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bisexual-thoughtss · 10 months

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heyy!! so i have this idea but i would never be able to write it myself bc i suck at that 😭

i‘d love to see this with any of matthew lillards characters or just himself so its up to you 🫶🏼

maybe smth where he takes reader as his +1 to a wedding and they realise that they like each other more than just as friends while they‘re dancing 🥹

Tim Laflour x Reader

I loved this request, I think it came out really cute!!

“Will I have to wear a suit?” Tim grimaces when you ask him to be your plus one to your cousin’s wedding.

You weren’t thrilled when you’d received the invitation. You know your family won’t expect you to have anyone to bring, and you’d love to prove them wrong. You and Tim are just friends, but they don’t have to know that. And the chance to see Tim dressed up is too exciting to miss.

“No, it’s not that formal. Probably just a dress shirt, some nice pants? I ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend and you’re worried about your outfit?” You laugh and he blushes.

“Well yeah, pretending to be your boyfriend should be easy. Wearing a suit? Yuck,” he explains like it doesn’t make your stomach lurch with hope. Maybe this isn’t the best idea with the crush you have on him…

“So will you come?” You hit him with your best puppy eyes and he sighs heavily.

“Like I could say no to you,” he smiles wryly as you bounce excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“It’s open!” Tim calls when you knock on his door the day of the wedding. When you enter Tim is just leaving his room, fiddling with his cuffs.

“Should I take out my piercings?” He worries, but you’re busy trying not to drool looking at him. The sleek all black outfit he’s wearing might actually be killing you. As you stare, you notice the little touches of his style. His lock necklace, the rolled sleeves, a chain hanging from his belt, his usual chunky boots. All of it makes you smile. You’re so busy staring at his clothes that you don’t see the moment he looks up from his sleeve, gaping at the velvet dress that adorns your figure.

“Why would you take out your piercings?” You finally look up at him. His face is flushed and he swallows hard before answering you. “Will your family be okay with them?” He looks nervous and you frown.

“Who cares? They probably wouldn’t be pleased with anyone I brought. I want to bring you, not some weird naked-faced version of you,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“Besides, you look good,” you emphasize as he squirms at the compliment.

“Okay,” he smiles bashfully, “let’s get going, eh?”

It’s not until you’re at the wedding reception, fielding questions from your family that you realize maybe you should’ve discussed your fake relationship’s backstory.

All through dinner one of your cousins had quizzed you on your relationship like she thought you weren’t actually dating and was trying to catch you in a lie. She was right, but you’d be damned if you let her figure that out. Tim had done wonderfully, answering politely, telling cute stories about you, flashing that sweet smile. He was a damned good actor. You’d done your best to fill in helpfully to the conversation, while barely able to think of anything but wiping that snobby look off her face. Once they cut the cake, you see your chance out of the conversation and take it.

“Oh, let’s get some cake!” You tap Tim’s arm.

“Sweet tooth,” he teases, making your stormy mood dissolve.

Once you make it to the cake table, Tim grabs a large piece.

“Wow, who’s the sweet tooth now?” You poke.

“All the pieces are huge, I figured we could share,” he hands you a second fork you didn’t see him grab, “that okay?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you smile fondly. You’re surprised when he spears a bite, holding it out to you. You blush as you take it, the action feeling strangely intimate. You groan at the sugar bursting across your tongue.

“Damn, that’s good cake,” you mumble after swallowing and he laughs. You both scoot towards the wall to get out of everyone’s way, sharing the cake slice while people watching.

As you’re finishing, you see your aunt walking towards you out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, knowing she never holds her tongue. You lean over to whisper in Tim’s ear, his arm coming around your waist to steady you.

“Sorry in advance,” you whisper and he chuckles, trying to keep his face neutral.

“Hello dear,” your aunt drawls, already setting your teeth on edge, “who’s this?”

“This is Tim, my boyfriend,” you smile at him, winding your arm around his waist and squeezing lightly.

“So how did you end up with him?” Your aunt asks and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at her and the way she’s sneering at him.

“We met at school. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was done for,” Tim cuts in with a smile before you can say something scathing. His hand on your waist squeezes placatingly and you can feel your grip relax from where you’d balled it up in Tim’s shirt without realizing.

Your aunt hums noncommittally and you find yourself terribly in need of a drink.

“I think we’re gonna head over to the bar,” you plaster a forced smile on your face and drag Tim with you.

“If looks could kill, she’d be dead,” Tim laughs when you make it to the bar.

“She was being a bitch,” you scowl as you land on a barstool, which only makes Tim laugh harder. He leans around you, ordering your favorite drink and something for himself. Him rattling off your order easily makes your frown melt away. You thank him with a smile when he takes the drink from the bartender, handing it to you before settling onto the stool next to you. Sipping at your drink, you glance around the room at the other guests. You roll your eyes when you see your aunt whispering to your uncle and pointing to spots on her face. You just know she’s saying something insulting about Tim’s piercings. Tim’s hand finds your knee where the slit of your dress exposes it, his thumb rubbing soothingly. Your tummy erupts in butterflies as his warmth seeps into your skin.

“Oh I love this song,” you mention offhandedly as the music changes.

“Let’s dance,” Tim suggests and you laugh.

“You know I can’t dance,” you scoff, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“Who cares? You don’t have to be good at it, it’ll be fun either way,” he nudges you and you groan.

“Alright, fine,” you grumble, quickly downing the rest of your drink, making Tim snort. He drags you by the hand out to the dance floor, immediately breaking into the goofiest dance move that makes you laugh embarrassingly loud. He takes both of your hands, pulling you into a series of made up dances before releasing one hand and twirling you less than gracefully. You’re out of breath from laughter when you’re spun back into Tim’s chest. The music shifts and you realize it’s changed to a slow dance. You pick yourself up off Tim but he pulls you back to his chest.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, and you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted to. Your hands drape around his neck as his find your waist. As the two of you sway gently, Tim can’t help but take in every detail of you.

“You’re staring,” you tease.

“You’re beautiful,” he counters, a blush lighting up your face.

“You don’t have to pretend when no one’s around,” you remind him and he frowns.

“I’m not pretending. You look beautiful,” he murmurs, still gently swaying you. You’ve never seen him look so sincere and it makes your stomach swoop dangerously.

“In fact, I’m tired of pretending. Like I don’t want to tell you you’re beautiful everyday, like I haven’t wanted to kiss you since the moment we met,” he admits, eyes flicking to your lips.

Your fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck without thought as you pull him to you, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He melts into the kiss, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he slots his lips against yours more confidently. When you finally pull away to breathe he starts pressing little kisses all over your face and you’re breathless with laughter once again, giggling and squirming in his arms.

“Tim, people are looking,” you try to admonish him, but your laughter makes it less effective.

“Let them,” he grins, pulling you into another kiss.

Tim Taglist; @stusdollface93

#tim laflour #tim laflour x reader #tim laflour imagine #senseless #senseless 1998

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zangtang · 11 months

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I’m a big fan of your recent creation, especially the chunky chav collect. Are you using a single AI imagine create or a combination of tools? Would really like to learn more.

I'm using https://www.bing.com/images/create?FORM=GENILP (If you lose or don't save the link, it's simply the Bing search engine, choose Images, choose Create) Unlike Midjourney, it doesn't really HAVE any tools - but it's still so much more precise that it doesn't really need them. The prompts for the chavs in full was "very rotund 35 year old chav with a large round belly, tracksuit, washing a car, gold chain necklace, carpark at night" You can remove or add details as you please, just bear in mind some words are more heavily weighted against the censor than others: chav, or fat, can result in more censored work, so using slightly off-kilter words like rotund help to be safer. "Chav" can become "London man" or whatever. The moderation is very reactive, and I think it's already changed considerably since last week - "hugging" and "handsome" seem to be okay words now, but I couldn't get them to work earlier. I've got to give SO much credit to people who have helped me in very surprising ways (I won't name them though, they're free to reply to this if they want credit lol.) Many, many details have been either suggested to me or given directly as tested prompts - for example I'd been trying "man falling over another man" and someone recently simply changed it to "falling over another man, rugby field." I then added "low tackle, handsome" and voila! A world of difference!

i'm sure you're not at all curious but.... just in case you were interested, the specific prompt for these was very rotound man, 25 year old, large round heavy belly, fat rugby player, low tackle, falling over another man, rugby field, raining, italian, handsome

Switch "low tackle" to "slide tackle" for variety, change nationality, other than that, exactly the same Also, I implore you to share anything fun you find, it's how we all find better tricks and make each other better. Good luck!

#fat ai #fat ai men

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tgmsunmontue · 13 days

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Season to Taste - 12/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

It’s another Christmas with the Gallo family and his Italian is fluent. He can even understand the little kids who can barely talk. The teenagers all want to practice their English with him, which he’s happy to do. He’s helped enough with some of their homework now to really appreciate that English is his first language and he never had to learn all the exceptions to all the rules. He’s stumped so often when they ask him to try and explain obscure things.

Christmas is a special time, the restaurant is closed and he helps make the traditional biscuits and food, Leandro and Silvia relaxing and drinking and family come to stay and eat together for what seems like endless days of feasting. There are so many people he can’t keep track of who is related to who. There are Leandro’s siblings, his nieces and nephews. His parents, his parents’ siblings and then their kids.

Then there are Silvia’s parents and fortunately Vi takes pity on him, hooking her arm through his and telling him to just call everyone cousin, or aunt and uncle if they’re old enough to be his parents. It does make it easier, and everyone accepts his continued presence now after a few years, at least no longer the strange American who doesn’t understand them. He does notice, he thinks for the first time, that Leandro and Silvia don’t have any children and he wonders if he can ask. He wants to know but… He sidles up to Vi, she might know.

“Leandro and Silvia never had kids?”

She looks between Bradley and over to Silvia who is holding one of the toddlers on her hips, letting them play with the large chunky beads of her necklace.

“Nope. They couldn’t. Why do you think everyone is happy to have you around?”

“That sucks. They’d make great parents.”

“Who says they aren’t, hmm?” Vi asks, and she gives him a look like he’s an idiot and pats his face.

Well then.

… … …

He’s hot and sweaty, having looked at the tractor and also done some of the truck maintenance. It’s not due to be done until next month, but he won’t be here than and he likes to try and be useful. They have a schedule for things and getting ahead doesn’t hurt, especially when there is a spare pair of hands to help out. He takes the steps up the porch and can hear laughter coming from inside and god, that might not necessarily be a good thing. He’d worried, very briefly, about introducing them and then deserting Leo.

But it’s not like they’re actually dating, he wouldn’t desert a guy who was actually interested in dating him with his sisters. It’s exactly why they’ve never met anyone, because no one has ever really expressed interest in having anything more with him other than just hooking up. His lifestyle doesn’t exactly lend itself to long-term committed relationships with his deployments pretty much imploding everything before they even start. A little alarmingly these two weeks with Leo might constitute his longest relationship, and it’s only a prolonged hookup.

He kicks off his boots and hangs up his hat, can hear both Leo and Maria more clearly and they’re talking food and of course he can smell the same smell from the last couple of days. Some lunches and most dinners, same fucking dish. Even sauce can’t save it. He’s desperate for something different. He walks into the kitchen and it’s a little after four, the house nice and cool after the heat of the sun outside. Both Leo and Maria are sitting there with wine glasses and have turned to look at him.

“Hey…” Leo says, and Jake’s eyebrows raise higher and higher in amusement as Leo blatantly runs his eyes over Jake from his sock clad feet up his legs, over his torso, fixating on what Jake can only assume are his lips. Apparently Leo is a bit of a horny drunk. Maybe.

“Hi there…Are you getting day drunk with my sister?”

“We are getting day drunk together! His sauce needed a little bit of sweetness and a touch of acid, so now we’re emptying the bottle!”

Jake eyes the half-filled bottle and then looks toward the other bench where he spies another empty bottle. He steps closer so he can press a kiss to Leo’s forehead, mainly because he looks like a wobbly kitten wanting to butt heads and Jake’s always been unable to resist cute animals. Then he spies an open recipe book, and he reaches to grab it, about to accuse Leo of cheating and then he sees the photo on the front. The name Bradley Bradshaw embossed in gold, it looks super fancy, and now it makes sense that Maria had recognized him, she’d seen him on the front of one of her recipe books.

“You wrote a recipe book huh?”

Leo’s eyes crinkle and he laughs, leaning into Jake’s body and Jake would swear he’s nuzzling him.

“Yeah. Told you I wouldn’t be much of a chef if I used someone else’s…”

“Yeah okay, fair point. Nice picture…” Jake says, because it is, Leo all dressed in chef whites and looking serious as he holds a knife over a bunch of peppers like he’s about to behead them. It’s clearly posed but he still looks hot.

“I was just signing it for Maria…”

“Was that before or after the first bottle of wine?” Jake asks, and he’s feeling a little… something looking at Leo so comfortable and happy. He looks good. Happy and relaxed and Jake feels the same and it’s… nice, to have someone experiencing a similar thing.

“Oh, I signed it as soon as I saw it.”

“Aw, getting all excited about someone having your cookbook huh?” Jake asks and Maria makes a snorting choking sound but uses a hand to wave his concern away. Leo is looking at him like he never wants to stop and Jake wants to look right back. “You ready to hit the road?”

“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Maria asks, looking between them and Jake gives her the finger.

“You need anything?” Jake asks, because there’s no way he’ll leave her needing to do anything, not while she’s this drunk.

“Nope. Have food… wouldn’t mind the company to eat but I’ll ring Olivia… oh my god. Can you come for dinner Friday night?”

“What? Why?” Jake asks, suspicious.

“I wasn’t asking you! Bradley. Can you, will you, come for dinner?”

“Yeah, I’d love to. What can I bring?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Your flourless chocolate cake. Could you make that?”

“Wait. Why are you inviting him for dinner?” Jake asks, because it’s two days away and –

“Don’t you think everyone else would like to meet him?”

Jake tries to convey shut up shut up shut up with both his brain and eyes, but Maria is looking a little manic and Leo doesn’t seem worried at all but also Leo has likely drunk a bottle of wine. Because no, he doesn’t see why everyone needs to suddenly meet the guy he’s fucking.

“I don’t know, why do they need to meet him?”

“We always like meeting your friends Jake. You never bring anyone home…”

“Actually, I’ve got a meeting on Friday…” Leo says, and Jake looks at him, and he’s suddenly looking a lot more sober, not as soft and shit, he wonders if Maria inviting him to meet the entire family has made him uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough to be making up excuses and meetings. “The guy from the food truck. Rickard. He’s going to show me how he makes his salsa verde.”

“Oh.” Not made up then. He’s still mourning horny-drunk Leo though.

“You’re seeing Rickard on Friday?” Maria asks.

“You know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone around here. I’ve got a delivery planned for him tomorrow, if Jake has done his job properly.” Jake rolls his eyes. Of course he fucking has. He might be years out from living and working the farm, but he hasn’t forgotten how to harvest or direct the machines or other workers.

“He gets his ingredients from you?”

“Well, we’re certainly not going to get through that many jalapeños! We provide to several places.”

They’re throwing back the last of the wine in their glasses and Jake feels bad at unintentionally calling a halt to their session, because they’ve obviously enjoyed each other’s company. But he doesn’t know how to make things back to the way they were, when they were laughing and Leo was looking at him with dark eyes filled with promise. Ah well, too late now.

“Come on, lucky I don’t drink on the job and can drive us back.”

Maria trails after them, thumbs flying over her phone and he fully expects that his sister’s group chat is lighting up. He should be glad he’s not part of it, but he does wonder what she’s saying. His own phone vibrates in his pocket and oh, maybe she’s got some choice words to say to him then and he’s got it all wrong. He keeps quiet while Leo thanks Maria for her help, and she replies and tells him anytime and it sounds like she genuinely means it, which makes him feel worse about ruining the dinner invite, except Maria is reiterating the dinner invite, and apparently her and Leo have exchanged numbers. What the fuck. Jake can apparently stay away if he doesn’t want to come. Leo says he’ll think about it, she rolls her eyes, mutters oblivious, seriously and that for some reason makes Leo crack a smile. He really wants to check his phone but holds off, waves goodbye to Maria and walks with Leo to the truck. Maria is standing there waiting for them to drive off so she can wave, but Jake shoos her away and she throws her hands up but goes back inside the house.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. Why?”

“Just seem a little quiet,” Jake observes, and he could start the engine, fill the silence with something but he wants to… fix this.

“Yeah. Sorry. I just… I didn’t mean to overstep. Kind of muscle in on your family time…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hanging out with Maria, getting invited to dinner…”

Jake turns and look at Leo, confused and a little bewildered.

“Leo. You… shit. You aren’t stepping on toes. I thought you and my sister would get on, and I was right. And I made you hang out with my sister, and my sister invited you to dinner. I just… I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or, I don’t know, obligated, to meet my family because we’re” he waves his hands between them “…hooking up.”

“What if it was more than hooking up?”

“What?”

“I know it’s only been a few days. Shit. It has only been a few days, but…” he sucks in a breath. “I really like you.”

Jake stares at him, because this is madness. Leo lives in New York, Jake lives wherever the US Navy sends him and comes home to Thompsonville when he can.

“So, what? You think we can date each other for the next ten days?”

“I think that would be a good start…”

“And when you go home, and I’m deployed, how exactly do you see a… relationship working between us?”

“Like we’d savor every second we have together, and use technology to stay in touch and… at least try.”

Jake blinks and shakes his head.

“That’s insane…”

“Maybe. But… Look. I grew up a Navy brat. I know how deployments work and how hard they can be on relationships. Trust me. My job isn’t easy either. I work fucking odd hours, travel a lot and get grumpy even more often. You’ve got the vacation version of me, not the stressed-out workaholic version…”

Jake raises an eyebrow, because he cannot imagine Leo getting stressed out, or even grumpy. His little disgruntled expression when something isn’t tasting quite right is cute, not grumpy, but he trusts that Leo knows what he’s talking about.

“You’re serious…”

“Yeah. And don’t think I don’t know how crazy and potentially stupid this could all be… but I kind of feel like I’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

“And everything to gain,” Jake says, because it’s a common turn of phrase but as soon as it slips out Leo is shifting and reaching over the gear stick to kiss him.

“Exactly.”

THIRTEEN

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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graveyardviolence · 1 month

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i did a little thing for arden. some things that just speak to him.

whats in arden’s bag?

his keys!! it has the dorm key, his house key, the columbia house key, and his car key on it!

wire earbuds & an ipod. he’s almost always listening to music.

carmex cherry chapstick & vaseline lip therapy cocoa butter! he cant stand his lips being chapped

a water bottle that’s probably a day old. he refuses to buy a reusable water bottle. he’ll stick the with the poland spring ones since theyre easy to grab

a sketch book and pencil case. both are pretty untouched since he kinda forgets he has them but theyre there for when he’s bored in class

his wallet! its stuffed full of cash that he keeps forgetting to deposit into his account

a Marlboro cigarette box. pretty standard. he doesn’t smoke often but he keeps it on him anyways.

lots and lots of receipts and wrappers and stuff. he refuses to litter and often forgets hes put the trash in his bag

a book on stars and the solar system. he’s a nerd

hubba bubba cherry flavored gum strips

key elements of arden’s wardrobe:

large leather jackets! he’s always wearing one, usually black but he does have a faded brown one.

a black wrist watch his friends got him for his birthday

black fingerless leather gloves! they’re ALWAYS on.

while he usually wears his beat up red converse, he does have a pair of docs that he wears on special occasions

chunky gold wrings! usually with funky little designs on them. most of his jewelry is gold.

band tees! he listens to most of the bands on the shirts, but if he likes the design of the merch he’ll just buy it

light washed / faded baggy & or boot cut jeans are his go-to

when he wears necklaces they’re usually layered.

thats it for now ig. enjoy lol

#all for the game oc #aftg minyard sibling au #arden minyard (oc)#all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #aaron minyard #aftg oc #nicky hemmick #aftg #kevin day #robin cross

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lolasimms · 1 year

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Part 2: The Nanny- Abby x reader

Summary: You’re assigned as a live in nanny for a couple and their young daughter, but what happens when your boss takes an interest in you?

You were awoken by the familiar chimes of marimba, your alarm ringing obnoxiously. 7:00 am. Immediately you noticed the sunlight peeking through the privacy curtains, you must’ve forgotten to close the block-out ones last night. After the strangely sensual interaction with your boss Abby, you’d given Liv her snack and then completed the rest of the tasks on her schedule. She was a very agreeable child so far, and you could see yourself growing attached to her.

Avery on the other hand was gone for the night, after her appointment she was heading to work. You didn’t know what exactly it was that her job entailed but she claimed she was a holistic life coach. In other words she coached other rich snobs like herself on how to maintain an eating disorder and do excessive amounts of cardio and crystal cleansing. You couldn’t complain about her though, so far she seemed quite nice.

You felt bad that her wife was hardcore flirting with you last night, though you weren’t sure it was flirting…was it? Maybe that was Abby’s personality, it’s not like you knew her personally. You brushed the thoughts from your mind and scurried into the ensuite. It was simple and effective, a waterfall shower with marble tile, a nice vanity and sink, a circular mirror installed with LED light. You truly were living the life.

After a steamy shower, you did your skincare, applied some simple makeup and threw your hair into a ponytail. Opting to keep it simple, you wore a pair of black leggings and a beige chunky cable knit sweater. Liv would be due for breakfast in about 20 minutes, so you headed to her room to get her ready for the day. Making your way down the long hallway, you heard a bit of commotion coming from her room.

“Liv, you up?” You said slowly, after twisting the gold knob of her door open. You looked to her queen sized bed, littered in plushies and fluffy pillows. She was swallowed whole by her oversized comforter and was playing with what appeared to be a flute. Your words caught her attention and immediately she smiled, warming your heart.

“Morning!” She says your name and then drops the instrument, bounding towards you and hugging your legs. You assumed she didn’t meet many people, seeing as how attached she already was to you. You smiled at the contact, reaching your hands down to ruffle her chocolate locks playfully.

“Morning Livy, how about we get your teeth brushed and a nice shower?”

—

“Mommy’s here” You hear Liv mumble from beside you. It was around 12:00pm, and you’d just given her her mid-day snack, the two of you now working on her reading reading. Her mother had her reading a collection of adapted Shakespeare books for children, it was a bit much for a five year old but you supposed it was never too early to make a genius.

Avery walked into the room, hair in a messy bun, wearing a frilly white blouse and a matching white maxi skirt. She had a necklace of what you assumed was rose quartz and held a large folder in her arms. She sported her usual wide grin and was waving at the two of you.

“Hi Livy, mommy’s home!” She exclaimed, coming towards the desk and ruffling her daughters hair before placing a kiss on her head. Livy smiled kissing her mothers cheek and then returning to her book.

“And you sweetie, has Livy been for you?” She turns towards you, unexpectedly giving you a big hug. You’re taken aback by the contact but welcome it. Your past employers never dared touching but Avery was different, in a good way.

“I’m great, and Liv’s been perfect” You smile at Liv and then back at Avery.

“That’s so good honey, well you’re free until 7:00pm, since I have another overnight client, but for now I’ll be taking this one to gymnastics.” She pinches your cheek playfully and you return a smile. You grab your phone and lanyard that housed your keys off the table and rise.

“Alright Avery, you have a good day and Liv, have fun at gymnastics, I’ll see you tonight.” Liv smiles, giving you a shy wave and Avery calls out a “have a good day” to you. You weren’t sure what you’d plan on doing for the rest of the day, seeing as you had a few hours of free time. Maybe you’d try get in a workout at the home gym, go out to the markets and grab Liv a treat, take a dip in their large pool, who knew? You were however alerted when the Maria called out to you.

“Mrs. Anderson called for you, she wants to see you in her office.” She smiles at you, hands tucked behind her back. Your heart immediately dropped into your stomach. What could she possibly want now?

“Oh, um…do you know why?” You awkwardly let out, and Maria simply shrugs.

“She didn’t discuss details with me, she just told me to let you know the driver would be waiting for you outside.” She motioned for you to follow her and you did, Lo and behold the driver was parked in the large driveway.

—

The drive to the office was quite short, tou expected she’d work at the hospital her family owned but were instead driven to a high rise building with corporate offices. You assumed this is where the corporate part of the hospital worked from. The driver simply motioned towards the building and you were escorted into the elevator. 8th floor. You were rattling with nervousness, unsure of what this was about. Did Avery even know about this?

The woman who you assumed was Abby’s assistant led you out of the elevator and down a bright hallway. The offices were open for all to see, courtesy of the glass windows, save for one down the hall that was shut with blinds. She walked you to the last door and on the door inscribed in bold font was your bosses name. ‘Mrs. Abby Anderson’

“In you go!” The woman said, opening the door for you and then turning on her heels.

The office was quaint and plain, the large office desk featuring two computer monitors, a pen jar and no intimate pictures of Avery or Liv. Abby was sat back in her chair, leaning her head on the back rest. Her hair in a fishtail, a black dress shirt and matching black slacks. She smirked as soon as she noticed your presence and directed her eyes towards the chair opposite her desk. It was a command to sit.

You took a seat, obeying her silent instruction, your body continuing to rattle anxiously. “Afternoon, Mrs. Anderson.” You whisper, not bothering to make eye contact, knowing you’d piss yourself.

“It’s Abby to you, sweetheart.” Your heart just about stops at the term of endearment, you were still so confused by her. Was she flirting or was this her personality?

“Afternoon…Abby” She smiles once you’ve corrected yourself and leans forward. Her elbows against the desk, hands placed under her chin.

“I heard you had free time, thought I’d have a chat with you.” She casually says.

“Is there something in particular you’d like to discuss, is this about Liv’s schedule?” You ask, curious about why the fuck you were in her office right now.

“Fuck no, the schedule is one of Avery’s psychotic ways of taking control of the child’s life. I want to discuss us.” You’re left in complete shock, what did she mean by “us?”

“Us?” You question.

“I want to get to know you better.” She finally removes her elbows from the desk and leans back into her chair.

“Why?”

“Why, not. I want to get to know you if you’ll be caring for my child, staying in my home.” The way she says my child throws you off.

“Oh…okay.”

“I’ve heard that you and Avery have been getting on well.” She tilts her head while looking at you.

“Yeah, she’s very sweet. She’s been so kind to me.” She chuckles at your words and your eyebrows raise. It was true, Avery had been nothing but a sweetheart to you so far.

“Sweet wouldn’t be the word for Avery, you have to admit she’s a bit of a nut.” Abby laughs, brushing a stray of hair that fell from her plait away from her face.

“I think she’s great, she’s an amazing woman.” You stand on your words and can’t help the next words form spilling. “Is there anything else I can help you with ?” She’s taken aback and her eyebrows immediately furrow, she gets up out of her chair, crossing the table and towering over your chair.

“There is in fact, like I said, I want to get to know you. I chose you from the agency website for a reason.” She places two fingers under your chin, lifting your face up to look at her.

“You’re married, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You pull your head away from her grip but she doesn’t budge.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t undermine my intelligence. That’s okay though, you’ll learn.” She smirks caressing your cheek, the smirk still painting her gorgeous face.

“Please, we can’t.” You plead, you knew you had to stand your ground but the way she was looking at you left your thighs pressing together, you could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.

“Don’t fight it, you know you want this.” She leaned down, enveloping you in a kiss, if you thought it was bad before it was worse now. You were clenching around nothing, moving further into the kiss, her hands groping your breasts. She was groaning deliciously, only egging you on further. But as much as you were enjoying the kiss, you knew it was wrong and you had to stop this, so you pulled back despite her grunts of disapproval.

“I can’t, we can’t. This is wrong on so many levels, Abby, you have to back off.” She simply smirks at your words, taking them as a nothing but a challenge.

“If you say so, see you at home dirty girl.”

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Till Death Do Us Part | Chapter 2 |

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Summary: Y/n and Deanna discuss the arrival of the new group in Alexandria, causing more conflict amongst the Blackwell family. Until, Rick and a very familiar face stroll up to their front porch simply wanting to say hello.

Warnings: Arguing, language, mentions of physical fighting/ abuse, sensitive topics (the inability to have children)

Word count: 3.3k

Tags: @daryldixcnswife

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The dirt that had accumulated on your skin over the past 2 weeks ran down the tub meeting the metal drain of the shower. Cleaning up was dreadful yet relieving. The way the hot water hit every tense muscle in your body from sleeping on floors and washed away all the blood and grime that covered, what felt like, every inch of you. You scrubbed and scrubbed. Scrubbed under your nails, your scalp, your skin. Washing everything twice and giving yourself a good shave. You didn’t have to, you knew that. Dead walked the earth. No one gave a shit about body hair. But you did it this time just to make yourself feel better.

It was in moments like this, that you thought about him. Moments when you got to be alone and your mind would wonder.

You’d practically shove Daryl into the shower, especially when he’d get home from the shop. He’d smell like oil and dirt. You could handle the dirt and sweat but not the oil, it gave you migraines if it lingered too long. Some days Daryl would mess with you, attempting to sneak up on you when he thought you didn’t notice (you could smell him before you saw him). Or chasing you around the apartment for a hug before he showered. But there were occasional days when he’d come home and you’d be curled up in bed, covering ur eyes from any light, and rubbing your temples from an already severe migraine. He’d go to the shower immediately, then come to you.

You cut the hot shower off, almost as a way to cut off your thoughts too. You slipped on a pair of light colored jeans that we’re probably a size or two big for you which you had to secure with a black belt with a chunky silver buckle. Your white tank top was fitted and tucked into your pants.

Your long hair hit almost the mid of your back. Cecilia and you had similar hair, brown and wavy. If there was something the Blackwell’s had in common, it was the hair that grew from their heads. Thick and full with waves or curls, varying shades of brunette. You pinned half of it up, letting your bangs fall to frame your face, making a note that you’d have to go see Jesse for a trim soon.

Decking yourself out in shades of silver and gold didn’t scare you. You wore the same silver necklace that held your ring, finding it a habit to play with it. Rings cluttered your fingers, as did the silver hanging from your ears. In total you had five piercings on each ear. You and Nellie got all of them together when you were teenagers. Two on your lobe, two on your lower helix, and one on your upper helix. It wasn’t everyday you wore your ear jewelry, in fear that in a fight they could be ripped out.

The ink that forever touched your skin was your favorite accessory. You didn’t have to clip them on everyday, didn’t have to worry about them falling off and losing them forever. They were just always beautifully there.

After lacing up the same black boots you laced everyday, you were off to Deanna’s, not returning home for another dragged 4 hours.

The sun was no longer at its peak in the sky, it was at a mid point meaning it would be setting within the next couple hours. You shut the red front door behind you, rounding the corner to the kitchen which connected to the dining area. The conversation you heard when you had first walked in the door had come to a close. Everyone sat around the large dining table with changes of clothes, clean skin, and clean fluffy hair. “Celia told us….about the group” Nellies words were soft and quiet, “that’s why you were at Deanna’s right ?”

You let out a sigh and rested your hands on your hips “yeah, yeah it was”

No one could quite read your expression and you weren’t quite sure what emotion to present them with. You had talked to Deanna for hours, you were quite exhausted. In all honesty you just wanted to go to bed.

“Come on boys, let’s take this outside” Henry motioned for his nephew’s to leave the table and pick up their card game. As you approached the table Henry pulled out out his chair for you, you gave him a polite smile and a small thank you before sitting down. Henry didn’t like to get involved in family business too much. He wasn’t blood, he hadn’t married into the family unlike his older brother so usually he was quick to excuse himself unless you asked him to stay. You liked Henry, he was loyal to you and your family, a skilled fighter, and treated the boys as any amazing uncle would, they adored him.

“She’s not budging is she?” Tommy sat to your right, you shook your head. “I gave up after a couple hours” You truthfully admitted crossing your arms across your chest, “she says we can’t just kick them out, that they’ve gotten comfortable and that it would be cruel.”

The way the room fell silent showed how deep in thought everyone was, wracking their brains to decide their standpoint on the situation.

“She says they’re good people, that I need to meet them and decide what jobs they’d be best for. She even suggested having a dinner party” You continued, you could hear Eddie scoff a laugh from next to Tommy but you forced yourself to tune it out.

“She’s right.” Celia started with a serious tone in her voice, “they have children. We can’t just send them back out there. Those kids deserve a roof. And food. Just like Jace and Luke do.” Celia’s tone was firm, obviously show casing her stance on the matter. Deanna told you how Jace and Luke had been hanging out with the younger boy, his name was Carl and that he was a kind kid. Nellie expressed her agreement with Celia.

Eddie muttered a “god Nel” while shaking his head. “What Eddie?” Nellie snapped throwing her hands up in retaliation, “ i’m not saying we trust them! i’m saying we give it a chance. If something happens we deal with it.” Nellie wasn’t the type to yell and throw insults, even now she wasn’t yelling. There was almost a plea in her tone. Pleading for Eddie to just stop being so stubborn.

You remembered when your group arrived in Alexandria. You wondered if there was ever a time someone sat around their polished wood dining tables, debating your stay. Probably, you were quite the gossip for the first few weeks. Nellie’s pleading eyes met yours. “Sitting around debating their stay isn’t gonna change anythin’. Deanna made her choice.” Tommy interjected, Tommy always tried to be the middle ground in situations like this.

When there seemed to be a “right” and “wrong” side, Tommy stood arms crossed in the middle. And if he couldn’t find a middle ground, he stuck by your side, whatever your stance might be.

“How did you not know?” Eddie, unsurprisingly, turned his aggression towards you because you knew somehow in his mind, this was all your fault.

“What?”

“She didn’t once mention this to you?”

You let out a deep sigh and crossed your arms over your chest, “No Eddie.” You allowed your tone to match his, condescending and thick with ignorance. He sat up in the wooden chair causing it to creek, so you did the same. Straightening your back and allowing a light scowl to spread across your features. It wasn’t exactly intentional but it wasn’t unintentional either.

Everyone else at the table knew where this was going. You and Eddie were relentless with each other, the insults and name calling were vicious. Hands were only laid on each other once. You had shoved him back by his chest which resulted in him grabbing you by your wrists, shoving you into a wall. Tommy broke it up, screaming at the both of you. Eddie did apologize for that considering you had light bruises on your wrist for a few days after.

The bickering between the two of you began, “well then maybe you don’t have as much say in Alexandria as you think you do. I thought you were Deanna’s right hand” Eddie knew how to press your buttons, to dig right under your skin and just let himself marinate there. “I wasn’t here, remember? I was on the trip with the rest of you.” You watched Eddie roll his eyes with a malicious grin on his face, his next insult on the tip of his tongue.

“The same trip you murdered a pre-“ “Don’t.” You abruptly slammed your hand on the table creating a loud bang causing every in the room to flinch. Simultaneously standing up from your chair causing it to create a scraping noise against the floor. Your chest was heaving with heavy breaths, your nostrils flared, and your jaw clenched as your temper began to rise.

Eddie didn’t seem to care, always as if it was amusing to him. “Were you angry ?” He looked you dead in your eyes, taking a stance himself “jealous maybe?”

“Eddie” Nellie spoke in a firm yet quite tone in an attempt to tell him to stop. He was going too far, farther than he ever had before but he didn’t seem to care. Ever since the incident happened on the trip you knew he had just been waiting. Waiting to bring it up, waiting to scream at you for what you’d done.

“Because she was gonna have something you’d never have, a family.”

“I have a family.” You snapped back, keeping your composure at his words. Though your features had softened from the scowl you once wore.

“Maybe that’s why Daryl walked out. Because I might’ve too if my wife couldn’t give me-“

“Enough.” Tommy took his stance in front of Eddie, chest broad and an angry grimace on his face. Your face fell showing a hint of your vulnerability about that topic.

The look on Nellie and Cecilia’s face said it all as did the silence that settled in the room.

For a second you could see Eddie’s eyes droop with a hint of regret.

“Lizzie would hate you.” With those words, out went any regret Eddie had for his words. He went low but you always knew how to go lower.

Lizzie and Eddie were the oldest and the closest out of the four Blackwell siblings. They were so close in age that they practically grew up as twins. They were the one’s who saw and dealt with the issues within the family long before Nellie or you had. You were both too young and ignorant. Lizzie was the one out of the two to approach things with a more mature and calm mindset. She was the one who bailed him out of all his shit. Who supported all the girlfriends and heartbreaks he went through. When Lizzie died a piece of Eddie went with her, she kept him good. Kept him from turning angry. Like your father.

There was truth in what you said. Lizzie wouldn’t like how he carried himself now. Wouldn’t like how he treated you, the things he’s said to you.

You could see the hurt in Eddie’s face and his water line form with tears. You had never hit a nerve with Eddie while arguing to the point where you made him cry. “You’ve been alone these last few years! Alone and angry!” Eddie yelled at you, a quiver in his voice, before he turned to leave. “What would you suggest I do? Fill my bed with as many whores as you do to keep myself warm!?” You yelled at him as he exited the room, his stomping foot steps on the wood stairs before the slam of a door.

Nellie let out a sigh running her hands through her hair, “I’m sorr-“ “Fuck off Nel.”

Your hands shook from anger as you slipped a cigarette into your mouth and headed towards the front door. There was a gust of cool wind that hit your red hot tempered cheeks. You caught sight of the boys who sat around the little glass porch table, playing their card game. Hopefully, they heard nothing.

“Who’s winning?” You asked as you lit your cigarette and made your way over, leaning your lower back on the white railing of the porch. Making sure the wind blew the smoke in the opposite direction. “Uncle Henry” Luke jokingly rolled his eyes, a satisfied smile bearing on Henry’s face.

“I used to bet money with this game, of course I learned how to win”

Henry’s eyes met yours, you wore a frown on your face and so much dread behind your eyes. “Start a new game without me, I’m gonna talk to aunt Y/n”. Henry left his seat along with his cards and walked with you a bit farther down the porch to the stairs. Both of you stood opposite of the other, leaning your backs on the beams of the porch.

“I can only imagine how that went” You scoffed and nodded, “yeah about the same as it always does.”

Your head fell low, your eyes only looking at the ground of the porch and your boots. “I don’t know if it’s my place but I-“ Henry stopped mid sentence and sighed, “Deanna’s coming”. He spotted her a little bit farther down the road, 2 men following in her tracks. “And she brought company” You groaned and turned your back to the street, almost as if you were trying to hide yourself behind the white beams of the porch. Maybe your white tank top could camouflage you. “Fuck me” You muttered taking one last drag of your cigarette before stomping it out and kicking it off the porch. “Go grab everyone for me Henry” You blew the smoke out from your lips, mentally preparing yourself to turn around and put on a perfect exterior.

What could she possibly fucking want? Did she not get enough of you?

Rick and Daryl spotted the house Deanna was walking towards before they even got close to it. It was one of the larger houses in Alexandria, if not the largest.

Deanna had went over to Rick’s a bit after she was done talking to you, she asked him if he’d be willing to come meet some “very important people” and to bring whoever he wanted. Rick of course, picked Daryl. Daryl knew how to read people, he was quiet, observant and most of all, honest. Rick did ask him for one thing, a goddam shower.

Getting closer and closer to the house, Deanna waved at Henry, who retuned a polite wave and smile. But for Daryl, it revealed silhouette’s and faces that were all too familiar. He felt his heart pound against his chest, even though he stood outside, all the oxygen his lungs needed was gone. He knew it was you by the way your large back tattoo could be seen through the sheer white fabric of your shirt but he still didn’t allow himself to believe it. Not until he saw your face.

You turned with your hands on your hips, a forced smile on your lips, allowing yourself to be in clear view.

“Hey D?” You bare feet walked down the cool wood floor of your apartment hall, making your way to the living room where you could see a lamp on. Being up this early was normal for Daryl, he usually left for work before you got up but Daryl didn’t work today.

What you didn’t expect to see when you entered the living room was Daryl swinging the strap of a large duffel bag over his shoulder. “Where the fuck are you going?” You were still groggy and tired, your hair messy, only wearing short pajama shorts and a tank top. “I gotta go make sure Merle’s alright” You and Daryl had just argued about this yesterday, the news reports were getting worse and Daryl was insistent on going to Georgia to at least make sure his brother was okay. He tried to reason with you, saying he’d go check on your aunt Claudia too and that he’d be home within a day or two.

You never understood it, his brother was a piece of shit that he hadn’t talked to since your engagement. After Merle said you were just “some whore not worth putting a ring on”. You didn’t understand why he wanted to blow money on a plane ticket to go see that bastard.

“So what? You were just gonna leave me in the middle of the night?” The sleep that once clouded your eyes was replaced with burning hot tears. You were angry and hurt.

“No, I-“ Daryl finally caught your eye and saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. He dropped the bag back to the floor and came to you, cupping your face in his large hands. You crossed your arms across your chest, needing to show how angry you were. “I would never leave ya.”

“So then stay.”

The fake smiled you had forced on your face before dropped. A mixture of shock yet relief emitted off your features. You had to let a few seconds pass, struggling to let your brain process that he wasn’t just a polaroid picture you kept next to your bed. He wasn’t the linger of touches you could ghostly feel on your skin. He wasn’t a memory, he was right here. Your thoughts couldn’t formulate a sentence, your lips parted because you wanted to speak or cry out but you couldn’t. And you knew, if you didn’t touch him soon, every atom in your body would surely rip itself apart.

As soon as Daryl saw your foot take the first step down onto the stairs, it was his green light and he met you halfway. One second you were apart and the next your body was melting into his. His body is rough and stronger than the last time you felt him but it gives you more relief than you could’ve ever imagined.

You can feel his firm torso and beating heart. His arms are practically locked around your back pulling you closer in. You can feel your body shake and you can’t help but cry, cry because of the three long years of not having him.

You pull yourself back to look at him, cupping his face in your soft hands while his hands lingered on your hips. He doesn’t look at you at first, his head is low, his long hair falling in his eyes. “M’sorry” He chokes out, when Daryl met your eyes he expected anger which he knew he’d have to understand.

But that anger didn’t exist.

All he was met with were doughy eyes, watery with tears.

“I know” Your mouth painted a soft smile as you gave him a nod before folding him in your arms again. “Uncle Daryl?” The boys were next to give Daryl a hug, you heard him reply to them with a soft ‘hey kiddos’.

As the rest of the members in your family piled out of the house, Daryl got his fair share of hugs, hellos, and happy tears. You watched as Eddie held him especially tight, them sharing a few words you couldn’t quite hear. There was a particular person who couldn’t be spotted amongst the group. For a second it almost seemed as if Daryl looked for her, waiting for a hug from your eldest sister.

Daryl looked at you searching for an answer and you replied, with a simple shake of your head.

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[image description: two drawings of Impulse SV and Skizzleman. The first is Impulse, with tiny bat wings and horns, wearing a yellow sundress with a black shape pattern over a purple T-shirt. He has a chunky black belt and yellow converse-style shoes, and he’s wearing a friendship bracelet. He is smiling at the viewer as he holds his skirt out to the sides, kicking up on leg.

The next image is Skizzleman, with a large gold halo and six angel wings. He is wearing a dark blue sundress with yellow flowers and gold butterflies all over the skirt, and a few at the base of one of the straps. He is wearing chunky black boots, a flower necklace, and several bracelets including a friendship bracelet. He is smiling at the viewer as he poses with one hand on his hip. End ID]

#hermitcraft #imp and skizz #impulsesv #skizzleman #fashion design #men in dresses #I’d been trying to draw impy in a dress pretty much since I did the scar one #but I just couldn’t figure out what style #once I figured out a sundress for impy I wanted a Skizz to match but also… he refused to be low key lmao #I didn’t have any control over him he did this himself lol

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literaryfandomangel · 7 months

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The Promise Chapter Five

Chapter Five

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't sleep. I lay underneath the thin covers of my bedding, watching the moonlight stream through my curtains. The window was opened, allowing a breeze to flow into the room to dissipate some hot air.

My mind kept going back to those four men on the Boardwalk. Their appearance suggested wild and rowdy, but how they treated me was a direct contrast to their image. I remember teasing the blonde with the long hair and mesh top. His mannerisms indicated that was his usual personality.

I could imagine him teasing his friends as they relaxed, doing what guys do. He had a bright smile - I believe he was Paul if the brunette's warning was correct. I could picture this Paul with the wild hair playing in a rock band. He had a strange tuxedo-like jacket he wore, unlike the leather of his counterparts.

I thought with a giddy smile; I could see his image in my mind. He wore the strangest ensemble - football pants, a mesh shirt, and a tuxedo with coattails. It was a combination I would have never pictured together, but on Paul, the outfit just worked.

The male with the curly hair did have the weirdest jacket out of all of them. It was completely covered in fabric patches. I was curious to know if the coat was leather or denim. He also had fish lures on his shoulders, the glittery tendrils hanging down. This guy wore leather chaps over his denim pants, giving him a pseudo-cowboy look. The curly-haired guy looked like he laughed a lot and had fun like Paul.

The curly-haired one was the shortest of his friends but was still lithe and lean. Being smaller than his friends didn't make him any less masculine. When I last saw him, he was chewing on the ends of his fingerless gloves, which made me assume this was a habit he frequently exhibited. I wondered if it was a nervous habit or something he thoughtlessly did, regardless of feelings.

If I remember that moment, the brunette's hands still caused my skin to bubble underneath my elbows. I let my hands absentmindedly trail over the skin taut over my elbows, letting myself become lost in that feeling. The brunette was large, towering over my frame, but with an unexpected gentleness. His honey-brown eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, and his jawline held a little stubble.

The brunette was dressed in only a leather jacket with a golden figure on the right arm and ripped black jeans. His ear held a dangling bear tooth, and a chunky necklace surrounded his neck. I realized that the necklace consisted of more bear teeth. His hands were large and calloused but gentle in a way that belied his strength. I imagined this man to know his strength and how to use it to his advantage.

The final man, the platinum blonde with the hypnotic blue eyes, was something that spelled trouble. He just exuded an air of arrogance and menacing, yet I had seen his gentle nature. A protective nature, which I hadn't expected. He seemed to expect answers to his questions, the more dominant group figure. The leader of the four men I had bumped into on the Boardwalk.

He wore a long peacoat overtop of a leather jacket; the collar of the leather jacket was layered upon the peacoat collar. He wore full leather gloves, contrasting with the curly-haired man's fingerless ones. This platinum blonde wore black leather pants, dirty and worn, that tapered down into his leather boots; he creaked when he took a step.

I smiled, thinking how our eyes connected, light blue meeting my deep green eyes. It made a bubble of something, possibly excitement, grow within my stomach as I thought about seeing these four again.

I couldn't understand the magnetic pull I felt towards four different men. I hadn't felt like this just meeting a male in the past. It seemed like fate. I could only hope that these four had also felt the same. I hoped they wanted to explore the feelings, or else I needed to figure out what would happen. I wondered what would happen later if the feelings bubbled to the surface just thinking about the four men.

I yawned, feeling the peace of sleep eluding me. I tossed and turned beneath the blanket, only able to concentrate on the four men. My eyes were burning, and I felt frustrated until suddenly, light blue eyes appeared beside my bed. I frowned, but my eyelids were fluttering closed, much to my protestations.

"Just go to sleep, darling," someone whispered, and I felt the blackness take me hostage for the night. Chapter Six

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