it out to Harry, and he takes it very gently, as thought it's more delicate and precious than glass. He beams at the photo, grinning just like his dad.

"Ah, Harry, you are the image of your father," you say happily. "Would not recommend frosted tips for you."

Harry chuckles, still looking at the photo happily. He gazes at it for a bit longer, before reluctantly handing it back towards you and you quickly shake your head.

"Keep it, keep it! I probably have a copy at home somewhere," you tell him, pushing back the photo. You lean down again and pick up the rest of the photos, handing them all to Harry. "Keep them all. I have loads more at home, I should bring the rest of them in to you."

The look on Harry's face warms your heart. He looks so happy, excitedly taking the photos and rifling through them. You crane your neck to see which ones he's looking at and begin to explain each one.

"Remus and Lily with their Prefects' badges...if you look close, you can actually see James ogling Lily in the background."

"Prank gone wrong..."

"Ooh, prank gone right!"

"My sixteenth birthday, that is. There's everyone...including my then-boyfriend, Alan. You don't have to squint to see the scowl on Sirius' face."

"Everyone spent a week at James's over the summer..."

"Oh, yeah, there's your godfather."

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asks.

You snort, looking back at the photo of Sirius stumbling around and pretending to use his wand as a microphone. "Drank too much firewhiskey. Don't even think about copying anything he does, by the way! Sirius is an idiot."

"I...wasn't planning on it," Harry says sheepishly. He flips the next photo, revealing a happy Sirius kissing a woman wearing a wedding dress —

"Oh, I'll take that one!" You say quickly, grabbing it and laying it face down on the desk.

Harry's cheeks redden slightly and he lands on the final photo. Your graduation photo.

You don't say anything for a second, gazing at it fondly. "Our graduation," you say softly.

Harry looks at it curiously, eyes wandering over the faces in the photo. He points at Alice, asking, "Who's she?"

You smile. "Alice Longbottom. Neville's mother."

Harry raises his eyebrows, looking back at you in surprise. "You knew her?"

"Very well," you say. "Alice, Lily, and I were the greatest friends. And Frank, Neville's dad, too...we were all like a little family." You point to Frank with your pinky finger.

Harry's eyes then focus on Wormtail, and you can see his jaw visibly clench. "Is that..."

"Yep. Wormtail."

He looks like he's nearly about to rip the photograph, so you gently take it from him, picking up a quill off your desk and dipping it in your ink well. You scribble out his face. Some small part of you knows you shouldn't do that. That this is someone who was once your friend. Someone you trusted. Someone Sirius trusted.

But you do it anyway, and hand it back to him.

"There...no reminders now," you say softly. He nods, taking the photo again and giving you a small smile.

You glance down at your watch, sighing. "You better get going if you want dinner. Come chat to me anytime, alright, Harry? I'd love the company."

He smiles, standing up from his chair.

"And take all those photos! I'm sure Ron and Hermione would like to see them too."

"Thank you, Professor," he says gratefully, carefully gathering up the photographs and leaving the room.

You flip over the photo once he leaves, gazing over the wedding photo again. You smile wistfully.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Mile High Club

A/n: Was reading Steven Adler's book and couldn't get this idea out of my head, don't ask where the connection was I couldn't tell you, but have this anyway :3 Also! If you enjoy reading what I post and want to request something please feel free to!

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral sex(f!reader receiving), daddy!kink, let me know if I missed anything :3

Being a flight attendant you were used to going on flights of all kinds, obviously, it was your job. Recently you were told that you’d be on a private flight with a big metal band, though you were never told which band, honestly you didn’t care all too much either. You were going to Sydney, Australia and getting paid to do so.

The day of the flight came and you couldn’t be happier, not because you were meeting some big band but because you’d always wanted to go to Sydney, and now you finally were. You got boarded with the rest of the crew though you still hadn’t met the band yet. Your coworkers were talking about them non-stop and it was starting to itch at you. You didn’t want to care who you were with, but you couldn’t help it at this point.

You were walking through the plane when a man with silver hair and sleeve tattoos called out to you. “Excuse me, sorry, can I get something to drink?” He asked in a polite tone. You stopped and stared at him for a second, thinking that this must be one of the members of the band.

“Uh, yeah, there’s a bar right over there.” You told him, gesturing to the bar just down the aisle. He nodded and looked back at you.

“Do they serve non-alcoholic beverages?” He asked with a slightly worried look.

“Um, I’m not sure.” Chewing your cheek, you continued. “I’ll go ask and try to find you something to drink, sir.”

“James.” He introduced, holding a hand out to shake yours. You hesitated before accepting the friendly gesture. “We’re gonna be on the flight for a while, might as well get to know each other, right?”

“Right.” You said with a nervous smile and walked away. He never called you back to ask for your name and you were too scared to go back until you got the drink.

After looking around for a bit you managed to come up with some fruity drink that had no alcohol in it. You were bringing it back to where you had seen James but he was gone, nowhere to be found. You went to a nearby attendant and asked if they knew his whereabouts. “Oh, he said he was going to his room.” They explained. You took a step towards the band's rooms in the back but they stopped you for a second. “Everyone’s talking about the two of you, you know.”

You were confused. “What do you mean? What’s there to talk about?”

“Well,” they started, “the band hand picks out each crew member they want, we were told that Mr. Hetfield chose you specifically.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, you had no idea why he would or what everyone was really  talking about, but now you at least had a clue.

You nodded and went on your way to the back of the plane where the band’s rooms were and found the door that had a paper taped to it with ‘James’ printed in big, bold letters. You knocked but there was no answer. “Mr. Het- er, James?” You heard strange sounds coming from the other side of the door but couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “James, I have your drink.” You called, knocking again.

“Fuck- just come in, sweetheart.” You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the name. You kept your head down as you opened the door, quickly closing it behind you.

“I have a fruity drink, it has strawberry, banana, um...” You trailed off, trying to think of what else you saw on the juice carton. You turned around and froze at the sight. James leaning back on the bed, cock out in his hand. His head tilted back with his mouth opened in a soft ‘oh’. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything and just stood there, paralyzed.

James chuckled at you and patted the space next to him on the bed. “C’mere, I’ve been waiting for you.” Hesitantly, you made your way over to him, setting the drink on the bedside table and sitting on the edge of the bed. Your gaze glued to his hard member. James' free hand went to your face, stroking your cheek. “I thought you were just the cutest thing when we were picking out our crew, you know.” He said, voice soft and airy. You swallowed, still staring. “What’s your name, sweet girl?”

You took a deep breath before responding, finally tearing your eyes away and looking in his eyes. For a brief moment. Your eyes quickly flickered to his lips. “Um, Y/n, sir.” James let out a soft groan when you called him sir.

“Thought I told you you could call me James.” You didn’t say anything, biting your lip nervously. He leaned closer to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Maybe I’ll just have to fuck that into you.” He whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You sucked in a breath, cheeks going bright red. “Go lock the door, sweetheart.” You nodded as you stood and went over to the door, quickly locking it and turning around only to be met with James right in front of you. His cock was still out, it was bright red and pushing up against you as he smashed his lips against yours.

He backed you against the door, his kisses trailed up your jaw and down your neck while his hand explored your body. He tugged at your uniform, unzipping the pencil skirt and dropping it to your ankles. He didn’t even bother with your button-up, he ripped it open, sending buttons flying every which way. “Fuck, I-I don’t have any other shirts.” You said with a pout, looking down at your now exposed chest. James’ big hands went to cup your chest, admiring you.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, just be here with me.” He pecked your lips again before dropping to his knees. He placed a few kisses over your thighs as he helped you out of your shoes, paying special attention to your inner thighs. He could see how wet you were getting through your panties and brought his right hand up, caressing your thigh for a moment and dipping into your lace underwear. “So pretty, so needy, just for me, right?” He asked, looking right up at him. You bit your lip and nodded. James gave a displeased hum and shook his head. “Now that didn’t sound genuine.” He kissed you over the lace. “Guess I’ll just have to show you, no one will make you feel as good as I can.” Without warning he ripped your panties off, that plus the cool air hitting you making you yelp.

James placed his hands on either of your thighs, spreading your legs for him and pulling your folds apart. “What a pretty girl.” He mused, licking a strip over your slick, tongue dipping into your hole. You tried to hold back your noises as he ate you out, licking, slurping and sucking like his life depended on it. His tongue went as deep as it could in you and his nose kept bumping against your clit, adding extra stimulation. James began sucking on your clit as he pushed a finger into you, starting off with deep, slow thrusts to get you even wetter before adding another finger. “You’re so tight, gotta stretch you out a bit so you can take me, sweetheart.” You whined and nodded.

James curled his fingers in you, finding your sweet spot and making sure to hit it repeatedly. He continued swirling his tongue around your clit. By the way your whines were getting higher he could tell you were getting close. “That’s it, that’s a good girl, come on my fingers.” Your hands went to his head, holding it in place while you rode his face and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck~! Gonna- ngh! Gonna-gonna cum, gonna cum!” You cried, thighs trembling around james’ head. “Fu-ck, cumming, cumming, fuck, daddy!” You cried as you came all over him, hips bucking against his face. James waited a moment for you to come down from your high before he pulled away and stood up, wrapping his arms around you.

“What was that you called me?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Did you just call me daddy, sweetheart?” You tried to apologise or deny it, nothing but sputters came out of you. James laughed at you and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good it’s the only thing you’ll be thinking about, alright?” He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him, grinding against his throbbing member. “Fuck, if you keep doing that-” He cuts himself off with a deep groan. “Fuck it.” He muttered, taking his dick in his hand and lining it up with your entrance before shoving it in. Your head fell back as you moaned, the stretch a bit much but nothing unpleasant.

James waited a moment for you to get comfortable before he started moving. He thrust into you nice and slow, soon picking up pace and slamming his hips against your, fucking you against the door. You couldn’t contain your moans, crying out for him. “Fuck, daddy, feels so good.” You’d whine. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your face was hiding in the crook of his neck, occasionally falling back when he hit a particularly good spot on your gummy walls. The silver headed man hooked his arms under your legs, pushing your knees to your chest so he could go deeper. “Fuck- fuck, daddy, ‘m close, please.” You whined.

“Please, what? C’mon, use your words for daddy.” James teased, grinding into you in a way that had his pelvis rubbing your clit.

“Please-please, can I cum? Please, let cum, daddy, feels so good, please.” You begged, planting soft kisses to his neck. James chuckled at your pleads.

“Go on then, cum for daddy, cum on daddy’s dick.” Just like that, you came on him, your juices dripping down your ass. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him just right. “Fuck, so good for me, sweetheart.” His thrusts were getting sloppy and you knew he was getting close to his own high. You started bouncing on him as best you could, it wasn’t much but it was enough for him. “Holy fuck, sweetheart, gonna cum in you, alright? Gonna fill you up real nice.” A few more thrusts and you could feel his seed spurting into you, hitting your warm walls. He kept bucking his hips into you as he groaned, holding you close.

James carried you over to his bed, laying down next to you and pulling you close as he got the both of you under the blankets. “Was that good?” He asked, kissing your forehead sweetly. You nodded and nuzzled against him. James pulled you right up against him, letting you rest your head on his chest. “Good, good, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, pretty girl.”

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for quietellen, @qwertynerd97, and K; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! 

“Cool!” Billy says, beaming at Superboy. He considers if the house rules conversation should be next, but probably the “no” conversation needs to come before that, but–

Actually, wait. Before any of that–

“So, um, what do you wanna do about your name?” he asks curiously, tilting his head. They need something to give Batman to put on Superboy’s civilian paperwork, obviously. Superboy–stills, then looks uncomfortable, and Billy tries not to frown. 

“Do I have to be Marvel Boy now?” Superboy mutters, looking at the floor. Billy blinks, startled by the question. 

“Well, I don’t think you have to,” he says, not quite sure how to approach the tight look on Superboy’s face. “I mean, you’re not magic, that might be confusing for people. But you can if you want?” 

“. . . no,” Superboy says, not lifting his eyes from the floor. “Being Superboy is–fine."

Billy doesn’t know if that’s a real “no” or not, for obvious reasons, but he figures they can work that out later. Hero names are easy to change, after all. And even a civilian name they can come up with a reason to change if they need to, obviously. And that one’s the real concern right now anyway, since Batman needs to finish the paperwork and also Billy just needs something not a hero name to call him. And the team will too, he figures.

“Okay, cool, then you just need a real name!” Billy says firmly, smiling encouragingly at Superboy, who finally looks back up. He looks skeptical. 

“You mean a civilian alias for that paperwork you were talking about?” he asks. 

“Well, yeah, but also just for having?” Billy says with a shrug. “Like, so people can call you it.” 

“People already call me Superboy,” Superboy says with a frown, folding his arms. 

“Yeah, but when you're not Superboy and stuff,” Billy explains, because maybe Superboy doesn’t really understand that that’s a thing, considering his life experience so far and all. Which–why would he, after all? “Like, I'm not always Captain Marvel. Er. Although don't tell anyone that either, please, 'cause I think the Justice League kind of thinks I am? And like . . . I'd rather they all just keep thinking that, honestly, it's just way more convenient that way.” 

“Uh . . . okay?” Superboy says, looking puzzled. “So I need an alias for . . . pretending to be a civilian, then.” 

“Yeah,” Billy says, figuring “for when you are a civilian” might be a little too confusing right now. “For when you’re off-duty, you know?” 

“The only names I know already belong to other people,” Superboy says with a deepening frown, which makes sense, Billy thinks. Probably Cadmus didn’t upload too many unattached names into Superboy’s head, and for the past couple of days he’s probably only been hearing names that belong to the people he’s been meeting. “And I barely even know any last names at all.” 

"Oh! Well, that one’s easy, your last name can be Batson," Billy tells him helpfully, smiling encouragingly at him again. At least that part’s easy, yeah. "I let Batman just make something up for the paperwork and stuff because I didn’t wanna tell him my real name, but Batson is my last name, so it’d be nice if that was your last name too." 

". . . what?" Superboy asks in bemusement, just staring at him again. “Why are you telling me your real last name if you didn't even tell Batman?"

"I mean, it's your name too now," Billy says reasonably. "Of course I'm gonna tell you your name." 

Superboy stares blankly at him. 

". . . the fake one is 'Rocky Morgan', though," Billy supplies in the awkward-feeling silence, a little sheepish again. "My fake one, I mean. So your paperwork is all gonna say 'Morgan' too." 

"'Rocky Morgan'?" Superboy repeats, wrinkling his nose. 

"The last time Batman went undercover he told us all to call him 'Matches Malone' so I'm pretty sure I got off lucky," Billy says with a shrug. He doesn't really know where Batman gets his fake names, but maybe he just likes being creative? 

". . . yeah, I think you did," Superboy agrees, making a face.

[altis-of-olympia]

Hey! Sorry if this is too intrusive, you don't have to answer. I was just wondering, because I saw you reblogged wayfind-er's post about atheneum-of-you and Acropolises, and I'm pretty sure you were one of the "prominent members" wayfind-er was talking about? Do you have any idea why Lottie is having kind of an online breakdown after a month? And I hope it's not too intrusive to ask, but what exactly happened to Acropolises? You don't have to answer, again. I love your blog, it has helped me learn so much about priests and oaths! I hope you have a great day, even if you don't respond to this. 💖

Hello, Anon.

Do not be sorry for your question - it is natural to have questions about things like this, especially for those who watched me interact in Acropolises and saw how close I was to Lottie before everything happened.

For starters, I do not know why Lottie is having an "online breakdown." I know that she had a friend who sent her screenshots of people venting and sharing less-than-favorable experiences that they've had with her. What do you expect people to do after they've felt as though they could not critique her? On top of this, a wave of people had just left Acropolises due to poor staffing and admins who abused their power. Favoritism was blatant in that server - and it is important that I mention this because I was one of the favorites until things started to crumble. Her friend took screenshots of the conversation and sent them to her, leading Lottie to respond with her post here. Where the things we said were misrepresented.

No one called her names.

Her mental health was discussed out of concern for how it was genuinely declining, and how it impacted those around her.

No one belittled her.

No one talked down her Priestesshood.

These are things that she misrepresented to suit her own narrative that she is a constant victim.

Acropolises got deleted by Lottie because, in my opinion, she couldn't handle the negative backlash it was getting her. And rather than fixing the problems that I can personally say I have pointed out to her several times, she'd rather get rid of it entirely. Because confronting the problems meant confronting her own bias.

This includes the fact that I had to fight tooth and nail to be put on staff because Lottie did not communicate with her admin team about instances where I "acted out of line" with her express permission. Or the fact that she would come to me and a few others and say one thing only to go back to staff and say something else. Or the fact that she would lie to people to their faces and say something else behind their backs.

The big reason why I personally left Acropolises is because Lottie tried using King Zeus against me. She claimed that He was angry with me for something that she personally took issue with. She took issue with me "scaring someone away from Priesthood." When all I did was explain the tougher parts of training and why it isn't for everyone, let alone someone who was just starting out in their practice. She took this and twisted it in a way to make it seem like King Zeus was mad at me. When I asked Him personally, He told me to keep my chin up and stand my ground. He wasn't angry. I told Lottie that I thought her personal biases were clouding her readings and she took it personally and said I was badmouthing her Priestesshood. And I cannot stand to be around people who cannot take criticism.

Within a few days, several people left. Several prominent people in the server. And Lottie told staff that people left because I told them to. When this is 100% false. Shortly after this, when people were starting to wonder why Acropolises was rapidly losing members, Lottie deleted the server with zero warning to members.

I went to bat for Lottie when Acropolises was previously under fire around the New Year. But since then, I have noticed the flaws of Acropolises and I am very happy that it's gone. Some people had a home there, sure. But Lottie is not someone who people should be looking up to.

This time, I will make comments about her Priestesshood. She uses it to hold over peoples' heads. She uses it and Lord Hermes' name as a tool for power and influence. People believe her because she puts herself on a pedestal using Priestesshood as a foundation for it. She's used it as a fear tactic. She told me that she had "King Zeus scolding Altis" on her 2025 bingo card as if she was an Oracle and not a Messenger. She pretends she has authority over who is and is not a Priestx, and only her friends can claim the title. That is no way for a Priestess to act. And I am incredibly disappointed to see her refusal to acknowledge a single thing that has been brought up against her. She runs from criticism rather than confronting it. She is not a figurehead who the community should look up to.

TL;DR: Lottie is running from criticism and refuses to face her own flaws and the flaws of the community she made despite them being pointed out time and time again. She uses her title as a way to gain power, and the attention she gets only adds to it. Lottie has repeatedly treated those closest to her poorly - though, I can only speak on my experiences. Please do not harrass Lottie or her friends, or anyone who you know was in Acropolises. That is counterproductive.

And, Lottie, if you do decide to read this, I hope that you do reflect. And I hope that you do improve and work through your issues and whatever it is that keeps you from taking criticism. And even if you do that, I do not want to be friends with you. I do not want to make up. I want you to take a step back from your platforms and genuinely reflect. I implore you to do so.

Thank you for your question, Anon.

Xaire, Altis.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 36

"...Excuse me?" Camila's annoyance was quick to return after such an insane request.

"I mean, your couch looks comfy," Eda said. "A bit lumpy, but preferable to that shack in the woods."

"Are you...homeless?" Manny asked next.

"Oh, heck no! I've got a home, just not in, er, your neighborhood. Where me and King came from is under a lot of stress at the moment so we're laying low, hiding out in your realm for the time being."

"Why would you need to lay low?"

"Well..." Eda then dug into her hair and pulled out a wanted poster of herself with her hand aflame. "I'm sort of...wanted. From the law."

"...Oh. Okay." Camila pointed to the door. "Get out."

"Here me out--"

"I am not letting some...some witch criminal live under my roof!"

"I didn't break any major laws!" Eda defended, putting the wanted poster back in her hair. "Just the dumb ones. I didn't join a coven when I graduated magic school, I own a stand without a permit, I have a hocus without a pocus--"

"I don't care how illegal your activities are!" Camila exclaimed. "They're still illegal and I don't want that anywhere near my kids!"

"Speaking of kids, hot dang those daughter of yours are heavy sleepers," Eda noted, looking at the miraculously sleeping Luz and Vee. Even King was surprisingly still asleep. "You've been raising your voice this whole time and they haven't so much as peeped an eye open."

"I know, right--Don't change the subject!" Camila snapped. "You're a criminal!"

"I prefer outlaw."

"That's not better!"

"It at least sounds cooler."

"YOU--!"

"Camila." Manny puts his hands on Camila's shoulders, trying to relax her with a little massage. "Can I speak with you for a second."

Camila growled at Eda once more before relenting to Manny, letting him walk her a few steps away from the wild witch. "You better not try and talk me into hearing her out," Camila whispered.

"I know it might be insane," Manny whispered back, "but it's at least worth considering."

"No, it isn't."

"As far as we know, she comes from the same world Vee does. She might have answers to so many questions that Vee's unable to give. It wouldn't hurt to make nice with someone like that."

"She's a criminal."

"Because she broke laws that don't seem too bad."

"Still a criminal."

"At least she's not dangerous."

"Dangerous or not, she's still a criminal."

"Excuse me," Eda said, interrupting Camila and Manny's little conversation. "Couldn't help but overhear, mainly because you're both some pretty loud whisperers, but is it at least worth considering that I came clean about being wanted? Because the way I see it, I had two options: I could either lie about who I am and cause ya to overreact when the truth somehow came out--'Cause it always does--or I could just put all the cards out on the table and explain myself."

"Well, you're not doing a good job at explaining yourself," Camila said with a scowl.

"Actually, I'd say I'm doing a perfect job. I already told you that the laws I broke weren't anything major. They were just little things that never actually hurt anybody. Well, aside from the coven guards, but trust me when I say that those chumps had it coming."

"So you assaulted your world's version of the authorities."

"Authorities that will either put you in a box that you don't want to be in or petrify you for refusing even that."

"Petrify?" Manny curiously asked.

"Turn you to stone," Eda briefly explained. "It's permanent and ain't exactly pretty."

"That's...awful," Manny voiced sympathetically, to which Eda shrugged.

"It's nothing that'll happen to me, I'll tell you that much. Not as long as I can avoid being caught. Hence me staying in the human realm for a bit and me asking if it's cool if I crash on the couch." Eda focussed on Camila again, who seemed to lessen her frustration a bit, but not enough to relent completely. "What say you, Tiny?"

"Call me that again, and you'll lose more than your head," Camila sternly replied.

"Got it. Sorry."

"And...I'd feel bad under any other circumstance, but something about having a known criminal, even if the laws she broke aren't too awful, is just...too much. For me."

"Oh, for--It's not forever," Eda said, her annoyance showing. "Just for the night. Maybe two. Honestly, I'm only here because my current security system for my house is out sick and needs to 'recooperate.' Don't bother asking me what that means, because I do not want to know. I've learned not to ask him things."

Camila and Manny shared a curious look with each other, not even sure how to tackle that.

"Okay, how about just for tonight, then?" Eda suggested. "Me and my boy just need one break from sleeping in that shack. Can you at least give us that? We'll be out of your hair by morning and you'll never have to see us again. I mean, would you really let that precious little guy out in the cold for that much longer...?"

Eda gestured over to King, still sleeping soundly. Camila narrowed her eyes at him, finally noticing something she was amazed not to have noticed earlier.

"Wait...That's the dog you brought in," she stated.

"Ah, right, you still want payment." Eda started digging in her hair again. "Hang on, let me just--"

"No--I mean, yes. I do want my money. But I want to know is how did you make him look...not like that in the vet?"

"Oh, that?" Eda then blew a raspberry as she waved her hand. "That's nothing more than a simple illusion spell. Any witch with a starter's knowledge of illusion magic could do the same thing."

"You can make fake things seem super real?"

"Up to a point. Can't really make anything tangible. Only real enough where you think you can touch it."

Camila then glanced over to Vee, snoring softly without a worry in the world. Camila looked back at Eda, an idea forming as her worries appeared to have an exit.

"...Do you think you know how to make something like that...permanent?"