#the buttons speed. hello. sorry for posting this. however. look at him

[amrv-5]

hawkeye dexterity moment

[nishigo]

an anomaly. // bennett x reader.

a page from the book of memories.

[ p a g e 3 2 9 ｡ ]

authors note: hello! this is my first ever attempt at something for genshin impact. this is longer than i expected, and there may be errors here and there, so i am sorry about that in advance. i do hope you will enjoy it though. i got bennett yesterday after rolling and although many say he’s annoying...he’s very much like me in real life. coincidence? i think not. Σ('◉⌓◉’) i also rolled a girl named keqing. she seems nice, and is a five star, but i don’t know if she’s rare. i truly don’t know how this system works, apologies. T^T anyways, traveler, happy reading. (*'▽'*)

word count : 2191

tw : none that i can think of. very much fluff. and perhaps a touch of a flirty!reader. :)

request status at time of posting : open.

in which he had finally someone who could balance out his unluckiness.

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Bennett was, to put it simply, confused.

He had just finished a mission with you, being your support the whole entire way through. There had been an offering that had been posted on the tavern’s walls in dark, smudged text that caught his eye at an earlier time. It read that whoever could get rid of the new pop-up hilichurl camp that blocked the path to Liyue would receive a grand sum of Mora. Course, running low on money, Bennett had decided to take up the offer. They would be easy enough to take down, just a simple slash of his sword and a few burns here and there could get the job done in no time. However, there was a problem.

No one would come with him.

Bennett knew that he was very...loud. And he was energetic. And annoying. And, though he hated to admit it...he was unlucky.

Everything seemed stacked up against him. Everyone he turned to in the tavern took a simple glance at him and rejected the offer with no further questions asked. He would try to convince them, but they would simply get more annoyed at his stubbornness and shoo him away with a flick of a hand or some splash of beer to the face. It’s not like he could take the older adventurers out either, they could barely walk on their own two feet. They were so old that they certainly would have shriveled up in the sun if he brought them along. So there that option went, leaving him with practically nothing else to turn to.

But then, if he had no one to go with him, what would happen? Would he continue to be stuck in that tavern? No, he wouldn’t allow himself to waste away like that. He was meant to be out there, in a world that could supply him with the thrill and rush that his heart yearned for. The boy desired to be just as great of an adventurer as the ones who came before him, or perhaps, dare he dream, even greater than them. Bennett desired to be a legend. But being a legend could not be done alone, even if that was what Bennett determined he would forever be, deep in the back of his brain.

Which is why you were such an anomaly.

You were the last person he spoke to that night. He was a complete mess. His shirt was damp with beer and some white wine, his white locks were a birds nest with the goggles sliding off slowly, and his eyes looked devoid of life as he took a deep inhale and they brightened up again. This was his last chance. You were the one who was either going to make or break this plan.

“Hello stranger! I am the great Bennett, and I was wondering if you would be able to help assist me with a mission that was posted on the tavern walls. It’s about the hilichurl camp by Liyue! Although I am rather strong, I need some help so it’s done more efficiently and faster. I’m even willing to split the Mora with you that we make out of it! What do you say?” Bennett recited his lines again, as if he was in an interview of sorts. His leafy green eyes watched as you scrunched up your eyebrows, as if thinking and examining him. Your face was blank other than that, lips in a straight line and hand cupping your cheek. Bennett found it to be quite terrifying. It was such an intimidating look, in fact, that he was about to ask you to forget about it before you spoke first.

“Sure.” You stated simply, a smile forming on your face as you crossed your arms.

“Ahhh, understood, I’ll get goi- WAIT!” The pyro boy turned to look right at you as he gasped. His face was one of shock morphed with a cute, ecstatic look. One could compare it to a puppy of sorts. You were not meant to say yes. You were meant to be like everyone else and reject him. He was dumbfounded as he grabbed a hold of your shoulders and tilted his head.

“You’re not joking?!”

“Course not! Why would I do such a thing?” You rebuked before he giddily jumped up and down while pulling you up to a sweet hug. It was a gentle and firm one, though, he pulled away quickly after realizing he still wreaked of alcohol. You told him you didn’t mind it though, making him rub the back of his head sheepishly and laugh. You two would converse for the night, agreeing to meet up at the gate the next morning so he could lead the way to the camp and also split the mora gained evenly. After the small chat, you would leave the tavern to stay at the local inn for the night and get some rest. Bennett’s eyes were trained on you as the door then closed, realization hitting him like a truck: he found someone. He found a real person to take on a mission. Better yet, they were as gorgeous as they were strong. This was better than any dream he could have made up. Bennett decided he had to turn in for the night soon after you left, taking a spot in his cozy bed under the sheets. His eyes closed as the curtains rustled at the soft wind that blew through the window. The pyro’s last thought before going to bed was that he truly hoped that you would fulfill your end of the deal and show up.

And you kept your promise. You were there as the morning sun rose to reflect your beautiful skin, hair flowing gently in the light breeze as he ran up to you and froze. You looked powerful now that you were out of the tavern and he could see you properly. You had on your adventure gear, dressed appropriately for a mission that required taking out many enemies. What caught his attention, though, was your white cape with golden accents that flowed from behind. Flicking your hood down and off your head, your face was now fully visible as you watched him stare. He was adorable, like a little baby who was just discovering the world for the first time.

“You’re really gonna do this with me?” Bennett asked in wonder. His face was blank as a smirk landed itself on your features. You positioned yourself to stand upright, away from the wall you were leaning on as you held your weapon of choice in your dominant hand. As for the other, you outstretched it towards him with a grin.

“Lead the way.”

Bennett didn’t even have to think twice about it as he eagerly took your hand into his own gloved one and began to lead you out of the city and into the wilderness. He seemed to be very hyper from what you could tell, as he couldn’t seem to stop commenting on how he was destined for greatness, or how thankful he was that you were going to come along with him. He also bombarded you with questions about yourself as well, like if this was your first time in Mondstadt or what kind of element you had control over. He was easily excited, but especially when you told him that you were a traveler that had been moving around place to place to see the sights of the world. It was why you were so strong, you had defeated a wide range of enemies, great and small, on your journeys. Bennett was fascinated by that, drawing him to be more and more curious about you. Alas, the questions and storytelling had to wait. You two had arrived at the camp, and it was time to take some enemies down.

You two ended up making a fantastic duo of sorts. With his sword and experience, he was able to cut down enemies with ease. You did the same, your speed and agility outmatched as you two basically made a massacre out of the camp. His fire would spread through the long grass, and with the natural wind, spread quickly to begin burning it all down. You were quick to come to his aid when he would sometimes get backed against the rocks or a tree, helping him heal with some quick magic you had learned. It wasn’t anything special, but it was enough to keep him up and moving. With such precision and perseverance, your duo was able to defeat the camp with relative ease. However, both you and Bennett were still tired from fighting for so long. You two were out of breath as the fire died out, heaving for air as you gave him a head pat and grinned.

“You did amazing out there. You’re a talented pyro user as well, I’m impressed.” There you went again, making him all confused as he sat there. You just complimented him. A powerful traveler, that has practically defeated every sort of monster there is out there, was impressed by him. Bennett, the unlucky, was impressive? For the first time, he was rendered speechless as he looked at you. It was now night, the moon high in the sky as it illuminated your face. Oh goodness, you looked ethereal. The way the stars were reflected in your eyes, the way the gold of your cape sparkled and flowed behind you, the way you smiled at him, like he was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. The only thing that stopped the comfortable silence between you two was the fact that he shivered when a breeze brushed against his pale, scar littered skin. You snapped out of it and looked him up and down, noticing how a lot of his skin was exposed to the chilly night.

“Here, take this.” You told him as you unbuttoned your cape, taking it off your shoulders. With one swoop, you draped it over his own figure, being as gentle as possible as you buttoned it up again. Bennett was reduced to continuing to stay silent as you clothed him. You placed the hood up on top of his head, a hand on your hip as you grinned at him. It was a bit big on him but nonetheless, it was rather cute. You used your other hand to take his chin gently, making him look you in the eyes. He was rather happy that the hood cast a bit of a shadow, because his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as he was forced to look at you.

“Huh. Looks better on you than it does me.” You commented before he seemed to regain his ability to speak.

“You need this more than me! I-i’m literally a pyro user, I c-can heat myself-” You hushed him, letting go of his chin as you put a finger to his peach pink lips.

“Doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t waste your energy to heat up, especially since we have to walk back to town. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse weather situations.” He glanced down at your finger, and then back to you as you dropped your hand and began walking down the path again, back towards the city. Why did you have to be so, so...enchanting? And you were so smooth as well! He had never been so flustered when talking to someone, heck, he was the one who was meant to be doing most of the talking! Though, he supposed that him being talkative didn’t equate to being able to flirt. But something about the thought of you leaving made him pout. It was as if the butterflies were leaving his stomach, but they left him emptier than before.

Bennett refused to be lonely anymore. Not when he had you.

“Hey, darling!~ Would you stop standing there and staring off into space? I know I look wonderful tonight, but we gotta get a move on! We won’t be able to get to town and rest our weary bones if you keep this up!~” You called out to him, making him shake his head and refocus. Right, a bed. Sleep did sound rather good right now, along with a shower and something to quench his thirst. He ran and caught up to you, walking by your side as he grinned. He began to already ask about other missions that the two of you could do together, like gathering supplies for the alchemist or helping around the town for some spare Mora here and there. Bennett then stopped for a moment again, looking at you.

“Would you like to work together again?” There was a moment of silence before you nodded.

“I think I would. We make a great team.” Bennett then continued walking with you, as if time didn’t just stop for a second as he went back to his usual, bubbly nature. The more he thought about it, the happier it made him. More adventures to be made. More memories to be created. All with you at his side the entire time.

And you would make all the difference.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

The argument with Nana: Seokjin’s POV 

kim seokjin x reader warnings; angst 🥴 words; 1,486

Takes place just before chapter viii 

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

“Oh, shoot. I forgot the salad.” Seokjin realised suddenly. “I’ll be one sec, honey.” He kissed you on the cheek as you finished arranging the dishes you’d both prepared. He was careful when he stood, making sure not to land in anything and risk being shouted at. 

“Don’t start without me.” He warned, playfully smacking your ass before he began to walk away. 

“What will you do about it?” You called out to him. 

“If you’re feeling brave, I guess you’ll find out.” He shouted back with a laugh, retreating inside the house. 

Weekends with you always meant a lot to him. Don’t get him wrong, he loved it when Arin spent time with you both too, but he knew it was important to make time for just the two of you. You’d had such a blissful time yesterday which had turned slightly naughty later on in the evening… but Sundays were always his favourite. There was something about waking up next to you on a Sunday morning, feeling your body warmth, the softness of your skin as he clung to you and the scent of it too as he attached his mouth to your neck. Sundays were meant for lazy morning sex. It was law. 

(He’d tried it on in the shower too, but it hadn’t worked… You were hellbent on having this picnic.)

As he made his way into the kitchen, spotting the bowl of salad on the island, the intercom started ringing. That was odd. Was he expecting a delivery? He moved down the hallway and picked up, unable to keep the confusion out of his voice. “Hello?” 

“Let me in. Now.” 

It took him a moment to place the frosty voice on the other end of the line, feeling a surge of irritation that only his ex-wife seemed to be able to pull out of him. Then he grew worried. What on earth could be wrong? “Nana? What are you doing here?” His mind flew to Arin but before he could ask, Nana’s voice filled with venom. 

“Open the gates, Seokjin,” she bit, impatient and angry for reasons he had no clue about. There was silence and then – “Or are you too busy with your girlfriend?”

The way she snarled the word had dread instantly heavy in his stomach. He thought of you outside waiting for him and totally oblivious to the potential escalation opening these gates could cause. But he had no other choice. There was no getting out of it, even if every bone in his body screamed at him not to hit the button. After all, he’d done this to himself, and now it was time to face the consequences. The ramifications he’d caused by his foolery and cowardice. 

“Opening,” he muttered, knocking his ex-wife off before she could reply. He looked down the hall, knowing that across the other side of the house you were safe and sound, waiting for him to get back. He hesitated, feeling torn, but again, too much of a coward, he left you there and turned in the opposite direction, getting to the front door and ripping it open. He didn’t have time to dwell on the potential damage this could cause. 

He could feel his anger bubbling to the surface as soon as he saw Nana’s car speeding up to the front of his house. She hit the brakes with a screech, her face livid, and that’s when he noticed Arin in the back seat. He rushed forward, yanking the door open just as Nana jumped out the car. 

“Arin, what’s wrong?” He demanded, noticing the way she was teary eyed. 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she apologised, her voice tiny and quivering. 

“Don’t you dare apologise, Arin,” Nana iced, barging past him to unfasten their daughter’s seatbelt. “Your father is the one that needs to say sorry.” 

Arin hiccupped as she got out of the car and Nana cluing to her hand. 

“I don’t understand what’s happening–” he tried to begin. 

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Nana laughed dryly, disregarding him instantly. “You know exactly what you’ve been doing for god knows how long.” She made a beeline for the front door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demanded, dashing forward to block her way. “Excuse me. You can’t just barge into my home.” 

“Daddy?” Arin looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. Fuck. She thought he was stopping her from entering too. 

Nana raised tall, a slow, sly smirk spreading across her face. “This is Arin’s home too, and she wants to go inside.” She looked down at their daughter, voice soft now. It turned his stomach. “Don’t you, darling?” 

She was using Arin as a weapon. Again. She used to love doing that when they were still married. But he had no other choice but to let her in. She smirked victoriously as he stepped aside and wasted no time walking inside, making a confident turn into the living room. She’d been here many times before, when this was his parents’ home. She knew her way around perfectly, which just made him even madder. 

He stormed in behind her. “Quit the bullshit and tell me what the hell is going on.” Although, he already had a fair idea. He had known Arin could inform her mother of his relationship with you at any time. Of course he had, but he’d pushed the thought aside and carried on inside his happy little bubble. After all, he knew Nana had zero interest in hearing about him. 

The truth always came out in the end, though…

“You’re mad I’m in a relationship?” He added mockingly, pushing his fears aside expertly. “That’s rich.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jin,” she scoffed, before her stare hardened. “I’m mad because you’re trying to replace me.” 

Seokjin frowned, trying to make sense of her words. “What are–”

“How dare you tell my daughter to call another woman stepmother. Imagine how I felt hearing Arin call a stranger that?!” 

Now, he was lost. She’d put two and two together and come up with five. “Nana, I have no clue what you’re going on about.” 

“Don’t do that,” she warned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t try to make me feel stupid. I’m done falling for that.” 

Seokjin couldn’t help but roll his eyes, trying to tell himself to keep calm. She was trying to get a rise out of him. As always. He took a steady breath, trying his best to keep his voice calm. “Arin has never called Y/N her stepmother.” 

“Y/N,” Nana sneered, greatly amused. “Sounds cheap.” 

Seokjin couldn’t help it, he saw red instantly. He gritted his teeth, speaking slow, with warning. “Shut your mouth now.” 

Nana grinned, her stare unwavering. “Or what?” 

Seokjin could feel his anger rising to the surface, it was getting harder and harder to ignore it. Especially with her condescending face right in front of him. She knew exactly how to push his buttons. He’d by now totally forgotten that you were in the garden waiting for him. He’d forgotten that his daughter was here in the room, witnessing this whole thing. 

At the sudden realisation, he looked down, noticing the way Arin clung to her mother’s hand, terrified and upset. He came to his senses immediately. He’d sworn never to argue in front of her again. She’d already been caught in the middle one too many times. It wasn’t fair on her. He was an embarrassment. 

He sighed tiredly and looked back to his ex-wife. “You need to go. I’ve had enough of listening to your farcical stories.” 

Nana however, seemed to want to continue traumatising their child. “FARCICAL?!” She shouted, letting out a mocking cackle. He hated that sound. “The only thing farcical right now is you.” 

He wouldn’t rise to her goading. That was what she wanted. But before he could tell her just that, Nana’s attention landed on the door. “Oh, and this is her, right?” 

Seokjin’s heart sank as he followed her gaze and saw you stood in the doorway, face contorted in confusion. Your eyes found his and he couldn’t help but murmur your name, his hand reaching for yours as he stepped towards you. He was selfish. That’s what it boiled down to. His palm was clammy as he squeezed yours, the result of his guilt. He needed this moment because whatever followed now could potentially end with you hating him. Just like Nana did. 

“Yes, here she is!”  Nana laughed harshly, needing no reply. 

Seokjin groaned quietly, rubbing his free hand across his face before he took a deep breath. This was is fault, and he knew it. But it was probably too late now to diffuse the situation, no matter how hard he’d try. 

Nana looked right at you as she sneered words that still made zero sense to him. “The stepmom!” 

He felt fresh anger curl inside his gut.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[moonlightlullaby]

Joining the call, we’re welcomed by the amigops, Brooke, Karl and Bretman.

“So, everyone, this is my older brother, Dylan!” 

“What’s up, guys? Nice to meet y’all!” variations of hi’s and hello’s hit our ears all at once.

“Hey, Dylan!” Karl chimes after them “Good to see- well, talk to you again, man!” 

“Oh yeah! Thanks for helping us the other day.” Corpse sounds much more relaxed now - I mean, eveyone does… Bottom line is that streaming, however authentic and open you are with your viewers, does put a strain on you, so hearing everyone - myself included - more loose doesn’t really come as a surprise.

“Yeah, wish I could’ve done more. It sucks that you still lost.”

“Hey!” I elbow his side, causing him to dramatically gasp and fake cry and everyone in the call to laugh.

“Yeah, about that, you shouldn’t mention it around Alex. He’s still super bitter about it.” I giggle at Karl’s remark and, on cue, none other than Alex joins the voicechat.

We keep chatting as more people join us, introducing themselves to my brother - and Dave to both of us since it’s our first interaction ever. I’m really intrigued to see how he plays.

Dyl and I have decided to megazord today and play as one - not without some whining from Alex. He’s claimed it would be unfair and disproportional - even though no one else seemed even slightly bothered by it - and has only agreed with it after I’d exposed my brother’s pathetic skills in among us - earning me a glare and a light punch from Dyl - and reminded him of how much better a victory would feel knowing he didn’t trick eight people, but nine.

With Tina’s arrival, we all agree on who will be playing the first round and get the game started. CREWMATE flashes on the screen. Alright, let’s try and stay alive.

Yeah, that didn’t work out. 

For some reason - read: lack of functioning braincellls -, Dyl wanted to do simon says first and, since the universe loves screwing us over, of course Ludwig would walk in and shoot our astronaut just as we’re about to finish the task - after having already failed twice, may I add. Both of us just stop and stare - I, at the ceiling; Dyl, at the white little guy flopped over - before we burst into laughter. 

“Of course this would happen!” he shakes his head and, being his persistent self, opens the task to start all over.

And just in case you’ve ever doubted Murphy’s law, you should definitely reconsider it because guess what happens next: right before Dyl presses the last button, an emergency meeting is called. 

“Alright, fuckers, who did it? Who would hurt my baby girl Y/N like this?” although I feel very honored to see Brooke defending me with so much passion, I can’t contain the giggles that escape my mouth at the contrast between how threatening and intimidating she’s trying to sound and how she actually sounds.

The meeting is not productive at all. No one is sussed and everyone skips. “Don’t worry, D and missy Y/N, we’ll get whoever had the audacity to do this. I promise!” Sweet, Bret, sweet!

When “No one was ejected. (Skipped)” takes over the screen, a low, soft sound fills my ears. However, by the time my brain catches up, the sound’s stopped. Corpse was humming ‘cheater’! Yes, the infamous 2008 nightmare of a song I was stupid enough to share with him!

“Did you show him?” my wide-eyed brother whispers to me. I immediately shush him while muting ourselves at the speed of light. “Dylan!” I whisper-shout, turning to face him. This asshole is smirking! 

I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, mentally throwing daggers at him and setting his body on fire. I open my mouth, but, before any sound can leave it, a notification pops up: a private message from the one and only boyinaband. A glance at my brother tells me his mind is somewhere else already as he pets Fiyero - I mean, our family’s never been known for our impeccable attention; who would’ve expected it to be any different now? -, so I open his message.

hey, y/n!

don’t mean to make things awkward at all, but i’d like to thank you for whatever you’ve told corpse

yk, he tends to shut off when things get hard, but he reached out the other day for help and company

so thanks

Why is he-? How does he-? What-? I’m…

Has Corpse said anything about me to Dave? Why would he do that? 

No, no... No, Dave might have just guessed it since Corpse and I are constantly talking

...right? 

Yes, yes, it has to be it.

oh also, it’s great getting to meet you and play with you!

you’re really cool indeed :)

Y/N: oh there’s nothing to thank me for, really

but i’m really glad we’ve met too!

i love your content btw and you’re funny af

Dave: thx! 

so it’s lud and...?

he killed me so gracefully idk how to feel

Y/N: jshdfgjhdgfkwfgjewv

fuck idk either

Speaking of imposters, all of our tasks are yet to be done, I should get back to them.

After that round - in which, by the way, Brooke was the other imposter and carried the entire thing after Lud vented in front of Tina, wasn’t able to catch her and got ejected -, the afternoon went on pretty smoothly.

Dylan and I arguing every 2 minutes about what strategy we should follow and ending up with a no-strategy approach. Friends killing - and being killed by - friends, lying to friends, throwing friends under the bus… you know, very friendly things. Dylan and Bretman basically ignoring everyone else and isolating themselves in their own bubble for half of the time. Everyone just vibing to miscellaneous tunes - from Dolly Parton to Wilbur Soot, from CORPSE to BLACKPINK -, and chatting, laughing and having a good time as Toast had proposed.

Without the distraction of an audience and the pressure of being funny or 666 IQ, I got to actually talk to and learn more about Leslie, Dave - who (I was right) is a sweetheart and with whom I hit it off instantly -, Sean, Toast himself and, well, pretty much everyone. 

It’s so crazy how, in a little over one month, you can connect so much with these many people! Some who were complete strangers to you until then and others who you already admired and looked up to… and now, you can call them all your friends. It’s insane!

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chapter 12: what friends do

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Broken Mirror: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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“Please, come in,” Evan Davenport greeted when you finally showed up at his house. You, Gideon, Hotch, and Spencer went to his house while Elle and Derek met Cheryl at the crime scene. “I have six people on my staff. I have three bodyguards. They've all had polygraphs. Everybody's been vetted.”

“Have they all have alibis for the night of the kidnapping?” Hotch asked. Entering the house, you looked around at family pictures and little trinkets they ad at the house. Sometimes, those are the biggest clue about who a person is and what they are capable of. There were a lot of people at the house to make sure it wasn’t bugged so that Evan’s team can come in and set up their equipment.

“All accounted for by the local FBI field office. Cheryl flew in yesterday. I'm just making sure that she's not alone even for--sorry, I just feel like I'm suffocating here. I just want somebody to tell me that she's okay.”

“Dr. Reid,” Gideon called for him, waiting until he was by his side. “What do the statistics tell us?”

“If you follow their instructions and give them the money, your daughter will be returned.”

“Done. This house is bug free,” an FBI agent from the local field office announced. The head bodyguard or whatever he was called in for their equipment. His name is Vincent Shyer, but there was something off about him. You couldn't place exactly what it was, but you were going to make sure he was watched very closely by your eye.

“Alright, bring it in!”

“Gideon,” you whispered, motioning him to come over. “I’m getting a weird vibe from Vincent. Like weirder than normal. Almost as if I can feel Trish’s energy all over him.”

“Keep an eye on him. We can’t rule anyone out.”

“Okay,” you nodded slightly. He left your side to go back to the group to question the father some more, leaving you alone.

“So, what are your theories so far about this kidnapper?”

“That he targeted you for a reason. Every line of the letter starts with the word ‘you’. He's angry at you and probably feels like you owe him. That everything you own, you don't deserve,” Hotch answered.

“From the language in the ransom we most likely believe that he's working alone,” you added from your corner of the room. Looking at the agents, you just gave them a smile before heading over to the group. “So, your daughters are identical twins?”

“They're not entirely identical. They're mirror twins. Some of Trish's organs are on the right side that should be on the left. Doctors assured us that it wasn't life-threatening,” Evan explained, showing your team the book that explained the condition in detail. Spencer took it, opened it, and began reading it. Along with Evan’s team’s equipment, you brought some of your own to monitor the call which Hotch was getting set up right now. He was going to make sure that when this bastard called, he would track him.

“Situs inversus,” Spencer said from his spot, naming the condition that Evan just described. He ran his finger down the length of the page quickly since his mind could process that many words per minute. He was flying through the pages at an incredible speed, and Evan kept watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“They had self-defense training?” Gideon asked.

“Yeah. I insisted on it. The protective detail rankled when they hit puberty, and I was sure that they would refuse their bodyguards when they left for college,” he stuttered at the end, turning to Spencer to address his reading skills. “Excuse me. Can you actually read that fast?”

“Our conscious minds can process sixteen bits of information per second. Our unconscious, however, can process eleven million,” Spencer informed, going back to the book.

“That’s his talk of yes, he can read that fast,” you chuckled.

“If whoever took her wants me to blow cases or suppress evidence or stand down--”

“What makes you think it's someone you prosecuted?” Gideon interrupted him.

“Well, I have money, but I don't have millions. I mean, what else could it be?”

“In our experience, Mr. Davenport, every case is different,” you said.

Once the rest of the team and Cheryl was back safe in the house, it was almost eight. The call monitoring system was all ready to go, and Evan was going to be the one to answer the call. He didn’t know how to use the system, but Spencer was showing him how.

“This button answers the call,” he explained, pointing to the right ones, “this button makes everyone in the room silent. It'll flash red. You'll be able to hear his side of the conversation. He won't be able to hear us.”

“We'll be running the trace through the field office, but you're in good hands with agent Gideon and his team,” Vincent assured. There was something completely off about him, even after he and his team left to go track it through the field office where they work. There was something wrong, and it bugged the shit out of you that you couldn’t place it.

“You think Cheryl's a whack job because she claims she can feel her sister's anxiety?” Elle spoke to Derek in the kitchen which was right next to you. Leaving your post, you approached the duo.

“I never said whack job.”

“Actually there may be a physiological basis for it,” you said. “Reversed asymmetry monozygotic eggs split late between nine to twelve days.”

“Don’t tell me there’s another one of Reid,” Derek groaned.

“How do you think I got two PhDs at my age? I may not be a genius with an IQ of 187, but I do know a lot,” you grinned.

“She’s actually right,” the young genius said as he joined the group. “The DNA matches right down to the very last stranded code, and there's sporadic documentation of shared physiological pain.”

“You believe it?” Derek asked after staring at you for a good minute.

“No, I'm just saying it's possible. I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do.”

“I never said that. When have I ever said that?”

“Every day since I met you.”

“This morning at breakfast,” you added.

“Yesterday when he beat you at cards,” Hotch interjected with a grin. “Um, we've got one minute.”

“Anybody ever heard of sarcasm?” Derek scoffed, following the group back into the main room where everyone was waiting. Evan was very nervous, almost to the point of sweating, but he was trying to remain calm. Cheryl, on the other hand, wasn’t doing too well visually. The emotional energy in this room was very nerve racking, it was almost getting to you.

“Remember keep your voice even and calm and agree with everything he says,” Gideon instructed.

“He's late,” Evan sighed impatiently when the clock read 8:02 pm.

“He'll call. Just try to relax. This is his strategy. He wants you on edge,” you said.

“Remember to repeat any important information he gives you to make sure you understand. You try to keep him talking to reveal something about Trish or about himself,” Gideon encouraged. The phone began ringing, and just to keep the unsub stewing a bit, Gideon let the phone ring for a few more seconds before pressing the button that answered the call.

“This is Evan Davenport.”

“Hello, Mr. Davenport,” the unsub spoke. For a split second, you got a flash of Vincent’s face. It disappeared as quickly as it came, but it left you confused as to why you got that image.

“Are you the man who has my daughter Patricia?”

“I have your daughter.”

“Can I ask you--”

“You may ask me nothing,” he interrupted. “This is not an interrogatory. You will only listen to my instructions.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

“But I will not give them to you. I do not want to talk to you, Mr. Davenport. I want to talk to her. I want to talk to Cheryl,” he revealed. Gideon pressed the button that muted the call so that the unsub couldn’t hear anything the room was saying.

“What's he doing?” Evan asked.

“What most of the offenders we catch try to do is establish dominance,” Derek explained.

“How long can we keep him on hold?” Elle questioned.

“We can’t put her on,” you stated the obvious.

“Why not? I want to help. I'll talk to him,” Cheryl jumped at the chance to hear her sister’s voice.

“Cheryl doesn't have the authority that Davenport holds. He shouldn't want to talk to her.”

“I think that she should speak to him,” Elle determined.

“Do I need to repeat myself? I want to talk to Cheryl. Put her on the phone. Now,” the unsub grew impatient on the other line.

“No,” Evan shook his head.

“I think she should speak to him. He wants to talk to her. The more he speaks, the more he reveals.”

“She is right, Gideon,” Derek sighed.

“He has my sister!”

“No,” Gideon shook his head. “Y/N, you do it.”

“Okay,” you whispered, switching places with him. It was either you or Elle, and you had the more delicate voice which would best represent Cheryl’s.

“I’m waiting,” the unsub sighed. Once the room got silent, you pressed the button and began speaking.

“Okay, this is Cheryl.” No answer. “This is Cheryl.”

“I have Patricia by my side. I know her voice, so therefore, I know her sister's. Get off the phone. I want Cheryl. I'll give you 60 seconds. If you don't put her on the phone, I will hang up, and you will never hear from me or Patricia again.”

“Prep her,” Gideon said once the call was muted. Taking a seat next to Cheryl who took your spot, you had to make sure she was ready.

“Fifty seconds.”

“This guy's arrogant. Let him know that he's in control. Let him guide the conversation.”

“Forty.”

“Use your sister's name. Say my sister Trish or her name's Patricia. Talk about her.”

“Thirty-five.”

“Let him get to know her through you. Don't veer off topic.”

“Got it,” Cheryl nodded.

“I know you’re scared, okay? But this is really important that you follow what I say. Agree with him.”

“Twenty-five seconds.”

“Tell him that you understand him. I know this is going to be very difficult, but empathize with him. If you do so, he might reveal where he’s holding her.”

“Twenty.”

“Let him know that he didn't mean to hurt Trish or go this far, and that he can fix it. He has a chance to show that he's a kind and forgiving person by letting your sister go.”

“Ten seconds.”

“If you don’t know what to say, I’ll be right here to help you. I know a thing or two about empathizing.”

“Three, two, one.”

“This is Cheryl,” the young woman spoke a second after the countdown ended.

“Hello, Cheryl. How are you?”

“I'd be a lot better if I knew that my sister Patricia is okay.”

“I can tell you have a lot of empathy, Cheryl. You care about others.”

“Yes, I do, and it sounds like you understand,” she sniffled, but tried to keep her sobs silent.

“You mean that I empathize? Yes. I do. Very much. I empathize. I empathize with you, Cheryl. I know you want to be with your sister.”

“Yes, I want Trish back.”

“Good. Tell me what you want, Cheryl. I'm very interested. Tell me all about yourself. What's your favorite color?” he asked, and you were quick to press the mute button.

“Don’t answer that. Stay on the topic of Trish,” you informed, pressing the button once more to unmute it.

“If I tell you, will you let me talk to my sister?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I like blue,” she said, letting a tear roll down her cheek.

“How ordinary. Do you like chocolate, Cheryl?” he asked, but received no answer. He was growing impatient, so he repeated the question in a much slower done. “Do. You. Like. Chocolate?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I do as well,” he laughed.

“Please, let me talk to my sister. All I want to do is hear her voice. Please,” she begged. There was some skuttle on the other end, and you hoped Trish was alive enough to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Cheryl?” Trish’s voice sounded groggy like she didn’t know where she was or if she was hopped up on drugs.

“Trish!”

“Cher, is that you?”

“Trish, it's me. I'm here. Are you okay?” Cheryl asked, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Cher, I can't,” the other sister whimpered.

“Where are you? What do you see?”

“I-I see the moon,” she groaned. The same skuttle sounded, and the phone was taken from the other sister.

“Trish!”

“Have 500,000 ready,” the unsub spoke.

“Let me talk to her!”

“$500,000 is what I'm owed. The Davenports will wait by the phone. You will receive a call with precise instructions in exactly 15 minutes,” the unsub said right before hanging up. Your eyes went to Spencer since he was the one doing the tracing.

“Were your able to trace it?” Gideon asked.

“No. He's probably using a disposable cell phone. They're impossible to trace.”

“She said she could see the moon.”

“She sounded delirious.”

“She was sedated,” you concluded. “It could have been a light.”

“If he's keeping her drugged, it might mean he's not very strong. He might have to keep her weak just so he can dominate her,” Derek observed.

“Or he's keeping her quiet,” Elle added.

“Has Davenport told us everything about his staff?” Gideon wondered.

“Oh, yeah, we have detailed reports but we should probably revisit background on household staff aides and current docket.”

“Pay close attention to Vincent,” you blurted out softly.

“Why? What is it?” Hotch whispered to you.

“I don’t know. All I know is that when the unsub started talking, I got a flash of Vincent’s face. Isn’t it a bit weird that they both sounded the same?”

“Similar, yes. I’ll have Garcia check it out.”

“Thanks,” you nodded.

“He said owed,” Gideon interrupted, thinking out loud.

“$500,000. His demand sounded scripted, like he was reading it to us,” Spencer remarked.

“But the rest of the conversation wasn't. He was his most relaxed just talking to Cheryl,” you conversed.

“What does that mean?” Evan stressed.

“He might know her already.”

“How quickly can you get the money?” Gideon wondered. Deciding to let Gideon handle him, you looked to your left to see Cheryl in the kitchen with a bottle of alcohol in her hand. Sighing, you left their side to join the underaged girl and took both the glass and bottle out of her hand.

“Look, I know I shouldn't drink, but under the circumstances, do you think you could let this one slide?” she sighed.

“I know it’s hard, but we need you at your best.”

“Have you had many cases like this?”

“I’ve seen my share of abductions, yes.”

“I don't know how you do this job. How do you stomach it?”

“Sometimes I don’t. I’m not your normal FBI agent. I see more than most, and I feel it. I’m an empathic psychic. Whether you believe in that sort of thing or not is up to you, but I feel your pain and I feel your sister’s fear as if it were my own. She’s close, but I don’t know where. No matter where I go, all I see are abductions, murders, and everything else you can see. For the most part, all these criminals are just cowards. There's nothing I'd rather do more than put the bastards away.”

“I just wish you could get them before they snatch someone,” Cheryl sighed sadly.

“Trish is alive, I can feel it. I know you can too. You've trusted your feelings this far. Hold onto that.”

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Bury Me In Bliss (Prt 1)

Y/N P.O.V.

I grew more and more upset with hearing my husband rant about how the resort we were staying at didn't have shrimp cocktails. Mind you we were on our honeymoon so all I wanted to do was relax and enjoy ourselves. But all that I have experienced has been him doing work as if he isn't on vacation and him complaining. It had me wondering if I had made the wrong decision, but I loved him dearly.

"I'm going to the pool to relax babe." I announce to him as I gather my things into my bag.

"mmhm yeah baby enjoy" he responds without even looking up from his laptop.

I glance at him after I've finished making my bag. He didn't even flinch to try to come with me; I roll my eyes. Work seems more important to him then our relationship, whatever, I just needed to get away from this atmosphere.

Walking out of the hotel suite we shared I feel the breeze of the nearby ocean hit me as I decide to take the stairs today. It gave me time to really experience life and indulge myself in it. Once I make it downstairs passing by the front desk the clerk greets me telling me to have a nice day. I smile thanking her as I set out to the pool.

As I start walking I find that I can't find my way to the pool even though I was following signs. I make a turn going into a secluded walk way covered by walls of wild flowers on each side. I stop pulling out a pamphlet I packed in my bag before I left our room. From where my location was it seems I wasn't far from the resort's pool. Without realizing it I was unconsciously walking and reading. However, soon I bumped into something or someone.

"Omg I'm so sorry" I quickly try to apologize glancing up.

"Are you lost babygirl?" She says.

Oh I was lost alright. I was lost for words, sentences, even a simple smile to be polite couldn't be conjured up. She looked like someone out of a movie, someone you wouldn't normally see in real life. Her jet black shiny hair flown down her back as beautiful tattoos dawned her arms. She wore a white bottom skirt and a black bikini top that her big breasts toppled over in. I had to snap myself out of my thoughts before I looked more weird just mesmerizing her.

"N-no I'm good thank you" I respond looking to the ground to avoid those strong brown eyes that seems to swallow me whole.

I look back to see if anyone is behind me because this walk way was pretty small and seemed to be an area that people would come through or at least for my bikini bottom's I hope so. Turning back around I prepare to scurry off to my destination, but when I look she is no where to be found. It was as if she was never there, more of a figment of my imagination. I chuckle softly to myself before continuing on my way.

Once I make it to the pool I smile at seeing families playing having fun doing, couples enjoying one another, and then there's me. I was all alone on a honeymoon that was supposed to be spent with my workaholic husband. Laying down one of the lounge chairs I find the prefect shaded areas. After prepping my areas I lean back with my glasses on reading. Lover's Delight, was the perfect book, two lovers from totally different background find love between a rock and a hard place. Oh and it surely helped that the intimate scenes were very detailed.

I got lost in the book and didn't realize it was time for the pool to close. How didn't I hear the sound of splashing and laughter diminish. Looking around there was only about two crew members cleaning one of which had yell out to me about them closing soon. I get up packing up sighing, it had turned dark outside so the resort had tikis lite around almost every area.

The sound of the waves from the ocean front that wasn't too far was so soothing. I was in paradise and yet my mind still wondered to that beautiful women whose accent sent chills down my spine. I shouldn't have such a reaction towards her, when I've never met or seen her a day in my life. My daydream was broken by a shuffling sound that raised the hairs on my skin and gave me goosebumps. I was by myself, stupid Y/N.

I started to speed walk as the sound got louder. Once I turned a corner there stood two big buff dudes that looked like security guards and a shorter dude in the middle. He was covered in a nice designer silk shirt with black slacks on with a tooth pick leaning out mouth. He reeked of coach cologne, which I only knew because that's what I bought my husband for his present, My husband! My mind switched thinking what he must've been thinking where I was especially by this time.

"Your going to need to come with us ma'am" his rasp thick voice cut my ears.

I clear my throat fear seeping into my bones.

"No, I have to get back to my husband. So if you will excuse me" I say as I try to walk around them, but then am blocked.

"I wouldn't refuse if I were you. See we've talked to your husband already he doesn't mind one bit for you to come speak to my niece." He responds walking closer to me.

"Your niece? Why would I want to speak to her?" I ask backing away slowly.

"Well it's not so much you wanna speak to her as she really wants to speak to you. Which I can see why" He responds reaching his hand out to me.

I look down at it, it seemed to be my only ticket out of this seeing as my prick of a husband allowed for this to happen. A divorce was so going to be in the works for sure. It all happened so fast, accepting his offer they whisked me away someplace unknown. But oh boy was it beautiful, light shined bright on the outside making the golden beige walls show. Gorgeous bright flowers spread across the land, which could have been easily an acre or two. We pull up to the brick covered curved drive way, one of the buff guards helped me out.

"Welcome home" The persistent uncle laid his hand out to the house.

I raise my eyebrow shaking my head.

"I have a home already and this isn't it" I slightly bark at him.

The smug look on his face spoke volumes about how he didn't like my remark. I could tell my defiance against wanting to come was eating at him by the shift in his demeanor. Instead of responding he just walks away and the buff securities give me a light push to follow.

Soon a man with more guards comes rushing towards him. Geez are they all buff here. This man looked totally different from the uncle. His skin wasn't covered in tattoos and compared to the uncle's olive complexion he was much paler almost as if the sun completely forgot about him. Clear glasses sat upon his button nose and he looked flushed or anxious to speak to the uncle.

"Sir D'Angelo, your niece has been waiting your arrival. She's been getting very upset since you left." He says as he walks along side the uncle or Sir D'Angelo I should say.

He sighs heavily.

"I apologize, I had trouble getting whomever this is to her to come along." He scoffs.

"Nothing, I'm nothing to her." I call out rolling my eyes.

It was bad enough I had to be here despite my stupid husband agreeing to this whole ordeal, but then I had to here this guy's mouth? Yeah no.

The two men started to drift off into a conversation about what seemed to be family matters. From what I picked up by listening is that this niece of his was the next in charge since her father has passed and apparently she is quite the talk of a lot of people. Apparently not though because I've never heard of her.

We arrive at the front door and the securities make quick work of opening the doors for the three of us. If the outside wasn't impressive then the inside stole the show. Antiques, expensive cloths, and delicate furniture surrounded the parts of the house that I saw.

"Ahh my guest has arrived" I hear a thick familiar accent, it can't be.

There's no way it was her, she was just a figment of my imagination. The way she disappear earlier was too fast for even me. I turn towards the direction of her voice and there she was, she was real. Clad in a black and gold silk button up that had two buttons loose to showcase her chest with white pants that made the shirt the main event she stood tall. She easily hovered over me and as she walked up a smirk covered her face.

"Hey there babygirl" she spoke again.

There goes that word again, that word that sent chills down my spine. Her coming closer to me took me out of my gawking stare with her. She smelt of a Acqua di Gioia.

"Hello" I respond shyly focusing my eyes on something else anything really that wasn't her.

"Thank you for bringing her uncle. I begin to worry you had gotten lost old man" she smiles joking.

He lets out a big chuckle, and for the first time since I met him he smiled.

"You picked a tough one Gaia, good luck my love. I'll see you in the morning." He waves his good bye going to the other side of the house with a cigar now burning in his mouth.

"Picked? Picked me for what?" I asked now snapping my eyes to her.

"You need not worry about that, come let me show you to where you will be staying" she responds grabbing my waist walking me towards a dim lit hallway.

Wine colored drapes covered the walls as family pictures were posted on them. I was so taken back by this whole place that the fact that all these people were strangers and I was staying in a house with them hadn't crossed my mind yet. Being in her embrace as she walked me to what I assumed was going to be my room chilled me. Her grip on my waist enticed something in me, something that made me wet.

"Here's were you will be staying" she said as she opened a big brown door.

Inside was a bed covered in black cotton sheets, tile that had designs all on them, a big window that led to a balcony with a view of the ocean, and dressers & night stands. It was beautiful, but it seemed like someone already stayed in the room even as it was made up.

"I'm not sleeping anywhere until I'm told why I'm here" I persisted turning around towards her.

Her smile turned into a frown and right there I wanted to kiss her, no you don't your married remember? Oh yeah

"I don't want you to have to worry your pretty self about that. I'll tell you everything in the morning I promise." She walks over to me bringing me into her by my waist.

"Whatever, fine" it was the only short thing I could think of to avoid stuttering my life away.

"You can wash up in there. There's already clothes set aside in there for you." She resumes.

Yeah not creepy at all.

I place my things down in a nearby chair, then goes into the bathroom. The all white bathroom was a completely different look than what I had seen of the house so far. The shower completely covered the wall and the doors were glass meaning anyone could see through them, the tub was in another corner and was big enough for at least four people. The counter had two sinks and a full wall length mirror.

"This whole house is big" I say to myself.

I start the bathtub because there was no way in hell I was taking the chance of someone walking in on me while I was in the shower. I was confident in my body but not that confident. Once the tub was filled I stripped getting in the warm water enveloped me hugging every particle of my body.

As relaxing as the bath was I had to leave it. I got out drying off, draining the tub, and changing into the pajamas that were set for me. They were light blue panties with a button up top and shorts. Once I finished I walked out to find Gaia in the bed reading dressed in a similar pajama set like mine, but it was black and the bottoms were long. I noticed a slight bump towards the top but ignored it thinking it was an bubble from the pajamas being too big.

"Uh are you in here to tell me goodnight?" I asked slowly walking over to the bed.

"No, this is our bed, our room, our bathroom" she responds patting the spot next to her.

"Our? I'm married. The only ours I know is with my husband" I say standing by the ottoman at the end of the bed.

"Yes yes, the workaholic husband who is too busy all the time to attend to your needs. Tell me Y/N when was the last time that you busted?" A coy look crossed her face and her hazel eyes buried into my brown ones.

I could feel the tension in the room build and the wave in my stomach starting to flow. I twisted my head side ways slightly in a questioning matter.

"First off, how do you know my name? Secondly, why does it matter when's the last time I busted? It's none of your business" I responded.

Her lips curl into a smirk and she raises her eyebrows.

"Oh I know everything about you my darling. But what I don't know is how you seem satisfied with someone who barely pays you any mind. Someone who flew you cross countries just to stare at him laptop all day and he on work conferences." She says coming closer across the bed to me.

I unconsciously move backwards.

"He is a busy man, he is the boss he has to know everything. I get my needs the way I have to." My breathe hitches when she comes chest to chest with me with my back against the wall.

Her soft hand comes up to my chin lifting my head up towards her. Yeah she easily towered over me.

"How's that?" She husked out.

I was speechless. Her eyes were scanning every bit of my face searching for a response and when my mouth was agape she chuckled slightly.

"See babygirl I can treat you so much better I can learn how your body reacts to my touch" she leans into my ear and her breathe makes goosebumps cover my skin.

Her hands roam my body making me twitch some. She shouldn't have this effect on me especially because I'm married to my husband no matter how inconsiderate and stupid he can be sometimes. Breaking me out of my thought was the feeling of her hand caressing my thigh.

"No no, this is wrong. I'm married I love him dearly and I shouldn't be doing this." I push her back slightly, which didn't work because she was stronger than me.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that?" She looks down at me moving back some.

"I don't have to convince myself of something I know. Now if you excuse me I have to get back to my hotel." I refused to stay and get tempted by this oh so beautiful woman who at the moment I was ready to risk it all for.

Before I could reach to grab my bag she grabbed my arm spinning me back around into her. Her arms entrapped me in her embrace against her. Even after showering she smelled amazing like a rose garden.

"Your not going anywhere especially this dark and this far from your resort. Just stay and I'll show you what I have to offer." She said with a slight dominance sticking to her voice.

"Fine, but I'm leaving first thing in the morning" I respond wiggling out of her grip and over to I guess my side of the bed.

"Yeah we will se about that" she says going to her side.

We both get in, me scooted all the way to the edge of my side and her closer to the middle. She huffs seeing me turned away from her but besides to leave it be as it was so late.

*next morning*

The morning soon comes and when I wake up. I hear gurgles and moans, there's no way she is having sex in this room while I'm in it. I turn to see the bed empty and at the end of it the sight is shocking yet such a turn on. She was getting sucked off by some maid she must've had.

Her small grunts could be heard, but me shuffling in the bed made her look up towards me and put on a show. She started face fucking the girl who was enjoying being used as a example I guess.

"This could be you. I'd be much more gentle though and I have a feeling you'd enjoy this." She says picking up her pace fucking the girl's throat deeper.

I look at her raising my eyebrows to not give away the fact that she was right. I'd love for it to be me.

"You think using her as an example is going to turn me on or make me change my mind? I'm still going back to the resort, so you might as well save it." I reply getting out of the bed heading to the bathroom.

I freshen up brushing my teeth, which was really awkward considering she was face fucking some girl not to far from me and eventually came. I finished up washing my face, taking a towel I pat dried my face off. As I opened my eyes through the mirror she was looking at me with pure hunger in her eyes as she pulls up her pajama pants.

So that's what that bump was. A rod big enough to end someone up in the hospital, bigger than my husband I could tell you that. I blushed lightly covering it up with a clearance of my throat before walking out the bathroom going to grab my bag. She watches me this time and doesn't try to stop me. It was a bit disheartening because it was the opposite of what I wanted her to do.

I walk out trying to figure out where to go and stubble upon the dining area. A big wooden table was packed with breakfast; fruits, pancakes, biscuits, French toast, bacon, sausage, preservatives & jellies, coffee, juice, and tea. My mouth water and my stomach growled.

"I planned for us to eat something before we started our day. Though I expected it to begin much differently." Her addicting voice carried through the dining area.

I twitched a bit at the wetness building in my bottoms.

"No thank you. I just wanna get back to my hotel." I respond not sparing her glance.

"I would if I could darling" Gaia says.

"What do you mean? Just have the same security take me back, simple." I scrunch my face turning towards her.

"If you sit I'll explain, please Y/N. I'll feel much better when you eat." She nearly pleads.

I reluctantly sigh walking over and making a small quick plate with a cup of coffee.

"Now elaborate please." I say before popping a pineapple in my mouth.

She makes herself a hearty plate then of all the chairs at the table she sits next to me. Ironic. She leans back in the chair looking at me as if she was memorizing the way I looked.

"My family company has worked with your husband's company for years now. About a few months ago we flew in to have a meeting to introduce myself as the new head. I just so happen to see a lovely woman all hugged up on him before we all sat in the meeting room. Besides that we commenced the meeting and discovered how much work between the partnership needed to be done. So—" she stops mid story her eyes glued to my lips.

I look up at her waiting for her to finish her story.

"You've got something" Using a napkin she wipes my lip gently removing some dripping liquid from the fruits.

She clears her throat.

"Anyways, we started working on the partnership and the more we worked the more I found out about his beyond beautiful wife. I just knew I had to have you and when I found discrepancies in our partnership on his in I agreed to tarnish them if he made an agreement with me." She further explains.

"To spend time with me?" I question furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Of course and he hesitantly agreed saying he was grateful I didn't leave the partnership." She finished then dug into her food.

I however had lost my appetite and leant back in the chair. I couldn't believe that my husband agreed to have me damn near kidnapped just to spend time with someone who I have never met in my life. My mind was swimming, I couldn't process half of the information she had just given me.

"Umm excuse me for a second" I pushed myself away from the table, this time she didn't try to stop me.

I walked back to the same room I just came from walking over to the big window opening it a bit to get some fresh air. How was I supposed to take this? How was I supposed to approach my husband after this? I needed to talk with him.

I briskly walk back to the dining area. The table had been cleared off and she still sat drinking a cup of coffee. I went over to my bag searching for my phone. Once I find it, I see that I only have 5% battery, great. No missed calls from him, not even any messages. He already knew. I felt tears fill up in my eyes as I sit down defeated, what was the point of me trying to leave?

She sunk to her knees in front of me placing her hands on my thighs.

"Hey beautiful, your to pretty to be crying" she cooed wiping my tears.

I was to distorted to try to fight back or move away. There was no point anymore.

"How long?" I ask sniffling.

"How long for what?" She tilts her head like a confused puppy.

"A week give or take. Maybe forever if you let me in and let me be what he could never be" Her eyes shine bright in the sunlight that shone through the dining area window.

"You expect me let you in after a week? Especially after you just revealing all that to me." I scoff looking off in the view.

She shakes her head.

"No, I would want you to but I know it will be difficult to" Her thick Italian accent rasps through.

"Come on I want to show you something." She stands up holding out her hand.

I hesitantly take it. She walks me to an area of the house I had not seen. It was a very dull lit area, it had a very intricate library, a wooden desk and a nice rolling chair.

"It's not much but it's where I come when I can't think. When I need to get away from all this family business bullshit." She states as she runs her hands across her desk.

"You didn't choose it did you?" I ask inquisitively.

[bubbleweirdo]

Alegría

Chapter: 5/?

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Summary: A wild night for Joy.

Words: 2.917

Main relationship: Javier Escuella/OC

Other relationships: Charles Smith/OC, Arthur Morgan/OC

Characters: Van der Linde gang

Author's note: Hi, I'm back... For now, at least lmao

While trying to write chapter 6 I realized I never posted chapter 5 and that... maybe... it was time to do it................. Anyways, hope y'all find it enjoyable!

The same day she and Javier returned from the stage robbery, Dutch arrived at night with a boy riding behind him. Joy was on duty when The Count appeared with the two men on top of him. After greeting her, Dutch took him to the entrance of the camp, where they both dismounted. She followed them with her eyes curiously, but immediately focused back on her task. However she could hear from where she was how Dutch presented him to the others: Leonard Summers -“But you can call me Lenny!”-.

The next day after lunch, Dutch called her to his tent, where the newcomer was too.

“Miss Joy, would you be so kind as to take Mr. Summers into town? And by the way help him choose a good mount, I know you have an eye for it.” He asked with a charismatic smile.

“Sure, why not?” She replied looking at the guy. “Let’s go?”

“Uh, sure, let’s go.” He said with a kind smile.

Joy walked over to where the horses were grazing looking for Berry, who was rubbing her head against the body of Old Belle, Karen's mare. Before guiding her to the beginning of the road, she walked over to the Nokota and patted her on the neck. Once there she mounted and held out her hand to Lenny, which helped him up.

They trotted through the grove that led to the main road and headed for the town.

“And what has Dutch seen in you, Mr. Summers?”

“He saw me running away from bounty hunters and helped me avoid them. After that we talked, and well, here I am I guess.”

“Sounds like Dutch.” She chuckled.

“I’m very grateful. Since I was fifteen I’ve been alone, running from one place to another.”

“How old are you now?”

“Eighteen.”

Joy turned her head and looked at him, incredulous. It had seemed to her that he was at least twenty, like Sean or Mary-Beth.

“What?! That young?! I thought you were older.”

Lenny laughed out loud.

“That flatters me.”

“Now I feel like I'm babysitting.” She said playfully.

“That’s rude Miss Joy!” She burst out laughing and kept teasing him along the way. He was complaining but seemed to be having fun too. They arrived at the town stable and asked the stable keeper to show them his horses for sale. After taking a look at each one, Joy selected two: a grey Kentucky Saddler and a palomino Mustang.

“These babies are in great shape and look pretty sweet.” She said, stroking the face of the first. “I think you could use a horse like that, affable.”

He watched them both thoughtfully.

“I think I will keep this one.” He decided, pointing to the Mustang. The man nodded and while he went to look for the mare's documents his assistant began to prepare her to saddle and bridle her. When he returned, she was ready and Joy paid the corresponding amount while Lenny kept the papers.

“What are you gonna call her?” She asked once they were out.

“Maggie, I think.”

“Suits her. As sweet as her.” She smiled.

“Will you accompany me to the general store? I want to buy chewing tobacco. Then we can have a drink. He said walking towards the establishment.

“Okay!” The two of them entered the store and while Lenny picked up the box, Joy peered through the products. A fishing rod caught her attention. It looked consistent and was definitely in a better condition than the one Tommy used. He didn't complain about it but many times when she accompanied him to fish she could see how the reel wasn’t working exactly as it should. She remembered that it would be his birthday soon, maybe she could give him one. She had enough money to afford some of the more expensive ones but she didn't have much idea of which one would fit her brother better so she decided that she would ask Javier to accompany her when she went to buy it, he had more idea about that.

Lenny paid and they both headed for the saloon. There were quite a few people and a man played a happy tune on the piano. They ordered their drinks and sat at a table to talk.

“So you like horses?” He asked her, drinking from his glass.

“Yeah. My family used to have quite a few, we would sell them at Valentine's and Strawberry's stables, but when my parents passed away I couldn't deal with so many anymore so we just kept Berry. What do you like?”

“Reading, I guess. A lot of things can be learned.” Joy rested her chin on her hand.

“I envy you. I know how to read but it’s so boring…”

“That's because you haven't found one that you like.”

“Maybe. My mother started buying me romance novels when I was twelve and let me tell you, they were tedious. At first they were fine but when I grew up I realized that they were just absurd fantasies.”

“I heard they’re quite corny.” He commented.

“They are.” She huffed. “I suppose I am resentful because they put an idea in your head about what love is that in the end doesn’t match reality...” She took a drink from her whiskey.

“Hadn’t thought of that. Not that I have read any.” Lenny said with a shrug.

They continued talking for another couple of hours, they had gotten along well. Then Joy realized that a girl who was leaning against the wall behind Lenny kept looking at him. She was young, perhaps of his age, and had her brown hair half tied. It was clear from her gaze that she wasn’t exclusively interested in the money she could get out of him. She probably hadn't tried anything because Joy was there. She leaned across the table to whisper to him.

“Pssst. Pretty girl interested in you behind you.” He looked at her confused.

“What?”

“Good luck.” She rose from her seat and raised her voice enough that the girl could hear her well. “Sorry boy, I'm not interested in you, you're too young for me.” She sighed theatrically and walked away to the bar under the stunned gaze of her new friend. Out of the corner of her eye she could see how the girl sat in the seat that she had just left and began to talk to Lenny. He was nervous but she seemed to like that. After a while they both got up and went upstairs. Joy smiled to herself.

A man stood beside her at the bar. He was tall, because of how his clothes adapted to his body, he didn't seem very muscular, but neither was he untrained. His short black hair was slicked back but some strands fell on his forehead.

“Hello Miss.” He greeted her, fixing his green eyes on hers. Joy raised an eyebrow, amused. He was handsome.

“Hello Mister.”

“Can I invite you to a drink?”

“Sure. A whiskey for both of us.” She asked the waiter.

“I see that you have good taste.”

“So it seems.” She said raising the glass to her mouth without breaking eye contact.

“What would you say if after this you and I go somewhere else?” He asked doing the same. Joy almost choked on the question. Trying not to laugh, she replied.

“You are very direct, aren’t you?”

“I don't have time for games.” He said winking at her and shortening the space between them.

Normally going so fast would have been a reason to reject him, but it had been a long time since she had relationships and honestly? That man was very attractive. She drained the glass in one gulp and set it on the bar.

“Alright.” She agreed, walking out the back door of the saloon. There was nobody there. She turned to look at the man but he put her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She gasped when their tongues began to play with each other. He continued to kiss her neck, as he unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt and lifted the chemise, revealing her freckled breasts. He grabbed one eagerly and twisted her nipple, causing a moan in her. He pulled down her pants and bloomers and brought his mouth to her crotch. Joy sighed, anticipating the contact, but what she felt was... discomfort. The stranger used his tongue at full speed at her entrance, causing more discomfort than pleasure. She cursed in her mind, she had to stop him but she didn't want the meeting to end.

“Didn't you say you didn't have time for games? Fuck me!” She said between mock gasps.

“How rude. What do you say?” he replied, continuing whatever he was doing down there.

“Please! Please…!” -Please stop.-

“Well then…” He got up, quickly pulled down his pants, lifted Joy by the legs, and inserted his member into her. She welcomed him willingly, clutching at his shoulders as he rammed her faster and faster. The man, between grunts, pulled out to come. When he caught his breath, he lowered her to the ground and began putting on his clothes.

Joy followed suit, somewhat disappointed but not entirely dissatisfied. She wished she had an orgasm, but she had missed the feeling of being full of someone and had enjoyed it.

“It was good.” He commented.

“Yeah. Lucky that no one was here.” He smiled.

“Well, I’m leaving. Miss…” He said goodbye with two fingers to his forehead. She replied the same, amused and went back inside the establishment.

After an hour chatting with the bartender, she checked that Lenny was still with the girl -she asked her coworkers and also put her ear to the door of the room they were in to make sure- and decided that she wasn’t going to wait any longer for him, who knew when they would finish. Before riding Berry and heading back to camp, she stroked Maggie's neck. She couldn't help it, if she had a horse nearby she needed to pet them.

When she arrived Javier was on duty.

“Who’s there?”

“The joy of the house.” She answered dismounting.

“How come you are so late? And hadn't you go out with the newbie?”

“Oh, don’t worry, we went drinking and then we parted to have our own fun. And it seems he was having a greeeeeeat time.” She giggled and winked at him. Javier cleared his throat, uncomfortable. Weird. Normally he would joke back. Maybe he didn't like Lenny? “Anyway I was wondering if these days you could come with me to choose a fishing rod for Tommy, his birthday will be soon.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thank you!”

Once at camp Joy changed her clothes, putting on her nightgown and loosening her two braids to collect her hair back into one only. Going to her bedroll, she noticed that her brother was still awake.

“How come you're not asleep yet?” She asked lying down facing him.

“I was worried you weren't coming back.” Joy smiled bitterly.

“I'm sorry I worried you.”

“I know you can defend yourself but... I'm afraid something like what happened at home will happen again.” Tommy confessed, his eyes watered.

“Oh, Tommy, my boy…” She kissed his face and when she pulled away she started stroking his hair. “I love you, you know that, right?” He nodded.

“Me too.” Joy smiled.

“How about I sing you a lullaby to sleep?” He nodded again. She cleared her throat and started:

“Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat,

And if that billy goat get cross,

Mama's gonna buy you a rocking horse.

And if that rocking horse turns over,

Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,

Mama's gonna buy you a horse and a cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town…”

And they both fell asleep.

Four days had passed and on the last one it had rained. Far from being uncomfortable, Joy had appreciated it. It was a hot summer and as soon as the first drops hit the ground they were very well received. The next day had stopped raining, but the smell of damp earth was still there, the ground covered in puddles. That's where the game started for her. After finishing all her tasks Joy looked for Tommy. He was behind the camp with Jack, drawing strokes on the ground with a stick.

She sneaked up from behind making a silent gesture to Strauss, who was sitting on a log doing the math and could see Joy's intentions perfectly. He only looked at her for a moment with a polite smile and turned his attention back to his work, ignoring her.

When she was close enough she flexed her knees and jumped into a puddle without any regard, splashing at Tommy and Jack.

“Hey!” the older boy yelled, falling forward in shock. Jack started to laugh and plunged into the puddle, jumping over and over. Tommy pounced on her and they started a fight, splashing and pushing each other.

“Stop! What are you doing?” Abigail exclaimed, hurrying over to them. Tommy stopped dead in his tracks and jumped up, straightening up.

“I’m sorry Miss Roberts.” He apologized, embarrassed. Beside him Jack had stopped jumping.

“Oh, come on Abby, we’re just having fun.” Joy said pouting.

“Y’all are getting dirty and that’s just more work for later!”

“Come on Abby!”

Abigail looked at her impassively. She sighed.

“Okay, help me up.”

As soon as she held out her hand Joy pulled her and dragged her along, staining her with mud.

“Joy Collins, you are…!” She screeched before splashing her. Joy laughed and Abigail followed suit, never stopping her attacks. Realizing that his mother had joined the party, Jack allowed himself to keep jumping and Tommy joined him.

They had made quite a fuss, and an authoritative hawk took them out of the game.

“Miss Collins, Miss Roberts, set an example for your children and clean yourselves immediately! We are a gang of outlaws, not one of savages.”

They both nodded and Grimshaw walked away to speak to Pearson. Abigail tapped Joy on the shoulder in a friendly way and stood up.

“Come on, we have to clean us up.”

They took spare clothes and soap and approached the river, moving away from the camp a little to have privacy. They cleaned themselves thoroughly and helped the children to do it as well. When they were done, the boys ran out to grab a plate of stew.

"Be careful!" Abigail warned them. She turned to Joy. "I must admit that I had a good time."

She smiled.

"That was the plan! We all need a moment of fun sooner or later."

"You’re right. Being a mother is difficult and even more so if there isn't..." She stopped and sighed.

“I understand.” She put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. “If you need anything you know I’m here.” Abigail nodded and put her hand over hers before leaving.

“So mud fights, how mature.” Daniela said sarcastically.

“Yes, you should try, it's fun.” Joy replied with a smile, rolling her eyes.

“I pass. I prefer to see them. I liked how you fooled Abigail.”

Joy laughed. She picked up a plate of stew and sat next to her. Laughter drew her attention from the main fire. Javier was telling one of his adventures to Jenny. Since that conversation they had in the cabin, the two of them spent more time together. They had always been close but now they were almost inseparable. Joy supposed that he had decided to turn the page on his love from Mexico and start something with her. She was envious of how well they got along. She also wanted a relationship like that and she had long since given up hope with Mary-Beth, you could tell she only had eyes for men.

She sighed and Daniela giggled.

“What?”

“No, nothing…” She replied with a certain sarcasm. Joy eyed her suspiciously, but decided to let it go.

They continued talking quietly until Javier's voice caught their attention. He was still sitting by the main fire, Jenny was gone and he was singing in spanish.

“What do the lyrics say? Sounds sad.” Joy asked Daniela curiously.

“Oh, it is. He sings it once in a while. Talks about a man who feels betrayed by the woman he loves because she’s in love with another man.”

It wasn't difficult for Joy to understand why he sang that song. It wasn't so easy to get rid of those feelings even though he was now with someone else, she supposed.

“Sometimes I would like to know what his songs say.”

Daniela giggled again.

“Seriously, what's wrong with you?”

“Nothing, nothing... If you want to know what they say, I can teach you spanish.”

“Would you really do that?”

“Uhuh, why not?”

“Because right now you’re the most suspicious person I've ever seen.”

Daniela laughed out loud.

“Calm down bonita, I'm serious.” she held out her hand.

“Mm…” She looked into her eyes before shaking her hand. “Alright…”

“It’s settled then.”

[asian-hero]

I feel really bad for leaving y’all out of the loop with my writing, so here’s an excerpt of my actor!shouto au, A (Not So) Scripted Love Story:

How idiotic could one person be?

It was the very first thought that crossed your semi-coherent mind as you rushed out of your home and into your car. As you hurriedly shoved your key into the slot and started up your car, you couldn’t help but quietly scold yourself as you peeled out the driveway and sped into the streets, praying that you wouldn’t be late to your first day of your new project.

A few months prior, you had auditioned for the lead role in a web drama, immediately entrapped by the script and wanting nothing more than to bring that story to life. You were lucky enough to have a few gigs under your belt, making your resume a top contender, which ultimately helped you in landing the role. Once you had gotten the call, your script and the cast roster were soon sent to you, and when you were told that Todoroki Shouto would be playing the lead male role, you nearly fainted from all of the stress you could foresee in your future. 

He was perhaps one of the best actors you’d ever had the chance to see, and the fact that you would be getting to act alongside him made you nervous, so much so that you almost broke down and told them to find someone else to fill your role. Luckily for you, Katsuki had yelled at you about how talented you were, and how you’d probably be “ten times better than that overrated candy cane.” While you didn’t necessarily agree with his sentiment, you appreciated the encouragement nonetheless. 

So, when you finally buckled down and told yourself that you would do your best, that you would prove to everyone that you deserved to be there, you truly couldn’t believe how stupid you were in not setting an alarm for the first table read of your new show.

However, before you could further berate yourself and cause yourself to panic even further, a loud ring had come through your speakers, pulling yourself from your destructive thoughts. Without looking, you pressed the “accept” button on your steering wheel, letting out a quiet sigh before you spoke:

“Hello?” 

“(Y/N)!” A bubbly voice came through the speakers, and you immediately recognized it as your lovely best friend Momo, “How’s your first day going? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Before she could go into her spiel of apologies, you giggled a bit, relieved to hear such a comforting voice, “No, you’re not interrupting anything. I’m on my way to the studio now,”

“What do you mean ‘now?’” Another gruffer voice questioned, the mere sound of it spiking your blood pressure, “Aren’t you supposed to be there in ten minutes?”

“Ah, ‘Suki, you’re there too?” You cringed, just waiting for the verbal lashing you’d get from the man, “Listen, the key word there is ‘supposed.’ I am ‘supposed’ to be there in ten minutes, yes. However, GPS says I’ll be there in twelve,”

The car was silent for a few seconds, and you almost thought that he’d just let you off with a sigh of disappointment and tell you to hurry your ass up. However, it seemed as though God, or whoever was listening to your prayers, wasn’t on your side, as his shouts were soon the only thing that filled the car.

“Are you an idiot? Do you want to be fired on the first day?” He hollered, making you jump slightly as you rounded the corner, stepping on the gas in hopes that you’d make it on time, “How many times did I tell you to set your alarm?”

“Once or twice,” 

“I told you eight times just last night!” 

“I don’t think yelling at her is the best way to solve this—“ Momo tried to reason, though her voice was completely washed out by Katsuki’s unbridled annoyance.

“Don’t even think about speeding! It’s even more stupid for you to go and act like you’re in ‘Fast and Furious’ since you’re already a terrible driver!”

At the sight of the the studio on the horizon, you imitated the sound of your phone cutting out, figuring that you could just meet up with them later so he could yell at you in person, “Sorry guys—crrrt— I think you’re cutting ou—cree— I’ll call you after the read! Bye!”

Hopefully you’re all just as excited as I am to release it! Though I don’t really have an official posting date, I would say that you can expect this fic to come out in a couple of weeks! I’m sorry for being so flaky!

[seizethesam]

Ode to an Angel-Chapter 8

A/N: Hello! I have been away due to some problems. I wasn’t able to upload new chapters because I didn’t have my laptop with me. But I’m back!! I kind of tried Daryl’s pov in this chapter and I’m honestly happy about! I hope you’ll like it too!

From now on, new chapters will be posted every Sunday! So Chapter 9 will pe posted August 9th.  As always, the feedback is always appreciated! Love you! Happy reading!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Warning: None!

The recommended song for this chapter is Touch by Daughter.

Chapter 7

Gif is not mine*

Chapter 8

Pink morning clouds were hanging in the Georgian sky, slowly following the East wind. Everyone in the prison were in rush to get ready for the fight with the Governor.

You’d just came back from Woodbury yesterday; it has been a day since Daryl had left with his brother, Merle. Carol and Axel were in the field, talking. Beth and Carl were in one corner, and Hershel was in the prison field.

He was talking about making this place our permanent home, about growing crops and plants to eat, about making it a living place. And wanted it, too. But the Governor…you had to fight the Governor first.

And you were just finished with placing the wooden pallets to cover yourselves when the fight comes eventually.

Your mind was at Daryl every second since yesterday. Was he alright? Of course, he was alright, he was Daryl. Was he happy about his decision? You didn’t know.

It surprised you to realize how much it hurt you to see him go like that. You tried to deny the feelings you had for Daryl, pretended to not know that you’d, in fact, liked him very much, and cared about him more than anything in the world.

You stopped ignoring the fact, simply because he was gone. You didn’t have to fear that you would get too close and end up hurt.

But you did end up hurt, even though you tried not to get close. You pushed the thought to back of your mind.

You saw Rick outside the fences, not understanding what he was doing. He was, still, in a bad state. When you’d returned from Woodbury yesterday, there were a bunch of people who Carl let in. They were fairly in bad shape and had told you that they had just lost someone.

You believed them to be good people; they were willing to help you with anything and said they would live far away from you as possible. It was a reasonable decision to accept them. You needed the numbers against the Governor.

But Rick…Well, Rick was at somewhere else. He was acting crazy, and all of a sudden, he started shouting. At first, you took it in stride. The guy had just lost his wife. He was healing, he’d held his daughter for the first time and returned to business.

The thing that bent you out of shape was the look on his face. You understood that he didn’t trust those people, that he didn’t want to help them. You truly understood him. However, he didn’t understand any of you.

The way he looked at Hershel when he told him to be in charge, it was as if he looked at a child who wouldn’t stop making a noise about something. You hated it. It was the look that Gareth had gave you and your brother.

You needed to talk to him. He saved you once, and now he was one of the things that kept you going. You couldn’t lose him too. Glenn held you back the first time, but now, he wasn’t here to keep you from talking to Rick. You started walking towards his direction, and used the breach to get out of the fences.

He was moving his arms around and murmuring something when you approached him from behind. He didn’t seem to hear you coming through the fences.

“Everything okay?” you asked, making him turn to you.

“Yea,” he replied. He was now facing you, but he turned his head to check behind him, then turned back to you.

Your gaze was on him, studying him. It was like you were getting to know him all over again. “Are you sure?” you didn’t want to push his buttons, but you were worried about him at the same time. You didn’t want to lose him too.

“I said it’s fine, don’t bother yourself, Y/N,” he said, checking his back. There was this look again. The same look he gave Hershel the other day. And it was enough to let your anger out.

You sighed as you spoke, “I don’t like the way you look at me, Rick,” the words poured one by one, “in fact, I don’t like the way you look at any of us,” you sounded pissed and you were.

He didn’t reply and kept the look on his face.

“It’s like we’re all bunch of idiots who don’t know any better,” you continued, “but let me tell you, we do, and we’re doing a lot better than you are,” you couldn’t stop yourself.

He frowned, trying to process your words, “Look—” he tried to speak but you stopped him.

“No, I’m not done, I know it’s hard, and I know you’re grieving, but you can’t treat us like that,” the look was gone, he didn’t look angry anymore, he just looked- sad. And it broke your heart. “We could’ve helped those people, and they could’ve helped us. We can’t give up on who we­—”

Rick’s eyes widened when a gunshot interrupted you. He got a hold of your arm and pushed you behind him. Your hand found its way to the pistol that was strapped around your thigh in its holster when you saw the Governor holding a machine gun aimed at the prison field. You saw Axel’s body falling to the ground.

“Get back!” Rick shouted at you through the noise of gunshots.

You ran into the longer pieces of grass and threw yourselves on the ground. “Shit!” you cried as you fell on your left elbow. Rick was just a foot away from you next to the bridge.

“I see him,” he whisper shouted as he loaded his rifle. He straightened up, aiming at the woods. He had shot a few bullets when more came your way.

“Get the fuck down,” you yelled, putting emphasis on each word.

A few minutes later the gunshots were over. You waited for a few seconds to wait for another round of fires. It didn’t come. The atmosphere was so quite now that you could hear your own hear beat.

Then an ice cream truck came over with full speed and entered the prison field, tearing down the fences. You got up on your knees to get a better look on the the truck, sporting yourself with one hand on the fence.

Moments later, the back of the truck opened to let out dozens of the walkers inside the fences.

“Hershel, get out of there!” Rick shouted.

“Rick,” you called up when you saw another dozen of walkers approaching out from the woods. You started to shoot them one by one until your bullets ran out, as well as Rick’s.

You started to make your way towards the small breach on the fences, but soon your tracks were stopped by more walkers. You drew your hunting knife from your belt and shoved it through the skull of one of them, and Rick handled another one with the back of his gun.

Rick was walking in front of you when one of the walkers got a grip of the fabric of your shirt. Thankfully, you were faster than the dead. You kicked it on its chest, making him fall into the brook.

You were about to take another one, but you heard a familiar whistle and the walker fell on the ground with a bolt in its skull.

You wondered if you were in the same state as Rick was… imagining things. But no… you wouldn’t imagine the man with the blade for a hand. But he was attacking the walkers one by one.

Then, your eyes landed on the archer, loading his crossbow and shooting a clean headshot on another walker.

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Daryl wasn’t happy to see his brother behind the bars in the prison, though it wasn’t an unusual view for him. He had gone to several police stations for a number of times to bail Merle out.

Even though Merle was the older brother, Daryl had found himself looking after him multiple times, whether it’d be picking him up from shitty parties or from jail. It was fine with him, didn’t have anything better to do anyway, he always thought.

But now, the things were different. He’d got whole bunch of people to look after. People who seemed to care about him. Although, he didn’t make up his mind why? Why would they care about him?

And then, there were you. You had showed him that you’d cared about him. You didn’t want him going with Merle. It stunned him so much that he didn’t know what to say. Why would you want him to stay anyway? You were far more capable of taking care of yourself and the other around you. You didn’t need him, he thought.

You were college educated, knowledgeable woman who knew when to say what that he didn’t understand why you cared about him, an old dirty redneck.

But at the same time, he’d found himself caring deeply about you. When he was out there with Merle, he couldn’t stop thinking about you for a second. Just for a moment, he considered not going with Merle, just for you, he wouldn’t go.

He realized that he would rather die than to see your eyes shine with tears of sadness. He would rather see them glow with life when you’d smile at him. He would walk through fire just to make sure you were okay without thinking twice about it.

Merle was sticking his arms through the metal bars, supporting his weight, “lordy be, where’s tha’ peach ya been talkin’ about, lil bro?”

“Shut up, man,” Daryl warned his big brother before walking out of the cellblock with you.

He walked towards the exit door of the cellblock, one hand on the strap of his crossbow, watching his steps.  He opened the door and bumped into a smaller figure. He lifted his head and saw you. “Oh, sorry,” you said with a soft smile.

And there you were standing in front of him, with a little smile on your lips, smile that outshined the sun itself, Daryl thought to himself.

“Nah, s’ fine,” Daryl talked with his usual southern drawl, then moved aside to make room for you to go your way, so you did.

Daryl felt the heat spread through his body, to his chest, his back, and his ears. There he was again, not knowing what to do with himself. He stood next to the open door and watched you walk away from him. He couldn’t have his limbs moving, couldn’t go his way, just kept watching you leave.

Then, to his surprise, you stopped and turned back to him. You walked and stood right in front of him. He didn’t even time to get embarrassed about getting caught watching you.

You started speaking, “can I talk to you?” He couldn’t properly see you since his return to the prison because of all that was happening. But in reality, he didn’t know what to do or say.

“mm, hmm,” Daryl hummed as a response and you took him by the hand and dragged him outside the cellblock. The area was lonely, it was just the two of you.

You let go of his hand once you were outside, but Daryl still felt the warmth of your palm. How could he not? It felt like the sunlight on his skin. He couldn’t’ believe how everything about you was glowy like the sun.

Daryl looked at the sky when he realized he was looking at you for too long.The Georgian sun had left its place to red clouds and navy sky.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you started, “here with us.” He looked back at you when you spoke.

Daryl wondered how a human voice could be so soothing. “Never shoulda left,” he mumbled.

“No, that’s the thing,” you were looking at him in the eye, “you were right, it’s your brother. I was being selfish.” You finished.

“Ya ain’t selfish,” in Daryl’s eyes, you didn’t have one selfish bone in you.

Daryl didn’t move his gaze away from you, scared that you would disappear any time.

“I am so happy you’re here,” you said again as you hugged him. Your voice was lower than before.

Your arms were wrapped around his large figure, as you placed your chin on his shoulder. Daryl held his breath, not wanting to let you know how his heart started pacing. Suddenly, he was wrapped around a cloud of warmth. He gave in and hesitantly put his arms on your back.

You stayed in the comfort of his embrace for a while, and Daryl wasn’t complaining.

His arms unwrapped as you slowly pulled away from the hug, your cheek brushing his. Just as Daryl was about to break the hug, you pressed your lips against his.

He was petrified, unable to move. But the thought was that if you could feel his heart bumping in his chest and how soft your lips were.

Chapter 9

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Something Just Like This, Chapter One (Trixya) - Calliope

a/n: hello hello hello, this is cal, the writer of cirque d'amour and I'm back back back again! (with a slightly different pseudonym)

this fic will be the slowest of slow burns if y'all can handle that, with the beloved friends to lovers trope; however, that friendship will always be a little blurred...

I'm actually quite nervous to post this! I do hope you enjoy it.

*TW: MILD MENTIONS OF UNDEREATING/OVEREXERCISING

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Trixie is sweating.

Trixie isn't quite used to the sensation - the fire on her skin, the rush of blood throughout her veins, the protest of every single sinew - and to be beetroot red in front of a wealth of fit strangers.

Trixie could hardly care, though; her mind was in a thick fog. She'd force-fed her thick thighs into some loose leggings, had pulled a baggy t-shirt over her head, and lost herself in arguably the healthiest form of self-punishment. Trixie was by no stretch interested in becoming a gym bunny - but today, she needed the release.

Trixie cranked the height of her treadmill up higher, feeling her muscles screaming in protest. She ignored their pleas, puffing out laboured breaths as she increased her speed. Her neighbours, all buff and beautiful, paid her no attention, and that is exactly what Trixie needed - to be ignored, whilst she punished herself.

Her music was cranked up as loud as her broken iPhone would allow, and she pitifully replayed Ed Sheeran on a loop as she climbed. Every time her mind dare wander to the forbidden fruit she had just tasted, she would stubbornly shut her thoughts down.

Trixie was not a home-wrecker. Not, of course, on purpose, anyway.

But despite telling herself on a loop that this was the truth, Trixie couldn't help but feel like she was, at the very least, being white-lied to.

A bead of sweat trickled from Trixie's pounding temple, which she quickly dashed away with a feeble hand. Her insides felt weak, and she couldn't quite decide whether that was from lack of food and forced exercise, or because she couldn't help but think about what happened only two days before.

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4 years earlier

K: hi :)

Oh for the love of all things, what am I doing?

Trixie rubbed a weary hand across her face, pressing sharply into the cheeks that poked out from under her skin. Her phone vibrated a second time, a new message waking her phone from its momentary sleep.

Trixie glared at it as though it was betraying her, and she silently turned her phone face-down against her desk.

Trixie had joined a dating site. A dating site named Brenda, no less. She uploaded her cutest photos; where her tiny cat Kim were pressed against her cheeks, or the one where she were her skinniest; make-up painted and hair in perfect ringlets.

This was not her current reality, though: Kim had stubbornly ignored her all night, probably judging her every move, and Trixie had gained a little weight. It was okay, though, because who wanted to date someone who had their spine on show? Damn, fuck. Be friends with . Not date.

The thing is, Trixie wasn't looking for love.

A third buzz from her dormant phone jumped Trixie from her fervent haze, and she snatched it into clawed hands.

Pearl: I can't come this weekend - gotta work. sorry

Trixie's baited breath shuddered from her lips, the familiar feeling of upset creeping at her insides. This was the very first message she'd received from her long-distance girlfriend all day, and hardly a pleasant one at that.

Trixie lay her phone flat against the desk where she was perched, and drew her legs up onto her computer chair. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest, her chin resting somberly against the soft fabric of her Disney pj's that were littered with tiny grey thumpers.

No, Trixie wasn't looking for love. Her heart was occupied; occupied by someone far away, someone who had stolen her heart at a time she thought she needn't have one. Someone who was now so distant, not only in a physical sense, but miles apart emotionally.

Trixie couldn't understand it. Her and Pearl were a match made in heaven; even their astrological signs had aligned, making Trixie think that the very stars wrote out their love in ageless constellations. Pearl would smoke a short blunt, her arm wrapped tentatively around Trixie's small shoulders, and they'd play old runs of GTA on her dusty PlayStation 2. Pearl would cook beautiful dinners for her, vegetarian of course, and let her watch reruns of Barbie's Dream House, despite her disdain for its childish backdrop. Pearl would fuck Trixie into oblivion, tending carefully to all of her kinks and indulging full-heartedly into every single fantasy that Trixie had ever had.

Would. Pearl would do these things. But not anymore.

Trixie carefully plucked her phone back up, turning it over in her hands for a few hesitant moments before finally unlocking it.

T: hey :)

Trixie felt a prickle of guilt gnaw away at her bones as she pressed a thumb to the "send" button on the Brenda messenger. No, she thought. I am doing nothing wrong. I'm just making friends.

She turned her attention to the pitiful thread of texts from Pearl.

Trixie: okay… I could come to you? I don't mind hanging out at your flat while you work.

Trixie knew that Pearl's reply may not come for hours, days even. She heaved a shuddering sigh, forcing herself to her slippered feet in search of her grumpy cat.

Her phone buzzed against the thick of her thigh from her pocket, and she snatched it up immediately, hoping desperately for Pearl's response.

No, it was the girl from Brenda.

K: how are you doing? I'm not very good at this malarkey, but you seem cute, so… here I am

Trixie snickered slightly, deciding to inspect this person further.

She thumbed at her profile picture to get a closer look - she was butch, but softly so, with dirty blonde hair that was religiously scraped back throughout all of her profile photos. She seemed cute, though, Trixie thought. She had piercing green eyes and Trixie swore she could spy a chiselled abdomen beneath her plain t-shirts.

T: thank you, that's sweet! you seem cute too, is that a guitar I spy in one of your photos?

Trixie knew this game she was playing was inherently dangerous. She knew that she was projecting dissatisfaction from her current relationship, and seeking some form of, well, anything , from anyone . Still, she couldn't help but feel a thrill when a second message - from a different girl, no less - brightened her dormant screen. Another butch, with thick, jet-black hair, and piercings on her lip, offending her with the opening line of "hey there ;)".

Still, this fruitless back and forth with cute, eager bachelors certainly beat her usual evenings of misery; overeating, overthinking, and waiting for a call from Pearl that would never come.

"What's up?"

Trixie nearly flung her phone from her palms with fright, her hair whipping her pink cheeks as she spun on her heels to greet the intruder, fist raised with a warning.

Of course, it was only her roommate, Blair - a boy who, despite creeping past the age of 20, looked like he belonged in a primary school. His deer-like legs stretched below him, and in his tiny arms lay a bag of what could only be Chinese takeout.

His sculpted eyebrows raised in wonderment at his roommate's defensive stance. "Trix, hun - - - are you alright?"

Slowly, deliberately, Trixie lowered her raised fist, choking back a fit of laughter. "Jesus, fuck, Blair. You scared the living daylights out of me."

Blair carefully laid the takeaway bag onto the dining room table. "I was singing as I came in. How did you not hear that?"

Trixie audibly groaned. "Show tunes?"

Blair grinned, all teeth. "What else?"

"What did you bring me?" Trixie asked, trotting excitedly over to the dining room table towards the source of the delicious smell.

"Sweet and sour tofu," he shrugged, heading for the kitchen to retrieve some cutlery. "I figured you could use some cheering up."

Trixie could've kissed him right there and then. "You are the best housemate ever."

"I know!" Blair sing-songed in response from the kitchen, the tell-tale sound of clattering telling Trixie he was picking out plates. Trixie thought for a moment.

"Wanna watch Chicago?" she called out, already knowing the answer.

Blair's boyish face appeared in the doorway at once, his cheeks flushed red and his bright blue eyes wide. "Of fucking course! "

Trixie chuckled. Blair was the pinnacle of the gay stereotype, she thought, listening to her friend hum along to an 80's power ballad she had forgotten the name of.

Trixie was in such high spirits that she almost forgot the back-and-forth she was having on Brenda, and the reason for it. That was, until part-way through the film, and a mouthful of crispy tofu, her phone buzzed angrily against the countertop.

Both Blair and Trixie startled, and Blair's carton of seaweed went flying across the room, littering the hardwood floor with tiny, crispy sprigs.

"Fuck sake!" Blair exclaimed, throwing his hands up and staring with dismay at the mess.

Trixie shot him an apologetic glance, before throwing herself at the vibrating phone.

Pearl.

"H-hey, baby!" Trixie babbled into the mouthpiece, clutching the phone as if it were a precious gemstone. Blair rolled his eyes to the heavens with great exaggeration, and Trixie promptly gave him the finger.

"Hey," Pearl's voice, deep and soft and laced with sleepiness, was like music to Trixie's ears. The mounting unread messages from Brenda now evaporated into nothingness.

"How are you doing, I---" Trixie stumbled around the coffee table in her haste to reach her bedroom, the spilled seawood crunching beneath her bare feet. Mouthing another "I'm sorry" at Blair, Trixie managed to reach her bedroom, and collapsed onto her bed, clinging the phone to her ear with desperation. A smile crept against her dainty lips. "How are you?"

"Tired," Pearl muttered, though Trixie could hear the smile in her voice. Trixie's heart fluttered.

"All done in the studio?"

"Just about," Pearl mumbled boredly. Trixie's heart sank at the pause that followed; hollow and vast.

"Listen," Pearl's voice was slightly muffled, and Trixie knew immediately that she was rolling a cigarette between her perfect teeth. "I got your message, and I appreciate the offer, but I'm doing overtime at the bar. There'd be no point in you coming down this weekend. By the time I get back home, it's late, and then I'm back in at 10 in the morning."

Trixie nodded somberly, feeling utterly stupid for allowing herself to feel a flicker of hope that she might see Pearl this week. Or this month.

"Trixie? You there?"

"O-oh! Y-yes, I'm here…"

"Oh, come on, Blondie," Pearl's words were blown out in exasperation, and Trixie could visualise the tendrils of smoke rising from her nostrils like a dragon as she smoked. Trixie wasn't sure why Pearl had christened her with the nickname "blondie", when she herself was also a pale, silver-blonde. "Don't give me that sad, sad voice. You know I have to work."

Trixie could feel pricks of upset choking up her throat at the bemused tone from her girlfriend. She shook herself slightly, forcing a shaky smile despite it not being visable. "No, no, of course. I get it, it's fine. What about a call? A video chat?"

Pearl hummed against the cigarette in her mouth, and Trixie knew at once that she was to be further let down. "Probably not, babe. I'll be tired. I have music to make."

Trixie nodded again against the handset. At least, she thought with a tiny glup, at least Pearl had called tonight.

"Well---" Pearl blew out smoke again, and Trixie swore she could taste it. "I need to go… love ya."

The call went dead in her hands, but Trixie still cradled the phone to her ear, as if in doing so would bring Pearl's voice back. She thought bitterly about how they used to spend hours on that very phone, talking about everything and nothing at all. Trixie continued to listen to the tone of the terminated call, and she couldn't help but think it sounded like a flatlining heart.

[justlookatthosesausages]

“Memoirs” (post-Frozen 2 Time Travel AU)

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Elsa’s eyes weakly blinked as she woke up. She immediately shut them back with a grunt, because of how blinding the sun was.

At her grunt, Anna gasped of surprise, looked down at her, and almost dropped her on the ground. Both lost their balance, and Elsa yelped as the was about to fall, but had good reflexes and landed on her feet. With a bounce, she looked around, trying to understand why they were here, and why she was in Anna’s arms. 

And then she found herself right in Anna’s arms again, but for a tight hug. 

“ELSA!” Gasped the younger sister. “I was so scared! You fainted and didn’t say anything and I couldn’t wake you up!” 

The Queen’s voice was shaking with emotion, and Elsa caught up with what happened as she held her close. Once confusion passed, she raised her arms and hugged her sister back.

“It’s okay. I’m here now. I’m fine.” She assured with a soft voice. 

The hug lasted, and when they parted, she smiled at Anna’s face. Tears of joy had fell on her cheeks, and she rubbed them off gently with her thumbs. She held her face in her hands. 

“Are you okay?”

Anna sniffed with a smile. “Yeah... I am now.”

“Thank you for taking care of me. As always. What happened?” Asked Elsa. 

“You’re the one who’s supposed to tell me!”

“No, not that, I mean... Why are we here?” 

They parted, and Anna pointed at the valley.

“We passed the mist. We’re heading South now. I managed to lift you all the way here.” She added, flexing her biceps. 

Elsa smiled, but then gasped slightly.

“You followed my advice.” 

“Of course. You know, you were right. We better go hide in Arendelle, and maybe find some answers there.”

Elsa nodded, looking around.They were in the middle of nowhere, in the vast plains. She slowly looked down at her hands, and the gesture surprised Anna.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” She frowned. “And what did you mean, ‘not that’? You remember that you fainted? You know why? Did something happen?”

“I...”

She stared at her younger sister, unsure if she could tell her. “...Yes.”

Anna gave her a look that meant ‘Go on then’, but Elsa bit her lip. 

“I’m sorry, Anna, but I can’t tell you yet.”

“Yet? Wait... What?”

“I really can’t. But I promise that I will tell you. At some point.”

“What?! And don’t “I promise” me. You know damn well that I hate it when you say that now.”

Elsa quickly held Anna’s hands in hers, and the latter startled at the move. She stared right into her eyes. “You have to trust me.”

Anna frowned. “I do trust you! You know I do. It’s not the problem. We have to share everything. Please tell me what’s going on.”

The Snow Queen hesitated, looking away. 

“Elsa, come on.” 

The blonde’s eyes dived into her younger’s again. “I’m not hiding something from you. It’s just... Something that I can’t reveal yet. Sorry, Anna.”

Anna insisted anyway. “Then tell me what it roughly was, without getting into details. You worried me so much... I saw you faint, and you passed out for more than an hour. You have to tell me what happened.”

That was the argument that made Elsa’s decision change. Anna looked deeply touched, and she still had marks on her face that showed her sadness then relief. The blonde inhaled deeply, then exhaled. 

“Ahtohallanshowedmesomething.”

Anna bent her head. “Okay, less mumbling please.”

Elsa pouted. “Ahtohallan showed me something.”

The Queen blinked as there was a silence. “That’s... Rather usual, no? You often get convened into the glacier so they can show you specific memories of the past. Why do you look like it’s a bad thing?”

“Because it wasn’t a past memory. It was... A future one.” Said Elsa.

Anna’s big teal blue eyes became even bigger. “Ex...cuse me?”

“When the Spirits decided to close the Forest with the mist, they detected my presence. But I wasn’t supposed to be there. And Ahtohallan knew. They always know, after all. Everything.” Explained Elsa. “So they summoned my conscience, and showed me my mistake. What I changed in the future because of my presence there.”

“And that’s why you fainted. They needed to show you the memory.” Muttered Anna. “It was kind of a punishment to make you pass out for so long...”

“They wanted to see me. Talk to me. First try to understand how I got here... Then scold me.”

Anna’s eyebrows lifted in a sorry expression.

“This is all my fault. Me and my damn curiosity. You have responsibilities as a Spirit, if I hadn’t touched that stupid rock...”

Elsa hurried to raise her hands. “Anna. It’s neither of us’ fault. That magical rock surely was there for a reason. Call it destiny, chance, whatever, but it was there to be found.”

She then looked down, her hands unconsciously holding her arms in a self-hug. 

“I changed the whole timeline. We failed, Anna. I ruin--”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Reassured Anna. “I know you don’t want to tell me what the future memory is - now I get what the ‘yet’ was about - but it can’t be that bad, right?”

The look that the Snow Queen gave her contradicted it. 

“Oh my goodness. It is? It changed something big in the future??”

The elder nodded with bitten lips, her arms still crossed. 

“Seriously?! Just by being there?! We didn’t even touch anything! We talked to no one!”

“Yes, but back then, the Fifth Spirit wasn’t supposed to be there.”

Anna sighed, passing a hand in her hair and tucking it behind her ear. “You’ll have to tell me what that memory is in due time. This is just a mess. Why is time travel always such a mess? And how did Ahtohallan even show you a memory of the future?? Magic would drive me crazy if I didn’t find it wonderful, I swear. Gosh, I need some booze.”

The elder snorted at her sentence. Anna smiled after a while. Somehow, the way Elsa’s mood lifted also lifted hers.

“Come on, we should head to Arendelle. The road will be long. Unless of a miracle, like, if we cross roads with a merchant cart.”

The Snow Queen nodded with a smile, and walked at her sister’s side to the South.

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“Is that a merchant cart?” Squinted Elsa.

Anna looked to the horizon. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Ten minutes had barely passed. This was a world record of chance, thought the Queen. 

They hurried to catch up with the hooded cart, drove by a simple merchant with a horse. With calls and hand shakes, they managed to stop him. 

Anna suddenly put her arm in front of Elsa, and the blonde almost fell back at the move. 

“Wait!”

She took her jacket off. “Here. You’re wearing your super sparkly outfit, it will look very suspicious. Take this.”

“What??” Blinked the elder. 

“You’re literally wearing snow, Elsa. Do as I ask, quick!”

She obeyed, vanishing her double train with a flick of the wrist and quickly putting the jacket on before buttoning it. It was a good idea, for it covered most of Elsa’s magical outfit. The jacket was comfortable, but Anna’s arms were smaller than hers and her shoulders broader, so it felt weird. If they weren’t in an urgent situation, she would have complained. 

“Hello”, smiled Anna to the man. 

They saluted the merchant, who bowed his head, tilting his hat as a polite gesture. His eyes widened in surprise. 

“You look exhausted. What are two young ladies doing on such a warm day in the middle of the plains?”

Elsa lifted her eyebrows. Was it that warm? She couldn’t tell, for she was wearing an ice outfit. She then realized that her younger hadn’t told her about how warm she felt, and only then noticed how red Anna’s cheeks were. 

“Thank you so much for stopping. We’re in great need of a ride.” The redhead smiled. 

Anna wanted to introduce herself, but then realized they had to come up with fake names to hide their identities. Stating that they were the royals coming from the future definitely would be a bad idea. 

The Queen cleared her throat as she thought.

“My name is Joan, and this is uh...”

“Adele.”

The redhead lifted an eyebrow at the surprising speed of improvisation from Elsa, but also the choice of the name. She side-looked her sister, and the elder gave a slight shrug. 

“Nice to meet you, Joan and Adele. I’m Reed. Well, lucky you, I was heading to Arendelle too. You can jump on the back.”

“Oh, nice!” Beamed Anna. “Thank you so much, sir!”

Elsa frowned, not moving. “How do you know we’re heading to Arendelle?” 

The merchant looked at them like they were idiots. “Why, this is the road to the South. And you’re wearing the crocus crest.”

He pointed at the motive on the arm of Anna’s jacket, on Elsa. Both sisters suddenly widened her eyes. They were so used to see Arendelle’s crocus everywhere that they forgot it was sewn on the shoulder, and betraying them. 

“That’s rather odd to have it displayed like that, however.” Chuckled the man. “Are you two scholars or something?”

“Yes, exactly.” Said Anna, jumping on the opportunity. “It’s a school uniform.”

“I see. Now come on, we don’t have all day.” He said, smiling behind his mustache. 

Elsa hurried to go on the cart, going in the back under the hood. 

They sat among the supplies the man was selling, and the cart went along on the road. The two sisters looked at each other with awkward looks. After a while, the merchant whistled a melody, indicating he was too distracted to pay attention to what they could say. 

“Do you think I should tell him that this jacket actually is a tailor-made one I drew, that is inspired by the new royal guards’ uniform 30 years from now?” Chuckled Anna. 

“Shhhh!” Scolded Elsa, waving her hand to advise her to not talk that loudly.

Anna bent to her elder and talked in whispers.

“Sorry. Also... Adele? Seriously?”

“It’s the first name that came to my mind. We totally forgot to came up with fake ones.”

“Now I’ll have to call you that in public until we find a way to get back to present time...” Sighed Anna. “It’s so bad.”

“Hey!” Nudged Elsa. “Don’t even let me tease you for picking Joan.”

Anna smiled, and looked around them. She inspected the supplies. “He’s a turnip merchant. Hmm...”

She knew it wasn’t the same cart, but made sure by lifting all tarpaulins that a young Agnarr and a young Iduna weren’t hiding with them. 

“You never know”, she explained to the blonde who looked at her with a grin. 

They rested against the wood, lulled by the movement of the cart and the whistling of the merchant. It was a good thing that the cart had a hood, because the sun was scorching above them.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were warm?” Frowned Elsa. “I could have refreshed you with my magic.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Annaaaa...”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You know you never bother me. You should have just asked it.”

“I’m better now, don’t worry. Since I gave you my jacket, I’m feeling lighter.”

Elsa stared at her face. 

“I’m not lying!” Sweared Anna. 

“Okay.”

Time passed, and they knew that it would be long before they arrived to the kingdom, so they laid on each other and let sleep find them.

“I miss Nokk.” Mumbled Elsa. “It's faster with them.”

Anna giggled. “Yeah, no wonder. Well, now you know how much time it takes me.”

“Hmm-hmm.”

“I’ll ask for that merchant’s full name once we’re in the village. When we go back to our time, I’ll make his stand the most beautiful of the marketplace. In the least suspicious way possible.”

Elsa snorted at her side, but it was a tired snort. 

“Hey, don’t faint again, please.”

“I won’t.” Smiled Elsa, her eyes closed. She patted her sister’s hand. 

Anna consented to close her eyes as well with a smile.

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They startled awake when the merchant called them. 

“Hey, girls! We’ve arrived!”

They blinked fast and hurried outside. Before they even hoped down, Elsa knew it was true, for she recognized the typical smell of Arendelle’s harbor, and Anna recognized the distant sound of the clock tower’s bell. Nothing much would change over the next 30 years... 

The redhead turned around the cart to thank the merchant deeply. 

“Oh, it’s fine.” Said the smiling man with modesty. “You know, I almost thought we wouldn’t make it. My right back wheel almost broke on the way when we hit a pothole. It didn’t wake you two up, though.”

Elsa looked down to inspect the wheel, and gave a meaningful hand gesture to her sister to tell her to distract the merchant. Anna understood and nodded, before asking the man where his place on the marketplace would be. 

The Snow Queen kneeled in front of the wheel, and refurbished it with a gust of magic, fixing the broken part with ice more solid than steel. Wearing a satisfied smile, she stood up, and gestured at Anna. 

They thanked the man once again, and the redhead showed a spot where they could hide, behind a low wall where they pretended to sit against.

“Hey. I’ve been thinking. I have a plan. What about we go to the post office. We ask them to send a letter to the Queen in the future. Me. And in the letter, we write: ‘Don’t touch the glowing rock. Signed: Anonymous.’. What do you think?”

Elsa chuckled. “That sounds stupid, but it might work.”

“I know, right? I’m a genius.” Smiled Anna, beaming.

“But that means that we’ll die.”

The redhead frowned.

“What are you talking about? No, we will be safe, for…”

She then gasped. “Oh, crap, you’re right. We would cease to exist. I mean, current we.”

“Exactly.” Sighed Elsa. “We’re the future of ourselves. This is how you’re planning to make us die.” She added, laughing. “Anna and Elsa of Arendelle disappear after touching a magic rock, get transported to the past, then die because they create a paradox with a letter. Great.”

Anna snorted. “Yep, not very glorious for an end.”

“I thought you aimed to be in history books as being the oldest Queen that ever lived”, reminded Elsa with a grin, remembering a conversation they once had at the dinner table.

The younger sighed.

“I almost ruined that. Okay, new plan.”

A silence passed.

“Do you have a plan?” 

[nevergiveupneverrun]

Bodyguard - Chapter Fifty-three “Dead end”

Hello everybody, how are you? Here is chapter Fifty-three of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter.

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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- I hope that it will work, Mer… I have no other way anyway… hurry up… I have to find a source of funding, otherwise, I will have to delay or cancel the construction of the home…

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Amelia has been in the corner of the living room on the phone with her manager for a few minutes.

I wait wisely letting my gaze stop on the elements near me in the room.

I came back to this apartment with a strange feeling: I didn’t feel like I was in my place yet. To belong to this place.

I was trying to find my markers and my automatisms alongside Amelia.

Her attitude was, however, a little more distant than before: she often avoided my gaze, isolated herself as soon as possible. As if she had a course of action in mind that she set out to apply. Maybe I was having ideas, or I was just more sensitive to the least of her reactions… the fact remains that a host of contrasting sensations mingled when I return as Amelia Shepherd’s bodyguard.

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My eyes get lost around me when I suddenly make out o CD cover that calls out to me, placed near the player.

How could it be there?

I approach it automatically and my fingers slide on it.

I caress this piece of plastic with my fingertips and I recognize my handwriting on the sheet of paper that is used for cover.

I open the case, but no CD inside… would she have listened to it?

This disc was so special to me… which allowed me to not be overwhelmed at certain moments of my life… but by what miracle did I then have it in my hand?

- Ok, I got a text from Jackson, he’s going to spend the afternoon at the hospital with April, we will be able to go, I am reassured to know that April is surrounded, Amelia informs me, approaching me. I hope he will boost her, for her physiotherapy exercises…

I turn my back on her, still focused on my discovery.

I can see her presence on the side, her shadow growing near me.

- You can enlighten me… this CD… how come it is here?

- It was a surprise that I discovered when I finished unpacking the boxes from the chalet two days ago, she replies.

In her voice, a soft and calm tone calls out of me. Like a veil of tenderness.

And a suddenly more relaxed attitude which takes hold of her at the mention of the CD.

Almost an Amelia who metamorphoses before me.

- There was an envelope in one of them that I hadn’t paid attention to and that slipped to the bottom when I removed the clothes. There was a little post on it that said: "to keep some of this haven of peace"… signed by Rosie.

I smile while listening to Amelia’s explanation.

It looked like spitting Rosie.

She knew what this cd meant to me… she thought having it with me would be more useful than being locked in a closet.

- I think that she had to undo one of the packages to add this disc before sending them… Amelia concludes.

- Yes, Rosie is full of resources, I add, keeping my smile. You… did you listen to it? I asked a little feverish. 

Amelia stares the plastic case, hesitates for a few seconds, then decides to answer me with a smile on her lips. Frank and spontaneous. 

One of the first I observe since our reunion.

A show that fascinates me.

- With a title like "Hunt’s symphony" how did you want me to resist… it’s a wonder this cd, I never tire of it for two days…

I remain silent listening to her answer. 

This cd indeed contained a series of titles sung by my parents, some songs that I had recorded myself with my father when I was still a teenager… and a song that I had written especially for him… a bit later…

- Your mother’s voice is overwhelming… I guess it’s your father accompanying her…

I nod while the echoes of the melodies of the cd echo in my head.

I am surprised that Amelia develops her impressions and does not immediately end this exchange, but I welcome her words carefully.

- You have a great voice too, but I already told you… I truly like the title "goodbye"… which seems to stand the test of your father’s death… but my favorite is the duo of your parents… it made me dream…

This song that she evokes, it allowed me to keep my head above the water.

To defeat my demons.

It was sacred to me… a song that we don’t touch and that I was unable to sing or even hum… this title has been repeated thousands of times, by many different artists, but for me, it was only my parents who were legitimate to sing it: two beings madly in love with each other… forever.

I would never know that for my part.

- Their cover is magnificent, we perceive all the love that emerges from both… I understand better when you told me about little things that allow us to keep in ourselves the people we love, to make them live and resonate inside us. Is it that song for you?

- You got it right… I weakly confirmed.

- It’s a great declaration of love to sing this song like this… they were really in love with each other… in love and happy…

She stares at me intensely at the end of her comment and our eyes remain connected for long seconds. At this moment, strangely, Amelia doesn’t dodge this silent exchange.

She stays focused and fixed on me.

The moment is destabilizing, I perceive electricity vibrating between us… my old reflexes are expressed again: this chemistry suddenly makes me uncomfortable and leads me to finally look away.

I clear my throat slightly to break the connection.

- Uh… are you ready… can we go?

She takes a few seconds, then sighs quickly confirming to me that she reluctantly goes to this meeting.

- Yes, let’s go, she says. Let it be behind me… I don’t like being trapped in a situation, having no choice but to ask for help… from the last person on my list…

She retrieves a leather jacket, which she quickly wears while tying a light scarf around her neck.

I imitate her and also put on a leather jacket over my suit, then grab my crash helmets and give her hers. Jackson is no longer available, I decided to take her on a motorcycle. This vehicle was also much more practical than a car to escape a possible chase.

We leave the apartment in a few minutes and find the motorbike parked a few steps down in the street.

- Can you remind me of the address, please? 

- Uh… you take the direction of Bellevue, the domain address should be indicated next…

I nod my head at her directions and help her fasten her crash helmet securely, as she struggles with the fastener.

I put my crash helmet on and put myself on the motorcycle first.

I take a hand from Amelia and help her sit behind me, stepping over the mount.

I give her a few seconds to find the ideal position, well wedged behind me, and I turn the key.

I turn my head slightly towards her to give her one last instruction before I start.

- Above all, you hold me well, in all circumstances…

She does not answer but supports my request when I feel her arms tighten tightly and her hands cross against my stomach.

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Thirty-five-minute drive later, we arrive near Bellevue and I notice a sign effectively designating a domain.

Amelia points her finger at me and tells me in a loud voice behind me: "it’s over there!".

I then scrupulously follow the other signs and after a few minutes, we enter a large paved alley, bordered by plane trees: it thus leads to an immense wrought-iron portal, beyond which there is an imposing building… a castle…

I have to stop in front of the closed gate. 

Amelia gets off the motorcycle and removes her crash helmet while approaching a case that looks like an intercom.

- Does he know you were coming? I ask, letting my voice carry beyond the helmet and worrying that entry will be denied. 

- No… I preferred not to warn him to prevent it from lasting too long… I have no desire to get stuck here for several hours.

She presses a button unlaid in the case and a female voice eventually rises.

- Yes, hello, can you announce and indicate the subject of your visit?

The question is of a rather surprising formality which makes me smile slightly.

- Hello, I’m Amelia Shepherd, I’m coming to see Alex Karev.

- Do you have an appointment?

- Yes, he is waiting for me…

Amelia’s response is pronounced without hesitation and proves effective when we perceive the portal to open gradually.

- I didn’t know you were such a good liar.

- It’s not quite a lie, since the time he makes it easy for me… she says while putting on her crash helmet and sitting again behind me.

I restart at low speed and enter the domain.

We drive for a few meters before I cut off contact, in front of the large castle door in front of us.

We both get off the bike and take off our helmets. I rid Amelia of this accessory which I place on the motorbike and she hastens to move her head vigorously to replace her hair.

A creak awakens behind us and I turn my head: a silhouette takes shape in the doorway… a male silhouette descending the steps to meet us.

And a face that I recognize immediately.

- Amelia, what a pleasure to see you! He announces with enthusiasm.

Amelia faces him quickly and gives him a big smile… an attitude the complete opposite of what I had observed during the evening for her foundation where she had done everything to avoid him.

But I’m not fooled: I know she is playing a role right now.

She did not come here for pleasure but forced to finance her project.

- Hello Alex, excuse me, I come to see you without warning, but I wanted to speak with you on a very important… and an urgent subject…

- There is no problem, he says with a smile. I have no particular constraints and my parents are traveling… besides, I was expecting a bit of your coming, I think I know what you want to talk to me about, I had a few comments…

I perceive Amelia tense up near me, uncomfortable by understanding that Alex has a very precise idea of the purpose of her visit.

I remain surprised to hear him say that he still lives in this domain with his family: he was however at least 35 years old. But apparently in families of this stature, the blood ties are different and dissipate less quickly: an inheritance and a fortune to be managed seem to give rise to certain duties.

- By the way, I heard the sad news that your friend April had a serious accident, I hope everything is fine? He inquires in a soft and compassionate voice.

- She is recovering slowly, but she is in good hands, thank you for caring, Amelia answers weakly, looking down.

A presence is suddenly guessed behind the host of the house: a young woman, dressed in a strict suit.

- Sir, are you sure I should leave you? My service should not end in two hours, she announces shyly, a little embarrassed.

- Yes, Marie, as I just told you, take your afternoon. I don’t need you anymore… he confirms without looking at the one who turns out to be a housekeeper.

- Alright sir, see you tomorrow.

She advances a little more, nods respectfully, and joins a small car, parked a few meters away.

I feel a piercing look at me and quickly notice that Alex is watching me intensely.

- We weren’t introduced, I believe, he says, holding out a hand.

I shake his hand firmly while perceiving the voice of Amelia by our side.

- Alex, I present to you… Jackson. He’s a musician friend, he kindly wanted to drive me to your house, because my driver is sick.

I listen to Amelia’s words, a little surprised that she doesn’t reveal my true identity, but I don’t let anything show through.

She was probably afraid that Alex would recognize me…

He indeed stares at me intensely as if he was studying each feature of my face precisely. 

But he ends up turning his face and tearing his hand away from mine, addressing Amelia again.

- I suggest you come in, Amelia… Jackson, you can park your motorcycle in the garage, there are threatening clouds coming. I think it would be more prudent.

I take a look at the sky and note that it has largely darkened, raising fears of an impending storm.

- Thank you very much, my motorcycle will appreciate, I answer with a weak smile to reduce the tension that I perceived between us.

- I’m going to open it from the inside, it’s the brown door that you see 100 meters in front of you.

- Alright, thank you, I answer politely.

- Amelia, please, come in, he says placing a hand behind Amelia’s back and guiding her up the stairs.

I take a last look at Amelia who is looking for my eyes before turning around one last time: I read in this look all the weariness that already inhabits her… she was forcing herself to ask for his help.

I place my hands on the handlebars of the motorcycle, helmet in hand and the other hanging on the handlebars, and advance to the section of the domain indicated by Alex.

The door opening is engaged, I hear behind me: I can see the brown door rise and gradually reveal a car body.

I turn around towards the entrance of the castle but it is a closed-door that already faces me whereas Alex and Amelia entered inside.

I arrive at the entrance to the garage, the automatic door is completely raised from now on.

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I take a few steps in the place that has just been revealed to me while guiding my motorbike: the surface of the room impresses me directly. It’s not just a garage, it’s almost a whole ground floor full of cars.

I go a little further and scan the different vehicles around me, lit by several neon lights installed on the ceiling: Rolls Royces, vintage cars, Porsches, legendary American cars, 4x4…

I try to find a place for my motorcycle and find the ideal place in a corner at the back of the room, facing me. I push my motorcycle carefully, sneaking between a Rolls Royce and an old Cadillac, then set it aside by operation the kickstand. 

I can’t help but quickly glance at all these cares with sparkling bodies again, giving me a quick tour of the different models almost installed here on display.

Questions are promptly asked during my contemplation.

What does life in an environment of this nature look like? 

An everyday life where you can have everything you want, where everything is accessible?

Do we still only have dreams?

Is that enough to be happy?

Experience had shown me the opposite: all the artists I had encountered, some of whom could, in the same way, afford everything they wanted, were mostly tortured, neurotic, and alone… deeply alone.

I instinctively think of my parents, of my conversation with Amelia a few hours earlier at the apartment: happiness is not just a garage full of luxury cars… happiness is as simple as sharing a song…

I didn’t know Alex and yet I was sure of one thing: this man had everything he wanted, but he lacked the most important… what it takes to be happy.

My thoughts fade when my attention suddenly stops on a vehicle.

The front bumper is damaged and spots of color intrigue me.

I kneel and distinguish shiny traces on the body… my piqued curiosity, I slide my finger there.

The sensation allows me to define more precisely the substance: it is not painting, it is more fluid than a chemical component… sliding easily on my finger and dressing it in a bright red color…

My heart suddenly accelerates by identifying this liquid on my skin…

I lean a little more, to observe the license plate as if by reflex.

But I’m going wrong: this plate is quite usual with a series of numbers and letters.

And yet… I keep this disturbing intuition in the back of my mind.

Something suddenly strikes me when the elements making up the registration number do not seem perfectly straight and aligned to me.

I touch the piece of metal, nothing abnormal… although, by scrutinizing the metal plate a little more precisely, I discern two very distinct shades of white: the one near the edges is less vivid, more beige than white.

My fingers roam the expanse of metal and I surprisingly perceive an edged revealing itself under my skin as a junction.

An edge.

My fingers grip it and so I detach with surprise the license place. It is a magnetic section that can be applied and removed just as easily.

I watch the object in my hand in disbelief: a removable license plate, this is not something common on the market…

I feel the tension increase in me and I end up looking down again at what this plate hid: what appears before my eyes, doesn’t surprise me, but confirms all the suspicions that were beginning to be expressed deep inside me. 

Because of no letters or numbers on the real plate of this car… of this matt black 4x4… just a sign, a symbol that I have long looked for in the streets of Seattle… which I recognized with horror on the evening of Amelia’s concert.

It is there in a few inches from my eyes: this mysterious Ferry Boat which has haunted me for many weeks.

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Amelia…

A name that invades my mind… that repeats itself with the rhythm of my heartbeat and the intensity of my pulsations.

Without knowing it, I just lead her straight into the nets of our worst enemy…

I have to find her as soon as possible.

A click sounds as I sit up, ready to pounce, and the darkness suddenly surrounds me.

No more light in the room and a metallic noise echoes simultaneously.

My eyes are destabilized by the sudden darkness and I lose the space of a few seconds my bearings.

I groped my way along against the cars to head for the door.

This metallic noise… it seems familiar to me and I realize that it corresponds to the mechanism of the door. But this time, it marks the closing of the garage entrance…

An adrenaline rush spreads throughout my body and mobilizes all my senses in a fraction of a second. My vision quickly adapts to the low light and I note with fright that the door is already half-closed.

I move as fast as I can, in a fight against the mechanics.

I slide on the hood of a car to gain ground, but I watch helplessly the rapid descent from the entrance to the garage.

I’m just a few steps away, I run without paying attention to the shocks against my legs as I hit vehicles. My heart is pounding under the intense effort and tension that assail me. I finally reach this automatic door… but only a handful of free centimeters, too little for me to sneak…

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A deaf clatter rises after a few seconds.

The entrance just closed completely in front of me.

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I am trapped in this garage.

The fault of my lack of speed.

The fault after a few seconds of hesitation and reflection… very useless. I can only blame myself. And the tension turns into nervousness against myself… then into sharp and guilty anxiety.

Amelia is only a few meters away and yet I can’t reach her.

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Here I am stuck… in an impossible situation…

Like the ultimate twit to a bad disaster movie.

What’s worse for a bodyguard than being away from the one he must protect…

What could be worse for me than being helpless, facing this closed door, being fully aware from now on that Amelia is in the greatest danger.

One of my fists violently hits this metal wall in front of me.

A deaf sound pierces the silence that surrounds me.

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Behind this gate.

In the castle.

What is going on?

Does he intend to harm her?

Is she safe and sound? Injured? Sequestered?

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Because Amelia is alone…

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Not with Alex Karev, heir, and privileged donor of the singer’s foundation.

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But with the man who has been harassing her for months.

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The author of the threats, destabilizations which have marked these last months.

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The crazy who inscribed this veil of terror and anguish that now dresses the singer’s face and eyes.

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The monster, responsible for the dramas that clouded her life…

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Thank you for reading. Have a great week 💛

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idk the only fbdo prompt i can think of is cameron falls asleep on the couch so ferris and sloane have a contest to see how much random shit they can put on him before he wakes up. Besides that, the way you wrote cam & sloane’s 1st kiss was very good, how bout writing ferris and cam’s 1st kiss? Unless that’s gonna be in ur new fic of course. Anyway, i’ll be back if i can think of cuter prompts

yo anon… you’re the best!!!! how about i write both???!! it’s hard for me sometimes to write ferris/cam and i have no idea why?? but i’ll do it for you anon! and honestly i’m not too sure if my fic is gonna involve any kissing tbh! i kinda foster ideas as i go

okay! since i am incapable of putting this one in the same timeline of my sloane/cam fic heres one that goes post the fic im working on, which is an interpretation of that fateful day off! (it’s probably a few days after or so)

warning: slight mention of ab*se bc like. cameron’s dad exists

ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY!

Cameron narrowly escapes to his room, his hands shakily pressing the button to dial up the Bueller residence. He was high of pure adrenaline, and unfortunately, fear. The spiel about how ‘he wouldn’t be pushed around any longer, and seriously doesn’t a teenager deserve to have a life of his own? and how he’s done nothing except nearly exhaust himself to make the man proud and he doesn’t even notice!?’ actually takes old Morris Frye by surprise, and in a good way. He ruffles Cameron’s hair and goes on about how for the longest time he’s been waiting for his son to become a man, and how maybe, he’s proud of Cam. That is, until he realizes Cameron’s mentioned the car. Then all bets are off. It starts with a loud bellowing yell and Cameron can sense it’s only gonna escalate from here. Quickly, Morris is inching his way closer to Cameron and even though Cam is giving an explanation as quickly as words can exit his mouth to try and derail his father, it’s no use for the man who loves his car more than his own family. The man is seeing red, the red of that precious 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California that tumbled to its death from the garage. And Cameron needs to get out of there before he gets any closer. 

So he makes it to his bedroom, and the immediate response is Ferris. There’s no one who can save him like the boy who can get out of trouble in any situation. The line rings and he hears the familiar, moody hello of Jeanie Bueller. “Hey, it’s Cameron. Can you put Ferris on, please?” His voice wavers, and Jeanie immediately understands. Cameron won’t lose it, not like how he used to, but these things build up. 

“Ferris! It’s Cameron!” Jeanie yells, and Mrs. Bueller asks if everything’s alright. Jeanie keeps silent, letting Ferris spill if he decides to.

Ferris has something inside of him that is fine tuned to discussions of Cameron or Sloane. This shout isn’t typical Jeanie tone, and immediate sirens begin to blare in his ears. From across the house he’s at the phone in the hall, immediately replacing Jeanie at the line. “Hey, what’s up?” He keeps his voice light. Maybe it’s nothing. 

“Fer, I need an out. My old man is gonna kill me for this car. I mean it. He’ll find a way to give me hell. If it was his way I’d never come back.” He lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s holding in. “Please.”

At this point, Ferris has nearly bitten the inside of his cheek raw. He suddenly regrets all the things he’s ever done to put Cameron at risk of being hurt by his old man. Sure, he did think taking the car out was good for Cameron—he always wished Cameron could loosen up and fully enjoy what good things happened to him—but he could’ve never imagined the state it’d be in by the end of the day. He meant it when he said he’d take the heat for this, and he still does. It kills him to know his foolishness could cost Cameron harm. Ever since Ferris Bueller understood just how horrible things get in Cameron’s house he immediately knew he’d always be there for him. It takes a little longer to realize the reverse is true, that he’d be complete and utterly lost without Cameron, and that he needs him to stay sane. He won’t let that show in his words or his tone. He’s gotta be strong right now because that is what Cameron needs.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll get you out of there.” He covers the receiver. “Jeanie, can I use your car?” A silent nod of understanding from his sister. Mrs. Bueller is insisting to take care of it, she’s always liked Cameron, but Ferris wants it all under his control. “I’ll be there soon, alright?” He asks Cameron, hoping he doesn’t know that he’s keeping his voice from shaking. At least he can’t see his hands.

A deep breath. “Thank you, Ferris. Seriously. You don’t understand how much I appreciate this.” Cameron always knows that Ferris is and always will be there for him, but he’s always grateful when he steps up for things like this. 

Like lightning after Jeanie gives him the keys, Ferris races out of his house and hops into his sister’s car. Ferris is thankful for his driver’s license despite his absence of a car. And he’s thankful for Jeanie at this moment, too. And most importantly, for Cameron. He fights every urge to completely speed over there, since he’d never forgive himself for getting a speeding ticket on the way to his best friend’s house. When he gets to Cameron’s he makes his way to Cameron’s window. He’s willing to risk heat from Morris for sneaking Cameron out, and if the man even thinks he’s getting at Cameron for this he’s sorely mistaken. Has Ferris ever fought anyone? Absolutely not, but Morris Frye deserves to have a taste of his own medicine for once in his life. Ferris raps on the window as quietly as he can, his eyes lighting up immediately when Cameron turns to face him. 

Cameron fights a loud, enthusiastic expression of gratitude, but his sentiments remain. “G-d bless Ferris Bueller.” Ferris simply grins. But his eyes widen with concern when he remembers why he’s here. “Wait, Cam. Are you hurt? Did that son of a bitch—” Ferris can’t stop himself from grabbing at Cameron’s arms and getting a bit too close to look at his face.

Cameron chuckles, swatting him away. “I’m fine, Fer. Quit breathing on me. But seriously, I’m alright.” He looks at Ferris, the absolute goof of a best friend right in front of him. Despite his cool exterior, he really does wear his heart on his sleeve. He’s thankful that all those threats that he’d find a new best friend were never serious. Cameron almost embraces him. Almost. He settles for a shared smile. 

“Okay, let’s get the hell out of here.” Ferris rocks back onto his heels and Cameron swiftly stands up from his bed. They get out through the window and shut it tight. 

The ride to Ferris’s is awkward. Ferris wants nothing more than to crack a joke and relieve this tension, but he doesn’t want to disrespect what’s just happened to Cameron. The radio is on low, playing the current hits. When they reach the Bueller’s Cameron is bombarded with concerned but sweet proddings from Mrs. Bueller and a comforting look from Jeanie. Cameron feels a bit lighter already, but he only feels like he can fully breathe once they’re in Ferris’ room. The Cars are softly playing from Ferris’s stereo while Cameron flops directly onto the bed and Ferris sits next to him. 

“Jesus Christ.” Cameron’s voice is muffled against the comforter, and he slowly turns to face up and look at the ceiling. “I hate this. I can’t believe I have to run away to solve my problems.”

“To be fair, you’re not running away. You’re literally 10 miles away from your house. Plus, I helped you escape.” Ferris leans back on his palms and looks at the ceiling too. “Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t done it sooner. I wouldn’t last a day there. I don’t know how you do it. Fuck what Morris says, Cam, you’re the bravest man I know.” He breathes out a sigh and wishes he could say more. 

Cameron shifts and turns to Ferris for a moment. “No way, man. That’s you.” They exchange a glance. Despite being friends for seven years, words like these don’t get shared often between them. “Thank you. Again. Not even just for this, Fer.” He looks at Ferris intensely. “My life outside of that house is what it is because of you. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” 

Ferris averts his gaze, but a smile plays on his lips for a moment. He pauses and draws out the phrase, “You, my love, are worth it all.” 

Cameron’s face is immediately drowned in heat. He doesn’t know why this is so significant but all he feels is his heartbeat in his throat and he can’t help but sit up, dumbfounded. He looks at Ferris and there’s nothing that can convince him the boy was joking. Ferris, inversely, however, is turning pale. 

“What?” That’s all that escapes Cameron’s mouth, but it’s not upset or repulsed. Only curious. 

“Look, Cam, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it and it just slipped out and you’re just great, okay? That’s it. You’re just great, the problem is how great you are.” The words slip out so fast Cameron is just barely hanging on. 

“I’m what?”

“You’re fantastic. You’re everything I could ask in a friend and more and I’ve just been thinking it over for a few days and I’m so sorry I ever jeopardized your safety. I need you and all of this wouldn’t even matter if it wasn’t for you, Cameron.” His eyes, deep with worry and passion all at once meet Cameron’s. And without a second thought Ferris’s hands are cupping his face and he presses a kiss into Cameron’s lips. Cameron’s caught off guard, insanely surprised, but as his heartbeat slows he can hear Ferris’s breath in an exhale and Cameron presses a kiss back into Ferris. Cameron smiles and after a moment Ferris parts from the kiss and looks up at his best friend. 

“Didn’t mean shit, Bueller.” Cameron laughs and all of a sudden the light is back in Ferris’s eyes and Ferris can’t think of anything to do but tackle Cameron in a hug. It knocks Cameron’s lanky frame over, but they just lay there and continue to laugh.

[i-got-these-words]

If you’re still taking requests, could you do a flirty phone convo ft. HT and MGS?? You write so good though sooo you can do whatever you like!!! I know I’ll love it!! *hugsss*

I’m sorry, anon. I don’t know what happened…

A/N: This is a work of fiction that I pulled out of my ass. In its entirety. Procedures, regulation and jargon included. There is, however, a glossary of terms at the end of this post that tries to make sense of things.

I love hearing your thoughts, so leave me a comment! ;)

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The pit was swathed in layers of slumber, the overhead lights set low as the night approached its darkest hour.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected during the third shift, but this was not it. The silence was unsettling, bordering on sinister.

The soft click of keys. The steady hum of computer fans. The stop-and-start stutter of a colleague snoring in a darkened corner.

Soon after he’d punched in, he’d dealt with two PIs and a neighbourly disturbance. But fuck all since. And the stillness was making his skin crawl.

It was nearing three am, though, and he was due a break. He was about to swivel round in the high-back chair to clear it with his dispatch supervisor when his phone monitor lit up. The emergency line.

Adjusting his headset, he picked up the call and immediately turned his attention to the mapping system on the central screen as it tried to triangulate the caller’s location.

“Nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?” Guan Shan said into the mouthpiece, frowning slightly when the mapping system sputtered its failure to ping the cellular device.

A rupture of ragged breathing abraded his right ear.

“Nine-one-one,” he repeated, wondering what the statistics were on perverts prank-calling emergency services.

A throaty moan adjourned the breathless rasping, sounding wet and wounded.

“What is the location of your emergency?” Guan Shan tried again, more urgent this time.

What the fuck?

Two weeks post training and initiation, Guan Shan’s most exciting call yet had been a GTA that had lasted all of ten minutes – casualties: nil. Although a desk job was not the endgame, moonlighting as a 911 operator whilst he studied for the EMT license exam would help cushion the blow the paramedic training fees were going to deliver to his malnourished bank account.

Running the ATL on the mapping system again, Guan Shan quickly scanned the screen to his left. The list of incoming calls to the county’s PSAP were sparse, a Code Red notably absent.

Just as he inhaled, readying himself to reiterate his opening line, a clamorous clatter rang in his ear, followed by a series of sibilant curses.

“Hello?” The voice at the other of the line, smooth as silk and husky like cigarette smoke, was distinctly male.

Guan Shan ignored the way the fine hairs at his nape prickled. “Sir, what is your emergency?”

“Well, I’m not sure how much of an emergency a man at death’s door constitutes.” All facts and no filler. “He’s fucked.” The words were enunciated on a knife’s edge. And sent a chill to the hollow of Guan Shan’s spine.

But Guan Shan had shed blood, sweat and snot over the Emergency Management and Communications modules and there was no fucking way this dickhead was going to throw him off.

“What is your location?” Fingers flying over his primary keyboard, Guan Shan pulled up the live rota on unengaged EMT vehicles. Due to recent cutbacks, there were plenty of ambulances but not enough crew. “Sir?”

A withering exhale. “You’ll have to track the phone. Somewhere in the ass crack of fuck-knows-where.”

Guan Shan ground his teeth, suppressing a sour retort – partly irked by the man’s unhelpful response and deliberate disregard, and partly irked by how erotic he sounded with said disregard. In particular, the way he said ‘fuck’ with the faint, fluid hint of a high-bred accent made Guan Shan’s ears heat up.

“What can you see around you? Any landmarks?” Guan Shan asked as he launched the medical emergencies algorithm, the rapid click-click-click of the plastic keys matching the speed of his heart, beat for beat. He’d never managed a critically-unstable casualty outside of a simulation before.

“Desert. Dirt. A beat-up truck.” Pause. “A bleeding man on his last breath.”

“Can you apply pressure to the wound?”

A soft sound in Guan Shan’s ear suggested a smirk. “Depends. Which would you rather: death by exsanguination or asphyxiation?”

The shit? “Ex-excuse me?”

The man lowered his voice to a tortured pitch and Guan Shan tensed in his seat. “There’s a gaping, toothless grin where his neck used to.”

Fucking-A.

Trepidation torched Guan Shan’s nerves as sawdust filled his mouth. “Who did that to him?” Was the perpetrator on the premises? Was the RP in danger? Or did Guan Shan have a homicidal psycho on the line?

A moment passed, the only sound in Guan Shan’s ear the slow, even breaths of a man who wasn’t used to being questioned.

“How green are you, rookie? There’s only me and this shithead for miles in every direction.”

“Tell me.” Guan Shan hissed. Tell me what you did, you arrogant prick. And then tell me where you are so I can unleash a squad on your ass.

“I slit his throat,” the raw edge to the voice was savage.

“Why –” Guan Shan clamped his mouth shut before the rest of that sentence escaped. Fuck almighty. With brisk taps, he alerted EMS and the sheriff’s office of the Code Red: Assault in Progress.

He needed a location.

“What is this, couple’s therapy?” The man sneered. “Why does anyone kill?”

Guan Shan’s gaze flickered back to the central monitor; the mapping system was still struggling to pick up a cell signal.

“Duty,” the man started, tongue rolling tenderly over the ‘t’ like a lover. “Derangement. Or self-defence.”

Derangement. Without a fucking doubt.

“Where the hell are you?” Guan Shan whispered, more to himself, fists clenching briefly over his keyboard before he resumed typing again.

“I thought you were tracking the phone?” The almost-stammer in the man’s voice was so slight Guan Shan nearly missed it.

What was that? Fear? Exhaustion?

“I’m trying.” Guan Shan insisted, sending an SOS message to his dispatch supervisor. “But accuracy relies on a number of factors: the model of the phone, signal strength –”

“Figures,” the man interrupted. “It’s a burner. Production lines probably dried up last century. He doesn’t have anything else on him.”

“What about your own phone?”

“He took all my shit. Dumped it en route.”

Growing more confused, Guan Shan pressed his lips together and back-pedalled to triage. “Are you hurt?”

A throaty chuckle. “I’m not dead or dying. And that’s all that really matters, right?”

Mother of fuck. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this dickhead.

Guan Shan startled as a hand landed on his shoulder – it was his supervisor. Muting the line, Guan Shan indicated the spazzing mapping system. “I can’t get coordinates.”

With a grim look, his supervisor took in the electronic log, the Code Red alert, and said, “I’ll work location from my pod. You stay on intel.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Guan Shan acknowledged the order with a dip of his head and unmuted the call. “Help me out here. I can’t dispatch a unit to fuck-knows-where,” he muttered into his mouthpiece, a cold bead of sweat sliding down the back of his neck. “How’s the other guy doing?”

“Still twitching.” The words were choppy, the inflection flat. “Listen.” The man heaved a deep sigh, sounding tired and battle-torn. “I haven’t had anything to drink in the last twenty or so hours. And nothing to eat for longer than that. I haven’t slept since fuck knows when. I used the last of my reserves to take this shithead out.” An audible swallow. “I’m tired. And dehydrated. And furious as all fuck. But when his buddy realises something’s up, he’s gonna hightail it to this godforsaken dry land and fuck me up.” An amused chortle tickled Guan Shan’s ear. “And all I got is a rusty switchblade and shitty night vision. Plenty of fucks to give, but not enough juice to fuel ’em.”

Guan Shan’s mouth went from dry to arid.

No way.

No fuckin–

“Who are you?” Guan Shan asked, sounding much calmer than he felt, fingers poised over the keys that would spell the RP’s name out.

The man didn’t need to say it; Guan Shan already knew. Should have known the minute the man had spoken. Not because his face had been on every news station in the country for the last three days. Nor because of his high-profile status. ‘Plenty of fucks to give…’ But because of one rainy night with no cab in sight, an exclusive bar that begrudgingly provided shelter, and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue that kept on tipping.‘ … but not enough juice to fuel ’em.’

A night that should have been forgettable, but wasn’t. Touches that should have remained anonymous, but hadn’t. Masks of sultry indifference that should have stayed in place, but had slipped, slipped, slipped.

Two years on, and every rainstorm was sweet torment on Guan Shan’s senses; a reminder of a night that shouldn’t have happened, of a risk he shouldn’t have taken.

“He Tian,” came the haggard reply. “My father is the state prosecutor.”

Grabbing his radio gear, Guan Shan hit the transmission button and barked, “This is Oscar Paris Two-Five-Five, Delta Havana, do you copy? Over.”

A sizzle of static burst through the radio’s speaker. “Delta Havana receiving. Over.”

“The twelve-nine on the Code Red is a twelve-one. Over.”

“Repeat dispatch. Over.”

“The Code Red is a twelve-one. I repeat, the Code Red –” Guan Shan dropped the radio-speak “– is the Chief Prosecutor’s son. Immediate threat to life. Over.”

“Ten-four. Do we have a location? Over.”

Fuck. “In progress. Over.”

“Ten-four. Standing by. Over.”

He Tian laughed a little, but the sound was a dry and ragged thing. “That was… kinda hot, rookie.”

“Look, we’re gonna find you.” Sifting through the notes he had taken so far, Guan Shan said, “You mentioned a truck.”

“Yeah,” He Tian replied wryly. “But I can’t drive stick.”

Had the circumstances been different, Guan Shan might have rolled his eyes. “The suspect picked this specific location. It isn’t random. He would have needed to find his way back. Is there a navigation system in the vehicle?”

He Tian hummed in agreement. “Yeah, okay. I’ll check.” There was a rustle of movement, punctuated by a pained grunt.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Shit. He was hurt. Running only on adrenaline, it wouldn’t be long before He Tian crashed.

“Take it easy,” Guan Shan instructed. “And stay on the line. How many accomplices does the suspect have?”

“I only ever saw one other guy. He wanted to give my dad another day to cough up the ransom. But this shithead here said he was done babysitting.” An obnoxious creak of unoiled hinges screeched into Guan Shan’s ear. “Brought me here to put a bullet in my head.”

As Guan Shan fed the information electronically to the police coordinator, he added the relevant codes to indicate armed perps and firearms at the scene.

“Fuck yeah, rookie. Good call.” He Tian chuckled. “There’s a marked map here. And a Gatorade.”

With He Tian relaying the approximate longitude and latitude over the phone, Guan Shan was able to zero in on a location on the mapping system. He picked up his radio phone.

“Delta Havana, this is Oscar Paris Two-Five-Five. Over.”

“Go ahead, Oscar. Over.”

“We need to mobilise a chopper. Over.”

“Ten-four. What are the coordinates? Over.”

Once he’d rattled them off, Guan Shan sent an urgent message to his dispatch supervisor to authorise his request for air support; it was the quickest and safest way to reach that far in the desert this time of the night.

The mapping system refreshed itself and a green dot appeared on the screen, zinging its way to the red dot in the ass crack of fuck-knows-where. ETA seven minutes.

“He Tian,” Guan Shan began, “there’s a helicopter on its way.”

But He Tian appeared distracted. “Uh-huh.”

“I still need you to stay on the line til –” A deafening bang blasted through the headset. “Fuck! What was that? He Tian?” Right ear ringing, Guan Shan checked that the call hadn’t dropped. “He Tian?”

Fuckfuckfuck.

He slammed down the transmitter button on his radio. “Oscar Paris Two-Five-Five to Echo Gold, do you copy? Over.”

“Echo Gold receiving. Over.”

“Shots fired.” Fffuuuckk. “I repeat, shots fired.”

“Ten-four. We’re still in the air. Do you still have comms with the RP? Over.”

Guan Shan worked the muscles in his jaw. “Negative,” he whispered.

Fucking shit.

The helicopter was still three minutes out. And that was assuming they’d find the right location straight away. And a suitable place to land.

Running tremulous hands through his hair, Guan Shan stopped himself from wreaking havoc on the curved desk and the console before him.

So close, he thought. We were so fucking close.

A soft murmur in his ear had Guan Shan stilling. “He Tian?”

Another pained grunt. Oh sweet fuck.

“Sorry,” He Tian said, his voice like smoked honey. “I dropped the phone. I told you I couldn’t fucking drive stick. I think… I think the engine backfired.”

Guan Shan laughed despite himself. Fully aware that the audio was being recorded, and the transcript may be used in evidence, he let out a low growl, laden with chocked emotion. “You owe me another Johnnie Walker, you dickhead.”

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Glossary ~

PI: Public Intoxication

GTA: Grand-theft auto

EMT: Emergency Medical Technician

RP: Reporting person

ATL: Attempt to locate

PSAP: Public-safety answering point; a call centre dedicated to handling the emergency telephone number(s) for police, firefighting, and ambulance services.

EMS: Emergency Medical Service

12-9: Assault in progress

12-1: Kidnapping

10-4: Understood

ETA: Estimated Time of Arrival

Comms: Communication

[theworldofotps]

Forever and Always

Pairing: Fergal Devitt x Reader Word Count: 1,460 Description: Fergal will love (y/n) forever and always no matter what happens. -It's kinda sad af so like angst. Idk I just wrote if you don't wanna be sad don't read t.

Song based one shot, the song is Forever and Always By Parachute.

I did, however, switch it to it being y/n instead of Fergal because I couldn't bring myself to do 'that' to my baby so yeah. I know I said I had other works coming and I do but I just wanted to post cause I'm stuck on this Elias piece.

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Fergal sits at the table sipping the cup of coffee he made while waiting for (y/n) to come home from work. He had the day off and they had planned to spend the evening together relaxing maybe watch a few movies. Glancing at the clock he sees it's going on eight she should have been home over an hour ago. Looking at his phone to see if there are any missed messages or calls he decides to ring up her best friend since they work together. 

"Hello, (y/bff/n) speaking."

"Hi, uh it's Fergal."

"It's so nice to hear from you, (y/n) was just telling me earlier you were home for a few days."

"That I am, I was wondering if she went home with ya she isn't back yet and I know she got off at six-thirty."

"No, she's not with me I haven't seen her or spoke with her since I got off at four."

"Oh alright, I was just a bit worried she usually calls if she's going to be late."

"The boss might have had an emergency and needed her maybe you should give her cellphone a call."

"Thanks, I'll do that and have her text you when she gets home."

Hanging up he presses the speed dial button confused on why it goes straight to voicemail.

"Hello love, it's me I was wondering where ya were since you haven't made it home yet. Give me a call when you get this so I know you're alright. I love you."

Ending the call Fergal looks out the window at the snow-covered ground it was crazy to still see snow and almost be the end of March. He was more than ready for springtime and new that (y/n)  was ready for it too. When the phone rings he rushes back to the table picking it up hoping to hear his fiancee's voice.

"Hello?"

"Is this Fergal Devitt?"

"Yes, it is who am I speaking with?"

"This is officer Trenton I was asked to call you and have you come to the hospital it's involves your fiancee."

"What's wrong?"

"Something has happened and the doctor said you should come right now. I can't say much else right at the moment I'm sorry sir."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

Hanging up once more Fergal slips on his things asking his neighbor to give him a ride to the hospital. Sitting in the passenger seat Fergal can't help but let his mind drift back to December when he finally asked her to be his wife.

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"Feg where on earth are we going?"

"Don't worry love you'll see in a moment."

Smiling as she grips his hand to keep from tripping Fergal guides her to the large fountain, the Christmas lights on it shining brightly.

"Okay, when I tell ya too open yer eyes."

"Got it."

Releasing her hand Fergal gets on one knee thankful someone had cleared off the sidewalk so his pants wouldn't get wet on the concrete.

"Open your eyes, my love."

(Y/n) opens her eyes glancing around before noticing Fergal on one knee a beautiful ring sat in a black velvet box in his hand.

"(Y/n) you have made me the happiest man alive I don't think it's possible for anyone to match what I feel for ya love. You are the brightest thing in my life right next to my family I want you forever and always. I want to love you through all the good and every bad as well as the ugly. Despite being seperated by weeks of traveling I want you to know that at the end of the day I'm still yours. I wanna grow old together with you if possible have a family of our own. I want you forever, for always and I promise to love you no matter what. So (y/f/n) (y/l/n) will you marry me?"

Wiping the tears from her eyes (y/n) nods saying a soft yes Fergal grins sliding the ring on her slightly trembling hand. Standing he pulls her close pressing a kiss kiss to her lips as she smiles back to him whispering forever and always against his lips.

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"We're here please let me know what's going on I'll be in the waiting room."

"Thank you I appreciate it."

Walking in the entrance Fergal goes right to the front desk wringing his hands nervously.

"I'm here about (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n) the police told me to show up."

"Yes sir follow me."

Following behind the nurse she gets a doctor who shakes his hand the two leading him down what felt like a million halls. This place is more like a maze than a hospital he just wanted to get to his woman. He tries to listen as they tell him about an accident someone slid on a patch of black ice ramming her car down an embankment which flipped it before hitting a tree. Fergal feels his heart drop he couldn't seem to focus on what they were saying they sounded so far away. Stopping in front of the door the doctor gives him a pat on the shoulder walking away trying to keep a straight face he steps in the room.

"Fergal."

Sitting next to her bed he tries his hardest not to look at all the wires covering her body the cuts on her face. Taking her only uninjured hand in his he holds it tightly as he carefully pushes some hair from her eyes.

"Baby I'm so sorry."

Clearing his throat he places a kiss to the back of her hand as she takes a shallow breath looking at him.

"It wasn't your fault they say they say it was a sheet of black ice."

(Y/n) whispers wincing Fergal tries to distract her talking about the kids they're gonna have and how good life will be for them.

"At least at least two kids?"

"Mhm baby at least two or more if you want."

"Can we get a house in Ireland near your parents?"

"If that's what you want my love, of course, we can."

"On a hillside one with a great view where we can stay forever."

Fergal tries to hold the tears back as she lets out a small groan of pain shakily licking her lips

"We'll grow old together yeah?"

"Yes we will."

"I want you to promise me no matter what happens whether we're rich or we end up poor that we'll still love each other forever and always."

"I promise you and I promise I am going to love you for the rest of my existence."

Fergal sits up when he gets an idea calling for a nurse to come in he leans down so Fergal can whisper in his ear. He asks them to bring the chaplain up before asking the couple next door who's husband just got out of leg surgery to borrow their wedding rings. A small group of people stand near the bed to witness as the chaplain reads a few verses. Fergal cracks a small joke about (y/n) having to wait to enjoy their honeymoon the group laughs a little as tears fall down their cheeks. This was the kind of thing that they thought would only happen in a story they never thought they would see it in real life. Fergal slips the ring on her finger as he clears his throat to say the few short words he knew would mean the world to the two of them.

"(Y/n) I love you now you have me forever and always through the good and the bad and the ugly. We'll grow old together and I want you to always remember whether happy or sad or whatever we'll still love each other no matter what."

Tears stream down his face as he finishes the vows the beeping on her heart monitor getting too slow. Y/n's voice is almost too low for Fergal to hear as she says her vows him helping her slip the ring on his hand then giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I..love you forever...forever and always.. Please.. just remember.. even if I'm not there... I'll always love you.. forever and always.."

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So this song rips my heart up.

[sethrine-writes]

Come What May - Ch. 1

Pairing:  Captain America/Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Words: 2596

Warnings:  Slow burn, some violence

Summary:  There’s quite a few coincidences that happen throughout anyone’s lifetime. It just so happens that you’re experiencing far too many in a short span of time to be considered mere coincidence - and others are also beginning to take notice. Just how many times can Captain America actually save you before things take a turn for the worst?

A/N:  Whelp, only needed a few interested to actually want to post this thing! This fic was started out of a bored idea to have my best friend give me one-word or short phrased prompts, and I would write a cohesive, continuing story out of the prompts, of which turned out to be each chapter’s title. I’m six chapters in, so if anyone wants to post a prompt (short phrase or one-word) feel free to do so! I’ll be sure to mention you in the chapter, should I use your idea!

Without further ado, here we go!

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Chapter 1: Oops

Being late to work wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world, but for you, someone who took pride in good work ethics, it was damn near close.

It felt like everything was working against you that morning, all thanks to your carelessness the night before. Your alarm went off thirty minutes later due to you forgetting to change it back from yesterday’s later start to the day; there was no coffee anywhere in your apartment, and, somehow, you missed the button on the dryer and had to wait over thirty minutes for your clothes to dry.

As it was, you should have already been on your way out the door, yet you were rushing to dress yourself while attempting to finish off your meager breakfast of orange juice and toast. You were just slipping on your shoes and deciding whether to grab your coat or leave it when your cell rang. Groaning, you reached for the device blasting the chorus of one of your brother’s favorite songs before answering in a rush of breath.

“Hello?”

“Hey, wow, you okay? No need for that tone with me, young lady!”

Despite your rushed antics and not-so-thrilling morning thus far, you couldn’t help but smile at your brother’s voice.

“Andrew, hey! Sorry, I’m just…I’m running late, and-“

“You, late? Wow, never thought I’d live long enough to hear those words in the same sentence.”

“Yeah, haha, so funny. Just…this hasn’t been my morning. Look, I should have been out the door over fifteen minutes ago. Let me call you back later, okay?”

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t wanna stop a working woman, anyways. Oh, hey, did you at least eat? I know how you are when you’re in a hurry.”

You rolled your eyes as you rummaged through your tote bag, making sure you had all your papers and reports for the day.

“Yes, mother, I ate my breakfast.”

“Good, just checking. Have a day.”

“What? No having a ‘good’ day?”

“Well, considering you’re on the verge of being twenty minutes late-”

“Yeah, thanks, okay! Talk to you later.”

You both gave amused good-byes, and as soon as your phone was tucked away safely in your pants pocket, you were reaching for your house keys, your tote bag, and then heading out the door.

The walk to work was a relatively short one, usually only ten minutes at a brisk walk. As you made your way through the bustling streets of New York, your busy mind wandered to Andrew and his protective manners while your feet carried you on autopilot.

Andrew was a Marine, had been since he was fresh out of high school. He had learned so many things, had climbed up the ranks, and though you weren’t completely sure what he did within the Force, you supported him wholeheartedly. He loved the work, the rush of dangerous situations that sent his adrenaline soaring, something of which you would never understand and, frankly, worried you greatly at times.

As of recently, however, you took solace in the fact that his station for the time being was at the Avengers Tower. You had no idea why he was stationed there or what exactly it was that he did. Honestly, you didn’t want to know. But knowing he was at least in the same building as the group of heroes  that had saved countless people in numerous cities gave you some peace of mind.

You were forced out of your thoughts by the insistent ringing and buzzing of your phone going off once again that morning. You reached into your pocket and answered it automatically, not at all surprised to hear your boss on the other end.

“Hello, (Y/N), is everything alright? You haven’t signed into the network, and no one’s seen you around the office, yet.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just had a late start this morning, but I’m almost there, I swear!”

“Oh, good, glad nothing serious happened! I believe you gave the others a fright when you didn’t show at your usual time. You’re known for being very punctual.”

“I am so, so sorry, Jennet, it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t even worry about it. Honestly, shit happens, and I’m not going to hold life against you.”

You both gave a short laugh at her statement. You loved how laid back Jennet could be while still being a fierce leader and a hard-working boss.

“I’m actually glad I caught you. It’s a bit out of your way, I know, but could you stop by our partnering bank? Mr. Perez has some files ready for us, and last time I sent Jimmy, he somehow got everything mixed up.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem! I can grab a taxi, be in and out in a jiffy. It shouldn’t take me any longer than an hour, if traffic is light.”

“Great, thanks! I’ll go ahead and… you in…work, see you w…here!”

The call ended abruptly without so much as another word spoken on your part. You gave your phone a look, glancing at the signal bars to find they were fully lit up. Well, that was strange.

Replacing your phone, you changed your direction and stepped to the curb, throwing your arm up at the first sight of a yellow car. Two attempts were all you needed to hail an empty taxi, and within another fifteen minutes, you had arrived at your business’ partnering bank.

It was a very big bank, one that had quite a lot of traffic from opening to closing. Mr. Perez was a nice, trusting man, very fair, and his numbers were always well calculated. He made financing look like a piece of cake, which is why Jennet had partnered with him in the first place. It also helped that they were longtime friends.

You paid your fare and entered the building, not at all surprised to find several small lines having already formed at the open windows.

Shifting your tote bag slightly, you made your way further in and to the left, intent on rounding behind the counters and to the back where several offices, including Mr. Perez’s own, were held. The man himself, a short, stalky man with dark hair and glasses, was out and discussing something with the security guard beside the entryway to the back. He must have sensed your gaze on him, because not a moment later, he turned and gave you a welcoming smile and a wave of his hand to come on over.

You hastened your pace just a bit, though in your sudden change of speed and eyes firmly locked forward, you hadn’t seen the man passing beside you and bumped into him harshly, tripping over your own two feet in the process and falling to your knees with a sharp gasp. There was a large clatter beside you, possibly something the man had dropped due to your clumsiness, and already you had an apology as you attempted to right yourself.

“Shit, I am so sorry, I didn’t…didn’t mean to….”

Looking to where the object fell, your eyes widened to find a gun not but two feet away from you. Your gaze moved slowly up to the now scowling man standing above you, his dark eyes seething in anger.

“What the fuck did you do?” he asked, though it seemed more like a rhetorical question. Nevertheless, you gave an answer that only you could come up with in such a dire situation.

“Um…oops?”

Three sharp shots suddenly echoed in the air, causing a tide of panic and fear to take hold of the people in the building. Within seconds, people were scattering and running for their lives, several making it out the front doors before another few shots rang out, halting most of the movement.

You attempted to take advantage of the situation in hopes of making a mad dash out of there, but as soon as you made a move to stand, there was a rough hand in your hair, pulling hard and effectively stopping your attempt to get away. Your hands were instantly around his wrist, but his grip was firm, and it didn’t feel like he planned on letting go any time soon.

“Don’t think you’re goin’ anywhere, sugar, not after you done fucked up our plans,” he said, pulling harder on your hair and forcing you to your feet. He retrieved his gun in the process, of which had fallen from his large coat pocket when you knocked into him, and began pointing it randomly at those who hadn’t been able to escape.

“Alright, alright, I need all of ya to shut up and get down on the floor,” he shouted out, everyone doing exactly as he had told them.

From your unfavorable vantage point, you could see a man holding a rather large gun where the security guard Mr. Perez had been talking to once stood. Said officer was now splayed out on the floor beside the man’s feet, his gun sticking out of the other man’s pants. Poor guy; he must have tried to stop whatever this was turning into and got caught in the crossfire. At least he hadn’t been shot…or so you hoped.

“Good, you lot are quite the listeners! Now, we don’t want much; just give us the money, no one gets hurt, that sort of thing. Any difficulties,” he paused, pulling your head back by your hair hard enough for you to let out a cry of pain, “and we might just have to retract that last part.”

He looked to his right at another one of his partners, a stone-faced man who looked like he’d been through war or something similar in that nature, and gave a firm nod. The stone-faced man then moved to the first window, throwing a large duffle bag at the woman behind it while pointing his gun directly at her. She was quick to comply and began shoveling money into the bag in hopes of keeping her life.

You could see everyone from your unfortunate vantage point, scattered across the floor in hunched positions, and they were terrified. Most of them had their heads down, trying to make themselves as small as possible so as not to become the next target. Others were quietly comforting one another or subtly attempting to look around or at the group of criminals’ faces to most likely give the best description of them to the police once they were on their way.

Hell, you were just as scared as all of them, especially being put in the position you were in. You and your clumsy self effectively turned your day into possibly the worst one of your life. You weren’t sure if there was any way out of this for you, especially since you had messed up whatever plans they had before they could even begin, yet even if things seemed meek, you couldn’t help but wonder….

If Andrew were in this situation, what would he do?

“H-hey,” you spoke up, cursing your rapidly beating heart and your stuttering voice as the ring leader, your captor, looked to you.

“Hm? Got somethin’ to say, sugar?”

“Why…why are you doing this?”

Your question gave your captor a chuckle as he grinned maliciously at you.

“Because, money makes the world go ‘round, and we’re in short supply. No better place than a bank to get what we need.”

“Or, maybe you could, I don’t know, get a job like everyone else?”

Yeah, that’s definitely what Andrew would say in this situation. He’d have earned a nice hit to the face, too, just like the one you received immediately after that comment, the butt of the gun hitting hard against the side of your face and forcing a pained shout from your lips.

“Boy, the mouth on you, sugar! Makes me wanna….”

The man pressed the barrel of his gun against the corner of your mouth, laughing cruelly as you flinched away from the contact, pressing your lips firmly together in hopes he didn’t try it again.

“Let her go.”

Your captor turned abruptly at the demanding voice, pulling you closer once again by your hair and causing you to wince. There stood a man dressed comfortably in jeans, a thin jacket over some sort of graphic tee, and a baseball cap covering his head. His bright blue eyes were staring down your captor with such ferocity that if looks could put people into motion, the ring leader would have already been knocked to the floor by such intensity.

“Well, look at you, pretty boy! Didn’t your momma ever tell ya bein’ a hero will only get ya killed?”

“Last chance, buddy,” the man said, his posture changing to that of someone gearing up for something more to happen. He was scanning the area in a quick glance around, taking notice of the other two lackeys who were both keeping their eye on their boss’ situation, but continuing their jobs as collector and look-out. His eyes then found yours, and for a brief moment, they softened in a manner that made you feel things might just turn out okay.

Your captor gave a hearty laugh, clearly amused at the man practically begging to be shot.

“What’re ya gonna do, huh? You gonna make me let her go? Wanna test if you’re faster than a bullet to her head?”

The gun shifted until the barrel was against your temple, a malicious smile slowly making its way across the ring leader’s lips. You gave out a shuttering breath, attempting to keep yourself calm, but unable to stop the slight prickling of tears at the corners of your eyes. You looked to the man trying to save you once more, begging him with your gaze to back down, save himself. You’d already come to terms with your possible death, the last thing you wanted was to have someone killed because of you.

There was a moment of challenging glances between your captor and the man, though after a moment, the blue-eyed savior seemed to relent. Your captor was more than pleased, easing the gun from the side of your head to point it at his new target.

“Good on you, pretty boy! Now, down on your knees, hands behind your head.”

The blue-eyed man’s eyes were sharp as he took a small step back, placing his hands behind his head. Just as he made to kneel, his gaze shifted to just behind your captor, a look of fear crossing his features.

“No, don’t!”

Your captor turned abruptly at the other man’s outburst, ready to stop whatever was taking place behind him. It was the perfect distraction for your blue-eyed savior to run up and grapple with the ring leader for his gun, the grip in your hair loosening just enough for you to free yourself. You fell to the floor just as your savior effectively knocked the gun from your captor’s hand and sent a hard punch to the side of his head, effectively knocking him out.

He looked to you for a brief moment, his worry soothing over as soon as your gaze met his. The moment lasted only a short second as shots rang through the building, a panic once again settling over the people. Your blue-eyed savior was on the move instantly, ducking behind pillars in an attempt to get closer to the other two lackeys.

You remained on the floor, following the man’s swift and calculated movement as it dawned on you exactly who had risked his life for yours.

Captain America had saved your life.