#shane is the dm??? how was i not told

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DID YOU FUCKS KNOW ABOUT THE D&D SERIES AND NO ONE TOLD ME? FUCK YALL

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MY CHARMED ONE [6]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: coarse language, implied violence. Angry, protective Capri, angst/fluff

In which Capri’s and reader’s relationship start rumours around the school.

“Capri, just- ignore them.”

“I’m doing that but it’s not working.” Capri scoffed, rolling her eyes annoyedly. “You know what? I’m just gonna shut them up-”

“No. I don’t want to deal with that right now…all of them happily yapping away even after you tell them to stop? That’s definitely going to happen.”

“Baby, they’re saying shit about me, about you, about us. I’m not going to just let them run their bloody mouths. A week’s enough fun for them- it’s time to show them who’s the boss.”

You chuckled at the end, “Okay. Have at it.”

“Alright! Everyone, I’m just gonna say this once- leave mine and my girlfriend’s name out of your mouths. None of what we do, what we wear, what we eat concern your pathetic little mind that have nothing better to do. Get on with your fucking lives and do something productive because it is astounding how much you ‘care’ about people who don’t even know you. If you have nothing nice to say, just don’t even say anything.”

“Donahue- my office.” A deep voice causes her to turn on her heel, “y/n, you too.” Unwillingly, Capri follows the instruction of the discipline master, with you close behind.

“So, both your teachers have reported the behaviour of your fellow classmates to me. And, I would like to clarify it with the two of you.”

“Clarify?” Capri raised a brow at the guy, “Mr. Pierce- of course they’ve been making things difficult for us. On Monday someone slipped an absolutely disgusting note into her locker.”

“Our school has a zero-tolerance of bullying.”

“You say that and yet here we are.” You nearly scoffed.

“Ladies, I’m very sorry for what is happening. And we will definitely be taking action against those students mentioned by your teachers. But in the meantime, report any other instances to me. Do not retaliate and make yourselves the ones in trouble.”

“We are in trouble. The whispering, the DMs, the comments- so much of it is homophobic.” Capri pointed out.

“I understand your frustration-”

“I’m afraid you don’t.” Capri snapped.

“Ms. Donahue, if it helps at all- I have a boyfriend. I’m bisexual. So I believe I understand how you two are feeling to a certain extend.” The teacher revealed patiently.

“Oh.” You and Capri responded in unison.

“As I was saying, the school typically already has the option for students to do schoolwork from home. So, I would recommend you two do that. But we do need a parent signature each.” He pulls out two sets of forms from a file and handed it to you and Capri.

“Alright, Thanks.” You said as you took the stack of papers.

————

The rest of your classes were okay- people whispered but before you left class, you told them to shut up and mind their business. “Leave me out of your conversations. I don’t even know who the hell you are. I’ve never seen you before.”

Seeing that you spoke up for yourself, they kept quiet from then on. But as you walked down the hall to your final class of the day, you saw a senior standing in your way as though he was waiting for you. “Where ya going, y/n?” He asks.

“To class.” You rolled your eyes, “Got a problem?”

“Yeah, I do.” He tilted his head, walking over to you as he cracked his knuckles. You started running, but he still caught up to you and pulled you back by the handle of your backpack.

“You got me in trouble, you ugly butch.” He growled, face so close to yours- you felt disgusted. By that and enraged at the fact that he called you a butch- that wasn’t you at all.

You stared at him, “Let me go.”

“I will not.” He glared back at you. The warning bell for students to get to their final class rings.

“Fuck off. I don’t care whatever the hell you want from me, I’m not scared of you.” Your anger was boiling, but you also felt a bit of anxiety. And fear- that he was gonna punch you and break your jaw.

“Shane! Get your hands off my girl.” Capri’s voice rang through the halls. Some students were watching- some took pictures, others took videos. So much for Capri’s warning. Shane flew off from you before she even appeared.

Oh, shit.

“y/n, get away.” Capri exclaimed.

“Capri, stop it.” You tried to pull her away. “Capri- stop. It’s not worth it.”

“Fuck you for laying your hands on a girl. Some guy you are.” Capri shoved him into a locker, took you by the hand and left the school.

“I still have one class, Capri.” You told her.

“We’re ditching.” She told you.

“No.”

“y/n.” She stops in her tracks, “We’re not staying and subjecting ourselves to their bullshit.”

“Fine.” You sniffled, walking away.

“Wait.” She sighs, “y/n…”

Capri caught up to you and led you to her car- it’s not like you were actively running away from her. You were just walking ahead of her.

Before she drives off, she took a good look at you. “What the fuck? He choked you?”

You looked away. “y/n- look at me. Who did that?”

“Fucking Shane- who else?” You snapped, biting back your tears.

She kept quiet after that, not wanting to push you. Capri did, however, stop at a drive-through to get lunch before you both returned to her place. “Mom. Why are you home so early?”

“The school called me. You left school.”

“Because y/n got choked by a senior and was almost punched. I couldn’t stay on and just subject ourselves to more of that shit.”

“What?!”

“Look- the school gave us these forms for you to sign and then we can do schoolwork at home.”

“Yeah, I’ll sign them.” Her Mom asks for it.

“You can’t sign mine-”

“y/n, leave it to me- your Dad works near where I work. I’ll drop by and after he signs your form, I’ll hand them back to the school.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Thank you.”

“Before I leave- do either of you need medical attention?” Capri’s mom looked up from the form.

“We’re okay.” Capri answered, “We’ll just be in my room.”

“Alright.”

————

“Can I borrow a change of clothes?” You ask while following Capri into her room.

“Of course- whatever you want.” She shuts the door. Capri leads you by the hand to her closet to pick out a change of clothes. During which, you were still desperately trying not to burst into tears because you simply have had enough of crying these days. You eventually picked out a set and she also grabs you a towel. “I’ll go run you a bath, alright?” She cups your cheek, “Come on.” You didn’t want to sit on her bed with your school clothes so you just followed her into her ensuite bathroom.

Once the tub was filled, you stripped off your clothes and she helped you get in. “Will you stay with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask, my love.” She sat down on the floor with you, resting her folded arms on the edge of the tub and her forehead on them.

You leaned back, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warm water. “Is it okay if I join you in there, baby?” She asks- she needed to freshen up too, anyway. You nodded, “Yeah.”

“All this is just temporary, babe. Just bumps in the road. We’ll be just fine.”

“I just want them to mind their own business. I don’t even care about what they’re saying. But why do they find the need to lay their hands on people?”

Capri asked you to scooch forward, so you did and she ended up sitting behind you. She even lit a candle. “That we’ll never understand, but we have each other, and that’s the most important thing.”

“I love you, Capri.”

“I love you too, my darling.” She presses a kiss to the crook of your neck, her arm wrapped around you. “I love you so much. You don’t ever have to worry about anyone wanting to hurt you, because I’ll hurt them a thousand times more.”

You sniffled, “You really are a gift from heaven.”

“That’s sweet, baby. But I’m just doing what’s right for us.” She traces random shapes on your forearm.

“You really are. My Mom made sure of it.”

“I know, baby. That’s why we’ll be alright. All the more we would be.”

[drunkkenobi]

Bodyguard!Ryan protecting Shane from some threat.. they're also exes

Or

Shyan celebrating an anniversary?

I hope these can help 😅

oh my friend, that first one is such a good prompt. I hope I did it justice!

Rated T, ~2K. Mentions of homophobic threats but none in text.

“I really find it hard to believe that anyone actually wants to kill me,” Shane said skeptically as he folded his keyboard stand up.

“Believe it,” Sara told him, turning her iPad towards him.

He skimmed over the hatemail, some nutjob ranting about how Shane was setting a terrible example for “the children” because he sometimes wrote love songs about men, yadda yadda yadda. It didn’t seem that different from any other hateful thing he’d ever received.

“I still don’t see the big deal.”

“The big deal is this person has your address! And there’s a picture of a fucking assault rifle, you moron!” Sara shoved the iPad under his nose. “I’m hiring a bodyguard again.”

“Oh c’mon, Sara, please, last time it turned out to be some snot-nosed 12 year old, it was frankly kind of embarrassing.”

She was having none of it. “As your manager, I need you to be alive or else I’m back working at Starbucks. I’m calling him.”

Shane blanched. “Absolutely not. There have got to be a hundred bodyguards that need work in LA alone.”

“He knows you, all of the road crew, and he’s really fucking good at his job,” Sara pointed out, already searching for the number on her phone. “I’m calling him.”

“No!”

She ignored him. “Ryan? Hey! It’s Sara Rubin. I–we–want to hire you again. Your rates have gone up? Well that’s fine. The new album is doing really well on Bandcamp.” She grinned like a shark at Shane who mimed cutting his throat back at her. “Yeah, he asked for you specifically. Great! We’re in LA another few days before the tour starts in earnest, so we can meet up tomorrow. I’ll text you the details.”

“I hate you,” Shane scowled.

“You love me,” Sara replied, patting his arm. “For what it’s worth, he sounded happy to see you.”

Shane bit his lip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Two years ago, Ryan Bergara saved Shane’s life.

Well. Maybe that wasn’t totally accurate. The gunshot had actually just been some overeager fireworks enthusiasts and not connected to the threatening DMs Shane had been receiving on Twitter. But Ryan had grabbed Shane by the shoulders and pushed him to the ground, covering his body with his own all the same.

Later that night, when Shane covered Ryan’s naked body with own, he should have known it would never work. What was that Keanu Reeves quote from Speed? Something about how relationships based on intense experiences never work out? He was onto something there.

They’d burned bright, attached at the hip and heart for months before the cracks began to show, before Shane realized that Ryan couldn’t really love him. They were too different, bonded by a crazy experience for their relationship to be real. So, he broke it off. Saved themselves the later heartbreak. Shane still didn’t understand why Ryan had been so pissed. Shane had done him a favor, after all.

Shane was poring over his setlist for the upcoming tour when his doorbell rang. Sara nudged him with her foot from where she was scrolling through her iPad.

“You gonna get that?”

“Can you? I’m stuck on which song to do for the encore.”

“Get your own fucking door.”

Shane sighed. He really didn’t want to face who was on the other side.

He smoothed out his shirt and tried to flatten his hair before putting his hand on the door handle. With a deep breath, he pulled it open.

Standing in black jeans, a white t-shirt, and sneakers that cost as much as Shane’s keyboard was Ryan Bergara. His hair was longer than Shane remembered, curlier too. He looked good. Really good.

“Hey—hi,” Shane greeted, cursing himself when his voice cracked. “Uh, come in.”

“Hi,” Ryan replied simply before pushing past Shane. “Sara! It’s so good to see you!”

They hugged while Shane awkwardly sat back down. He’d really been hoping that Ryan had somehow gotten less good looking since the last time he saw him, but of course, he was hotter than ever.

“So. Sara sent me the threatening letters. I forwarded them to Steven, he still does some freelance computer work for me,” Ryan said as he pulled out a notepad and pen. “In the meantime, how is your home security?”

“It’s the same as it was,” Shane said. “Steven, eh? Are you guys…?”

“Friends? Yes, just like we always were,” Ryan said, curt. Shane cringed while Sara shot him a dirty look. “You should upgrade, I’ll put in an order with one of my buddies. One of the best in LA.”

“How much is that going to cost me?” Shane frowned.

“This person has your address, dipshit. It’s worth it,” Ryan said frankly. “As for the tour, I already emailed all the venues about the situation, most are going to beef up their security for you at a reduced fee. The ones that aren’t giving you a discount are in your email, Sara.”

“Guess I know I’m calling in the morning,” she grumbled.

“With the tour starting next week, I only had one of my guys available to go with you. Roland’s kind of a goof, but he’s a good guy and he’ll look out for you,” Ryan said, tapping his notepad.

“You’re not coming?” Shane asked, embarrassed at the disappointment in his voice.

“Don’t you think that would be awkward, man?”

“I, well, maybe, but that’s not–,” Shane could feel the heat in his cheeks rising as he stammered, “you already know everyone! It’s all the same crew, Matt and TJ and everyone. They’d love to have you back.”

Ryan stared at him, his dark eyes boring holes into Shane’s. Sara, meanwhile, was hiding behind her tablet, only her curls sticking out from behind it. “They would, huh?”

“Of course! And anything with us, is just, it’s, well, it’s water under the bridge, as they say,” Shane said, plastering a smile on his face. That stupid, beautiful hair was doing a number on him.

Ryan considered it for so long, Shane was sure he was going to say no. But then he grinned.

“Okay, big guy. You’ve got yourself a bodyguard.”

—

They’d only been on the road for a week when Shane realized he was the world’s biggest dipshit.

He really thought that all his old feelings for Ryan were gone. He’d poured most of them into his newest album, exorcising them the only way he knew how. But now, being around him every day, hearing that infectious cackle, seeing that gorgeous smile, smelling his citrusy shampoo, every bit of lust and affection came rushing back.

Shane should have let whoever the fuck Roland was be his bodyguard.

Portland, Oregon was always one of Shane’s favorite places to play. Sure, it was a bit cliche that the most well-known hipster city in the country loved his brand of white gay indie bullshit, but that didn’t make the shows any less special. A sold-out crowd singing along to every single lyric, even the newest stuff, that was why Shane was a musician. That connection to a bunch of people he would never know outside of this space…special wasn’t a big enough word. Transcendent. Profound. Worth living for.

After the show, Shane insisted on taking the crew out for drinks and dancing. He was high on the experience (and maybe a joint) and he wanted to share it with everyone. Ryan was right there with him, in his ever-present all black ensemble, sipping tonic water while everyone else let loose.

“Ryan! C’mon, have a drink,” Shane said, tempting him with a cocktail under his nose.

“I’m on the clock,” Ryan reminded him.

Shane rolled his eyes. “It’s Portland! They love me here. I’m fine. Have a drink!”

“The one time you let your guard down is the one you regret it the most,” he said cryptically. “No drinking.”

“Fine! Dancing then. You can still keep your peepers on little ol’ me that way, can’t you?”

“That’s really not a good idea, Shane.”

“Just one song, okay? I know you love dancing,” he whined.

“One song. One,” he said, holding up one finger. “Finish your drink, I’m not gonna let you drink it again if you set it down.”

Shane grinned, triumphant. “Yes, sir.”

After downing his cocktail, Shane pulled Ryan by the wrist out onto the dancefloor. He didn’t recognize the song that was playing, some overworked remix, but it had a good beat for him to get lost in. Just like he did on stage, Shane let the music flow through him, carrying away every insecurity or bad thought from his brain.

Ryan bobbed to the music next to him. A small bead of sweat trickled down his neck into the open V of his button-up. Shane wanted to taste it, but he settled for looping his arms around Ryan’s shoulders instead. He stiffened, staring up at Shane skeptically. It broke Shane’s heart–he was supposed to be the cynical one.

“I missed you,” Shane blurted out, too drunk to stop himself.

“How can you miss a mistake?” Ryan shot back. But he didn’t move away.

“You were never–it was me. I was protecting you.”

A hint of a smile. “Shithead, that’s my job.”

Shane leaned down, pressing his sweaty forehead to Ryan’s. “I think you’re better at it than me.”

Warm hands wrapped around Shane’s hips. They felt like home.

“Shane, I need you to listen to me,” Ryan whispered, his tone serious. “Do what I tell you, don’t question me.”

He couldn’t dream of it, not now. “Of course.”

“Drop to the floor.”

Shane pulled back, searching Ryan’s face. His eyes were wide, but determined. Something was happening. Something bad.

Shane crumpled to the floor, just like Ryan had taught him years ago, curling up tight. He didn’t see what happened next, but he heard the yells, a scuffle, the clink of something metal against the floor. The music stopped, although the blood pounding in Shane’s ears was just as loud. A thump reverberated through the floor, something heavy had fallen.

“Security! I got him!” Ryan shouted.

Shane chanced a peek. On the ground was a hateful looking man, his skin emblazoned with tattoos that turned Shane’s stomach. Ryan was on his back, his knee pinning him to the ground while his hands held the guys wrists. A hunting knife laid a foot away.

Shane curled back up, if only to keep himself from puking everywhere.

The nightclub’s bouncers helped Ryan secure the asshole for the cops. Before Shane could protest, Ryan insisted that TJ take Shane back to the tour bus and lock themselves in for the night.

“Ryan,” Shane pleaded. He didn’t want to be away from him.

“I’ve gotta talk to the police, but I’ll be there later,” he promised with a squeeze to Shane’s hand.

TJ got them a cab. He didn’t say a word the whole ride back, letting Shane shake against him with no judgement. TJ had been with Shane longer than anyone of his tour crew, even longer than Sara. His first roadie, the two of them driving all over the Midwest to shit bars that paid in drinks and bad chicken tenders. As thankful as Shane had been for him over the years, his gratitude was never stronger than that silent cab ride.

Once he was back on his tour bus, Shane went straight back to his bed at the back. Sara followed, her face full of worry.

“Shane.”

“Not now, Sara, I can’t,” he said, his voice still a tremor.

She placed a comforting hand on his elbow. “What do you need?”

“Ryan.”

She squeezed. “I’ll let him in when he gets back.”

Shane curled up on his bed, not bothering to take his clothes off. His brain kept replaying it, over and over again. If Ryan hadn’t been there…Shane wouldn’t be here now.

When the door opened, Shane startled.

“Hey, it’s me,” Ryan said softly.

“Sorry. Jumpy.”

“S’okay.”

Ryan slipped out of his shoes before sliding onto the bed. “You animal, who raised you and said it was okay to wear shoes on furniture?”

The tease made Shane wheeze with laughter and sobs. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“Priorities, man.” Ryan pulled on Shane’s laces until they were loose enough to slip off. Ever the sneaker-head, he set them gently on the ground.

He laid down next to Shane, sharing his pillow. His eyes were soft, but his fingers on Shane’s cheek were softer.

“You okay?”

“No,” Shane breathed. “You?”

“Not really.” He wiped a tear away. “I almost lost you again.”

Shane sealed his lips against Ryan’s. A promise, an apology, a thank you. Ryan pulled Shane against him tightly, forgiving him. There was more to say, but they weren’t in a rush. They had a lifetime ahead of them to figure it out.

[sleepy-achilles]

So. A little birdie (doesn't want to be tagged so I'm respecting their privacy) dropped into my dms this morning with an article which could very well explain why Hunter and especially why Shawn don't talk to Ric Flair anymore.

Now, I've also made sure to check the person who wrote it and see if I can fact check, as well, I had a whole class on this type of thing. I know it's important to get things right. So if your interested in this whole thing, read more.

(This is a 100% a mess btw)

I'll be linking both the article and podcast down below and well any other websites I use. Incase you want to do more detailed reading or listening. As I won't be going too indepth as I'm just trying to answer a popular question on this blog of why hbk and triple h don't talk to flair.

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Intro-

Now the whole article itself is about Rics divorces, financial problems and also talks about other issues like sa accusations. I'm not going to go into those as I'm not talking about that, I'm just going to be focusing on the financial issues. Because well, that's most likely why Hunter and Shawn aren't talking to Ric.

Before I show you the parts of the article we will be looking at, I just want to go over the things I checked to make sure it can atleast be trusted. One, the author is clearly stated and his other works aswell. Two, he writes about different types of sports and three, Shane ryan has gone onto between the ropes to talk about the piece he wrote and stated he was doing work in Charlotte when he started researching ric. This is important as most of this takes place in Charlotte. He starts researching ric after coming across the fact he's in debt. He does it purely because he was confused how famous wwe legend couldn't pay off a small debt. Which is understandable. He was a wrestling fan as a kid who had grown away from it. Which actually makes me trust him more, he's not as connected to the business and stuff like I am.

He also notes where he got certain information from, like Elizabeth's divorce papers.

I also want to note that he has spent 2 months on this work before sending it to his editor. As someone who's done a research project multiple times, is more important then you think.

You also only have to put Ric Flairs debts into Google and you can spend hours reading about it.

I'm personally not going into detail about his debt, I more just want to share the reason on why Hunter most likely doesn't speak to ric anymore.

One final important detail is that Ric is referred to as Fliehr in the article as that's his actual last name.

Article-

Here's the part of the article that truly caught my attention.

And it think it's clear who those people are. This definitely would be a good reason to not talk to someone. Especially if they don't pay back. And we all know how Hunter is willing to help his friends, it's not his first time trying to pull ric out of the darkness.

And here's the part that was sent to me

Yeah, you know that rolex watch that Shawn was really giddy about? It meant a lot to him and its being used for debts.

And then I thought there's no way ric openly told Shawn he did this. So I went and did some research, which is where I found this,

Now, I knew ric and hunter didn't talk anymore because of ric saying it. So this, this is important as its not only a secondary source but also it tells us who else he doesn't talk to. It also confirms that Shawn and ric don't talk. And his own son?

I then discovered this. As said, ric is where I found out about hunter in the first place. I don't know what Shawn said. I haven't got around to it, but from the fact this is rics original answer to whatever hunter and Shawn said has me thinking it wasn't that bad

But what gets on my nerves most is, hunter is clearly apart of this and yet, ric only goes on to attack Shawn.

Which makes me think, if hunter and ric were speaking at the time of this, they 100% weren't after this. Its commonly known that Hunter will always stand with shawn, just like how Shawn will always stand with hunter. You wrong one of them, you wrong them both. Take the Hulk Hogan situation for instant. We've all seen hunter and Shawn glaring at hogan during raw anniversaries.

Back to the main point. The article. Rics debts have been publicly put out there. Shawn most likely found out from the Internet. Hell, now that I think of Shawn and the Internet, he probably didn't even find out at all. But hunter? Hunter knows how to use the Internet. He most definitely found out.

It just doesn't sit right with me. It never has. But to now have some context on why hunter and Shawn don't talk to ric. I just can't. Why would you do this to your so called close friends? Why would you take something so valuable and put it up like that? It's not clear if ric still has the watch or if it's gone, but that's not the point. It also won't take a rocket scientist to know that ric definitely loaned money off hunter and maybe Shawn. And who knows if he's paid it back.

I just know that, I finally got my answer on why hunter and ric don't talk anymore. Also just put in my mind that taker was 100% at rics last match to collect debt money. I'm sorry, I had to fit a joke in somewhere.

"Wheres my money Ric?"

Feel free to ask any questions if this confuses you. I'm kinda running off 4 hours sleep and ranting in this.

Here's the links I used:

Actual article that started all of this-

Podcast-

Other sites-

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

Blame Me - Chapter 1

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Specified gender: Female

Word Count: 4.3K

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader, 

TW: canon typical violence, canon divergence, gore, mention of past major  character death, zombies, a lot of time skips

Genre: Horror ig? 

Series: Blame Me

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: (Y/N) isn’t in this chapter much but she will be soon! This is my first time writing for the walking dead, so I know Daryl is probably out of character. Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Send me a DM or an ask if you want to be tagged! Enjoy!

When Daryl found out about what they'd done to Merle on that rooftop - left him for dead- he was livid. Merle was no angel, that was for damn sure, but that was still his brother, and they just left him there. And when they got there, and Merle was gone, with nothing left but a hand he'd had to hack off himself? It felt like his world was crashing around him. He couldn't do this. Not again. Then this new sheriff asshole had the nerve to tell him to calm down. Fuck that. He couldn't lose his brother, not him too. But Daryl couldn't seem to catch a break, and suddenly they'd lost half their camp, taken a failed trip to the CDC (that almost cost them their lives - again), and Sophia had gone missing. He was sick and fucking tired of losing people. Maybe that's why he was so hellbent on finding a little girl that wasn't even his. They'd set up a little camp on the edge of some old guy called Hershel's farm, but Daryl didn't want to get too close. He had this awful feeling creeping up his spine, something was gonna go wrong. Someone was gonna die. He couldn't take the blame again. So he stayed away. Set up his own tent, his own fire, Merle's bike parked up against a tree, animals on a line. Just like the old hunting trips he used to take with his brother. Sometimes she'd come, but it wasn't her thing. She'd been keeping him company so far. Even if she wasn't really here. Daryl was so focused on skinning a squirrel that he didn't even hear Carol creeping over. She still had remnants of tears tracked down her face, but they'd been long dried.

"Daryl?" Carol's meek voice broke through the silence, and Daryl looked up briefly a grunt of recognition leaving his throat. She sat down next to him on the log he was perched on "Thank you for everything you've done for Sophia. Her own daddy would have never done the same."

She'd thanked him twice already. He found her doll, not Sophia. As much as he wishes he had. Damn near died for it too, since the throbbing pain in his side liked to remind him

"Only found her doll," He mumbled, glancing over quickly. Carol nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Well, that's just one step closer isn't it?" She replied but she got no response except the famous Dixon stare. He wasn't much of a talker. He was just glad she understood that. They sat there for a few minutes, watching the fire, surrounded by the comfortable silence until Carol looked over to watch as Daryl skinned another squirrel, and a little glimmer on his hand caught her eye. "Hey, what's that?"

"What're you talkin' 'bout?" He huffed out, putting the squirrel to one side, and stabbing the knife into the log beside him, finally giving her the proper response she'd been asking for. Carol reached out and took Daryl's hand, examining it, ignoring the blood on his hands. He'd be surprised if she wasn't used to it by now. But she was right. On his ring finger was a silver band. Just plain and simple. Very Daryl. He snatched his hand back the second he realised what she was talking about. Carol was grinning at him, a tender look in her eyes. God damn that woman for being so observant. Though truly, they'd been in the same group for months and none of them ever noticed, so how observant could she really be? "Shut up."

"You're married?" Carol still had that grin on her face, and though her look was tender, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. His girl wasn't with him. And while he hadn't fully accepted the fact she could be dead, he had accepted the fact that his chances of ever seeing her again were slim. Especially since it'd been so long.

"Worn ma ring whole time and you ain't never noticed?" Daryl shot back, more defensive than he'd like to have been. He didn't like being snappy with Carol, but, as anyone would have assumed, the topic was a touchy one.

"You and Merle were always off somewhere, or sitting miles away from us. Can't blame me for that," She replied, and to be fair, she wasn't exactly wrong. There was a pregnant pause, where Carol was trying to figure out what she should say. Could he even tell her? He didn't want no pity, but damn, talking about his girl, the memories? Talking to someone who wasn't Merle about her. Maybe it'd be nice. Or maybe not. "What happened to her?"

There was that silence again. The pause weighed heavy on both of them. Daryl took a deep breath and looked over at her. Fuck it. If there was anyone he could tell, anyone he could trust, it was Carol.

"Weren't nothin' bad. Didn't feel it then. Merle and me, we was goin' on 'nother huntin' trip. Ma girl only came sometimes. Weren't her thing. She was goin' to visit her ma, gave me this damn thang," He picked up a battery-powered video recorder from by his foot that Carol hadn't even seen. Yeah, maybe he was wrong about the whole observant thing. The corner of his lips twitched upwards as he opened it. "Said, 'just so you don't forget me'. I told her we'd only be gone two weeks," his fingers fiddled with the buttons, and he grew quiet, clicking onto one of the videos, but not playing yet. "Dead started risin' a week later. The ring and these dumb videos are all I have left right now."

Carol watched him as he talked, seeing the blank expression on his face warp into sadness, as he played with the video recorder, the way his eyes flickered over to his ring every now and again. He didn't think he'd been this vulnerable since he'd last seen his girl.

"She must have been really special to put up with someone like you," She teased, trying to make him a little more comfortable, nudging his shoulder. He smirked, finally looking away from the recorder.

"Yeah, she was," Daryl stated simply, before pressing play on the video.

"The hell you doin', woman?" Daryl's gruff voice sounded from behind the camera, as it spun around to reveal Daryl and a girl, maybe a year younger than him, with (H/C) loose and wild, as she danced around a kitchen. There was loud laughter behind the camera, Merle had been a dick when he found the recorder and kept filming them (he knew Daryl hated it). Lord knows he was thanking that asshole for filming it now. Merle said something in his southern drawl that Carol couldn't quite understand, but by the scowl that appeared on Daryl's face in the video, he clearly heard it. The girl beside him let out a chuckle and suddenly launched at Daryl, clinging to his arm as she bounced on her toes. Daryl lowered his glare to her, but Carol saw his eyes soften slightly. Merle spun the camera around to face him and made some raucous comment about christening the new house while he was away before the camera spun back around. It ended a second later, with Daryl swearing at Merle and using his hand to block the camera, and the girl let out a loud laugh.

Carol was smiling at the camera until she looked over at Daryl and saw a hardened look on his face. Damn those emotions of his.

"What was her name?" She whispered, scared if she spoke too loud, he'd crack.

"(Y/N)" were Daryl's final words, before he picked up the recorder, crossbow, his knife and his half skinned squirrel and moved into his tent, zipping it behind it.

His girl always knew what to do. Knew how to help. She was a leader, even if she liked to deny it. She'd know exactly what to do. Shane was a damn idiot, and Daryl knew she would have dealt with him already, rather than fucking about as Rick had. When Shane threw the barn doors open, letting all them damn walkers out, despite the whole groups' protests, he knew right there that his girl would have dealt with him. And when Sophia came trailing out, pale and cold, white-eyed, dirty with a bloody chunk missing from her shoulder, she would have known exactly what to do. But instead, he was the one catching Carol and watching as Rick put a bullet between her eyes. Daryl's girl would have known exactly what to do. But she wasn't there. As much as he wished she was. He was the one who comforted Carol and tried to help. But, equally, he was also the one who threw blame in her face and screamed at her. She didn't deserve that. No way in hell. But, he didn't know what to do. His girl would've.

"There ain't nothing out here but mosquitoes and ants," They'd only left Rick, Glenn and Maggie two hours ago, but Daryl was already starting to question his decision. He forgot how much his brother liked to run his mouth, and his hunger didn't help calm the situation much either.

"Patience, little brother. Sooner or later, a squirrel is bound to scurry across your path," Merle responded, stood over by the tree to have a piss.

"Even so, that ain't much food," Daryl kept his eyes trained on his surroundings. There'd been more than a few walkers sneaking up on them recently, and he was starting to get paranoid that it was the beginning of a herd.

"More than nothing," That asshole really have to choose now to go all quiet? All his damn brother did was talk.

"I'd have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff," Daryl observed, looking over in the direction of the turnoff as Merle zipped himself up and walked over. He had that shit-eating, condescending look on his face. Great.

"Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm? How to loot for booty? You gotten real quiet since y'all left me on that dead infested rooftop in Atlanta. Them prison pussies soften you up?" Merle teased, looking over at his little brother with an amused look in his eyes. Daryl just snarled slightly, looking back in the direction of the street. "Oh, cmon now, can't be givin' ol' Merle the cold shoulder after all the shit we just went through."

"Man, fuck off," Daryl hissed back, glaring up at his brother. His side was throbbing with what he suspected was a broken rib, or at the very least bruised, after Merle's kicking and punching back in the arena. Merle narrowed his eyes in response, walking over and giving Daryl a light shove.

"What? Ya forget about how I took care of ya? Now ya spent some time with Officer Friendly and you're suddenly too good for ya brother?" He snapped, raising his eyebrows. Daryl huffed and straightened his back.

"Just lay off, Merle. There are walkers crawlin' 'round and ya runnin' ya mouth like a damn fool," he shot back, making a point to keep his voice low. Merle only let out one of his loud raucous laughs, causing Daryl to advance quickly.

"Easy, little brother. Ya lookin' like ya might pop a vein if ya keep gettin' pissed like that," Daryl didn't say anything, just stared back at him, the famous Dixon glare returning. "It's the Dixon's back together again, ain't it a good thang?"

"Not all the Dixons," The younger Dixon grumbled, pulling his crossbow up as a familiar growling filled the air, and a walker stumbled out from behind a tree. A quick pull of the trigger and the damn thing was on the floor, bolt between his eyes. Merle watched him for a second, watched the flash of anger and sadness in his eyes.

"Ya ever find 'er?" He asked quietly, as his brother walked over and pulled the bolt from the fuckers head. Daryl glanced up at him, holding his gaze for a minute before starting to walk again.

"Man, we've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try to look for some fish?"

"I think you're just trying to lead me back to the road, man. Get me over to that prison," Merle scoffed. Damn it. He knew his brother'd put up a fight but he didn't think he'd pick it up so quickly. Then again, his brother was an idiot, but he wasn't stupid.

"They got shelter. Food. A pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea," Yeah, and the rest of his family. And his video recorder.

"If ya gonna try and lead me back to that prison, you could at least answer my damn question, baby brother," Merle stated, noticing how Daryl's shoulders tensed slightly. There was silence, apart from the occasional rustling of trees, which made the brothers look around, never letting their guard down despite the conversation.

"Naw. She was up in South Carolina before these bastards starting comin'. Knew I weren't gonna find her here. Doubt she came back," Was his response, but apparently, that was enough for Merle. For now at least.

"C'mon let's go hook some fish," And with that Merle was steaming ahead, leaving Daryl in place. He let out a sigh and spat on the ground before trailing after the elder Dixon.

But of course, they had to save someone else's asses, nearly getting themselves killed in the process. And of course, Merle wanted to rob this poor family. They had a baby for Christ's sake! "The shit you doing, pointing that thing at me?" Merle raged, once they got a good distance from the group they'd just rescued.

"They were scared, man," Daryl reasoned, narrowing his eyes for what felt like the millionth time.

"They were rude is what they were. Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude," God, if his girl were here, she would have knocked his teeth out by now. She loved Merle and cared about him, but they clashed heads more than he and Daryl did. And damn that was a high number.

"They didn't owe us nothing," he shot back, looking back in that direction, even though the red car the group had been in were long gone

"You helpin' people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doing it? Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?" Merle said with a cold laugh, interrupted halfway through with Daryl's comment of "There was a baby!". Merle couldn't help but think that his brother had gone soft. "Oh, otherwise you would have just left them to the biters, then"

"Man, I went back for you. You weren't there. I didn't cut off your hand, neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it!"

"You know-- you know what's funny to me? You and Sheriff Rick are like this now. Right?" Merle crossed his fingers in front of Daryl's face, only aggravating the hunter further. " I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind. I told you that that woman had made you soft. Hell, ya got married just ta make her happy. Dixons don't need no one but each other!"

"Ya leave ma girl out of this, ya hear? Besides, it didn't happen," Daryl growled, voice dangerously low to the point that even Merle knew he truly should drop his sister-in-law out of the discussion.

"Yeah, it didn't 'cause I wasn't there to help you."

"What, like when we were kids, huh? Who left who then?" Daryl hadn't really meant to say it. He hadn't. But once it was out, the air set on fire, and both brothers were seeing red.

"What? Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?"Merle retaliated, pointing and getting right into Daryl's face, knowing how much it got under his skin.

"You lost your hand 'cause you're a simpleminded piece of shit!" Daryl turned his back, moving to pick up his backpack from the floor when Merle lunged forward, gripping the fabric off his shoulders.

"Yeah? You don't know-!" A sharp tug, and a loud rip and Merle's words caught in his throat. Silence filled the air, as the raised and discoloured markings down Daryl's back presented themselves to the world. Some of them were from hunts, or from accidents in the apocalypse, but some, Merle recognised them too damn well from his own time spent with their daddy. Once Daryl had fully clocked what had just happened, he pulled the shirt back up as much as he could and slung his bag over the top. That was it. He'd had enough. " I- I didn't know he was-"

"Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That's why ya left first," Daryl answered sharply, not turning back to look at him. Merle just shook his head.

"I had to, man. I would have killed him otherwise," Daryl only chuckled humourlessly, and set off in the opposite direction, only turning back when Merle added, "Where you going?"

"Back where I belong," Was Daryl's reply, not even noticing he'd started to spin his ring with his thumb at his side. Old habits.

"I can't go with you. I tried to kill that black bitch. Damn near killed the Chinese kid," Merle tried to reason, but Daryl could only scoff in response. Classic Merle.

"He's Korean," He stated simply.

"Whatever. Doesn't matter, man. I just can't go with you, "Merle pulled a face, and for a split second, Daryl felt guilty. But he was an asshole. If he decided to come, then so be it, but if he decided to stay behind, good riddance.

"You know, I may be the one walking away... but you're the one that's leaving- again."

"What's goin' on that brain baby brother?" Merle asked, leaning in the doorway to the cellblock, slightly alarmed to be sat quietly at the top of the stairway, where his sleeping bag was, spaced out. Normally, he'd be pacing or cleaning that stupid crossbow for the thousandth time. But no, he was dead still. Dead quiet. The others were out and about. Most of them were in the yard, clearing out the walkers that Axel had stupidly let in when he opened the gate. Michonne, Rick and Carl had gone out on a run to their home town for weapons against the governor fucker. And Daryl, Merle and Little Asskicker (who Daryl had found out had been named Judith, but Little Asskicker seemed more appropriate) had been left alone in the cellblock. Rick trusted Daryl enough to keep her safe from Merle.

"Ya really think she made me soft?" Daryl pondered out loud, holding Little Asskicker close to him, as he started rocking her slightly. Merle laughed, waving his metal attachment around dramatically.

"This place's 'bout to go crashin' to the ground, and you're thinkin' about your lady?"Merle wasn't a man of affection, Daryl knew that pretty well, but he also knew when he was deflecting. Merle talked about (Y/N) sure, but only briefly. Since the brothers and his girl got separated in the beginning, they both steered clear of long conversations about her. Daryl just stared Merle down, until he let out a huff, and took a few slow steps into the cellblock. "She made ya soft, ain't gonna lie ta ya. Even you can't deny that, little brother. Never said it was an entirely bad thing."

"She made me better. Never really know what she saw in me, but whatever it was, I'm glad she did," Daryl's lips twitched upwards, as he looked down at Little Asskicker. His girl would love her. She'd love Carl too. Hell, she would love everyone. She would've kept things calm.

"Look, I'm an old redneck asshole, but that girl o' yours is the best damn thing that ever happened to ya. Ya ever find her again, you don't let her go, hear me?" He didn't miss the commanding tone in Merle's voice and part of him wanted to laugh at it. Been a long time since he'd heard that tone. Daryl just nodded. "Ya still got that video recorder witcha?"

Daryl nodded, before jerking his head towards the little pile of stuff besides his sleeping bag. Merle climbed past him, careful not to knock the baby, and picked it up. He sat next to his brother, and for a second it was awkward. They hadn't been this close in years. Not like this. But when Merle opened up the camera and clicked on one of the videos, the awkwardness dissipated.

It took a second for the camera to come into focus, as the blazing Georgia sun reflected off the lens. Once it came into focus, Merle was once again filming the couple. Daryl and (Y/N) were stood in a little lake and both of them were just washing dirt and dried animal blood from their arms and legs, chatting too quietly for the camera to pick up. Merle mumbled something behind the camera about "being too fuckin' absorbed in their own world", when suddenly a laughter-filled scream tore through the peace, as Daryl sent a massive splash in (Y/N)'s direction. She was giggling but giving him a playful glare, the famous Dixon glare. He let out a loud laugh as she tried to push him into the water with little success, until he stepped back and lost his footing, pulling them both under the water. The camera shook as Merle let out a roar of a laugh, stumbling forward towards the water, as the pair came up, both sat on their asses in the shallow water. (Y/N) looked over to Merle, beaming with that smile that made Daryl's heartache, but flipped him the bird when she realised he was filming, shouting "asshole" at him. Daryl just chuckled and pulled her into him, no longer giving a shit about the camera, and kissed her, which they were both smiling into. Merle then said something childish like "horny kids" or something before the video ended, with Daryl and (Y/N)'s foreheads pressed together.

"She's something special ain't she?" Daryl said, through a voice that was thicker than he wished it to be, looking down at Little Asskicker with a sad smile.

"Hell yeah, she was."

Daryl didn't know how much more he could take. The prison had fallen, and they'd taken Beth. He swore he'd protect her. Swore to himself, swore to the memory of Hershel, swore to Maggie. And he still lost her. And when the group of assholes found him sat in the middle of the street, practically walker bait, he was starting to get desperate. He'd do almost anything at this point, he was so lost. His brother was gone now too. He couldn't even rely on that asshole. The one and only thing he'd been able to grab to remember his family was that fucking video recorder. But he'd found Rick, Carl, Michonne. And while he wished he could've found everyone, he was more than happy to have found the kid most of all. Though, he couldn't deny the anguish that filled him when he saw no sign of Little Asskicker and a sombre look on their faces when he asked I think it was safe to say that Rick was going off the deep end again. The man ripped a guys jugular out with his fucking teeth! After everything, Daryl honestly couldn't blame him, but last time Carl nearly lost who he was because of it. That couldn't happen again. Despite it all, they kept walking, and walking and walking, along the train tracks to this place Terminus. 'Sanctuary for all'. Somehow he found that hard to believe. But maybe he would be surprised. Maybe it would be a sanctuary. Maybe they could take a break for once. Yeah. As far as Daryl was concerned, it wasn't damn likely.

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A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,970 words.

Prompt Time! Since this is what consider to be a Drabble I’m using @wackydrabbles Prompt #77 “I didn’t mean to worry you.” It’ll be in bold in black.

Song And Story Inspiration: Fallen (Video Edit)-Mya | Break Of Dawn-Michael Jackson

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This story is ongoing as the game chapters are released weekly. So as soon as I read them (or reread the latest chapter), I’ll write the chapters to this story.

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 1.) Call Of The Wolf.

It had been a 3rd straight week of weird dreams for Naia Evans. She would wake up in a cold sweat, a racing heartbeat and goosebumps on her skin. And like clockwork she would lay in bed staring up at the ceiling for 2 hours. And when she was never able to go back to sleep, she would put on jogging shorts and a tank top and go for an early morning run to clear her head.

All of her dreams started after she did research about her mom’s hometown of Hunt’s Peak West Virginia. She wanted to know more about it. Because every time she asked her mother about Hunt’s Peak, her mother immediately shut her down. She was all but forbidden to mention it, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to learn more.

She would look up Hunt’s Peak on Google and see pictures of the forest, mountains and the town square. She would think of meeting the uncle she never knew. But mostly, she wondered why her mother left a seemingly sleepy town in a mountainous area.

After her early morning run, Naia hopped in the shower then got ready for work.

Life for her was as normal as it gets.

She was born Naia Michelle Evans on October 30th 1988 in Raleigh North Carolina to Laurie and Shane Evans. And being an only child, she was spoiled rotten, especially by her daddy. She had a good job as an interior designer. But she wasn’t so lucky in the love department though. After two failed relationships, Naia was back to living at home with her parents in the Washington D.C. area. Although in some way, she felt somewhat unfulfilled. She felt like there was always something missing but could never figure out what it was or why she felt that way.

After coming home from a long day of work, she was in the shower. After the bathroom filled with steam and she stepped inside the shower, she heard a voice.

“Beloved.”

It was a man's voice. One she’d heard for weeks now.

“Come.”

“No.”

She leaned against the shower wall.

“Go away!” She whined.

“Come home.”

She groaned and closed her eyes trying to block it out.

“Come to me…”

When she opened her eyes, the voice was gone. It was just her and a hot shower. She showered, changed into her pajamas then climbed into bed and went to sleep and began to dream. In her dream is where she saw a wolf.

But she wasn’t scared. Strangely, she was calm even a little bit curious. She watched its fur bristle as it walked towards her. As it got closer, she saw its beautiful eyes.

They were golden and bored into her. When she reached out to touch the wolf, it changed into a man. He was what she always known as tall, fine and chocolate. But the one thing that struck her were his eyes. They were just as golden as the wolf’s eyes.

He reached out a hand and she took it. Soon she was in his arms, looking up at him. She felt safe, wanted, needed and desired. She felt his strength and passion while she stood in his arms. She reached up to touch his face and watched him lean into her touch. He looked real. And when he kissed her, he felt real. Her knees felt weak and her body temperature skyrocketed. She needed him just as much as he needed her. Her body yearned for him. Her heart raced. And when their kiss ended, she was dizzy.

It felt real to her. She wanted more, especially after seeing his golden eyes. She felt a connection with this dream man and couldn’t explain it.

“Touch me…” she begged.

He tilted her chin up then whispered, “soon Beloved. Very soon we’ll be together.”

She woke up gasping for air right after those words were uttered. Breathing heavy, heart pounding in her chest and in a cold sweat with goosebumps all along her arms. Just like many nights before but this time was different. Because her body felt like it was on fire. Craving to be touched but not just by anyone. Her body craved him and his touch. When her heart stopped racing and her breathing calmed down she checked to see what time it was.

4:45am.

That’s the time her phone read after she woke up.

She sighed to herself and laid back down then eventually went back to sleep. Dreaming of his golden eyes. As weird as that dream was to her, she wanted it again. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to feel his arms around her again. She wanted to kiss him again.

Later that morning after breakfast she was in the kitchen, having a conversation with her daddy about Hunt’s Peak.

“I don’t know why you won’t but I wish you would drop this, Naia.”

“Daddy you know why I can’t.”

“Naia I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You and mama never do! It’s like you’re ashamed to tell me anything!”

“There’s a reason for that! Just leave it alone!”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

Just then her mother walked into the kitchen and their conversation.

“Because it’s better for you to never know. Baby I know you want to know but it’s nothing that concerns you!” Her mother snapped at her.

“But mom!” She began to protest.

“No! No more! This conversation is over, Naia!”

Once again her mother shut her down.

“You two are absolutely impossible!” She fussed.

Her mother sat down at the kitchen table and looked at her daughter.

“Trust me baby, I’m doing what I know best.”

“And what is that mama?” Naia asks.

“I’m protecting you!” Her mother replies.

“From what? What could be so bad about a small sleepy town?” Naia asks.

Her mother took a deep breath before she spoke.

“When I was 18 something terrible happened. And I told people. But no one believed me. They said I was lying. That it couldn’t have happened. The people in that town said I was exaggerating the truth. So I packed up and left and I never looked back. That town and those people are dangerous. And I am telling you to stay away from it and them.”

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my God! Mama were you?” She asked in a panicked voice.

“No I wasn’t sweetie.” Laurie replied.

“But what about your brother?” Naia asks her.

Laurie scoffed and replied, “ohhh you mean the coward, who wouldn’t protect his only sister?”

Naia went quiet.

“Listen to me baby. You are a grown woman. More than capable of doing any and everything you set your brilliant mind to. You can be anything from being an architect like your daddy to a nurse like me, hell I can even see you being the next and first black female president. Hell for all I care you could even be a drug dealer both legally and illegally. As long as you apply yourself and you enjoy it. But this? I can’t allow this. Now I can’t tell you how to live your life or what to do with it. But what I am telling you is this: you are NOT to go anywhere near Hunt’s Peak! Do I make myself clear?” Her mother asks.

“Yes mama. I understand.” Naia replies.

Her father cleared his throat then spoke in a stern tone.

“Naia baby, your mama and I love you more than we could ever tell you. And we are only trying to protect you. Hunt’s Peak isn’t the friendly place you’re thinking that it is. I am begging you to listen to your mother. Hunt’s Peak is no good. So trust us when we say that you are NOT to go there!”

Naia knew she wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Okay. I’ll drop it.” She said to her parents.

Laurie reached out and took Naia’s hands in her own.

“Good. I know you think that we’re not being fair but sweetheart you have to trust us. Especially me. Because if something were to ever happen to you because of those people and town, I would never forgive myself. So you need to drop this once and for all.”

“Yes mama.”

Her mother kissed the side of her forehead.

“Thank you baby. Now if you don’t mind I have an anniversary trip to finish packing for.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” She asked.

Her father scoffed then replied, “we barely want you in the house so no. You’re not going.”

“But daddy it’s Paris! I’ve always wanted to go to Paris!” Naia whined.

“And one day you will go to Paris. Just not today.”

They all laughed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Her father stood then wrapped her up in his signature bear hug.

“Baby we know that you’re curious about your mom’s hometown but it’s safer for you to just let it go.”

“I promise I won’t bring it up anymore.”

“Good. Now what are you gonna do while your mother and I are gone?” Shane asks.

“Netflix, Hulu and takeout. Ohh and maybe porn.” Naia replied.

“NO!”

Naia chuckled.

“I just wanted to see what your reactions would be.”

“Laurie…get your child!”

“Ohhh so NOW she’s my child? Any other damn time you’d be willing to fight me to claim her!”

The rest of her Saturday went on as it usually does. But that night was anything but usual. After drifting off to sleep, Naia began to dream. And in her dream she saw him and his golden eyes. She was happy to see him and he was happy to see her. She couldn’t run into his open arms fast enough.

“I missed you.” She said to him.

She could feel his arms tighten around her, lovingly and protectively.

“I’ve missed you too, Beloved.”

“It’s time, Beloved.”

“Time for what?” She asks.

“Time for us to be together. It’s time for you to come home. To come and be at my side.” He replies.

“Where are you?” She asks.

He looked deep in her eyes then replied, “Hunt’s Peak.”

“I can’t. I promised my parents that I wouldn’t.”

“We are destined for each other Beloved.”

“But I…”

He silenced her with a kiss so powerful that it made her body weak.

“Come to me. Be with me. Answer the call.”

She woke up soon thereafter. She sat up in her bed and it became clear to her: she had to answer the call.

She HAD TO go to Hunt’s Peak. She had to find him. She had to be with him. So she made a plan to go to Hunt’s Peak. She knew it was a risk and she knew that she was disobeying her parents. But she knew that she had to take it. She needed to know. She had to know.

The next day she set her plan in motion. She waited until after her parents left for the airport, before she packed up her personal items, loaded them into her SUV and left her parents a note before leaving.

“Dear Mama and Daddy,

I’m sorry to write this but I’m going to Hunt’s Peak. I have to go, so please don’t be mad at me. Please forgive me. I love you. Again I’m sorry.”

After driving for several hours, she checked into a Days Inn on the outskirts of town to rest before she continued on.

She was sitting on the bed, blow drying her hair after stepping out of the shower, when there was a knock at her door. When she opened the door, her jaw hit the floor. It was him. She couldn’t believe that he was real and he was looking at her.

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Truth be Splashed

Summary: It’s all fun and games until Shane starts screaming when splashed with holy water. 

For how much Shane hated, even feared, holy water, he was always relieved to see Ryan with his dinky little squirt gun. He had no idea if it worked on ghosts but it sure as hell worked on demons. He tested that himself and it was something he never wanted to feel again.

When they were getting ready for a shoot, Shane didn’t touch the container the holy water was in. If it was in the squirt gun, he’d hold it by the holster to hand it to his boyfriend. The holy water in a water bottle was a little harder to get around, but he managed. 

Ryan was a smart guy. Shane knew that full well. The shorter man could have his silly moments like anyone else, but Ryan was easily one of the smartest people he’d met his whole life-- and that was saying something.

“Shane?” Ryan called from the living room. Shane was in the kitchen making dinner while Ryan found something for them to watch.

“Yeah?”

“What you ever seen Constantine?” 

“Uh...no. I read the graphic novel it’s based off of in college, though. Hellblazer, I think?” Shane kept working on their spaghetti.

“Was anything in it accurate?” 

“You’d have to tell me, Ry. You know more about demons and that sort of stuff than I do. I just read it because it was by the same guy that wrote V for Vendetta.” Shane turned away from the stove when he heard Ryan coming closer to him.

Ryan cupped Shane’s face in his hands, looking into the taller man’s eyes. The same brown eyes he’d fallen in love with a year ago. 

“You oka-” Shane let out a scream when Ryan took a plastic water bottle from his back pocket and splashed him in the face with the holy water inside it. He doubled over and moaned into his hands. After a minute or so, he was panting. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Ryan demanded.

“Ryan, wai-” Shane screamed again when the holy water was splashed on him again. “I’m Shane. You don’t understand-” again he screamed, his eyes turning black. 

“How long have you been possessing my boyfriend, you demon fuck?”

“Longer than you’ve been alive, kid.” Shane’s smooth voice was replaced with one low and gravelly. The stark difference coming from Shane’s mouth made Ryan take a step back. 

“Wha-”

“You know what they say: war is hell. This poor kid’s laying in no-man’s land, his lungs turning to mush in his chest. I wanna stay outta hell… 19 year-old, fresh outta high school, doesn’t want to die… I jump in him and watch his life unfold like a movie. Pretty sweet setup.”

Ryan terrified. No-man’s land? He vaguely remembered the term from high school but Junior year was too far back. Shane talked about no-man’s land when they watched All Quiet on the Western Front. The space between the trenches. 

“Shane died in World War One?”

“Almost. It’s my...he’d say ‘mojo’ keeping everything in his skinny-ass body moving.”

The black eyes flickered and the brown was back. Shane was back. 

“Ryan, please. I can explain better than he can.” Shane’s eyes were filled with pain because of the holy water and fear of what Ryan was going to do. His eyes hesitantly looked to the plastic water bottle. 

“Then do it. What the fuck is going on?”

Shane trembled slightly at the anger in Ryan’s voice. “I was in WW1, you got that right. I was drafted two months after I graduated. We were in the trenches. Cold, soaking wet, out of food, and crawling with rats, flees, lice, and who knows what else.

“Some German who stumbled his way through no-man’s land gassed us. It sinks so we were supposed to go to higher ground. I moved too fast, got outta the trench before it started sinking and I forgot my mask in the trench.

“The demon, Therpen, found me. Everything hurts when you get mustard gassed. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to blink. I just wanted to die but Therpen said if he possessed me, it would keep him out of hell and stop my pain, so I said yes. I just wanted the pain to stop.”

“But the last year…”

“That’s not Therpen. That’s me. Therpen doesn’t control me, Ry. He’s just along for the ride and keeps my body going. I do love you. I promise I do.”

Ryan had to think. His boyfriend was possessed by a demon and he should have died a little over 100 years ago. What the hell was he supposed to do with this? His boyfriend was possessed by a demon and older than his great-grandfather. 

“Please. Say something.” Shane pleaded. 

“You really- everything over the last year has nothing to do with…”

“No, no. Nothing at all. My love for you, Ryan, is genuinely something I feel. Demons don’t feel emotions.”

Ryan contemplated for a moment. This Therpen had nothing to do with their relationship aside from the fact that he was Shane’s personal generator.

“I...love you too. Just-just, why didn’t you tell me about this?” Ryan capped the holy water and put the bottle back in his back pocket.

“I didn’t want to scare you. I don’t like seeing you scared, Little Guy.”

Ryan took another step back and Shane felt his heart clench. “The whole time...the whole two years I’ve known you. After all the shit you’ve given me for trying to find proof of the supernatural and there’s been a fucking demon has giving you life support for 100 years?” Ryan clenched his hands into fists and resists the urge to splash him with the holy water. 

“That’s how it worked; playing...devil’s advocate for lack of a better phrase.” 

“You never once could have mentioned that you didn’t think I was crazy? Damn, Shane.” Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I just- I’m not scared of you. I’m just fucking pissed. All this time and you never fucking trusted me.”

“I do trust you. That isn’t why I never told you.” Shane’s tone of voice became softer. “You get so scared so easily. I’m sorry.”

“I need time to think.” Ryan dropped the holy water on the kitchen table and grabbed his jacket.

“Wait, wait. Ry-”

The door slammed. 

*****

Ryan came back two hours later. Two bowls of now cold noodles sat on the kitchen table. Shane slept in what must have been an uncomfortable ball on the couch. The younger man sighed with a shake of his head. He took the blanket from the back of the couch and laid it over Shane. He made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

Shane stirred on the couch and his sleep clouded eyes donned confusion when he noticed the blanket on him. Finally, he looked up and saw Ryan. “You came back.”

“Yeah.” Ryan scratched the back of his neck.

Shane stood and folded the blanket, draping it back over the couch. “Any decisions or is the jury still out?” 

Ryan thought about how to word his next question. “This demon, Sherpin or whatever, doesn’t impact your choices? It just keeps you alive?” 

“It just keeps me alive.” Shane confirmed. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Big Guy.” 

Shane felt instant relief at Ryan’s words. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the younger man, but he wasn’t sure how Ryan would react at this moment. 

“Are you hungry?” Ryan questioned. 

“I’m good.” Shane shrugged. 

Ryan cocked his head to the side, doubting the man’s words. 

“I’m kinda hungry.”

Ryan chuckled and put the bowls in the microwave. Shane got them something to drink.

“Ryan?”

“Hm?”

“You know how we don’t get a lot of activity in the demon episodes of unsolved?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s uh, that’s because of me and Therpen. I don’t want to risk you getting hurt or scared so Therpen shows himself when you aren’t looking and scares them off.” Shane was shocked when Ryan started laughing.  

“After learning my boyfriend is being possessed by a demon, I don’t think anything you say can surprise me anymore.”

“How do you… How did you even figure it out? I never said anything. I was so careful.” 

Ryan scratched the back of his head as the microwave went off. “I was uh, I was tagged in someone’s fanart on Twitter. You know how some fans ‘think’ you’re a demon? Splashing you was supposed to make you laugh, not scream. I had no fucking idea.”

It was Shane’s turn to laugh. “Can I see the fanart?”

Ryan’s cheeks turned red and Shane smirked. “It can’t be worse than anything we’ve done.”

“I’ll DM it to you.”

*****

That night, they laid in bed and Shane was careful not to move too much. Ryan rolled onto his side and looked at Shane through the darkness.

“What are you doing, Shane?” Ryan asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“Ry, you didn’t know-”

“I did after the first time.” Ryan sat up and turned on the lamp. “I-”

“Me screaming wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.” Shane sat up. “It’s okay. I’m not in pain and you came back, so everything’s okay.”

Ryan scooted closer to Shane and Shane reached over him to turn off the lamp again. As soon as they laid down again, Ryan curled into Shane’s side and the taller man didn’t waste a second in wrapping his arms around the shorter man. It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.

[bergarachan]

How would you react if Shane and Ryan came out that they were together, and have been since the beginning of BFU?

LMAO i can’t say i wouldn’t be surprised, like ive always thought about “lol what if they were together” but tbh if it ACTUALLY happened i think id probably have a heart attack and scream “I KNEW IT” and run around and cry and be very happy and dm an anti or two with “i told u so” and pray we’d get even more more cute content now that they were confirmed.

a girl can dream. lol. but as long as they’re happy i am okay. idc if it’s with each other or their girlfriends, i am just happy that they are happy. and if it came out that they were happy WITH each other? id be even happier.

[flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop]

My thoughts on L Word: Generation Q - Episode 6: 

SPOILERS AHEAD... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 1. I literally squealed so hard when Bette opened the door and Tina was standing there. Tina is literally the missing puzzle piece that can take this show from being great to excellent because Bette (as a character) is just better when she is with/around Tina. They are truly a pair and I really, really hope the writers recognize this because it can give Bette’s storyline the spark that it needs. 

2. While I was incredibly skeptical about Quiara after she sent Shane divorce papers, showed up at Shane’s house, slept with Shane, and then told Shane she was pregnant knowing that Shane did not want kids, after this week, their relationship is kind of growing on me. I’m not completely sold on them yet, but after this week’s episode, you can see that Quiara genuinely loves Shane and vice versa. 

3. Don’t get me wrong... I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Jamie Clayton. I loved her on Sense8 and think she is one of the most talented actresses of this generation. That being said... I just am struggling to see how she fits in with this show. Yes, I know that she has this blossoming friendship with Finley and I suppose that can turn into an interesting story, with both of their issues with alcohol, but as of right now, I’m just struggling with Tess as a character and what her purpose is beyond running Shane’s bar. 

4. Dani and Sophie. Oh boy. Like, don’t get me wrong, I am still 100% in their corner and want to see their relationship succeed and think that eventually, they will get their happy ending. I just think that there is going to be a lot of hurt before that happens. Sophie is understandably upset about the fact that Dani doesn’t open up to her, but she has also allowed Dani to NOT talk about this stuff for so long, that it is a little bit unrealistic to expect Dani to just change how she has always operated and start sharing. That being said, I do think that Dani will change... and unfortunately, it’s most likely going to take Sophie cheating on her with Finley for that to happen. 

5. Alice and Gigi and Nat... ugh. These three have stolen my heart. I love them as a thruple. I love Nat and Gigi comforting Alice together at the restaurant. I love all three of them bickering in the car like an old married couple. I like the kids being okay with having the three of them in their life. I just love it all. That promo for next week though... ugh. I am really hoping that because the promo is making it out to look like Nat and Gigi doing something they shouldn’t (fucking without Alice) and Alice finding them, that it is not going to turn into the storyline of Alice being left in the dust. I’m kind of hoping that it will strengthen the thruple because that time that Gigi and Nat spent together allowed them to heal, or at least start to heal, whatever it is that was broken between them and has been causing all the arguing. That’s just my wishful thinking though because I absolutely love Alice and Gigi together. 

Anyway... those are my thoughts for this week’s episode... definitely feel free to add your own or send me a DM if you want to talk about this episode more! 

[a-forgotten-spirit]

Azriel X Reader

A/N: So this has some backstory in it, why he left how he found out you were his mate overall its just tears galore. To be honest, I hate this chapter, I don’t know why but I feel like this whole series is complete shit. Like and Comment honestly makes my day.

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CHAPTER 10 Azriel P.O.V

That one word changed my life, that smile, teeth shown and eyes closed. She was giving herself up, for us. We had made that deal so long ago, long before she was my mate and not just my friend. I didn’t care for the tears streaming down my face or the way I ran to the edge of the hill to watch her. Her body had engulfed in black, tendrils reaching far past where she was physically able, black ink dripping to the floor. Her body walked into the battlefield as though it was nothing, her arms swiping across and throwing soldiers away like they were sand on a windy day. She just went through them, body moulding to the power, letting every single piece of her being out. I had not seen this kind of power, was this always apart of her. I remember the day I thought she had died, the day I found out she was my mate. - “The younglings” she whispered and began to sprint through the snow, I had never seen someone so focused. I too remember the children, they were playing on the ice, she had called them cute before we began to walk and talk. I watched as she ran, my wings cold and I didn’t even think to fly. Making it to the children they were pushed to the ice, blood spread out beneath one and I watched as those black lines crawled over her skin, one of the men was dead instantly. We fought together, trying to hold them back. The others must be occupied, we could do this. Truthteller and her powers. I was fighting three and they quickly fell not being well trained, I don’t think this was well planned it surely did not seem like it.

A rush of emotions and pain I have never felt before, I turned and saw Y/N stumble as the man in front of her fall, she had taken down more than I but what caught my gaze was the blood pooling at her hand, her hand moved from her chest and she fell into the ice. I moved without thinking, what was this feeling. I was too occupied, her head lolled to the side and I held her chest. “Children” I heard and looked up seeing Kallias companied by my brothers.

“High Lord she jumped in front of us” one had yelled but I looked back to Y/N her eyes closed and breathing low, the blood wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t the blood stop?

It clicked and I held her tighter as they came to view her, words passed and I moved on my own. My wings spreading wide and I flew into the sky as though they were not covered in frost and my bones ached from the training I had done earlier in the day. I flew like there was no tomorrow, there may not be for her. When landing I ran into the castle.

“I need a medic or someone” instantly I was looked at and their eyes widened running over. I did not know her name nor what she was able to do but I have rushed to a bed and laid down my newly found mate.

She was my mate.

I had known her little over a year and I couldn’t even tell she was my mate. Now she lay dying in front of me.

I had loved her for that year.

I was covered in blood and I heard when Rhysand and Cassian arrived with the children and Kallis. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my mind was clouded with her.

“Azriel what happened” Rhysand had asked and all I could do was look at my hands, blood covering them. Not my blood nor the blood of the people I fought but my mate. This was my mates' blood. I shook and looked to my brothers my eyes dripping in fear and they paused.

“She’s my mate” I had whispered and my hands shook. Her blood was dripping onto the floor from the bed as people desperately tried to help her. Please, I don’t care who you are but if you’re listening, help her.

I could feel her blood soaking through my clothing as I looked to my hand and Cassian looked like he was about to cry, they were best friends. His hand had covered his mouth as I shook my body fell to the floor. Rhysand caught me and I shook. Was this was the shock felt like? I ran down the bridge of our minds and ran into the cloudy abyss no one had been able to navigate. Not even the High Lord himself. I screamed and begged for her to show herself. That I was here and I loved her.

I saw her, she was floating in her mind as then her eyes opened “Azriel” she whispered and I was thrown back into my head as I rushed to get up and ran to her holding her head much to the doctors' anger.

“Come on I heard you, you’re awake in there. Come on” I begged and everyone was watching me, the doctors had stepped back. Was she dead, no she couldn’t be? I just saw her, was I thrown back because she was dead. No, I felt it, she was alive.

“Azriel I'm sorry she’s-” the doctor paused as I glared at her, shadows wrapping around my body and I held her face. Looking for anything. She was alive, I could feel it. Cassian and Rhysand stood watching me as my eyes shook in need. I needed her.

I watched as my shadows encircled her and then by the Cauldron her eyes opened and she took in a breath of air. I pulled her to my body and held her as though she was the most important thing to ever exist and to me, she was. We had sat in each other's arms for a long while. She spoke of letting herself get stabbed to save the children but she could hear Azriel's pleas and reach for that little light above her instead of falling into the abyss.

“I love you” I whispered. - She was tearing through them like it was nothing, throwing them aside, her hands came to point to the sky and in seconds clouds came rolling in, I did not know she could do this. Shadows rained down on the soldiers and their drumming and horns stopped, replaced by screams and horses running along the ground. When engaged in the fight herself she was smiling, wide. A cheek splitting grins spreading across her face as she tore men limb from limb. I could do nothing but stare at her. She was powerful, she was beautiful, she was my mate, she was my lover, she was my friend, she was Y/N. Her skin was covered in black veins as she brought in all that power, we could not have won this war without her. We all knew that. Her smile was plastered to the front of my mind “Goodbye” she had whispered. That was only a few minutes ago and now more than a quarter of their army lay dead or was being dragged into the shadowy abyss by black ink like hands. I remember the day I left her. - “I'm leaving” I whispered and hee smile slowly fell, I was looking at her. Wrapped in my jumper and nothing else, a night of love and intimacy ran through my mind. The way her body arched and begged me for more, each curve and dip of her figure was mesmerizing.

“Oh,” she paused her tongue gliding across her lips, “I thought we could spend the day together” she whispered and looked down then shook her head and smiled “when will you be back?” she asked and I clenched my hands.

“I won’t be” I whispered and her eyes fell, shoulders going limp. How could I leave her like this? Her eyes shone in the morning sun, my jumper reaching just below her sex and when she turned I could just make out the curve of her rear. How could I leave her, my mate? I was protecting her I tried to reason. I had to protect her, they wanted her.

“Az this isn’t funny” her lips shook just as much as her eyes did. I couldn’t bear it “What do you mean you won’t be,” she asked and stepped forward going to reach for me but my own body stepped away. I couldn’t bare touching her again, I’d crumble. I was doing this for her.

“It’s not a joke, I’m not coming back” I had walked out but she followed, trying to talk to me. Her voice wavered and when outside I looked to her face, tears falling down her face. How could I do this to her? I had too, I reminded myself.

“Azriel, please. What did I do wrong” she begged and walked out into the sun then went back into the shade instantly. She used a lot of energy last night...with me. I had planned to do that, so she couldn’t follow. 

I turned away and flew into the air as I heard her sob, her crying was felt down the bond, my own heart broke as she tried to enter my mind but I kept my walls up. Tears of my own fell down my face. 

It had been a week and she had come to the House of Wind. She was begging for me, I could hear her crying. Just begging for someone to tell her where I was. My heart was breaking, she had stood at my walls for days and this was her final attempt. 

“Please Cassian, I need my mate” she cried and I could hear her sob. “Cassian please” she cried and I wanted to run. To run into her arms and beg her to forgive me. I needed her as much as she needed me.

“I'm sorry Y/N, I don’t know where he is” he lied. I had begged him to lie when I got the message she was in town. I had told him everything. He was mad at me though no one could be angrier and me than myself.

“You do, why is no one talking to me. What did I do wrong” she cried and after about half an hour of crying and Cassian trying to calm her down. She left. Once gone I came out from where I was hiding and Cassian looked to me with anger and sadness. 

“Cassian” I whispered and he shook his head. I had never seen him with this expression, I wanted the world to swallow me up. “I hope you understand what you’re doing” he spoke softly and looked to where she had left “She is breaking Az” I wanted to run to her. To fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness. 

“They want to take her. She needs to learn her powers. Cassian they threatened to” I paused I couldn’t even utter the word. She was powerful everyone knew and they wanted her to bare powerful children whether she consented or not. “If I am not with her, if she stays in her court, her people can protect her. They will teach her how to use her powers and she can be safe” I whispered and he nodded. 

People wanted her, too many people for my liking. She did not know how to use her powers yet and coming to the Illyrians camps and inside the mountain as well as the Spring court and all the hunters popping up. I could not be with her all the time, people wanted to hurt me and what better way than to take my mate. 

Walking outside I tried to look for her but to no avail, she must have left. The day soon turned to night and I watched the moon and stars, she had always loved laying together and watching the night sky. “I love you” - All I could do was watch as she tore apart any plans they had. I looked to the sides and saw everyone just watching her destruction. My family watched my mate destroy herself so we could win. There was no way with the amount of injured we had that we could have won, my eyes turned back and the valley was just covered in the inky substance. They tried to retreat but she only cornered them off. A giant tentacle-like object came down on all their big throwing weapons. An inky Kraken taking their food into the depths. We could hear the screams from here but my eyes only stayed on her body. I could tell she was shaking, the way her body wobbled as she walked, arms and head twitching. I looked away, I couldn’t watch my mate giver herself for us. A few more minutes and everyone was dead. She reeled in all her shadows and then I watched as she collapsed.

My wings spread as I raced down to her fallen form. She had to be ok, I landed and ran to her side. Dropping and grabbing her shoulders to look at her. Her body still covered in shadows, pushing them away.

“Y/N” I whispered smiling only to turn her over, she was going to be ok. What I was met with was not my mate, her eyes were white and blank, mouth slightly agape, she was breathing but when going into her mind there was nothing. It was blank.

“She did not give her humanity” her people stood before me, what did he mean. I heard Cassian ask the question before my mouth moved “She gave up herself to the abyss. This is simply a shell, her mind and soul is gone” they all looked down and I shook my head.

“No, no she's ok” I nodded licking my lips. I looked down to her relaxed face, could you call it relaxed, she was blank. There was nothing there.

“I’m sorry High Lord Azriel” he whispered and they all fell into the Earth. My mate was gone, no this couldn’t be happening. She had to be ok, right? She was ok. She was in this abyss. I was able to get her back.

“Az” she still felt alive, she was still out there, her mind was bare but her mind was elsewhere, as he said this is just a shell. A cacoon, I had to find her soul, her mind. I had to find my mate.

“I can get her back” I whispered and held her body closer to my own. I rose and looked to everyone, Feyre was crying as was Amren. Cassian had to look away and I looked down her body was held like a bride but her head was laid back arm falling past my own, she looked dead. Eyes white and mind blank. This was just a shell I had to remind myself. “I will go into the abyss and get her back”

“Az we both know you can’t,” Rhysand said and I shook my hand looking down at my mate. This wasn’t the end, I was able to get her back. Right? I just had to find her. “The abyss is endless” he paused “She’s gone” he whispered.

“No she’s not” my wings spread and I moved her head to rest on my chest as I jumped into the air, going back to my home, my wings tired and I needed a rest. More emotional than physical rest. Going to my room I placed her down and held her hand. “Please just give me a sign” I whispered. Tears fell down my face as I cried loudly, sobbing into the side of the bed. I wanted my mate.

“Azriel” whispered in my head and I looked to the blank look on her face “Azriel” I heard it again. My walls were up, was my mind playing tricks on me, it wouldn’t be the first time. “Azriel” it whispered again. “Azriel” and again I ran around my brain trying desperately to try and find the voice. It sounded like her. Then there she was standing in front of me and smile on her face “Azriel” before I could move or even speak she smiled again “Find me” and then she was gone.

She was alive, she was somewhere I could reach, she was there. She was there. I could get my mate back. I moved to her body and pressed my lips to her wishing they pressed back “I love you”

[wetookanoath]

Can I see some post breakup kiss?

This… got out of hand, I’m so sorry. Based on this kiss prompt list. TW: There’s a conversation about internalized biphobia, and it kinda has some angst here and there. Edited by @chaostheoryy ~

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Shane froze at the sight in front of him. He frowned, not sure of what to do next. Ryan was sitting on the ground outside his building, probably waiting for Shane to buzz him in.

The man hadn’t seen him just yet. Shane could easily turn around and lose himself in the city, maybe go hide in someone else’s apartment. Scott would probably let him stay the night without Shane actually having to tell him what was wrong. But his feet didn’t move in either direction.

What was Ryan doing in the cold, sitting on the ground like a lost child waiting for his parents to pick him up? Shane swallowed, finally deciding to face whatever was coming.

“Ryan.” He called. The man looked up at him immediately, standing up so fast he seemed to get dizzy.

Shane sighed, walking towards him as his ex-boyfriend tried to hold his stance, one hand lingering near his forehead. 

“Are you okay?” Shane said, taking him by the shoulders.

Ryan looked at him. His big eyes said nothing but the same story as two months ago and Shane was tired of hearing it, tired of being told he wasn’t enough. Ryan had one hundred and a million doubts he couldn’t solve with Shane at his side. He bit his bottom lip, letting go of Ryan before taking out his keys.

“Uh, I just— I wanted to talk to you.” Ryan answered while Shane looked at his keys to avoid making eye contact. “Shane, can— can we talk?”

“Sure.” He sighed. “Step into my office.” He signaled inside, opening the door to the lobby and the stairs.

They walked in silence towards the elevator, but Shane’s heart closed his throat. He couldn’t have Ryan upstairs. It would drive him crazy to have the couch where he was sure he was going to cry later today smelling of him. Slowly, he walked to the stairs, taking two then sitting.

“Uh,” Ryan frowned, but followed his lead and sat down. “Okay…”

Neither said anything for a while, just dwelled in the presence of the other.

For two months, Shane thought of many things he wanted to tell Ryan. He had wanted to say he was sorry, even when he knew fully well and had been told he had done nothing wrong; he wanted to beg to be taken back at one point, and later as the weeks passed, he wanted to say hurtful things and make Ryan feel as empty as he had felt when December came and he was alone in his apartment, packing to go see his parents with tears in his eyes.

It had been too hard to say something. And now, he was in need of words.

“I think… I think I owe you an explanation for my actions.” Ryan said after a long minute or two.

Shane looked at Ryan for a few seconds, then at his own feet. He wasn’t sure what the man was talking about, if he was talking about their break up two months ago or his happy social media life during their time apart. Hell, it was really a surprise to see him here, looking like this.

He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, stopped eating well, and was in desperate need of a shower and a cup of hot cocoa. Los Angeles wasn’t as cold as Schamburg, but right now it felt like Iceland.

“What do you mean?” Shane murmured.

Ryan cleared his throat. Shane could feel his eyes on him. “I mean… “ He sighed. “When…when I asked you to take a break. I told you I needed space.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’ve… I’ve had a lot of time to think and a lot of space. Like, way too much space…” He trailed off. Shane finally looked at him, trying to stay strong for whatever the hell Ryan had in mind now. “And I just…” 

The man looked away. Shane’s eyes followed his hands and he noticed Ryan was playing with a stray thread on the sleeve of his jacket. 

He blinked a couple of times.

“I was afraid.” Ryan said, looking up at Shane’s face. He nodded, unsure of what else to do or say. “Because you are the first man I’ve ever…” He swallowed. “Being with you took me out my most selfish comfort zone, which was saying I’m bisexual and only daring to date women so nobody would ever…say anything bad to me.”

“Uh.” 

Shane looked away, clenching his jaw as he tried to calm his nerves before he could punch Ryan in the face. If he started an actual fight with the man, he didn’t stand a chance. But god-fucking-dammit, he wanted to.

“Please, don’t misunderstand this, I know I’m fucking up even more, It’s just…” He said quickly. Shane looked back at him again, his jaw still tense. Ryan looked away. Maybe his expression gave away just how angry he was feeling. “I know, I know— Internalized biphobia, all that jazz. I know.”

“To the point, Ryan.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, letting out what sounded like a sob. Shane sighed and looked away. “I’m so sorry, I know I was wrong… I should have told you what was actually happening, but I thought that if I tried to get back to the way I was a year ago, maybe the guilt would go away.”

“Guilt?” 

Ryan nodded.

“I felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t.” He said. “Like, everyone expects me to be one way, but every day together I was the complete opposite of that, and I was afraid I was disappointing someone.” His eyes filled with tears and Shane’s throat closed again. “But I was so happy. I liked who I was becoming and— all that. How much we laughed together and how it was becoming easier to be myself. But…” 

He swallowed again. His nose had turned red and a tear crossed his left cheek. Shane held his breath, restraining himself from drying it.

“The more open we became, the more people, like— on Instagram and Twitter, started to notice. I got terrified of what would come. A… Guy I studied with in high school sent me a DM one day, asking if you were my boyfriend and I froze. I couldn’t just answer yes, and it wasn’t— it wasn’t because of you, I swear—”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” 

Shane moved, trying to stand before Ryan noticed. Ryan immediately took his arm. Shane thought of pushing it away but didn’t. 

“Shane!”

Shane just kept looking at the ground, waiting for Ryan to finish whatever speech he had planned for today. His heart actually hurt. Not just in the squeezing kind of way either. No, it actually hurt every time it hit his ribcage and Ryan just kept talking. And maybe he shouldn’t be listening to this with an empty stomach because it felt like it was eating itself and it burned.

“Shane, I mean it— It’s not you, it really isn’t it,” Ryan insisted, “It’s different for you. You already went through this when you were younger. But I hid it away for so long… and I thought I could just bury it and be happy. I should have taken care of it before but I didn’t. And I hurt you because of that.”

Slowly, he looked back. Shane wondered how many nights Ryan had spent awake thinking of all this, rehearsing his words and trying to figure out the right thing to say. He looked sincere, crying as he was. Hell, he looked scared. 

It was Shane’s turn to swallow. He closed his eyes, trying to get his own lonely nights out of his head as he searched for the best way to put his hurt on display.

Ryan was right: he had hurt him. If he had known all this, maybe they wouldn’t have broken up. Maybe he could have helped Ryan find a better way to deal with all the baggage. It was shitty, to be so scared to be yourself and he understood it well.

“There’s one thing I don’t understand, Ryan.” Shane hoped his anger would go the hell away now that he was thinking straight. “Why didn’t you say anything that day? You just said you needed space and to me, it sounded like you wanted an out from me.” He swallowed. “I could have helped you. We could have figured it out together, why—?”

“I don’t know. I don’t. I just— I wasn’t even sure of what I was feeling back then, Shane.” He confessed, letting go of Shane’s arm and drying his tears. “Look, I… I know this sounds like a shitty excuse—”

“Okay.” Shane said. His jaw tensed again as he licked his lips and took a deep breath. “Thank you for telling me this, I guess.” He looked at Ryan. The man blinked a couple of times. “Why are you here?”

Ryan’s mouth opened. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t find the words. He looked down for a few seconds, then swallowed. Holy shit, were they a mess. They’d never been like this before, not even during the first awkward weeks of their friendship when they were getting to know the other.

It was like the way Shane and Ryan used to anticipate what the other was thinking never happened, as if Shane had dreamed it all along and this was all it really was: silence and cold between them. Ryan’s eyes showed so much despair it was unnerving.

“I wanted to see you.” Ryan said finally. 

Shane sighed.

“Just that?”

When the man looked at him, Shane tried his best to smile. It probably looked crooked. He was trying his damn best not to burst into tears on Ryan’s shoulder. So instead of crying, Shane got closer until their arms were touching. He saw Ryan’s eyes open wider, lips parting, but this time he just pressed against his face.

His eyes were closed now. Shane took a few seconds to admire the view and finally gave up, closing his eyes and sinking into the kiss he had prayed for two months.

It was such a strange kiss, somehow unreal.

Shane had dreamed of kissing Ryan so many times during the months they had spent away from each other. And every time it had been empty and had left him crying. This kiss was warm, but Ryan’s lips were dry and chapped. He probably hadn’t been applying chapstick like Shane had told him to a million times before. 

One of them shivered, or maybe they both did. Shane opened his mouth and moved his head to the left, deepening the kiss without using his tongue. His ex-boyfriend didn’t try anything either. They kept moving their lips as slow as any first timer would and it told Shane everything he needed to know about this situation: space was no longer necessary and maybe things could change for the good. 

The kiss tasted of hope and long nights thinking of each other, the yearning of each other’s arms, of kisses so intense yet sweet that give another meaning to the act itself.

Shane had missed Ryan and it felt good to know he had been missed as well.

They needed air eventually, and maybe another talk. Shane leaned his forehead on Ryan’s, listening to his heavy breathing and letting his fingers slowly caress the hair on the back of his neck. He couldn’t open his eyes, see what was lost and then pretend like if he could keep going. This kiss hadn’t felt like goodbye, but it wasn’t something he wanted to say again so soon.

“Take me back.” Ryan murmured against his lips. Shane opened his eyes without actually looking at his face. Instead, he was looking at his lap and the stray thread on Ryan’s sleeve. “Please? I know I’m a mess, but I think I’m doing better at last.”

“Just like that?”

“No.” He swallowed. Shane pulled back to look at Ryan’s face. “I know it didn’t look that way, but these past few months I was miserable… thought there was no way I could come back. Then I stopped acting like an idiot, started all over again.” He smiled. It was tiny but it made him look more like the man Shane had actually fallen for. “And there’s something more.”

“What is it?”

“I love you.” He said, sighing before allowing his smile to brighten. Shane stopped breathing, recognizing it was the first time Ryan ever said the words to him. “I… every day, I fall deeper for you. And I think you may feel the same. I want to be with you, Shane.”

Shane licked his lips again, looking up at Ryan. 

“You wanna come up? I think we should talk about this further.”

“Uh.” Ryan nodded. “Okay, yes.”

Finally, Shane smiled back. It was the first time in a long time he did so too. His cheeks almost hurt and his eyes were filled with tears he didn’t think he had anymore. But he didn’t cry again. He just leaned on Ryan and kissed him.

This time it wasn’t a surprise, not something that wasn’t supposed to be happening. It was a start.

[basement-critics]

I watched "Well This Sucks" so you don't have to

• He opens with saying it's to late to make this video and that the internet is crazy

• Then goes into a pretty dope into graphic and song not gonna lie

• Talks about how he's been going through a lot online and he wants to talk about it

• Says the internet is bonkers and that outrage culture is insane and how he is sick of it *something I can agree with*

• Brings up the Johnny Depp, Amber Herd thing, and how the internet immediately canceled him without evidence

• Then brings up how Toby Turner was accused and the internet canceled him *even though there were several women who came out against him and filed reports*

• Says that it turns out Toby was innocent and his only proof was the video Toby made

• Says that YouTube promotes people who are negative and bad talk others in their videos and titles

• Says that you can pick any YouTuber who doesn't have a big following, "attack" them with things they did years and years ago and talk crap about them and get popular and views from it

*sounds like what you do with Shane huh Greg... minus the getting popular part*

• "I could do that, I could do that right now. I could pick any YouTuber I wanted, and I could put their name in the title, you know. And I could exploit the heck out of them. And maybe reboot my channel as this new, I hate everyone commentary YouTube channel, but I don't want to do that. And I don't want to do that because I don't want to kill myself"

*there isn't enough room for all the screenshots*

• Says he started YouTube for fun, and that it was a cool place when it started

•Messes with his hair and complains about it saying "this is what you get from a free hair cut"

• Talks more about outrage culture and how everyone is guilty until proven innocent *which again I can agree with*

• Brings up Johnny Depp again and says that often times those who accuse are the ones in the wrong

• "It's like people just want drama, and then don't actually care about truths about it. They just want to feel what way is relevant"

*again, like what you do to Shane*

• "We need to stop going with "if I feel it it's true" and start going with "if there is video or audio evidence then that's true".

*a statement I kind of agree with, but video and audio evidence can be tampered with*

• Claims the last 4 years of his life has consisted of seeing person after person after person hearing something and then assuming someone is guilty

• "I try to go off of what people actually say, like if someone says "hey guys I really like making out with goats" on audio"

• The claims we will take it out of context because that's what we always do to him, and that his Google search is full of things he has said taken out of context and that it's all for views

• Goes on about how he lost his train of thought and that's probably for the best because it had to do with making out with goats "and who wants to talk about that"

• We are all losers *not us, just everyone in general* because most everyone is a failure, because that's life

• He makes an analogy about actors and production companies and how a lot of them fail, and how you never see the same director again, it doesn't really apply to what he's talking about here

• Brings up that 8 out of 10 companies fail, so most people are failures

• Says he doesn't know how the video became a motivational video, but we all fail so we shouldn't feel that bad about it

• Talks about how he messed up his knee that day and that how he has new insurance and that his old insurance company was bad and that they canceled his plan without telling him

• Keeps telling the story of his new insurance company

• Brings up "Kai" again for no reason, like Lainey does nothing else in this story than stand there

• Claims that this insurance company made him say he believes the concept of God and the wellbeing of man before they would insure him

• Brings up the fan he harrassed over her pulling her pledge and him freaking out on her about it, saying she's trying to slander him and get his Patron taken down by releasing their dms

• Says that Repzion is bombing his Patron with hate and that there is a Twitter reporting his Patron for harrassment even though there isn't any harrassment on it

• It was apparently the girl who told him she thought his suicide jokes weren't funny and he told her to fuck off and kicked her pledge

• Says he only sends nice messages to his Patrons, ignoring the message he sent to the girl telling her her card didn't go through

• Claims she's trying to get him fired because Patron is his job, and that's outrage culture

• Outrage culture is trying to get him removed from a position he loves very much

• Says he hates 2018, 2019 and all of it

• Says that we used to live in a world where people used to be themselves

• Puts up a pic of Milo Yiannopoulos saying "The only appropriate response to outrage culture is to be outrageous" and Greg says "the best response to outrage culture it to be civil and prove them irrational, not act like a child"

*but Greg, you act like a child*

• Brings up Vic Migongna and Johnny Depp and how outrage culture tired to and almost did destroyed them

• Says that the Toby Turner thing was probably baseless

• Says men and women can be the same and both can be bad people

• Brings up that he knows people who have been violated by women

• Complains about his hair again

• Brings up the double standard when it comes to women being creepy

• Everyone has the potential to be creepy regardless of gender

• Says we as a society needs to stop being so sexist and stop thinking that women can never lie and that men can only lie or that women can never violate and men can only violate, and he shows a pic of Melanie Martinez

• Claims that we need to stop being so black and white

• Wants us to question everything and not take it all at face value

• Says that we need more thinkers in the world and less mindless sheep

• Says that we are trying to ruin his life because we are just going along with others

• Says that we got Uh Oh Bro got taken down because we bombarded YouTube with lies and YouTube believed us

• He wrote YouTube and told them we lied and YouTube agreed with him

• Says outrage culture is taking over justice

• Claims that their are peopl obsessed with triggering others *like that isn't you Greg*

• And there are people who are outraged by everything and making everything awful

• He wishes we would all realize we are in the real world even online

• Claims that a lot of us would get along with him irl even if we wanted to or not

• Subscribe to his Patron so he can buy PS4 games

• Claims outrage culture isn't going to like this, and then does a boob squeeze. And with this, the rest of my soul has died

[seeksstaronmewni]

Joel R. Valentine: An Under-Appreciated Sound Designer

Note before reading that, for the sake of privacy, NO PICTURES of Joel IN HIS STUDIO are allowed in this post. I respect him as a humble artist enough to obey this.

Joel Valentine is a sound designer who is usually credited for only sound editing, usually under the name of his company “Twenty-First Century Entertainment, Inc.” (AKA “21st Century Sound Design Corp.)--a private contractor who seems fairly under-appreciated. He created “The Producer’s Sound Effects Library” (according to Trademarkia), which is used by Hacienda Post, Jeff Hutchins, Atlas Oceanic, and maybe even Advantage Audio.

In more familiar context, Joel is the sound designer of mostly cartoons, namely Cartoon Network projects and the works of Craig McCracken and Genndy Tartakovsky, like The Powerpuff Girls and Samurai Jack, as well as Dexter’s Laboratory (Joel is credited for sound design on the package design/summary of Dexter’s Laboratory: Ego Trip, however, and as a sound editor on the special). Joel Valentine is responsible for the soundtrack to many of my favorite childhood cartoons... or cartoon cartoons, to be a bit more specific.

"Edits fast, sounds great, and doesn't break. The DM -80's multilayering capabilities and simultaneous recording on all tracks gives us the flexibility to do whatever we want."

This is a quote from Joel Valentine on the DM-80, from a supplement to a March 1994 issue of BROADCAST engineering / BE Radio.

Jeff Hutchins, the sound designer behind Spongebob Squarepants and a creative at Hacienda Post/Sabre Media/Flash Bomb Audio and Warner Bros. Sound/Audio Circus, was an assistant to Joel Valentine. They both edited sound on 2 Stupid Dogs and Dead in the Water. Jeff Hutchins made a number of tweets to me that compliment and reference Joel Valentine:

“Joel was a master of recording and funny sounds. He is still the a pillar of cartoon sound and I wish to recognize him. I believe he was working and had credits prior to 1985. Few people enter the business as a mixer. Look up Harmony Gold. Things should pop up”

“Joel is an incredible talent and I think the world of him. Rock on Joel!”

“Joel has a crisp & distict style. He had moved on to Samurai Jack and Hacienda started to do the FX for Dexter’s Lab. I did a few of them and really tried to retain Joel’s style. Not an easy task.”

“Joel gave me a copy of his “Producer’s SFX Library”. Joel also gave me his ADAP Library in exchange for transferring it to .wav files. I would give him any SFX he asked for.”

“In the “2 Stupid Dogs” days Joel was at the heart of everything. There wasn’t another like him. To this day, I thank him for being so out side the box as to redefine “out side the box”. Thx my brother in sound. Joel was creating the sound tract for a show called “Northern Exposure” at the same time. I am still in awe of his accomplishments. Joel rocks!”

“When I met Joel in 1986, my life changed. His over the top way of creating opportunity out of baking soda and “whatever you’ve got” is incredible. He is an innovator. Thanks for taking the time out of your life to be my teacher. Thanks Joel!”

“He [Joel] was working on those shows [Northern Exposure and Bakersfield P.D.] at the Lantana building in Santa Monica. I worked for Joel during that time period in a suite he had in the building. I worked on 2 Stupid Dogs. After 2 Stupid Dogs I went to work for other studios & Joel went his own ways. Those days were awesome, but all good things come to an end at some point. As one door closes, another opens... somewhere.”

Eric Freeman also shared some facts with me back in 2017:

“[Wander Over Yonder] Season 2 was all done by Joel Valentine. My schedule became way too busy to do the sound fx. Craig McCracken has long history with Joel and enjoys his work, so he wanted him to do the season 2 sfx... 21st century is/was Joel Valentine's personal company. He would do all the sound design and then send it to me at Hacienda for the final mix. He is not affiliated with Hacienda. Joel is a private contractor...   [Joel] worked out of his home... he was the sole sound designer and editor for [Wander Over Yonder] season 2. There were NO other uncredited post-sound folks on the show. The whole series was just Joel and Myself... Joel is working on S5 of Samurai Jack. He would be the sole editor on that. The mix will be done at Hacienda Post. Current PPG is being edited and mixed at Hacienda Post. Joel is not involved with the new PPG... I did some editorial on PPG movie and worked with the editors you listed (Tom Syslo, Roy Braverman & Daisuke Sawa). I can't remember what I edited on the movie, but it was sound fx. I worked on Dexter's Lab, PPG, Fosters, Symbionic Titan, and Samurai Jack. Any editorial I did would have happened during the mix. A lot of times, Genndy or Craig will want to try different SFX when they hear final music and final dialog play together with Joel's sfx. Sometimes the original SFX just don't work well... Joel definitely IS a master sound designer. I respect his work very much... I've worked with Jeff [Hutchins] since the 1990s. He's extremely talented. I believe Joel trained him... Joel only worked on the pilot of Chowder. He did NOT do the series. All the sound design came from Hacienda Post.”

Grant Meuers, “the sole sound editor” on Genndy Tartakovsky’s Primal, replied to my emails of my questions on the show’s sound: “all sound design you hear is either me or Joel. I worked for Hacienda for 2-3 years as an assistant sound editor before venturing out into the freelance world. They are great people over there, and I'm still close with them, although neither Joel or I are very involved in the mixes. Joel is a really talented guy, and I'll be sure to pass your compliments along!” The latter referred to my desire for anyone with Joel to send compliments from me to Joel. Grant continued: “the line between "sound design" and "sound edit" is pretty fluid to me (and I think Joel feels the same way). Joel and I split up responsibilities of what we each cover each episode fairly evenly, but Joel definitely has final say and final cut over whatever we do together, and obviously Genndy has final say over everything. How we are ultimately credited isn't really up to us. (In fact, Joel initially wanted us to be both credited as sound editors, but Genndy and Adult Swim gave him his own title card, which I am happy about, because he definitely deserves it. Joel is a humble guy and often likes to fly under the radar.) We both work remotely on our own, and each have our own respective companies we use for billing purposes.” The credit of Joel for sound design on Genndy Tartakovsky’s Primal is well-earned, but ultimately he remains private in his work, and that privacy must be respected.

Genndy Tartakovsky himself said meaningful words about Joel Valentine, who did sound design on all of his Cartoon Network shows: “I’ve worked with Joel since the days of ‘Dexter.’ He’s got an amazing library and he knows how to blend sounds together to make them something very unique. For the fourth episode he went outside the norm and he found these vocal monster libraries that were done in the ’60s or something in Germany... for the mastodon episode, he found this library where some guy started a Kickstarter and then went to India to record elephant sounds for a year... all the mastodon sounds are so much more than what’s out there that a lot of people are using. I think we’re taking the extra effort for everything to make it sound unique and specific.”

Shane Houghton, co-creator of Big City Greens, compliments sound editor/designer Joel Valentine as part of “a killer sound team! They don't get enough love! Eric and Joel are amazing!”

Someone on Twitter asked @crackmccraigen “how was the noise used when the powerpuff girls would suddenly fly off made? The fwOosh/pew!! noise, yanno?” Craig replied: “It was comprised of a few different sound fx that were put together by the PPG sound designer Joel Valentine.” When I noted that Joel was usually uncredited, Craig told me that “The name Twenty-First Century Entertainment, Inc. listed under Sound Editing is Joel. That’s his company, [and] he wanted to be credited that way.” Another person appreciated the sound design of Kid Cosmic, and Craig highlighted that he’s been working with him for 27 years.

As of May 30th, 2021, Owen Fishback’s Kippie short, “Guard Duty Doggy”, was released. I saw it the next day, and it acknowledges Joel Valentine for sound effects (some of his sound effects are used in it, probably sourced from the Sound Effects Wiki pages for his sound effects, to which I contributed info but not the audio samples used in the video).

The sound effects that Joel created are very meaningful to me as I grew up heavily on the works of Joel Valentine for Cartoon Network, namely Dexter’s Laboratory. When I heard his sound design on Samurai Jack Season 5 back in 2017 (namely EPISODE XCIV), I was so impressed with his array of realistic soundscapes of atmospheres and animals that I began to consider Joel the next best creative in sound post-production sound services, next to those of Skywalker Sound and Warner Bros. Post Production Creative Services.

I’m not sure what will become of The Producer’s Sound Effects Library, though I got a copy from ebay on 1/23/2020 A.D. as an upcoming birthday gift and immediately preserved it by ripping the files off ( the link for proof read Producers-Sound-Effects-Library-13-cds-Great-Value-Free-shipping/283736597492?hash=item421004e3f4:g:rLkAAOSwAGxeE8ql ). Thanks to @wiley207​ and SqueakyCartWheel for notifying me on the Sound Effects Wiki!

Here’s a close-up of the main CD’s cover, used for the 101 SOUND EFFECTS CD...

...and here’s the label of the CD. They all look like this due to distributor S.O.S.

I made a page for The Producers Sound Effects Library on the Sound Effects Wiki, of course, to celebrate this amazing, obscure library. I recognize a number of sound effects on that library, like “IN Cricket Single” (as often heard in Spongebob) and “ROBOT MOVES #1[-3]” One of my absolute favorite sound effects on that library is “SPACE BEAM DOWN.” It’s a deep drone with a mysterious, enticing musical tone; it’s on PSEL CD SY-01 - “Science Fiction”.

Regarding preservation of the PSEL: due to the copyright warning requiring “written legal documentation from the owner of the Producers Sound Effects Library” (that’s probably Joel)--though I think that the company of the same name as the SFX library, PSEL, is defunct--I believe that I can not upload the audio files online  “unauthorized” “by any information or sampler storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented”.

Aside from the PSEL, I hope and pray that Joel’s library will be in good hands when he retires. Sound Ideas or Pro Sound Effects deserve to preserve this amazing library of sound!

[uglypastels]

Writing Challenge!!

Writing challenges are always so fun to do, so I decided to make one myself for a change. It’s also almost (not really) my birthday and I want to celebrate!!

It’s that time of the year again where it is cold outside, the leaves are falling off the trees, you just want to curl up under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate and watch a movie... Or is that just me? 

Anyway, I love watching a good movie, or even a bad one sometimes.

This is why in this challenge, all prompts are quotes from movies! 

Rules are pretty basic, I’m not fussy about anything.  (prompts > “Keep Reading”)

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice of you, of course, if you did

Reblog this post to join and/or spread the word

Send me an ask wherein you choose a prompt 

Make sure you have a possible back-up if the said prompt is already taken

Preferably, I would like to have one story per prompt, but just in case anyone is really set on a prompt that has already been chosen, or if somehow by miracle every prompt is picked and more people want to join, each prompt will have two slots. (so one regular, one “emergency” slot)

All prompts are movie quotes, but your story doesn’t have to be based on the movie itself or have anything to do with the movie. Interpret the quote any way you want.

BE ORIGINAL! 

BE CREATIVE!

HAVE FUN! 

I would like to call myself a multifandom blog, but who am I kidding. I’m MARVEL’s bitch. 

Write about any MARVEL character/ actor (+ the Hollands/Harrison) you want but

if you want to do a different fandom, you are more than welcome!

Just don’t forget to tell me in your prompt request who you will be writing for.  

Fluff, angst, smut ... everything is allowed - just make sure to tag it.

NO UNDERAGE SMUT! Just don’t be gross, in general 

No, first person, but other perspectives are good to go

Any length of writing is good, but if it is longer than 500 words, make sure to use the “Keep Reading” option.

so the story can be a one-shot, two shot, a series < including a part of a series you already have going on.

When you post it, make sure to tag me and use the tag: 

#Z’s Movie Night Challenge

FOR AN EXTRA CHALLENGE (or if you just can’t pick): hmu with an ask telling me and I will pick for you! But do still mention who you will be writing for then.

Deadline is my birthday - December 18th! 

I will be making a masterlist of all the submissions

I think that’s it. Any more question? DM me or ask

(way too many) Prompts, but at least nobody can complain there is nothing to chose from: 

“I love you.” // “I know.” Star Wars, Episode V: Empire Strikes Back (@andwhatdostarsdobest w/ Tom Holland)

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Gone With the Wind  ( @procrastinatingparker w/ Tom Holland) 

“After all, tomorrow is another day!” Gone With the Wind

“Go ahead, make my day.” Sudden Impact

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” Casablanca

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Casablanca

“Of all the (gin joints) in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” Casablanca ( @butwhyduh w/ Avengers cast)

“We’ll always have Paris.” Casablanca

“I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.” the Godfather

“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” the Godfather: Part II ( @sunsetspidey w/ Tom Holland)

“Just when I thought I was out, (they) pull me back in.” Godfather: Part III ( @sleepwalkingdragon w/ Harrison Osterfield on hold)

“You talkin’ to me?” Taxi Driver

“Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” All About Eve

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Love Story ( @rainbow-marvel w/ Tom Holland)

“Forget everything you think you know.” Doctor Strange

“Pain is an old friend.” Doctor Strange ( @theamazingspiderlingg w/ Tom Holland)

“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.” Cool Hand Luke ( @scholarlyspidey )

“What is it?” // “The stuff that dreams are made off.΅ the Maltese Falcon

“Alright, (Mr. DeMille), I’m ready for my close-up.” Sunset Boulevard

“There is no place like home.” Wizard of Oz ( @peterrrparkour w/ Tom Holland)

“I love the smell of (napalm) in the morning.” Apocalypse Now

“Show me the money!” Jerry Maguire

“You had me at ‘hello’.” Jerry Maguire ( @anxiety-in-a-getaway-car w/ Sebastian Stan)

“You complete me.” Jerry Maguire

“Why don’t you come up sometime and see me?” She Done Him Wrong

“Hey, I’m walking here!” Midnight Cowboy

“I want to be alone.” Grand Hotel ( @aw-hawkeye w/ Tom Holland)

“You can’t handle the truth!” A Few Good Men

“I’ll have what she’s having.” When Harry Met Sally ( @sleepwalkingdragon w/ Harrison Osterfield)

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." When Harry Met Sally (@somethingtoavenge  w/ Bucky Barnes)

“I’ll be back.” Terminator

“Hasta la vista, baby.” Terminator 2: Judgement Day.

“Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” The Pride of the Yankees

“We rob banks.” Bonnie and Clyde

“Well, nobody’s perfect.” Some Like it Hot

“Houston, we have a problem.” Apollo 13

“I could do this all day.” Captain America: The First Avenger/ Civil War

“We’re still friends, right?” Captain America: Civil War ( @starksparker w/ Tom Holland)

“Have you been playing Space Invaders? Because you’re invading my space!” Pixels ( @cas-backwards-tie w/ Peter Parker)

“Well, a boy’s best friend is his mother.” Psycho

“Well here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” Sons of the Desert

“Say hello to my little friend.” Scarface

“(Mrs. Robinson) You’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?” the Graduate

“What a dump.” Beyond the Forest

“Is it safe?” Marathon Man

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!" the Jazz Singer

“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” A Streetcar Named Desire

“Hello, gorgeous.” Funny Girl

“Surely you can’t be serious?” // “I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Airplane!

“My precious.” Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

"Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it? You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!"  On Golden Pond ( @musiclover1263 w/ Peter Parker)

"Carpe diem. Seize the day(, boys). Make your live(s) extraordinary." Dead Poet Society.

“I’m the king of the world!” Titanic

“I’ll never let go, (Jack).” Titanic ( @spider-puck w/ Spideychelle)

“You make me want to be a better man.” As Good as it Gets ( @thewackywriter w/ mob!Tom Holland)

“As if!” Clueless ( @fratboievans w/ Peter Parker)

“They’re here!” Poltergeist

“We know each other. He’s a friend from work.” Thor: Ragnarok

“Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! (This is the War Room.)” Dr. Strangelove

“I wish I knew how to quit you!” Brokeback Mountain ( @petersshirts w/ Tom Holland) 

“I’m not bad. I’m just (drawn) that way.” Who Framed Roger Rabbit (@lovelymalira w/ Bucky Barnes)

“Why so serious?” the Dark Knight

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all.” Snow White and the Seven Dwarves ( @thequeensardine w/ Harrison Osterfield)

“.... I dare you. I double dare you.” Pulp Fiction ( @hollandofthefree w/ Tom Holland)

“Look I probably should have told you this before but you see... well... insanity runs in my family... It practically gallops.” Arsenic and Old Lace

“It’s just a flesh wound.” Monty Python and the Holy Grail ( @sarahwritesfiction  w/ Steve Rogers)

“He might be okay….Well, no, probably not now.” Groundhog Day

“Life’s a bitch; now so am I.” Batman Returns ( @idontknowhowtowritesosorry w/ Shawn Mendes)

“That rug really tied to room together, did it not?” The Big Lebowski

“No, it’s a cardigan, but thanks for noticing.” Dumb and Dumber

“Is that all he said?” Lost in Translation

“Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler.” Office Space ( @totallytomholland w/ Peter Parker)

“You wanna come over?” // “No, thanks. I don’t want you fucking up my life, too.” Office Space (@mobtomsgirl w/ Tom Holland)

“Okay, sounds like a case of the Mondays.” Office Space

“And suddenly, I felt nothing.” Fight Club ( @brokennccrown w/ Steve Rogers)

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist.” Begin Again

“(Veronica), you look like hell.” // “Yeah, I just got back.” Heathers ( @peter-is-the-best-avenger w/ Peter Parker or Tom Holland)

“Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.” Heathers

“But… I guess if I love you, I should let you move on.” 17 Again

“I want my life to be like an 80’s movie.” Easy A

“What makes life so hard?” // “People.” An Affair to Remember

“Have you ever been in love?” // “I think so.” Love, Simon (@fandomscombine w/ Peter Parker)

“I don’t wanna go.” Avengers: Infinity War (@fantasyizlife w/ Tom Holland)

“I don’t want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?” Avengers: Infinity War

“I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.” Guardians of the Galaxy ( @fantasyizlife w/ Shawn Mendes)

“You actually were telling the truth?” // “I do that quite a lot, yet people are always surprised.” Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest ( @fantasyizlife w/ Harrison Osterfield)

“I have what they call an unattractive face.” Gainsbourg: A Heroic Life

“Oh, somebody, stop me!” The Mask

“I didn’t come here to tell you I can’t live without you. I can live without you. I just don’t want to.” Rumor Has It ( @marcymakemagic w/ Peter Parker)

“Are you always this cocky?” // “Only on Tuesdays… and whenever beautiful women are involved.” // “So, you think I’m beautiful?” // “Actually… it’s Tuesday.” the Three Musketeers  ( @tomhollanders2013 w/ Tom Holland)

“I’m going to be a lady if it kills me.” Dinner at Eight

“Prove it…” Shane

“I’m sorry, (Dave). I’m afraid I can’t do that.” 2001: A Space Odyssey

“Kiss my hot lips.” M*A*S*H*

“You have my sympathies.” Alien

“Get away from her, (you bitch)!” Aliens

“You can be my wingman anytime.” Top Gun

“Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?” Batman

“Love your suit.” The silence of the Lambs

“Quid pro quo.” (= A favor for a favor) The Silence of the Lambs

“Always.” Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II ( @peter-parker-life w/ Tom Holland)

Good luck, have fun! 

Tagging some peeps to spread the word because this is one thing I don’t want to die:

@tomhiddleston-is-myboo @tonyintexas @andwhatdostarsdobest @tomsfireheart @spinneret-holland @rainbow-marvel  @lovelyh0lland @de-lir-i-ous @peter-parker-life @tomhollanders2013 @tomhollandthirst @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @darlingtholland @sweet-pea-imagines @anxiety-in-a-getaway-car @manhoeparker @h-osterfield  @positiveparker @casuallytumblingdownthestairs @justmesadgirl @fandomscombine @tom-holland-and-textposts @my-current-obsessions-hehe (Sorry to bother anyone.)

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I'm pretty sure my house is haunted tbh. I always wake up with scratches and bruises all over my body and my door opens by itself sometimes. So like Ryan... Shane... Come investigate my house please??

I NEVER TOLD YOU GUYS ABOUT THE GHOST WE HAVE AT WORK!!

Our store had, like, one manager for the first 14 years or so it was open, a woman named Lori. She passed away from cancer. Her daughter Cari then took over (she was manager when I got hired) but she got fired before the end of my first year there. Then Amanda was there for a year, now it’s Susan

But ANYWAY Lori totally haunts us! She used to really only come out when our old DM came in (I guess she misses her?), but now she’s out a lot. Especially when Susan and I talk crap about how bad a manager Cari was lol. But mostly just to check on us? I don’t know

We know it’s her too, because stuff that’s been piled in the back room undisturbed for weeks will suddenly fall over, or the door will randomly blow open when there’s no wind. If we just acknowledge her - “Hi, Lori, sorry we’re shit-talking Cari again” - she’ll leave us alone for awhile. 

[system32-cleanmgr]

ENEMIES

"Listen up, there’s not a moment to spare..."

Summary: Ryan and Shane are both criminals - one is a sneaky pickpocketer luring the San Francisco streets and other is a loyal member of a Chicago mob family who’s gotten close to the top but was betrayed and had to leave his hometown for good. Shane has to start life anew in a completely unfamiliar city, and Ryan easily picks him out as a confused outsider - should be easy target, right? Unfortunately for him, it turns out his victim bites too. But perhaps he’s in for something more than being held at gunpoint by a gloomy Midwestern stranger...

Taglist: @saentiel @viohs @psycho-septic @goondis-and-the-plupples @hellofriend @ghoulboyboos @montgommerycristopherspank @miomeu @theinvisiblespoon @internettygirl (dm me if you want to add/remove you!)

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CHAPTER 1: THREAT TO SURVIVAL

"You got somethin’ to say? SAY IT!"

***

Shane woke up to sunlight spots dancing on his face. A lively tune was playing from the kitchen, which meant he wasn’t the first one to wake up today. He checked the phone, which told him he was exactly 2 minutes early for the alarm, and got up, looking at himself in the mirror - a tall and narrow one to match him, since he was at least three inches taller than everybody he knew. The grandfather's clock on the wall rang out eight times, so the man began his morning routine: make the bed, visit the bathroom and get properly dressed. Shoulder holster with his handgun fit perfectly as usual, and an elegant jacket covered it, finishing a “dapper man” look, as his flatmate called it. He examined his reflection and, satisfied, walked into the kitchen.

The music playing wasn't exactly jazz, but it certainly rooted from it. His flatmate Aidan, who was the one listening to it, called it "electro swing" and was now humming the melody while dancing near the kitchen counter, texting someone and watching a frying pan with some scrambled eggs and bacon that was adding a slight sizzle into the music.

- Mornin’, Shaney! How're ya today? - he greeted his colleague, blowing a dark-brown curl from his face. They both were "cleaners", the ones that put blood on their hands, disposing of unnecessary witnesses, traitors and those out of favour before the family. One thing was different though - Shane was lucky to be known for his loyalty and will to risk his life for the mission's sake and was once approved by the Godfather himself - a pretty big deal, he was sure, as he knew that a lot of people could only wish for that. Aidan did as well, they both knew he was jealous, yet he'd never show it, always wearing a merry smile on his face. Sometimes he almost looked like a child in a man's body. Almost, because Shane was well aware of what he was capable of if needed.

- Hi there, Aidan, pretty swell I'd say, what about you? - Shane returned him a small smile and nodded at the pan. - Mind sharing a bit with me? I'm starving.

- Haha, if only a bit, you're not the only hungry one here, buddy, - Aidan laughed and nodded at the toaster. - I'll give you a half if you make us some toasts. Remember, just a bit of crust!

- Yeah, yeah, you tell me that every time, - Shane rolled his eyes and went to get the bread. - How's Victor doing? I heard you visited him at Mitchell's yesterday.

- Yes, I did. He's okay, doc said he'll be fine if he manages to keep him still for a couple of days, - he smiled, but Shane caught the change i his expression. Victor was Aidan's cousin and a close friend who got stabbed in the back a few days ago and was now at doctor Bernard Mitchell's house, whos basement also served as an illegal clinic for the wounded of the family. Shane didn't know him much, but could tell that Aidan cared for him. Quite some people said that openly caring about someone, be it a sibling, a friend or a lover, was a bad omen for a man of crime, but Shane couldn’t blame him. He’s got family too, and the last thing he wanted was to get them hurt because of his “job”.

- Good to hear. Hope he gets better soon, - Shane said - quite genuinely, as he knew Aidan for a good while now - and got the bread out of the toaster, while the shorter man was taking the pan off the stove. - So, we’re workin’ today, eh? - that was more of a check-in question; Shane did dress up for a reason. There was a bunch of outsiders who didn’t keep their promise they’d given to the family. And the family was never pleased with those who thought themselves in power to break their promises.

- Yeah, nothing out of average, - Aidan answered, splitting the contents of the pan in half and putting them on two plates. Shane placed two glasses, a packet of milk and a plate with toasts on the table, and they proceeded to having breakfast. - Oh, and also, we’ll be having a few pints today with the guys. You comin’? - Sure, why not. Where this time? - At the Blue Lion, Tom recommended it, so we’re gonna check it out, - it wasn’t something out of ordinary, they often went out in the town to have a few beers together, but something was wrong about that phrase. The smile was just a bit too natural for Shane to notice a shade of worry in Aidan’s eyes - something he’d never seen before.

- You okay?

- Yeah, absolutely, why wouldn’t I be? - those eyes again. Something was wrong, but Shane decided not to dive into it. He’ll think about it later. Now, the work.

***

The Blue Lion pub was a small one, located downtown in a sparsely populated part of the town, so there wasn’t much people there except for Aidan and Co. Shane recognized a few people he’d worked with once or twice, but some were completely unfamiliar. He greeted everyone with a small smile and joined the men at the table. Some, including Aidan, seemed a little bit unnerved, but nothing happened, and the night went as usual. However, when the two were going out of the bar, Aidan grabbed him by the shoulder and together they went to a side street - the two of them and a few more guys. - Well, how should I react to that? - Shane asked with a smirk, looking around him. He had no chance at beating them all if he tried, but they didn’t seem to be any hostile. It seemed like they were waiting, all eyes on him. Then, Aidan started to speak:

- This morning you were asking me about my brother, Viktor, remember? He almost got killed, thank the doc for getting him out. But did you know who tried to kill him? You don’t, although that was one of those people you were drinking with today.

- What? How do you know tha... - Shane started, kinda confused with the situation, but Aidan cut him off:

- Hear me out. Godfather doesn’t want him on the scene, so he ordered to dispose of him. I never wanted that and i don’t understand why he would be inconvenient for him. He was always loyal to the family, like you and me. I don’t want the head of the family to be like that, and i’m not alone, - Aidan looked over everyone else, his voice low, but his eyes full of cold-hearted hate - another emotion Shane’d never seen and would never expect from him.

- So, what do I have to do with this? What you want me to do? - he asked, this time with an unpleasant feeling from his gut that was definitely not due to today’s beers.

- I want to change things. His middle son agreed to help us under the condition that he takes his place when everything is over. I want you to help us all so we can bring justice to this… old… - Aidan didn’t finish, but his opinion about his boss were pretty obvious.

- Wait-wait-wait-wait. You want ME. to help YOU. overthrow the G… Him. For justice. - Shane lowered his voice to a loud whisper, determined to reason Aidan. - You’ll just get us all killed, do you understand that? - he stared him dead in the eye, looking for at least some sort of logic but only finding anger. That wasn’t the always-smiling merry fellow he knew, oh no, that was a vigilante, wanting only revenge. Aidan gave him a heavy look, reluctantly letting him speak. - Come on, you, me and justice? Those don’t belong together one bit, and you know it, - he started, trying to spot any changes in Aidan’s expression. -  Do you live a bad life working for him? Is your family unhappy? You have everything you need, - Shane looked over everyone again, - as long as you don’t do anything stupid, which includes all this bullshit! - he almost spit the last words out, but then exhaled and took a pause to calm down. There was no point in including emotions into this, his partner was a perfect example of that. - I’m not gonna help you. You can do whatever you want, i’m not risking my job as well as my and my family’s lives for this. I have nothing to do with this, and if I hear about this ever again, i’m not gonna keep quiet. Now, if you’ll excuse me, - he concluded, returning Aidan a cold expression. He was visibly frustrated, but after a few seconds of an improvised staring contest he looked away, spit on the ground and turned around.

- Got your point. See you later, - he said, walking away. People followed him, some glancing at Shane over their shoulders - some with worried expression on their face, some indifferent. Soon he was left alone with his thoughts in the cold quietness of this September Chicago night. Sighing, he looked around him and took out his phone to see the route home. Knowing the city was never his strongest trait, but he could afford being like that with modern technology, especially noting that he never drove to any of those “nights out with guys” on his car.

He returned home and turned the lights on, squinting from how different they felt after the dark streets. He took off his shoes and went to the kitchen, keeping his coat on. He reached out to pour himself a glass of water, but then changed his mind and went straight to his room, locking the door behind him - even though he was sure Aidan wouldn’t fall low enough to murder him in his sleep, it would be stupid of him not to do this still. He left the coat on the chair and opened the closet, taking out a backpack. He didn’t consider himself paranoid, but he still preferred to be prepared for possible emergencies, hence he had all his valuables in one place and ready to go, so urgent packing would take less than 15 minutes.

Shane knew it couldn’t end here. He wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like Godfather’s people did more to Aidan than he told him. Maybe he had some unfinished buisness with someone from the top... But it’s not the time and place to start making up theories, he reminded himself. He was gonna live as he lived before, just a bit more wary around Aidan and a bit more ready to react if something out of ordinary did happen. He never trusted people who were acting based on emotions, so he wouldn’t trust him. He never asked for trouble just because he could, so he wouldn’t. Simple logic was his most loyal and helpful ally, it’s always been that way. But in order for it to work, Shane needed sleep. Grandfather’s clock announced midnight as he layed down on his bed and dozed off to his usual bleak dreams he never remembered in the morning.

__________________ this is literally my first time ever writing something like this, especially not in my mother tongue, and i’m like super scared i’ll lose interest or will not be able to do it like right now but i’m still super excited, hope you liked it if you read it up to here!