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phantomwritezstuff077 · 9 months ago

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The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings for this chapter: mention of death, angst

Chapter Six

But did Laurie listen to that ‘no kids allowed’ rule?

No.

She quietly followed behind Billy and Melquiades, she had the hood of her patchy and damaged cloak over her head. Laurie was a quiet girl, so for her, it was easy to follow the two men in front of her to the gambling-house without them noticing. Once she saw them walk into the building she went around and climbed a large boulder so that she could watch through the window. Laurie knew how damn stupid she was being, but she had a sinking feeling in her gut that something was going to go wrong.

“Sit down. You are very welcome…,” a man whom Laurie was going to assume was Don said to Billy. Billy nodded, taking his hat off as he sat down and the game began. The men at the table threw money into the middle and Laurie held her breath, peeking through the window just enough for her to ot be noticed by the group of gamblers.

Laurie was beginning to lose track of how long this gambling session was going on for and she felt her eyes beginning to grow heavy. She was so tired, and she really wanted to sleep. Maybe she could just rest her eyes for a moment and check back in later? What was the worst that could happen?

The red-head’s eyes snapped shut and she fell asleep, resting her head on the wall as she softly snored while the gambling in the room next to her continued. Hours passed and Laurie was still fast asleep on the boulder by the window and the poker was still going on and it didn’t seem like it was going to end anytime soon. Billy sometimes found himself wondering if Laurie was okay being alone in their inn room for so long but he quickly brought himself back to the game. He knew she was safer in the inn rather than being here.

Oh, if only he knew.

Once the money was all won back, Melquiades and Billy decided to wrap it up and go home. Billy pocketed the money and slowly stood up with his friend and left the building without a care in the world. Once him and Melquiased were out of the building and back into the streets, Billy handed him the money that they had won and set off to the inn.

However, he stopped when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a certain red-headed girl napping on the boulder. Billy felt his heart stop for a moment, did Laurie seriously follow him out there? He immediately went over and gently shook her awake.

As usual, Laurie shot up, her eyes fluttering open as she looked around before her eyes landed on Billy. For a moment, she was relaxed but then she realized that she had just been caught and she sighed, tensing up like an abused animal preparing for a blow.

“You shouldn’t be out here, kid,” Billy hissed, firmly grabbing Laurie and setting her on solid ground again. “You remember what happened today? I told you to stay at the inn, an you deliberately disobeyed me.”

“I know…,” Laurie whispered.

Billy swallowed, trying to keep his temper from rising. “And what’s worse, you put yourself in serious danger. You could’ve been killed! You’re lucky I spotted you before anyone with bad intentions could.” Billy sounded like a scared and disappointed older brother.

And that was what he felt like.

She reminded him so much of Joe, if he lost her…

Billy shook his head, clearing his throat as he stared at Laurie, who was just looking at the ground. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Laurie, I’m not trying to be an asshole, okay? Let’s just go back to the inn and get some sleep, we can talk about this when neither of us are dog tired.”

Laurie just nodded and began to follow Billy, only for them to both be stopped by Melquiades. “Sleep? Who said anything about sleep? And don’t say that the kid needs it most, she was more spooked than a hunted doe just three seconds ago. She isn’t going to sleep anytime soon. So why don’t we go and have some fun, no?”

He had a point, Laurie was now wide awake and she would definitely not be falling back asleep again for a while. Billy sighed and shook his head, looking at Laurie. But before he could say anything, Melquiased dragged them to a nearby party. There was a lot of drinking and smoking going on there. Laurie stuck to Billy like glue as they made their way around, following the lead of Melquaised who joined the company of his friends.

Laurie sighed as she watched Billy and Mel help the two dancers off the stage. The 13-year-old watched for a little bit before she snuck off, stealing a whiskey from an unattended table and taking a sip. She choked a little bit as it was much stronger than she had expected but she quickly got over it and drank the whole thing like it was water. The little red-head noticed that they were walking away and she ran after them, quickly catching up and walking next to Billy as he flirted with one of the girls. Her head felt all fuzzy and she felt like she was stumbling over nothing. She wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation the men and women were having, she was too busy focusing on not falling on her face.

Was this supposed to happen when you drank whiskey?

Mel pulled Billy to the side so that they could speak. While the two girls, Maria and Julianna stayed behind. The two girls smiled at the young red-head in front of them. Billy looked back at Laurie, he knew how drunk people acted, so he knew that the kid was drunk as a skunk as of right now, however his attention was yanked back to his conversation with Melquiades.

“What’s your name, kid?,” Maria asked as Laurie shook her head, her vision still a bit fuzzy.

“Laurie,” the teenager replied, her words slurring together.

“First time?,” Julianna laughed, noticing the much younger girl's drunken state. Her gaze went back to Billy and Mel. “Would you like to come have dinner with us tomorrow? You can even bring the kid if you want to.”

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The next evening, as the sun set behind the rolling hills and the sky began to darken, Billy, Mel and Laurie made their way to have dinner like the girls had requested. Melquiades was monologuing about how they had to keep things respectful because these girls’ family was very rich and powerful.

“And at least try to say more, Laurie. You can’t be so quiet if you want to make a good impression,” Melquiades said as he looked over at Laurie, who clutched her sketchbook at her chest and simply nodded, sighing to herself as they came to the house.

Billy knocked on the door while Laurie wildly fidgeted with her hands, the scrawny girl wasn’t too sure how she felt about doing this. Within seconds the three of them were let in and seated at a dining table in the biggest kitchen Laurie has ever seen. She sat on a chair next to Billy, her leg bouncing as she fidgeted and listened to the conversations.

“You look very elegant tonight, ma’am,” Melquiandes said to Mrs. Buendia.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Buendia replied, nodding her head as the food server dished out food onto the plates. Laurie kept her gaze on her plate, not engaging in the conversation but instead listening to it. “My husband is an important person. Why, the president of Mexico, sat in that very chair the little runt is sitting on. He gave my husband a medal.”

Laurie looked up at hearing the familiar name she had been given, trying not to show that it upset her to be called that. Instead, she swallowed her anguish and spoke in a polite tone. “I was sorry to hear about your husband’s death.”

“Death? What do you mean? My husband will be home soon. He’s a very important man,” Mrs. Buendia countered, causing Billy, Melquiades and Laurie to exchange perplexed looks.

Was she seriously this delusional?

“Do you have any intentions with my daughters, boys?,” Mrs. Buendia suddenly asked, causing Laurie to almost choke on the water she drank as her eyes snapped over to the older woman once more.

“No, ma’am!,” Mel quickly replied. Laurie could tell immediately that this was a fat fucking lie.

“Watch yourself kid. We are an important family. They must marry well, or they will bring shame on us,” Mrs. Buendia warned before she then looked at Laurie, who was eating her food quietly. “Consider putting some more meat on her bones. She looks like a twig.”

Laurie sighed, putting her utensils down as she got up, going upstairs to the guestrooms that the sisters said had been prepared. She was tired of those kinds of comments and she was tired of being viewed as an injured puppy that needed to be coddled.

She just wanted to be like everyone else.

She just wanted to fit in.

A/N:

Sad Laurie, sad Laurie, sad Laurie

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simpsalot · 7 months ago

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Tempora Mutantur- Part 1 | Billy the Kid | 7k words

Time travel; Real or not real?

Well, considering her and her dad, Conway, had been in the 1800s for three years now, Rowena Radcliffe would like to say it’s a hundred percent real. Neither one of them had any idea how it happened, she had her private theories that would involve her working with quantum mechanics and spacetime models. Something she doubts she could even do without a calculator. Rowena was smart, but not that smart.

Not to mention the implication towards the history of scientific discoveries should someone find her calculations. No, her and her dad were perfectly happy in the past…if you ignore their yearning for modern conveniences or their grief for her mom.

Personally she tended to rail against the lack of respect she got as a doctor simply because she was a woman. Ignoring the fact that she was a genius that had graduated high school–admittedly in the 21st century, but if anything that should count for more–by the age of fourteen. Had been pre-med by the time she was sixteen, and, had they not been shunted to the 1800s, was on track, in the next two years, to start her residency at eighteen years old. One of the youngest ever. It really was lucky her father, a renowned surgeon in modern times, had been thrust back in time with her since he was able to, in general, teach her what would have been taught during that time. He gave her a level of protection that most women in this time need, while also respecting her thoughts and feelings no matter what he felt about a subject himself.

Three years ago, the two of them were just driving home from a camping trip in the Virginian wilderness they were taking before she would start her next year of college when they’d pulled over to sleep and watch the starts. Camping had been something she did with her dad since she’d been young, her mom skipping out on the excuse of ‘hating the outside’ so once a year the two of them would take a father-daughter trip to the wilderness, no matter what either of them had going on. They’d fallen asleep under the stars on a couple of blankets and their supplies packed up and ready to head back right when they woke up.

It was waking up that was the problem. Well, more like when they’d woken up. Instead of a car or anything familiar, the two of them had, somehow, woken up in 1873. No noise, no lights, just one moment they had been sleeping in their time and the next, it was 1873. Luckily they were still in Virginia with all their stuff, sans car of course. After getting over the shock, they made their way into the nearby town, Henrico County, the exact place Rowena had grown up in before she moved to go to college in Richmond. They’d been able to sell some of their trinkets–nothing too modern though–for a decent price so her dad could start up a practice. Thank you Capitalism, and your need for quick cheap items that too anyone not of modern times, comes off well made.

That practice had lasted until some local doctor hired some thug or outlaw to trash the place, including all the medicine and herbs Rowena herself had been creating and growing for the past six months. That was when they decided to move West. Halfway there they had been robbed, luckily only robbed, and that was when Rowena had suggested robbing a bank.

Her father had opposed the idea, not wanting the two to become wanted, until she explained that she meant to rob them at night, when they could just sneak in, grab the money, and go. The thing about this time is most criminals were rather simple in their plans since there wasn’t anything like cameras, fingerprinting, DNA, or anything. They rely on eye witnesses and guards. If they watch a place for a couple of days, they’d get the guard pattern down.

Plus, Rowena knew how to pick locks.

Thus, the father daughter duo of bank robbers was created. Not taking much, they didn’t want to deprive a town of all their wealth. They took what they assumed amounted to half a year’s salary at each bank. They continued the pattern, watching and hitting banks randomly and in no pattern of where until they had a decent amount of wealth.

That’s when they rolled up on a little town called Silver City, New Mexico. It was a less developed town, but was starting to pick up speed. Plus a smaller place meant less chance that someone would question how they got their fortune. Sure they’d never gotten caught nor spotted even, but in this time you could never be too careful, especially in the Wild West.

“Doctor Rowena! It’s Beth. She’s in labor at the new restaurant in town. She’s bleeding, ma’am, come quick.” A voice called from her porch, dragging her from her memories. Quickly grabbing her medical bag, she cursed to herself. Of course, Beth Mayfield would go into labor while her dad was on a house call. This couldn’t wait for him to get back though. They had told the Mayfield couple not to get pregnant again with the last child but Thomas Mayfield was determined to have a boy.

Snatching an apron from the coat rack, Rowena hurried outside, annoyed she’d worn a dress today. If she was right, it was going to get bloody; apron or not. Trousers would have been a much better choice for this. Outside was an acquaintance of hers, Carmen. She was standing on the stairs of her porch, biting her lip in worry. “Take me, quick. Do you know how far apart her contractions are?”

“No, señorita. Me acaban de decir que viniera a buscarte.” Carmen replied, sticking to Spanish in her worry. They just told me to come look for you.

“That’s okay, Carmen.” Rowena comforted her. “Now let’s hurry.”

As Carmen led her through the streets to the less developed part, Rowena hurriedly tied her apron around her. While they sped through, people started moving out of the way when they saw it was her. Her dad and her were well known as the best doctors in town, so if she was running someplace; they moved. Quickly they came up on a building that had wooden walls halfway up then it was left open with only beige tarps acting a ‘window’ coverings surrounding the place. She could see in the back was an open kitchen area, much like the dining place. Above the door was a sign saying ‘Kathleen’s’. There had been decent talk about the place among the lower class people. It apparently had good food for a decent price.

But currently, she could see a crowd of people surrounding what she suspected was Beth in the middle of the area. There was a woman’s voice trying to get people to back up, but people want a spectacle. A woman giving a bloody painful birth in the middle of a restaurant was definitely a spectacle.

“Outta my way! Now!” She yelled, pushing people until she was greeted with Beth, already a sweaty mess with her graying hair sticking to her forehead, sitting on the floor, thighs spread and bloody. She was leaning on a pretty older woman with her hair up in a braided updo. “Out! All of you. If I see one person that’s not an owner or a worker in here I’ll remember the next time you need medicine.”

There was some grumbling but most people stepped out of the door, though, due to how the windows were, could still stand outside and watch. Figuring she could use this for a moment, she called to the crowd. “I need one of you all to head to Louis Henning’s place and inform my father what is going on.”

That done, her eyes flittering across the dining area before landing on a boy around her age, clinically she noted the curly brown hair and blue eyes that were currently filled with surprise and worry, but he wasn’t her patient so instead of comforting him, she just gave him an order. “Close those tarps. This is going to be a bloody and painful birth as it is. Not a show for nosey people.”

Blue Eyes nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Finally she could focus on her patient. She walked over to the two women, smile on her face despite the trepidation she felt towards this birth. “Beth, looks like this little one is coming a bit early and a lot quicker.”

Beth gave a painful chuckle. “Guess so, Doc. Is your father coming to help?”

“Naw, just me today. But considering you’ve been my patient since day one, I didn’t think you’d mind” Rowena replied, nodding at the woman behind Beth and she settled between her legs. In the back of her mind she recognized that Blue Eyes had gotten all the window tarps down and was nervously standing in the corner. “How far apart are your contractions? Do you know?”

“Near constant, maybe a minute or two in between. I thought they were those false ones I’d gotten last time so I didn’t think, oh god it hurts.” She stopped to clinch the hand she was holding, breathing deeply as she did. Finally, she let up and continued. “So I thought I could run my errands today. Thomas had heard about the restaurant and wanted to try it so I was getting something to take home when my water broke and I started, well, this.”

This was the blood that coated her thighs. Rowena kept her face passive and asked if she could check her out. Consent, especially with anything health wise, was important. Getting a nod from Beth she checked under her dress, using her scissors she kept attached to her chatelaine to cut her small clothes away. Checking the dilalation she noted that Beth should be pushing pretty soon. The blood, from what she could see, was from her tearing due to the speed of the labor. All her other labors had apparently been long ones so such a fast labor hadn’t prepared her body enough.

Feeling around the woman’s opening to check the position of the baby, Rowena mouthed a curse to herself. Head popping up from Beth’s skirts, she delivered the bad news. “The baby is breached.”

The woman behind Beth gasped in horror, something Rowena would have seconded if she could without frightening her patient. Breached birth was near enough a death sentence for this day and age. Lucky for Beth, Rowena wasn’t a doctor of this day and age. “I’m going to try and move the baby to the correct position. You’re the owner, yes?”

“Yes, I’m Kathleen. That’s my oldest, Billy. How can we help?” Kathleen offered, gripping a crying Beth’s hand and rubbing her back with the other one.

“You’re going to need to switch places with your son. Someone is going to have to hold Beth steady because what I’m going to do is going to hurt like a bitch. I also need water and clean towels or blankets.” Rowena ordered. Glancing over at Billy, she noted the rather comical horror expression he had. Most men in this time didn’t even stay in the birthing area, and here this poor boy was getting a front seat to one of the worst types of birth.

Kathleen nodded, calling out to her son. “Billy, switch with me, please.”

“Are you sure, Doctor? I don’t exactly know what I can do.” Billy said. Despite his words he did walk over and grab Beth’s hand, smiling at her as he did. “Hello, Ma’am. I’m Billy. I’m apparently going to be supportin’ ya for now.”

Beth grimaced a type of smile back at Billy before her face scrunched up in pain once more. They didn’t have time for niceties. “Kathleen? That water please? We need to hurry. If she tears anymore I fear the amount of blood she’ll lose.”

Kathleen quickly nodded as Billy slid into her place. Beth settled back down in between his legs, using his torso as a back rest. She wasn’t too pale, so Rowena was super worried about her blood levels right now, but the minute she started trying to reposition the baby, she knew that would change.

“Now, I’m going to need you to hold her as steady as you can. If her torso moves too much I can damage her or even the baby, okay?” Rowena stressed. Billy swallowed, before nodding slowly, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “Beth, what I’m going to do is going to hurt more than anything you’ve ever experienced. You cannot fight me too much, okay? I’m going to try and save you and your child.”

Beth gasped but agreed through her tears just as Kathleen came back with the water and towels. Pushing her sleeves up, Rowena wet her arms, and using a bit of soap from another compartment on her chalateine, washed down her arms as best she could. Rinsing the soap off, she asked Kathleen to replace the water if she could.

Kathleen grabbed the pot just as Rowena went back under Beth’s dress. Over the next few moments Rowena focused on moving the baby around, trying not to do it too quickly and injure Beth more than she already was. The breaching of the baby had torn her more than she thought, so she needed to get the baby head first as quickly as possible without doing too much damage.

Beth screamed, legs clenching around Rowena’s body, heels kicking into her back–definitely leaving bruises–but Billy was able to keep her from moving her torso too much. Only a few thrashes escaped his hold but none strong enough she thought she’d hurt Beth. Finally, after what felt like forever even to her, she had angled the baby head down.

Sighing, she popped her head up to both check on Beth. Eyes skating over Beth’s face, she frowned. She’d lost a lot of her color and was sweating more than Rowena felt comfortable with, but at this point there wasn’t anything she could do. If she’d left the baby breached, they would have torn her open and killed her. Flipping the baby was her only option. “Beth, I know you’re tired, but I need you to push now, okay?”

“I can’t. I don’t have the energy.”

“You totally can, Sweetpea. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Now just a couple of pushes and you’ll be done.” Rowena encouraged. Beth tightened her grip on Billy’s arms before yelling as she pushed. And pushed. And pushed. A full head of dark brown hair like their mom’s came first, then the shoulders–the worst part any mother could agree–before the rest of the baby. Glancing down, Rowena let out a sigh of relief. It was a boy, meaning hopefully Thomas Mayfield would leave his wife alone and not make her carry another baby.

Using her fingers she cleared the airway just in time for the little guy to let out a loud cry. Despite being a couple weeks early, there was definitely a set of lungs on the kid.

Within seconds Kathleen appeared next to her with a towel in her arms to wipe the baby down. Thanking her, Rowena took those same scissors and cut the umbilical cord to detach him from the after birth. “One more push Beth. Gotta get that after birth or else it could make you sick.”

Beth was pale and weak, even an everyday person could tell, but she gave a final push like she was asked. Rowena was hopeful she’d survive if she got her stitched up quick enough. Which was exactly what she started to do once the after birth had passed, bloody hands dug out her silk thread and needle. More stitches than she wanted went into sewing her patient up but she got it done quick enough that the bleeding was stopped before she thought Beth had lost too much blood.

“Ma’am? She’s passed out!” Billy called from Beth’s head.

“Fuck,” Rowena cursed, head popping out as she tied off her stitches. Fingers grabbing Beth’s wrist, uncaring of the blood she got on the woman’s arms, she sighed. Despite being weak, her pulse was steady. “My father should be on his way to transport her to the clinic. He’ll be able to help with setting an IV which should handle the blood loss.”

“But she’ll live?” Kathleen asked, eyebrows tight with worry as she shushed the newborn boy.

Rowena nodded. “As long as she survives the night and no infection sets in, she’ll live.” As her words sent a shock of relief through the three of them, a knock on the door jolted everyone. Her dad’s voice echoed through the empty restaurant over the murmuring of the yet to disperse crowd. Asking Kathleen to let him in, she watched as her dad’s large frame came through the door.

Her dad was a handsome man despite the more prominent aging living in the 1800s had inflicted. Standing at a whopping 6’6 he towered over most people, especially in this time. His hair had gone grey around the temples but the rest was still the jet black of his youth. There were noticeable laugh lines and crows feet but any more aging was hidden behind the short beard he kept on his face. All in all, Conway Radcliffe was a man, even in his 50s, a lot women found appealing.

Most people, when they saw them together, didn’t really expect them to be father and daughter until you looked into their eyes. They had the same warm brown eyes. Everywhere else she took after her mom; blonde straight hair, pale skin that freckled in the sun way too much in her opinion, and curves that in this day and age got her some looks that she didn’t particularly like.

“Hello, sorry that my daughter and our patient have taken over your restaurant, ma’am. Hopefully we can be out of your hair in a few moments.” Conway greeted Kathleen, head bowing in greeting. He wasn’t wearing his normal black wide brimmed hat. She assumed he’d left it at home in his hurry to get over here. His eyes swept over her and Beth, completely ignoring Billy, eyebrow quirking in silent question.

She nodded to let him know she thought Beth would live. She hoped Beth would live, or else the absolute ass chewing she was going to give Thomas Mayfield was going to be a lot worse and possibly include the threat of death.

Kathleen giggled a bit overwhelmed. “Oh it’s no problem. It's not like anyone planned this. It was just an unfortunate situation.”

“All the same, I feel an apology is necessary.” Conway said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out some money and handing it over to the shocked Kathleen. “I believe that should cover the cost you’ve lost with having to close for the day.”

Kathleen and Billy gave the man shocked looks as Kathleen waved her only free hand trying to reject the money, something Rowena knew her dad wouldn’t allow. They had shut down the relatively new restaurant. Doesn’t matter to him or her that it wasn’t intentional. “You don’t need to do that. Truly.”

“You might as well just take it. He’s not going to take no for an answer.” Rowena said, a tired smirk on her face. Kathleen sheepishly grabbed the cash, sliding it into her dress pocket with a quiet thank you. “Now, Father, as much as I love you, could you maybe do your job and get Beth to the clinic?”

“But you handled it so well, Daughter of Mine, you don’t want to finish it out?”

“I will kill you.” She glared, tone mostly joking. She had maybe a half a year of solo experience under her belt and that included mostly injuries and illnesses. Births? Not so much.

Her dad just laughed and opened the door behind him to let the helpers they hired for the clinic to come in and load Beth onto the stretcher. With another apology to Kathleen, Conway followed the stretcher out towards the clinic to do his own diagnosis on the woman. Rowena during that time, had grabbed a rag to start cleaning the blood off her arms. Her dress and apron were a loss cause. The blood from Beth’s birth had pooled under her knees and soaked right through the apron onto the blue dress leaving the front completely stained.

After a few moments a callused hand grabbed the rag from her. Head jerking up, she raised an eyebrow at the boy that had helped her. “Let me help ya, Ma’am. You shouldn’t have ta clean yourself up on your own after doin’ all that. ”

Narrowing her eyes, Rowena studied the man. Now that she wasn’t worried about a woman’s life, she could admit he was rather handsome, especially when he smiled like he was doing right now. Sigh, she let go of the rag. “Thank you. You don’t need to do that, though. This isn’t the first time I’ve been covered in blood and, as a doctor, it won’t be my last.”

“Don’t mean you don’t need help once in a while, though. So let me help ya.” Billy said, kneeling down as he softly wiped the blood from her arms. Occasionally he’d dip the rag into the only clean pot of water to rinse the blood out.

Smiling, she ignored the warm feeling of her cheeks. Adrenaline crashes like this made her emotions wonky all the time. “Alright, you can help me. I won’t fight you.”

“Good, cause I reckon I’d win.”

Before she could reply, Kathleen came back in, cooing at the bundle in her arms. She’d wrapped the baby boy in a plain tan sheet, but even from her place in a chair she could see the strong arm movements. Good, that meant that even at three weeks early, at their best guess, the baby was healthy and would, hopefully, live through infancy. Kathleen looked up at the two of them and smiled. “I miss having little ones this age. They’re so cute and sweet.”

“Ma?” Billy said. “You’re not wanting a baby now, are ya?”

“Oh, no, Billy. I’m just saying babies are cute.” Kathleen shook her head. In front of her Rowena noticed Billy heave a tiny sigh. “I suppose you’ll be taking this one to his parents then?”

“Yes, though I’m not looking forward to seeing his father, but with the condition Beth was in, it’s inevitable.” Rowena complained before a thought hit her like a train. “Oh damn, I never introduced myself, did I? I barged into your restaurant, took over, and didn’t even think to tell you guys my name! I must seem so rude.”

Billy shook his head quickly. “No, honestly, it’s understandable considerin’ the circumstances.”

“Well, then.” Rowena started to stand up, Billy sliding back and onto his own feet as he did. “It’s nice to meet you folks, I’m Doctor Rowena Radcliffe.”

Billy dipped his head, smile widening to show his dimples again. “Pleasure to meet you, Ma’am. I’m Billy Antrim and this is my mother Kathleen Antrim.”

“It's very impressive. You being a doctor at such a young age.” Kathleen commented as she handed over Baby Mayfield. “I didn’t know that someone could become a doctor at your age.”

Doing a quick scan with her eyes over the baby, Rowena was happy to not see anything overtly wrong with him. Sure he’s a bit small, but nothing notable. Done with that, she shrugged at the two people. “It wasn’t easy, especially since I’m a woman. We had to appeal to the governor and everything to get me even admitted to do the test. All my schooling had to be done as a self study under my dad since no school would admit me.”

“It’s good that despite all tha’ you were able ta still become a doctor.”

Rowena shot him a grin. “Thanks, I near thought I’d have to give it up after a while.”

“For Beth’s sake, it’s good you didn’t.” Kathleen said.

There was a beat of silence as the conversation naturally closed before Rowena decided it was time for her to get Baby Mayfield to his parents. “I better go. I’m sure Thomas Mayfield is already having a conniption about where this little one is.”

Billy started forward, arm coming out to rest on the small of her back. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you.” A frown formed as the two of them passed the large puddle of blood. She shouldn’t just leave it to them to clean up. “I can get some of our clinic helpers to come clean that up for you guys. I don’t want to just leave it to you two to clean up.”

Kathleen shook her head behind them. “No, no need. We can clean it.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I did make the mess…sort of.” She hesitated to just leave them such a mess.

“Not the first time Ma and me have had ta clean some blood up. Don’t think nothing on it.”

“Okay, okay. I know a losing argument when I see one.” The duo was pretty independent from what she could see. Insisting on helping people like that is a choose your battle type of decision. This was not a battle she would win. Not after they saw her deliver a baby most in this time wouldn’t have been able to handle. “But if you change your minds…”

The two of them left Kathleen in the restaurant. Rowena blinked a couple times as the bright sun hit her face. With the windows closed the restaurant wasn’t that bright, so the sudden light stung a bit. The baby in her arms gave a annoyed coo, but luckily didn’t wake from the nap he’d fallen into. Turning to Billy, she was struck by how pretty his eyes were in the sun. Sure, she’d noted that he was very much a pretty boy in the building but in the sun it was even more evident.

The man was really fucking pretty. Clearing her throat, she tried to ignore her revelation. “Thank you for the help in there. Really. A lot of men wouldn’t have helped seeing it as a ‘woman’s job’.”

Billy couldn’t hold in the snort at that. “If all women’s jobs are like that, its a wonder how y’all don’t run this country by now.”

“Bold of you to assume we don’t.” She winked at him before saying her goodbyes.

She had just stepped off the steps into the place when he called for her again. “Doctor Rowena?” She turned around, questioning look on her face. In front of her he took a deep breath as if to gather some courage for some reason. “I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright with you?”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise but Rowena couldn’t keep the smile from her lips. Billy had shown he had a respect for women she suspected was rare in this time; that alone was attractive to the modern woman. “A friend of mine sings at the saloon every Thursday night. I generally go to support her. I wouldn’t be opposed to some company if you happen to show up.”

“Thursday night? Good, good, great actually.” Billy’s dimpled smile from before showed back up just in time for the baby to let out a cry. He must be hungry. Beth wouldn’t be awake currently but hopefully her father had called for a nursemaid. “I’ll let you go, the little one must be ready for his first meal.”

“Most definitely.” She agreed, turning to start her walk back to the clinic. Behind her, blue eyes watched, amazed, until she turned the corner.

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Buttoning the last button on the top portion of her outfit, Rowena smiled. The ensamble was a bit different than what most wore around here, but nothing completely out of the ballpark of acceptable. Instead of matching top and bottom portions to create a dress, she had commitioned a warm brown button up vest with a pretty pink skirt portion. Under the vest she wore her linen long sleeve button up with woven lace inlays around the upper arms allowing her skin to peak through just a little.

It was a lot more girly than her normal wear which was generally a pair of black wool trousers–something that had gotten her more than a few dirty looks and suggestive comments–and a red button up vest. Both colors good at hiding the blood and other grosser fluids she dealt with as a doctor. Her dad was much the same, walking around in a nearly all black outfit except for his undershirt tended to be either white or a brighter color.

Of course, she did own dresses. She had to in this day an age. Some events it was just seen as rude to dress in trousers. While acting as a doctor people don’t particularly mind since they know the job is a lot, but to social events or nights out? It was expected for her to wear dresses and skirts no matter her occupation.

Then, like tonight, there were days she wanted to wear the dresses.

An impressed whistle came from behind her, her dad’s cheeky grin on his face. “Don’t you look pretty, Pumpkin.”

“Thanks, Dad.” She said, spinning around to grab her chatelaine and attach it to her belt. On her ankle was a small holster she had holding a small gun and strapped to her thigh was a duo of throwing knives. The shooting was something she had been taught from a young age, admittedly not with the revolvers used now a days, but it wasn’t too hard to adjust. Normally she wore a belt with a side holster but in a dress or skirt that just didn’t work. “How was Beth? She settling in at home?”

“As well as she can with four little ones and a new baby.” Conway rolled his eyes remembering how Thomas Mayfield had acted the whole time he was there. “Thomas is still a piece of work but I think I stressed that his wife shouldn’t be made to do all the work while she recovers.”

Rowena scoffed. “Please, we both know he’ll probably be out at the saloon tonight.”

“Well, if you see him, kick his ass home. Beth could die if she pushes herself too far.”

Saluting, she tied her purse around her wrist and passed her dad. “Will do. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home, meeting some friends tonight.”

Conway raised an eyebrow at his daughter, amusement streaking through him. “These friends don’t happen to include that restaurant owners son I saw?”

“If it does?”

“Then I’m just going to remind you that this isn’t the 21st century, try not to treat it as such,” He paused seeing the apprehension enter his daughter’s eyes. “But have fun. If anything comes of it, I’ll back you up.”

There was a knock on the door, signalling her friend had made it right in time. Kissing her dad goodbye on the cheek, she waved at him as she hurried down the stairs of their house. At the bottom of them was their clinic. Currently they didn’t have any long term patients, Beth being the last one that stayed with them for a total of two nights.

They had three seperate rooms. One with a few chairs that they handled what they called ‘in and out’ patients; people that they could treat quickly. The other two rooms were bigger, both having four beds in them. One for overnight patients but nothing too serious, then in the last room with doors that could close and lock, was their version of ICU. Patients they doubted would live but weren’t lost causes yet would stay in that room. It was generally kept pretty dark with the curtains drawn and lamps only on when people were in there.

Their house that they lived in was kept all upstairs, kept seperate by a large locked door. One her and her dad had a key. When illnesses get really bad and they need to bring on a nurse or two they generally also get a key but only during their stay. That had only happened once in the year and a half they lived here. And their clinic had only been up and running for a year.

Hurrying to the door, she pulled it open with a grin, blonde fly aways floating around her face as they escaped her braids. She’d done twin braids and crossed them atop her head in a mock headband. “Hola, Stella!”

“Hola, Rowena, how’re you?” Stella, her first friend she’d made in Silver City, asked. Stella was an adorably short latina girl. She was the middle child of five so she tended to dress in handowns from her older sisters and mother, not that you could tell. Her seamswork was amazing and half of Rowena’s own closet was commisioned from Stella herself.

“Good, especially after the start of the week.” Rowena locked arms with her friend as they made their way down the road. Occasionally someone would wave or say hello to her. Mostly people her or her dad had helped, but some were just people she knew from being a regular at places.

Stella let out a giggle, bumping her a bit as they walked. “Your big save of Mrs. Maryfield is about all people can talk about this week. A woman doctor keeping both the woman and the baby alive with a breach birth? You’re going to become a legend at this point.”

“I was doing my job. It’s nothing special.” It wasn’t, not to her. The techniques and medical information she knew was only because other people in history discovered it. If anything, she was cheating just a bit being from centuries in the future. “But, what about you? How’re you? Excited for your set?”

“I’m ready for it, if that’s what you mean. Hopefully Jenkins won’t be there. He’s always such a downer with his comments.”

“I think you mean he’s a pendejo.”

“Rowena!” Stella scolded but couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “If my mother heard you she wouldn’t care you weren’t her’s, she’d wash your mouth out with soap.”

Rowena giggled as they reached the saloon. Opening the door for the two of them, she replied as Stella walked through the door. “It’s a good thing she’s not then, huh?”

The two girls laughed a bit before they seperated. Rowena claimed an open table a bit close to where Stella tended to set up while Stella went to let Clark, the bartender, know she was there and to order them a drink. Settling down in the seat, Rowena’s eyes scanned the room, somewhat to note who was where but also in an effort to see if Billy had indeed come.

Not seeing him, she ignored the pang of sadness. It was still early and they didn’t exactly say a time. He could still come later. Stella came from the side of her, a glass of whiskey and one with just drinking water in it. “What’s the sad face for? You expecting someone?”

“It’s nothing, Stel.” Rowena waved the question off. “What time are you going to start? We got here a bit later than we normally do.”

Stella downed the shot of whiskey after setting her water in front of her and winked as she walked towards the stool that had been claimed by her some weeks ago. In the corner sat the guitar they kept for anyone that wants to play. Settling down, Stella started to strum, bringing eyes to the noise. As people noticed who was playing chairs scraped as they turned to watch.

Music flows through the saloon, Stella’s warm drawl seemingly crawling under everyone’s skin. She was good, really good. Rowena had tried to get her to travel, maybe see if she could make it as a singer in bigger places but every time she denied it. Saying she had to stay near her family and help them.

Occasionally Stella and her would make eye contact while she sang. It was a comfort to her friend for Rowena to be there. Her nervousness still there even after weeks of performing. It was why she still came every week. That and it was a nice change from the grossness that was being a doctor, especially in this day and age.

It was about halfway through the third song that Rowena heard the saloon door open again, but figured it was just another one of the men coming in from their work at some ranch. It wasn’t until a warm presence was next to her that she looked away from her friend and into a pair of happy blue eyes. “Billy, you came.”

“Of course, I did.” Billy smiled, taking his hat off as he bowed his head to her. “I’ve been looking forward ta this all week.”

Rowena grinned, a warmth filling up her stomach at his words. Something about the man was different. She was drawn to him, more than she’d ever been drawn to anyone. She gestured for him to take the seat next to her. “Sit, I’m sure Stella won’t mind you taking her seat.”

“Thank you,” Billy said, sitting his drink he’d was carrying on the table next to his hat. “You look beautiful, I was near struck silent when I saw you sitting there as I walked in. It’s nice ta see you not covered in blood.”

Smirk taking over her face, she figured she could have some fun with him. “You know, Billy, some women would be a bit offended, you talking about me being covered in blood.” His eyes widened a bit but before he could try and back track, she chuckled, saving him from his panic. “Luckily, I’m not one of them. Especially since half my life I am covered in blood and other strange liquids.”

“You had me worried there for a moment, thought I’d put my foot in it before I even had a chance.” Billy said, ignoring the relief that he felt.

“If you really offended me, you’d know. Trust me.”

“Well, let’s home I never find out.” Billy flirted back. As he went to say something, Stella got a bit louder, hitting the cressendo of her song, bringing the eyes of the saloon back to her. “Your friend is good. Better than the guy tha’ tries to sing Friday nights at least.”

She giggled, ignoring the embarrassment that hit her when she did. With the way Billy’s smile widened, she didn’t think he minded the girly sound. “Lewis, right? Yeah, I can see how he’d leave a bit wanting with his singing.”

“Ya know him?”

“Sort of. More like I’ve treated him a few times after a drunken spat gone wrong.” She shrugged. She knew most of the town that way; either they’ve treated them or they treated someone they know. “How’s the restaurant? You guys didn’t have any problems after I left, right?”

Billy shook his head. “Oh no. The opposite, really. People wanted to come in and see the place, stayed an’ ordered a bit ‘f food when they did.”

Snorting, she sipped her water. “People love a spectecle, that’s for sure.” Stella finished up her set and was going to take a break when their eyes met, question in them as she passed. Tapping her ring she kept on her third finger against her glass three times, Rowena saw her friend grin, message recieved.

“What was that?” Billy asked, looking between the two girls.

Her eyes flew to him, teeth biting her lip as she throught over explaining. Figuring he wouldn’t be the type to be offended if she had been reading him correctly, she bit the bullet. “A little message between girls. Coming here sometimes sends the wrong message to men, so we’ve developed some gestures to mean either ‘come save me’ or ‘no, I’m happy with this.’ A women saving women thing.”

“And which one did you tell her?” Billy inquired, smirk on his face. He had an idea, considering her friend had settled herself down at the bar instead of coming back over.

“Oh, Handsome, I’m quite happy with this.” Rowena leaned a bit forward.

He matched her movement, leaning closer to her until the world became only the two of them. “Good, because I’m quite happy bein’ here.”

The rest of the night the two of them just sat there and talked, flirted really, until it was later than Rowena had ever stayed out since coming to Silver City. Stella had left with her brother, a semi regular at the saloon, a bit earlier after checking with Rowena that she didn’t need walked home. Finally, after literal hours, the place was closing, pulling the two of them from their little bubble they’d created.

The pair stood outside the doors, main street dark as most lights were shut off for the night. “I suppose we should probably be getting home. Father’s probably worried about me.”

Billy offered his arm to her. “Why don’t I walk ya? I’m tha one that kept you out this late after all.”

“Are you sure? It’s literally the opposite direction to your place.” She fretted. He had mentioned earlier, like her and her dad, he lived in the house that was ajacent to the restaurant.

“Ma would have my hide if I left you to walk alone, let alone what I’d think of myself.” He assured her.

Sighing her acceptance, she took his arm as they began to walk the dark streets back to her clinic. A comfortable silence decended on the two as the strings of fate changed course all because one misplaced girl connected with a sweet boy that made her heart flutter.

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sleekervae · 1 month ago

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New York Romantic 1.5

Masterlist

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: a movie scene has tom nervous and Noelle practices ballet again

word count: 6,488

warnings: mentions of sex, bodily limits being met, exhaustion and fluff

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

Tom sat on the crate, script in hand, and stared at the words as if they might vanish off the page. His heart was hammering a little too hard, the walls of his tiny space closing in as the director’s note from earlier rang in his ears.

“It’s a quick, lighthearted scene,” they’d said. “More comedic than romantic—meant to break the tension, not add any.”

He’d nodded, trying to play it cool, but as soon as he’d walked out of the rehearsal, his nerves had crept back in. It wasn’t exactly a sex scene, he reassured himself—no part of him was going to be shown, and the whole bit was supposed to be humorous. But still, it was the idea of it. He’d never done anything like this, and he could already feel the heat creeping up the back of his neck just thinking about the cameras, the lights, the dozens of eyes watching him pretend.

He caught his reflection in a window pane and a crooked, nervous smile tugged at his lips. “Get a grip, mate,” he mumbled to himself. But even as he tried to laugh it off, another thought crept in, one that made his stomach tighten a little more: should he tell Noelle about this?

He knew it would only be fair—she would want to see the movie anyhow and it would be better to warn her ahead of time. And, knowing Noelle, she’d probably laugh and tell him he was being ridiculous, that he’d be amazing regardless. But still, a small part of him felt awkward, uncertain about how she’d react.

Would she feel uncomfortable? Would she be hurt? He hated the idea of her feeling anything but secure with him, especially now that they were so far apart.

He let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped, pulling his phone from his pocket. The soft glow of her last message blinked back at him, and just seeing her name at the top of his screen eased his nerves. He grinned, feeling the buzz of that familiar warmth, the feeling that had pulled him through the homesickness, the long hours on set, everything.

With a deep breath, he typed out a message:

Hey, love. Can I ask you something a bit… awkward?

He stared at the message for a long moment, thumb hovering over the “send” button, before finally pressing it.

The message hung there, unread, as the minutes ticked by. Tom sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Of course, it was still early morning in America; she’d be fast asleep, her phone likely tucked away on her nightstand while she dozed, blissfully unaware of his message. He let his phone slip back into his pocket and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

The director’s voice call, the words muffled but unmistakably clear: it was time.

He stood, running a hand through his hair and giving himself one last glance in the mirror. You’ve got this. It’s just a scene, he told himself. And if Noelle were here, she’d probably be laughing at how worked up you’re getting over it.

The set was bustling as he walked in, lights and crew members filling every inch of the space. His co-star flashed him an encouraging smile, and he forced himself to smile back, though his nerves still simmered beneath the surface. As they positioned themselves, he kept his gaze forward, willing himself to focus on the absurdity of the scene rather than the nerves crawling up his spine. He felt like he was on autopilot, repeating the mental checklist of lines, marks, cues—all to keep his mind from spiraling.

When the cameras finally started rolling, Tom did his best to tune out the flashing lights and choked back laughter from the limited crew around them. It was a comical scene, meant to be awkward and clumsy, and he played it for laughs, trying to embrace the ridiculousness of it. Yet every now and then, his thoughts wandered back to Noelle and how she’d probably find his flustered performance hilarious.

After what felt like an eternity, the director yelled, “Cut!” Tom exhaled, feeling like he’d been holding his breath the entire time. Relief washed over him as the crew dispersed, and he could finally relax. His director gave him a pat on the back, laughing, “Not bad for your first love scene, eh?”

Tom chuckled, brushing off the lingering tension. “Let’s just say I’m glad that’s over.”

Later, back in his trailer, he pulled out his phone, hoping—half expecting—that Noelle might have seen his message. But her chat bubble was still empty, her name sitting there without a reply.

He was wiping away the last traces of his makeup when his phone finally buzzed in his pocket. He fumbled for it, feeling his heart leap a little as Noelle’s reply lit up his screen.

Morning! What's up?

A grin spread across his face.

Noelle groaned as she woke up, the sunlight streaming through the window feeling like an attack rather than a welcome. She rolled over, her head pounding in time with her heartbeat, the hangover from last night’s beach party making everything fuzzy and unbearably bright. She pulled the covers over her head, willing herself back to sleep, but her stomach churned in protest.

After what felt like an eternity, she managed to drag herself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders like a cape and shuffling down the stairs. She made it to the kitchen, fumbling through the motions of making coffee with the single-minded focus of a zombie. Only when the coffee was brewed and the first sip dulled the edge of her headache did she feel coherent enough to grab her phone off the counter.

She unlocked it, squinting at the bright screen. A series of texts from her friends filled her notifications, recounting the bits of the night she could hardly remember, but it was Tom’s message that held her attention. The timestamp showed he’d sent it hours ago, and her curiosity spiked as she opened it, a faint smile already playing on her lips despite the throb in her head.

Good morning! Can I ask you something a bit… awkward?

She blinked, reading it over again. Her haze gave way to panic; was everything okay? Did something bad happen on set? Noelle read the message twice, her sleepiness and hangover abruptly shoved aside by worry. She fired off a quick reply, trying to keep her tone light.

Of course! Everything okay?

She barely had a chance to put her phone down before it started vibrating in her hand. Tom’s name flashed on the screen, and she accepted the call immediately, her voice coming out a bit sharper than she’d intended.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

She heard him exhale, a low, nervous chuckle escaping. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to worry you. I just… remember before I left? You asked about... spicy scenes?"

Relief swept over her as his words sank in, and she managed a laugh. "Oh my goodness. Tom, did you film a spicy scene?"

"... Maybe..." he chuckled awkwardly. She could picture him now, sitting in a trailer, studio, wherever he may be, all flustered, red in the face and that dopey, adorable smile pulling at his cheeks. “And it’s meant to be a bit, uh -- stupid. You know, lighthearted, but still…”

Noelle couldn’t help but grin, the mental image of him trying to stay composed while blushing wildly was too good. “Like -- Deuce Bigalow type of stupid or National Lampoon stupid?”

“Um... maybe more mid two-thousands Michael Cera stupid,” he admitted with a groan. “It’s just weird. And I wanted to talk to you about it first but then I remembered you were asleep and then I had to go and... anyway, it's over now."

Noelle leaned against the counter, her grip relaxing a bit. “I see,” she said with a grin. “How’d it go? Did you survive?”

Tom gave a small laugh, though it sounded a bit forced. “Barely. It was… honestly, it was so awkward. They wanted it to be a bit ridiculous, like almost slapstick, so there was this whole bit where I’m trying to be cool but the character's a virgin and he's just… failing epically.” He chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness still.

She laughed, the image of Tom trying to act “cool” bringing a genuine smile to her face. “Sounds adorable. And hilarious.” She paused, hearing his silence on the other end. “You sure you’re okay, though?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he replied, sounding thoughtful. “It’s all part of the job, I guess. Just… odd to be acting like that when the only person I’d actually…” He trailed off, the words catching in his throat. Should he even be talking about this over the phone? Maybe not. Or maybe it was fine? The whole day had been so surreal, and now here he was, on the other side of the world, trying to figure out how much he should talk about sex.

Meanwhile, Noelle’s day was just starting, and he didn’t want to make things awkward. With a nervous laugh, he tried to shift the subject, but her soft voice cut through his hesitation.

Noelle caught onto his nerves instantly, her smile growing as she leaned against the counter, cradling her coffee. She decided to play along, keeping her tone light but warm.

“Don’t worry,” she said, amusement lacing her voice. “I’m sure you did just fine. I mean, you’re an actor, right? You know how to fake it.”

Tom let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… right. Faking it. Not like I'd ever fake it for real -- I mean. I'm a professional. Professional, through and through,” he replied, though he couldn’t help the embarrassed chuckle that slipped out. This was spinning so far and he was grasping to get a hold of himself.

"Tom, I think you're overthinking this," Noelle simpered.

"I think you're right." he nodded.

“And anyway,” Noelle continued, her voice softening, “I’m glad you’re telling me. I can imagine it's... a lot. Not exactly the easiest scene to jump into, huh?”

“Not exactly,” Tom admitted, feeling the tension ease a little. “But I always feel better talking to you.” He paused, the quietness between them oddly comforting. “It's been a weird day.”

She grinned, her tone playful again. “Well, hey! It's almost over. Just remember, the next time you have to film one of those scenes, you know it's a job and I know it's a job. I'm not gonna' get mad at you for doing your job. I mean... I might get a little jealous but -- ya know.”

Tom’s smile widened, and he sank back into his chair, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift. “I highly doubt you'll be jealous here.”

"I'll be the judge of that," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. "If I've got to wait another month for you, I'd hope you’re still as flustered about me as you are about these ‘romantic’ scenes.”

Tom’s voice softened, a hint of a smile in his tone. “Oh, trust me,” he murmured. “There’s no comparison.”

Noelle couldn’t help but laugh softly, her lips curling into a smile. It was so endearing how Tom could go from being completely caught off guard one moment to so effortlessly collected the next. It made her ache in a way she couldn’t fully explain, a mixture of longing and tenderness that seemed to fill her chest. She hated how far away he was, how long it felt until she’d see him again. The days couldn’t go by fast enough. Every second without him felt like it stretched on for ages, and she couldn’t help but wish for the time to hurry up—just so she could feel the comfort of his presence again.

The rest of July passed in a steady rhythm of connection and longing as Tom and Noelle adjusted to the new normal of long-distance. Despite the miles, they both fought to keep things lighthearted and close, like with their attempt at a virtual movie date. They’d picked out a film to watch "together," but between her slow internet and his spotty connection on location, the night turned chaotic. Scenes cut out, their commentary got tangled, and by the end, they were both laughing more at the situation than the movie. Still, when the call ended, Noelle found herself smiling, the warmth of his voice lingering, as if he’d been right there beside her.

Tom, on the other hand, lay in bed afterward, staring at his phone’s black screen. He’d tried so hard to make it feel like a real date—timing the movie countdown, setting up his laptop just right—but it still hadn’t been the same. Even though it left him feeling closer to her, he couldn’t shake a nagging sense of distance.

Determined to bridge the gap, they each decided to send care packages, both hoping a physical reminder of themselves would make the other feel just a bit more at home. Noelle’s package arrived first—a small box filled with goodies and quirky gifts she’d hunted down with Tom in mind. Snacks he'd loved from New York, self care products, her favorite instant ramen packets, and a photo of them taken at the park just before he left. She’d tucked in a couple of handwritten notes, silly and heartfelt, hoping they’d bring a smile to his face on tough days.

When Tom opened the box, he chuckled, pulling out each item with a mix of amusement and nostalgia. It felt like he was holding bits of her world, as if he could feel her presence through the small tokens she’d chosen. Inspired, he quickly put together a package for her, slipping in some British snacks she couldn’t find in the States and a small, handwritten letter of his own. Noelle received it a week later, her heart swelling as she unfolded his note, feeling like for a moment, he was right there with her.

Yet the distance wasn’t always so easy to ignore. They tried calling whenever they could, often late at night, and more often than not, one of them was barely awake. Tom would find himself half-dozing, phone clutched in his hand, Noelle’s sleepy voice a comforting murmur in his ear. Sometimes, he’d jolt awake mid-conversation, feeling frustrated with himself for missing pieces of their calls. Noelle, too, grew used to the intimacy of their soft, half-awake conversations, but she often hung up feeling just a bit unsatisfied, missing the easy closeness of being together in person.

One evening, lying alone in her room, Noelle found herself scrolling through social media, glancing at Tom’s co-stars and castmates. They were friendly faces he’d mentioned before, all of them sharing updates from the set, tagging each other in stories and laughing at inside jokes she didn’t know. It was a harmless habit, she told herself, but a pang of insecurity crept in, reminding her just how much she missed feeling close, feeling part of his world.

For Tom, the separation felt heavy too, especially during the long days on set. He missed her laugh, her quick wit, the way she’d fit herself into his life so effortlessly. But each time they talked about reuniting, about the little things they were excited to do together, it kept him grounded. Soon, August would arrive, and with it, the end of their time apart. He started a countdown, marking the days until he’d be back in New York, back with Noelle.

Noelle, meanwhile, found herself clinging to the countdown, too, ticking off days with an excitement that bubbled up with each call. The ache of separation lingered, but it was softened by the hope of what lay ahead—a hopeful reminder that despite the distance, they were both still moving forward together, sharing a bond that felt even stronger as each day passed.

August swept into New York with a humid breeze, thick and heady with the scent of hot concrete and late summer rain. Noelle and Bianca dragged their suitcases up the steps of their apartment building, each one carrying the familiar anticipation that came with the start of a new school year. For the first time, though, that excitement was tinged with nerves—especially for Noelle.

Returning to Juilliard after a summer away always felt like coming home. But this year was different. She hadn’t been in a studio for weeks, not since her appendix surgery had forced her off the floor and into bed. Now, standing in the familiar space of the practice studio, the air thick with the faint scent of resin and sweat, she could feel the rust clinging to her movements. Her body responded slower, her muscles tight and resistant.

Across the room, Bianca observed her critically, arms folded, eyebrows drawn in concentration. Noelle took a deep breath, focusing on each move, each stretch, feeling her way back into the familiar steps she’d practiced a thousand times before. But Bianca didn’t miss a single slip, a single faltering point.

“Noelle, you’re turning too late,” Bianca pointed out, her tone blunt. “You need to hold your core tighter or you’ll lose your balance.”

Noelle flushed, lowering her arms as she tried to steady herself. “I know, I just—I’m getting back into it. It’s been a while.”

Iseul sat at the other end of the studio, she glanced between them. “Bianca, give her some slack. We all took the summer off. It's okay to be a little rusty!”

Bianca crossed her arms, an expression of thinly veiled impatience on her face. “The problem isn’t rust,” she said. “It’s that we’re heading into our third year. The stakes are higher now. We can’t afford to be anything less than perfect if we want to get scouted!”

Noelle’s stomach churned, the weight of Bianca’s words settling heavily on her. She knew all of that already, of course—every Juilliard student did. It was a constant drumbeat in the back of their minds. But hearing it from Bianca, someone she respected and considered a friend, made it feel so much more real. And urgent.

“I know what’s at stake,” Noelle said quietly, turning to face Bianca. “And I want this as much as you do. I just... I need to take it one step at a time. My body’s still catching up.”

Bianca met her gaze, and for a moment, her stern expression softened. But only slightly. “Fine,” she relented. “But don’t let ‘catching up’ become an excuse. The competition isn’t going to wait for you to get comfortable.”

With that, Bianca turned and began her own routine at the barre, the tension in the room palpable.

Iseul walked over to Noelle, her smile reassuring as she reached out to squeeze her arm. “Don’t let her get to you,” she whispered. “You’re going to be fine. Let’s run through something together, okay?”

Noelle nodded, swallowing hard. “Thanks, Iseul,” she murmured, grateful for the kindness. As they moved to the center of the studio, she glanced back at Bianca, who was already absorbed in her movements, the sharp lines of her form reflecting the precision she demanded of herself—and of everyone else.

Noelle sighed, steeling herself. If she wanted to prove Bianca wrong, she’d have to start by proving herself right.

Noelle trudged through the front door of her apartment building, every step sending a dull ache up her legs. Her feet throbbed in her pointe shoes, and she was certain there was a blister forming on her left heel. The scent of lemon-scented cleaner hung in the air, a faint reminder that Doris had been busy earlier in the day.

She had barely taken two steps toward the stairs when Doris’s voice called out from her desk. “Evening, Noelle! How was practice?”

Noelle turned, managing a polite smile despite the exhaustion pulling at her face. “It was fine, thank you.”

Doris waved her hand dismissively, gesturing for Noelle to come closer. “You know, ‘fine’ is what people say when it was terrible. You don’t look fine, honey—you look like you’ve been through the wringer. Let me guess, they’ve got you twirling like a circus monkey?”

Noelle chuckled faintly, though her patience was already thinning. “Something like that.”

Doris launched into a monologue about the latest developments in her favorite soap opera, her hands gesturing dramatically as she detailed a betrayal involving twins, a faked death, and an inheritance dispute. Noelle nodded along, her mind drifting as she shifted her weight from one aching foot to the other. All she wanted was to collapse on her bed and soak her feet in warm water, but Doris’s enthusiasm was relentless.

“It’s wild, I tell you!” Doris exclaimed, glancing at her watch. Noelle didn’t think much of it until Doris did it again a moment later, her gaze flicking to the staircase behind Noelle.

Noelle frowned slightly, unsure why Doris seemed so distracted. She was about to excuse herself, but Doris leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “And get this—the evil twin? Turns out he’s been working with the lawyer the whole time! Isn’t that something?”

“Yeah, that’s… something,” Noelle said vaguely, taking a small step back. “Well, Doris, I’d better—”

“And we haven't even gotten to the husband's faked death plot!” Doris cut in, her eyes darting at her watch before quickly flicking to the staircase again. Noelle felt the weight of Doris’s attention as she seemed to check for something—or someone—before turning her full focus back to her.

“Are you waiting for someone, Doris?” Noelle asked, a bit of suspicion creeping into her voice.

Doris’s eyes widened just for a moment, and then her usual expression returned, forced and casual. “What? Me? No, no. Just checking the time, sweetheart. Old habits. You know how it is.” She smiled brightly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Noelle frowned, her curiosity piqued. Doris had been acting a little off lately, but tonight something about her seemed even more unusual. The woman was normally full of stories, but now she was almost fidgeting in her chair, her eyes darting to the stairs every few moments.

She didn’t have time to puzzle it out, though. “Well, I really need to get upstairs and rest. I’m sore from practice,” Noelle said, taking a small step back, her mind still reeling from the odd exchange.

“Of course, of course!” Doris said quickly, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Don’t mind me, sweetie. Just… a little distracted tonight.”

Noelle gave her a polite smile, though her gut told her something was off. “Alright, Doris. See you tomorrow.”

With that, she turned and made her way up the stairs, feeling Doris’s eyes follow her.

Noelle hiked up to the third floor, the ache in her legs from practice still lingering with every step. Her feet were a mess from the day's grind, and all she could think about was the bliss of soaking them in warm water. As she reached the top, she glanced down the hall and noticed the faint glow of light spilling from underneath her apartment door. She froze for a moment.

She was certain she had locked it before leaving.

Her heart skipped a beat as a wave of curiosity and mild panic washed over her. Had someone broken in? She approached the door cautiously, holding her breath.

Noelle reached for the handle, slowly twisting it, her mind racing. The door was already slightly ajar. She pushed it open gently, barely making a sound as she slipped inside.

The living room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the stove in the kitchen. The smell that hit her first was what caught her off guard—something deliciously savory mixed with a hint of garlic and herbs. Her eyes darted around the room, still half-expecting to find an intruder.

But then she heard it.

A soft clatter of pots and pans, followed by a muttered curse, and her heart skipped.

Noelle peeked around the corner into the kitchen. Her eyes went wide.

Tom stood there, looking completely out of place in her kitchen, surrounded by a chaotic mess of pots, bowls, and ingredients. A half-open bag of flour sat on the counter beside him, with a dusting of it scattered across the floor. He was trying—unsuccessfully—to flip something in a pan, but it wasn’t going as smoothly as he hoped.

She stood there, completely stunned for a moment, her exhaustion forgotten in an instant.

Tom turned, a look of shock and sudden panic flooding his face when he noticed her standing there. “Noelle!” he said, his voice a little higher than usual, and he almost dropped the spatula in his hand. “Shit -- Hi!”

Noelle blinked, still processing the sight before her. Tom, in her kitchen, cooking? Home a week before he was supposed to be?

"-- Hi..." she managed, "You're back early...?"

Tom gave a sheepish grin before he went to turn down the heat under his pan, the smell of crackling food growing stronger, "Uh -- surprise!"

A smile slowly crept onto her face as she watched him try to regain some semblance of control in the midst of the chaos. Flour dusted the edges of his shirt, and his hair was slightly messier than usual.

Noelle couldn’t hold back any longer. Without thinking, she dropped her bag and rushed toward him, her arms wide open. Before Tom could even react, she wrapped herself around him in a tight hug, burying her face against his chest.

"You're back," she whispered, the relief flooding her all at once. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything seemed right again.

Tom was momentarily stunned, his hands hovering awkwardly before they instinctively found their way around her, pulling her close. He sighed, almost in disbelief, his chest rising and falling with the weight of the moment. “I’m back,” he murmured back, his voice low and thick.

The months certainly flew, but the distance between them, both physical and emotional, felt so much longer. The chaos of life, of school, of everything, had made it feel like an eternity. But now, with Noelle in his arms, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

He held her a little tighter, the relief of being back with her washing over him. “I missed you,” he said, his voice muffled against her hair. His hands slid up and down her back in soothing motions, the stress of the last few weeks melting away with each second they spent together.

Noelle pulled back slightly, enough to look up at him with a wide, relieved smile. “I missed you too,” she whispered, her hands still resting on his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be here already… I thought you were still filming.”

Tom chuckled, the sound warm and easy. “I wanted to surprise you. I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he confessed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Figured I’d come home early and cook you dinner… but clearly, I need some work in the kitchen.”

Noelle’s eyes twinkled with affection. “What are you making?” she asked, her tone teasing but full of warmth.

Tom hesitated for a moment, then gave a sheepish grin. “Well... I saw this ramen hack online,” he started, gesturing toward the stove. “You sear a steak, add it to instant ramen, and it’s supposed to be, like, next-level gourmet.”

Noelle raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Sounds... ambitious.”

Tom chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, it’s not going exactly as planned. The steak’s not searing right, the noodles are sticking together, and I think I might’ve overcooked the broth...”

Noelle walked over to the stove, peering at the pan where the steak was sizzling. “So... it’s not going well?”

Tom laughed, the sound a little self-deprecating. “Not quite the high-end dinner I was envisioning,” he admitted, his hands still hovering over the sizzling pan like he was trying to figure out how to salvage it. “I thought it’d be a cool surprise, you know?”

Noelle’s eyes softened as she watched him, her lips curving into a warm, appreciative smile. "You were gone for three months, came off an eight-hour flight, are jet-lagged to shit, hauled your stuff up here… and you're making me dinner?"

Tom's cheeks flushed slightly, but he grinned, his eyes lighting up as he met her gaze. "I thought it would be a nice gesture," he admitted, his voice a little sheepish but filled with affection. "You deserve something special. Even if it’s just a pile of ramen and an overcooked steak." He glanced at the pan with a grimace, then back at her. "I wanted to do something for you… but I might have bitten off more than I can chew."

Noelle shook her head, still smiling despite the mess in front of them. "I’m just glad you’re here," she said softly, taking a step closer, her fingers lightly brushing the sleeve of his shirt. "This is already the best surprise."

Tom’s grin grew, his hands gently cupping her face, pulling her closer. “You’re easy to please, you know that?” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

She tilted her head up, meeting his lips with a soft kiss, letting herself melt into the moment, the chaos of the kitchen forgotten for now. When they pulled back, her voice was barely a whisper. "Would you like me to help you?" She glanced at the sizzling pan, then back at him with a playful smile.

"Yes, please." Tom��s voice was a quiet, relieved sigh, as if he’d been waiting for her to offer. He gave her a small, grateful smile, then stepped back, motioning to the chaos of the kitchen.

Noelle took over the kitchen with an easy confidence, her hands deftly fixing Tom’s mess while he watched, slightly abashed but incredibly grateful. Together, they salvaged the dinner: the ramen soup had a rich, comforting broth, and the seared steak, though not exactly what Tom had envisioned, still held a surprising tenderness. As Noelle finished plating the bowls, she set them down on the small dining table, where the scent of the meal seemed to lift the weight of the evening.

The kitchen now looked a little less chaotic, and Noelle was smiling, a warmth in her gaze that Tom found grounding. With a soft chuckle, he followed her to the couch, the two bowls of ramen in hand, the warmth of the meal and their shared space slowly relaxing him.

Settling onto the couch, Noelle curled her legs up beneath her, and Tom stretched out beside her, grateful for the way the tension of the past few days melted away the moment he was with her. The ramen was simple but surprisingly good—Tom had managed to pull it together, and though it wasn’t perfect, it tasted like something they could both enjoy. The steak was a bit overdone, but the flavor still came through, and Noelle didn’t seem to mind one bit.

They ate in comfortable silence, the glow of the apartment’s soft lighting giving the room a cozy, intimate feel. There were no distractions, no urgent need to be anywhere else—just the sound of their spoons clinking against the bowls and the soft hum of the city outside. Tom felt a sense of relief that washed over him, the kind that came from knowing everything felt right, even when it wasn’t perfect.

Noelle raised an eyebrow as she took another bite of her ramen, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "How did you even get in here?"

Tom, still feeling a little sheepish but pleased with the way things had turned out, grinned. "Bianca hid a key for me," he admitted, his voice soft with a touch of guilt.

Noelle blinked, momentarily stunned. She had a feeling something was off when Bianca had been so reluctant to come home earlier. "So that's why she didn’t wanna come home," Noelle said, half-laughing and half-shaking her head. She leaned back into the couch, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her bowl. "I thought she was just mad at me."

"Why would she be mad at you?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Noelle shrugged, the lightness of her tone betraying the exhaustion she felt deep down. "I don't know. Maybe she thinks I've been slacking all summer." She paused, staring at the half-eaten bowl of ramen in her lap, not quite meeting his gaze. "You know how she gets."

Tom frowned, his eyes flicking to the bandages wrapped around her left heel and toes. The fabric was visible beneath the hem of her leggings, a reminder of the toll her body had been taking. He could see how tired she was—her shoulders slumped in a way that spoke of more than just the day’s practice.

"Hey," he shifted closer, his voice soft but firm, "You've had a long summer, Noelle. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone—not to Bianca, not to me. Everyone knows how incredibly talented you are. I know how hard you work. But you have to know when to let yourself rest, too."

Noelle let out a slow breath, her fingers absently curling around the edges of her bowl as she leaned into him, his warmth and steadiness grounding her. "I know… I just feel like I need to make up for lost time. I don’t want to fall behind."

Tom’s expression softened as his eyes searched hers, feeling the weight of her words and the pressure she placed on herself. It tugged at him. "You won’t lose anything," he said gently, his voice steady. "You’ve got what it takes. Even if it takes you a little longer to get back into the swing of things, you’ll get there. I know you will. But you’ve gotta believe that too."

Noelle sighed, her head resting back against his shoulder. The fatigue settled deeper, but with it came a comforting sense of relief. "It’s hard to trust that sometimes," she murmured. "I feel like if I don’t push now, I’ll lose everything."

Tom kissed her forehead, the warmth of his touch grounding her. "You’re not going to lose anything," he reassured her softly. "If I can move to a whole new country, get a job, keep my grades up, and fall in love with an amazing girl like you—then you can do anything."

Noelle pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise as she met his gaze. "You're falling in love with me?" she asked, her voice a little breathless, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

Tom’s face flushed, and he shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I -- I mean, it's not hard to do," he said, his words stumbling a little. His smile was sheepish, but there was a warmth in his eyes that he couldn’t hide. "You're very lovable, Noelle."

Noelle’s breath caught in her chest, her heart racing as she processed his words. She didn’t know what to say at first, the weight of his admission hanging between them like a sweet secret. She was still trying to find the right words when she noticed the sincerity in his eyes.

"Tom…" she whispered, her hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against his as she whispered again, “I missed you so much.”

Tom’s hands gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as he closed the gap between them. He kissed her softly at first, testing the waters, but then, as if the floodgates opened, he kissed her more deeply, pulling her closer. The warmth between them was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but mumble against her lips, “I missed you more.”

She melted into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his shirt as she responded with an intensity of her own. The world outside felt distant, irrelevant, as if nothing existed but the two of them.

After a few moments, Tom pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling. He smiled softly and placed their bowls of ramen carefully on the coffee table beside them. “Fuck -- you're so pretty.” he whispered, his voice heavy.

Noelle’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, feeling the overwhelming warmth of his presence. She didn’t need to say anything in response—she knew exactly what he meant, and she felt it in her bones. She could stay in this moment with him forever.

Noelle’s chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, her heart still racing from the kiss. She felt the warmth of his body press against hers, grounding her in the moment. Without thinking, she leaned back, lowering her head onto the soft cushions of the couch. The cozy space around them felt small but perfect, the quiet of the room adding to the intimacy of the moment.

Tom followed her, his movements slow, as if he didn’t want to rush anything. He hovered above her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. His body was close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him, his breath warm against her lips. For a long moment, they simply stared at each other, the words between them unsaid but understood.

Noelle’s fingers slid up his chest, grazing his shirt. She didn’t know what she was expecting—what she wanted—but everything about this felt right.

Tom’s expression softened, his lips curling into a tender smile. He leaned in, his mouth finding hers again, this time with a deeper hunger, as if the kiss had become something more than just comfort. He moved slowly, carefully, crawling on top of her, his hands framing her face, fingertips lightly tracing the lines of her jaw. His body pressed against hers in a way that felt like home.

She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing beneath him, and she tugged him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck. The weight of him felt comforting, like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Tom’s hand slid down her side, resting on her hip, as he kissed her again, deeper this time, with a soft, quiet urgency. His heart pounded in his chest, his body responding to the intensity of the moment, but he held back, aware of the space between their hearts—still careful, still tender.

Noelle’s fingers traced the line of his neck, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles. She pulled him closer, and his breath hitched, his body responding with a shiver of anticipation. He leaned down again, kissing her with more intensity, more purpose, feeling the world around them shrink until there was nothing but the two of them, tangled in each other’s warmth.

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games x reader #original story #original female character #imagine blog

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daily-aus · 1 year ago

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FALLEN !! ──────────── TOM BLYTH

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ALIX YVETTE accidentally used the wrong account to gush about the up and rising internet boyfriend— Tom Blyth, not knowing tons of internet people are faster than light when it comes to screenshoting a mishap.

pairings : tom blyth x artist oc

featuring : thg:tbosas cast, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, jennifer lawrence and the cast of hunger games franchise, etc.

genre : celebrity au, smau, written, fluff, poor attempt at crack, strangers-friends-lovers

warning : profanity, dark humor, depressed oc

status : ongoing

( started on Jan 9 2024, finished on..... )

taglist : (OPEN)

## PROFILES !!

OO1. DEPRESSED KIDS

OO2. TBOSAS

## CHAPTER INDEX !!

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fallen © daily-aus, 2024

#au #smau #fanfic #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of lucy gray baird #tom blyth #rachel zegler #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird

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wednesday-fanatic · 2 years ago

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Who I Will Write For and What I Will Write For

Will: Smut, fluff, angst, death, I will do Dom/sub dynamics, choking, masterbation, overestimulation, hard doms, soft doms.

Wont: Piss kink, shit kink, creampie, not too rough of sex (but I will do rough sex), and I will not write for use of toys.

Fandoms:

FREE REIN

Pin Hawthorne

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SHADOW AND BONE

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Alina Starkov

General Kirigan

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MANIFEST

Ben Stone

Olive Stone

Cal Stone

Zeke Landon

Jared Vasquez

TJ Morrison

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DEADLY CLASS

Marcus Lopez

Saya Kuroki

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HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Matteo Riddle

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MARAUDERS ERA

Young!James Potter

Young!Regulus Black

Young!Peter Pettigrew

Young!Remus Lupin

Young!Sirius Black

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NARNIA

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

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BUNK'D

Griff Jones

Xander McCormick

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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

Hiccup Haddock

Astrid Hofferson

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ZOMBIES 2

Wyatt Lykensen

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SECRETS OF SULPHUR SPRINGS

Griffin Campbell

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DRAGONS: THE NINE REALMS

Tom Kullerson

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WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Tyler Galpin

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax

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Barry Allen

Caitlin Snow

Alex Danvers

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MARVEL

Loki Laugherson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

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OUAT

Peter Pan

Felix

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MIRACULOUS

Chat Noir

Adrien Agreste

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HEARTLAND

Ty Borden

Dylan Westfield

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ENOLA HOLMES

Sherlock Holmes

Tewksbury

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ANNE WITH AN E

Gilbert Blythe

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RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Jack Frost

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I do requests. I will do X Reader and X OC.

Message me through my profile if you have a request. I do not really check comments, so it's easier for me to get requests through a message then a comment

I will write for characters from Kings Choice which is a game on the Google play store. I dont know why but im in love with some of the characters, like, the way their animated is hot. Here's who I'll write for from the game:

Lance

Beth/Ian

Ryan

Esmerelda

Eva

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I will do smut, fluff, and angst for the Kings Choice game. I take requests for them too

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blythings · 11 months ago

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drabble requests are now open !!

who i write for: coriolanus snow (thg), billy the kid (tom blyth ver obvi), jeon wonwoo (seventeen), tom blyth (actor), lee hyunjae (the boyz), tba.

genres: angst, fluff, smut

some house rules:

i work full-time so posts will be sporadic. please refrain from asking for updates!

my personal preference is to write in third person, so i tend to write for ocs rather than the ‘x reader’ format, but i will do it occasionally! while my current and future fics will likely have named ocs, i’ll do my best to not use specific details for any requests.

i am not responsible for the content you consume. that being said, i am urging only people aged 18+ over to interact with my content. i am well into my twenties, so this is a boundary i wish to set.

writing is one of my hobbies, but i appreciate all likes/comments/reblogs!

#coriolanus snow imagine #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x oc #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x oc #coriolanus snow x reader #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fanfiction #wonwoo imagine #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae fanfiction #hyunjae imagine #daisy.txt #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction

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slutforsnow · 11 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE 🫶🏼

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ispiderdudei · 5 years ago

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Only-part five

prologue part one part two part three part four part five

dad! Tom Holland x OC

only masterlist

my masterlist

Summary: Tom was living his dream as a rising star in Hollywood for the past six years. Even though it was everything he ever wanted he missed everything that he left behind. His family back in London. His best friend who’s career had also taken off and though they were roomates they never had time for one another. His first love that was torn apart by a dumbass decision. He wished he could take it all back. All the stupid decisions he made in the past that could have been the other way around if he choose the right choice. What happens when he wakes up one day in the life he should have chosen?

warnings: nervous Tom, kinda fluff, Blythe being a smol bean, um yeah that's about it

word count: 3289

authors note: I feel like everyone of these I have an excuse on why I'm late to post. Well, it’s because I’m a senior in high school who has to apply to a million scholarships so I don't have to worry about student loans, but I’ll survive:) I also am taking three college classes and ironically English is the one that is killing me. I thank you for your patiences and wish me luck. Idk when the next part will come out but don't worry it’s happening. Also you know, just feel free to send me an ask anytime like I don’t mind (PSA this is my favorite look ever pic is definitely not mine)

After Blythe’s little incident and a good ten minutes of Lennon tending to her daughters small wounds they finally were able to calm her down before making their way back to the party. Tom was still overwhelmed by what happened earlier and it made every worse case scenario run through his mind. It was mostly about how he imagined Lennon finding out. The more he thought about telling her the more he backtracked his plan all together. Tom wasn’t going to tell her today. He knew that for sure, but that didn’t mean he could wait forever. Tom didn’t know exactly how this scenario would play out but he really didn’t want to at the least. He didn’t want Lennon to hate him and he also didn’t want her to act like she forgave him automatically.

He decided he needed to find the right opportunity because that’s what is best for everyone. He needed to wait it out because he still didn’t know if it was permanent, so why would he jeopardize it. If Blythe had come in a few moments later he would be hating himself even more. No matter how much he wondered if Lennon's lips were still as sensational as he remembered them to be. Another part of him wondered if he felt guilty just being so close to having an intimate moment with her how much more of that would build up inside of him.

Lennon brushes the curls out of her daughter's hair one last time before giving her a soft smile, “Are you going to be okay now?” The girl sniffed and nodded watching her mother stand up. Lennon turned to Tom giving him a sorrowful look and it made him panic even more because he knew what it was for.

Lennon and Tom grabbed the food while Blythe trailer behind them as they all walked back outside. Tom noticed more people than he did before, but that was because he just wasn’t paying attention earlier when he walked in with Xio. He saw many faces familiar, new, and old. It made his mind wonder on how the hell he was going to converse with them and still take on the persona of this other Tom. It was easier for him to talk to Harrison and Xio because they knew it wasn’t him. It wasn’t easy to talk with Lennon, but he was comfortable in the small conversations they have had so far.

“Can I go back to playing,” Blythe asked her mother in a more chipper mood looking at a few kids that Tom didn’t recognize.

Lennon nodded looking down at her. Blythe smiled rushing over to them stumbling a little. “Be careful please,” Lennon yelled at her letting out a sigh, “That child is a spitting image of you, I swear.”

Tom looked at Lennon shaking his head, “She’s a hundred percent you.” He meant every word their daughter was definitely a copy Lennon from the short time Tom knew her. Blythe didn’t have to do much to tell Tom that she was Lennon’s daughter because she was so much like her. He didn’t have to think about the fact that she had the same physical features as him but her mannerisms were like her mother’s.

Tom couldn’t remember much from his childhood. Well, he couldn’t remember some things, but he did remember Lennon. She was always so happy and full of energy. She never seemed to slow down and kept him on his toes when he was around her. When something sad would happen she would be back to herself in no time. Blythe proved that to Tom just mere seconds ago when she was a mess and then went straight to her task before she got hurt. It was almost scary how much their personalities were almost the same.

Lennon just scoffed at Tom rolling her eyes, “You only say that because you’re too stubborn to realize she is a girl version of you.”

“You can’t tell me that child who is stopping to pick the dandelion to make a wish is mini me,” Tom asked as he watched the five-year old stopped dead in her tracks looking down at the weed before picking it up and holding it tightly with one hand squeezing her eyes shut as the children rush pass her before blowing it out with the biggest smile on her face.

Lennon let out a laugh, “Well, I remember both of us doing that if I do recall.”

Tom smiled softly, “I’m glad I did because most of my wishes came true.” Well not exactly for him but the other him. You’ve learned by now Tom has always had the biggest crush on Lennon no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. Lennon liking him back was a shock and he never expected her to return the feelings no matter how many times Haz told him to grow a pair and ask her out. She was too perfect for him

Lennon gave him a sly smile rolling her eyes, “You were always one for cheese Tom.”

Tom shrugged, “What can I say?

“Ah, Thomas, nice to see you not overthinking things,” a thick Irish accent said behind him making the hairs on the back of his neck. Tom knew it anywhere because it was one he had to reason with when was dating Lennon and to be honest it still gave him anioxty to this day.

The funny thing about Lennon’s father, Alex, is that he is the living embodiment of James Bond, Pierce Brosnan’s version, of course. One of his most fond memories of Lennon’s father is when Lennon, him, and Harrison went to see Mamma Mia in the Cinema. He took Lennon home after and he was face to face with the man when walking her to the door swearing he would break out into a song by ABBA at any given moment, or run off with some Meryl Streep doppelgänger to Kalokairi. He would never do that to his wife though. They were far too in love.

It wasn’t that Tom enjoyed Lennon’s father’s company it’s just something you don’t exactly need when you have everything else running through your mind. Having to deal with the man he had been afraid of since he started dating Lennon wasn’t at the top of his list. He respected the man as much as he did his own father, but he knew that in his old life the man probably hated his guts. Tom won’t blame him for it because he would only blame himself. Hell, he already did.

Tom let out a nervous laugh that didn’t have to be forced because his he was so anxious he was scared Alex would sense something off about him because it has happened many times before. The man was like a bloodhound on a search for its owners next game while on an afternoon hunt. “Well I am trying. Being laid back was a goal I have for the new year of my life.”

Lennon's father took a sip of his drink before winking and pointing at Tom mere seconds after the glass left his lips. “That’s always been a good goal of yours. Glad you are finally living up to it.”

“Awe, come on dad, Tom has already been doing that,” Lennon beamed looking at her husband making Tom give her a timid smile. Alex gave him a look that Tom has seen before.

He was having serious déjà vu and it wasn’t the good kind. It was like a happier version of the memory before and Tom was slightly scared. The memory was when Tom asked for her father to approve him asking Lennon for his hand in marriage. They were never engaged when they called things off but Tom wanted to do it so desperately.

It was at a dinner party Nikki decided to hold for something Tom couldn’t quite remember, but he did at the time. It was only them and a few family friends nothing too special; him and Lennon were a few months into their relationship that still felt surreal to Tom.

He knew he needed to talk to Alex and he was scared out of his mind. He feared rejection the most because he knew the man hardly trusted him when he was just friends with his daughter. Lennon was off with Xio and a few other girls that were invited and Tom took the chance. He saw him standing on the porch talking to his father and knew it was now or never.

Taking a deep breath he walked over to the tall Irishman trying his best to not stumble and fall on his face while on the way to ask the man the question that will change his future. As he approached closer Tom had second thoughts but he tried his hardest to hide them so it wouldn’t get the best of him. He was sticking to his plan no matter how much he wanted to not ask all together.

Alex noticed Tom approaching upon first glance and gave him a smile. Tom looked between the two men giving them both a nod while putting his hands in his pockets.

“Lennon leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and you don’t know what to do, am I right Thomas?” Alex said smiling down at him earning a laugh from Dominic.

Tom smiled nervously, “Uh, no, actually I came over here to talk to you about something. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all,” Alex reassured him, “This old man was just getting a good point around about London’s traffic laws.”

Dominic shook his head, “I’m sure we can continue our political debate later. Perhaps over another game of golf. I can play easier so I don’t win.”

“I think that’s how you play naturally Holland,” Alex playfully said back earning a laugh from Dominic.

Tom’s father looked towards the kitchen at his mother who was motioning for some assistance from him and let out a site tucking his hands in his pockets, “I suppose the spouse is calling me. Perfect timing for you, Tom.” He gave both his son and Alex a nod before walking off.

Tom gulped, he hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the man standing in front of him because if he knew how terrified he was there was no telling on what he was going to say in their next conversation.

Alex slung his arm around tom’s shoulder patting letting out a chuckle, “Your father is something Thomas. Maybe that's why I like you so much.” It was something said so simple, but it gave Tom a spark of hope and eased his nerves at the thought of Lennon’s father liking him. “Now, my boy, what is it you need to talk to me about,” Alex asked as he lead tom to a secluded part of the Holland’s yard stopping looking down at him as he waited patiently for Tom to speak.

Tom stood a little taller than normal adjusting his jacket as he tried to relax his shoulders, “I, uh… well sir you are well aware I have liked your daughter for a while. Even before we were dating.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at Tom. It wasn’t out of anger, no, far from it. He was doing it because it seemed he was trying to piece together at what Tom was getting at. Alex is an intelligent intellectual that can seem to figure things out quickly and it usually was a problem or a person that he was able to solve. Tom, however, was scared to say anything before the man spoke. He felt like he was constantly trying to impress the man. “I’m well aware of you’re infatuation for my daughter, yes. You two have been dating for a while I hope you’d at least expect me to notice.”

Tom’s eyes widened, “O-of course, Sir. I had no doubt that you are i-in-informed of Lennon and I.”

The man let out another deep throat chuckle, “Now Thomas, you don’t need to act nervous around me we’ve known each other for quite some time and I think it's only fitting for you to not stress so much around me.”

But that was the thing, everything that was going through Tom’s mind at the moment was making him nervous. What he was doing could make or break him and Lennon’s relationship. He was scared shittless to say the least. He cleared his throat hoping years of acting school and control of his voice could help him the situation he was in, “Well, you see, what I’m going to ask might.”

“What would that mean,” Alex asked his voice laced in concern. It caught tom by surprise. It only made tom’s mind wonder to Alex thinking the worst-case scenario. “Is there something you need to tell me Thomas.”

It was that look.

Tom let out a nervous laugh, “I guess I said that wrong and can see where you are interpreting what I’m saying as something negative, but I promise it's not.”

The olderman placed his hands on his hips, “Well go on.”

Tom took a deep breath, “Well let me start out by saying I love your daughter more than anything. I think she is breathtaking and her flaws are just as beautiful as her perfections. Lennon has taught me how to stay grounded through everything and has given me more second chances than I could count. She is amazing and has this presents about her that makes me want to know than I already do about her. Even our relationship started as friends she is always proving that she is the one that I’ve always wanted to have a life with as I grow older. I know your gonna say we are too young and that I’m crazy for even thinking you’d say yes. And believe me I have prepared myself for your rejection-”

“Yes.”

Tom didn’t even processes Alex’s reactions. “I just want you to know that I’m not going to stop asking, because I know she is my future. Not some stupid movie deal or another musical opportuinity… What?”

“Yes, Thomas you have my blessing.”

“You’re serious.”

“I can take it back if you like and say no,” Alex state bluntly.

“No!” Tom said a little too loudly making some of the people close to them turn to the sudden raise of his voice. He cleared his throat, “No. I uh- I just- I didn’t think that would work out so well.”

“For Christ sakes,Thomas, don’t tell me you have flashcards prepared.”

Tom let out another laugh, “Something like that yeah.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “You try too hard. I do trust you, Thomas, because Lennon trust you. Do I think I’m crazy for approving for my daughter to marry so young? Yes, but I rather it be with you than some son of a bitch that I know wasn’t good for her.” He looked over Tom’s shoulder and smiled.

“Hi dad,” he heard from behind him, “Tommy.” The two men didn’t say anything. “Did I interrupt something?” Lennon raised an eyebrow before intertwining her fingers with Tom.

“Not a thing Lennonbug,” Alex said smiling at his daughter proudly before giving the same look to Tom.

This was everything he wanted.

However, he didn’t want to think about the look Alex was giving him right now, “How have you been improving Thomas?”

Tom’s palms were sweaty as Lennon gripped his arm. This wasn’t him being scared shitless asking her father to marry her. This was him being scared shitless on what to say to the man in front of him in an opposite way. “Just… going with the flow…” Tom mentally cursed himself because he would never say that.

Both of them gave Tom an odd look before looking at each other. Before either one of them could speak on Tom’s choice of words the voice of Nikki came from the front porch, “Okay everyone lunch is ready. Let’s hurry and eat before Harry dies of starvation.” Before everyone could trample over to the plastic table outside that was filled with a full buffet Nikki stopped them, “But before we do so we should congratulate Tom for achieving all that he has. I’m proud of you for blessing me with the two most adorable children and the best daughter in law a mother could ask for.”

Tom smiled at his mother nodding in appreciation placing a hand on Lennon’s back. “Thanks Mum,” there was a slight pause as if everyone expected him to say something else, “What are we all standing around for let’s eat, I’m famished.”

The guests cheered before making there way to the table. Blythe ran up to Tom grabbing a hold of his had pulling him towards the crowd of people waiting in line, “Come on Daddy we need to hurry up if you want to get something to eat.”

Lennon laughed at the little girl, “Hang on little bird we need to wait for our turn. There are still going to be quite a bit of food left by we get to the table.” She turned to Tom, I’m going to get Eli and make sure you don’t put too much on her plate. We don’t need the incident we had at the twins party. As for you,” she turned to her daughter, “ You need to at least have a few vegetables on your plate if you want any cake.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Blythe let out another annoyed groan tugging Tom’s had more. Making him

practically stumble to the line of family and friends.

The party unfolded like any other everyday gathering with Tom able to avoid questions his brothers threw at him throughout lunch. Most of which were covered by Xiomara, and the slight uncomfort he felt when Lennon got up to go get something from the kitchen didn’t help his current situation.

Just when Tom thought he couldn’t bare his siblings grilling him about his current life a sense of relief came over him as the voice of Lennon came through the back door. Her smile was as bright as the glow of the candles lit brightly on the cake she was holding. Her voice carried the familiar tune as everyone else around him began to sing happy birthday.

Lennon set the cake down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder making him tense up. He made sure to not flinch so much. Being put in a situation that might make everything go away the next day made Tom start to panic. What was he supposed to do in this situation? Everyone tuning into the song with their gaze on him. Blythe plopping down next to Tom leaning over looking in awe at the pastry in front of her father.

“Make sure you wish for something good daddy,” The little girl whispered as the short song came to an end. He knew that but what the hell was he supposed to wish for. She looked over at him with her doe eyes, “Can I blow them out with you?”

Tom gave her a tight smile nodded allowing her to slide into his lap as everyone huddled around them. Tom shut his eyes and told himself to just live in the moment. With Blythe’s weight shifting in his lap and the feeling of Lennons hand on his shoulder this moment couldn’t have been more perfect. He couldn’t wish for this life to last but he could just let it temporarily engulf him with happiness.

That was his wish to just see what happens next with what could have been.

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melodrcmas · 7 years ago

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hi babes !! i thought i’d start this up by posting a not-so-tiny lil list of wanted ships/plots/ faces/etc, etc, but i’m always open for suggestions and probably forgot to add a bunch anyways !! if you see anything at all that interests you, feel free to send me a message, or like this and i’ll im you !

faces i would like to play (bolded are most wanted):

CAMILA QUEIROZ

BRUNA MARQUEZINE

MARINA RUY BARBOSA

ISIS VALVERDE

matthew daddario

CAMILA MENDES

TYLER POSEY

LINDSEY MORGAN

LISA TEIGE

MADISON MCLAUGHLIN

EIZA GONZÁLEZ

ZOE KRAVITZ

danielle campbell

laura harrier

liana liberato

NORMANI KORDEI

NOAH CENTINEO

EMERAUDE TOUBIA

ALBERTO ROSENDE

JANELLE MONÁE

SANTIAGO SEGURA

elodie yung

MEGHAN MARKLE

dove cameron

MELISSA FUMERO

BOB MORLEY

sofia carson

paulina singer

katie stevens

aisha dee

MEGHANN FAHY

karla souza

WILLA FITZGERALD

MARLON LANGELAND

ZOEY DEUTCH

IMAN MESKINI

gigi hadid

rami malek

gabriella wilde

madison davenport

JENNA DEWAN TATUM

PARIS BERELC

SOPHIE TURNER

CINDY KIMBERLY

AIMEE CARRERO

VAL MERCADO

gina rodriguez

halston sage

scarlett leithold

chantel jeffries

bianca santos

faces i would like to play against (bolded are most wanted):

DOVE CAMERON

THOMAS HAYES

MARLON LANGELAND

HERMAN TØMMERAAS

ALFRED ENOCH

ROSS BUTLER

KJ APA

SHAWN MENDES

ALBERTO ROSENDE

SAM CLAFLIN

AMBER HEARD

CENGIZ AL

AVAN JOGIA

lily collins

xavier serrano

dacre montgomery

joe keery

charles melton

CARLSON YOUNG

DJ COTRONA

neymar jr

jordan calloway

zendaya

tom holland

camila queiroz

JUSTIN BALDONI

JORDAN FISHER

josefine frida pettersen

ulrikke falch

AJA NAOMI KING

LAUREN JAUREGUI

CHRIS EVANS

ALBERTO ROSENDE

rami malek

danielle campbell

LAURA HARRIER

BARBIE FERREIRA

KEIYNAN LONSDALE

maia mitchell

ansel elgort

jeremy irvine

ashleigh murray

dua lipa

MADELEINE PETSCH

KEITH POWERS

FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI

IVANA BAQUERO

victoria justice

rahul kohli

michael b. jordan

KELSEY CHOW

MAX IRONS

fandoms i would like to play in:

harry potter

game of thrones/asoiaf

percy jackson/heroes of olympus

the night circus

marvel comics

dc comics

disney

ships i would like (bolded is the character i’d play):

peter parker/MARY JANE WATSON (spider-man/marvel comics)

wally west/ARTEMIS CROCK (young justice)

betty cooper/VERONICA LODGE (riverdale)

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN/diana meade (the secret circle)

SANA BAKKOUSH/yousef acar (skam)

ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD/clary fray (shadowhunters/mortal instruments)

ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD/simon lewis (shadowhunters/mortal instruments)

BARBARA GORDON/dick grayson (dc comics)

JESSICA JONES/aNYONE TBH (luke cage, carol danvers, trish walker, scott lang, steve rogers, matt murdock,,,, etc etc take ur pick) (jessica jones/marvel comics)

KATE BISHOP/america chavez (young avengers)

KATE BISHOP/tommy shepherd (young avengers)

ANNA OLIPHANT/étienne st. clair (anna and the french kiss)

henry/NATALIE GOODMAN (next to normal)

ELPHABA THROPP/G(A)LINDA UPLAND (wicked)

karen cartwright/IVY LYNN (smash)

ELENA ALVAREZ/FEMALE OC (one day at a time)

NADINE FRANKLIN/krista (the edge of seventeen)

ANYA (ANASTASIA)/dimitri (anastasia)

SANSA STARK/aegon vi targaryen (a song of ice and fire/game of thrones)

SANSA STARK/margaery tyrell (a song of ice and fire/game of thrones)

gilbert blythe/ANNE SHIRLEY (anne of green gables)

RORY GILMORE/PARIS GELLER (gilmore girls)

marius pontmercy/COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT (les misérables)

éponine thénardier/COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT (les misérables)

plots i would like:

modern mythology mumu!!

something based on 10 things i hate about you

and??? smth based on the princess diaries?? bYe

bring it on inspired plot!!! give me gay cheerleaders!!!

anything set in a performing arts school or like,,, broadway tbh!! anything musical theatre related makes my heart soar.

oh and i’d love a mother/daughter gilmore girls type plot??

aLSO ALSO ALSO royal type of plot pLS i beg u i love those!! like, medieval, modern royals, royal/non-royal, betrothals, the whole shebang

and maybe like a summer romance??? *summer nights starts playing in the back*

okay but forbidden relationship plot where MUSE A is in a band and there’s a clear rule of not getting involved with anyone’s sibling bc cant disrespect bro code man cmoN!!!! but obvs MUSE B walks in and she’s MUSE C’s (npc) little sister and she instantly hits it off with MUSE A which earns him hella stern looks from MUSE C and warning lectures like yo thats my kid sister better stay away but they have rlly rlly good chemistry and they can’t really stay away so they have to try rlly hard to keep their relationship hella lowkey bc her brother can’t find out and neither can the public bc obvious reasons???? and like the only time they can ever be alone and do whatever they want is in their hotel room when she visits bc they don’t want to raise suspicion in public and there are so many rumors of MUSE A going out and about with some other girl and just so much angsT??? idk???? ( x )

ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “FIRST OF ALL, YOU’RE AN IDIOT. SECOND, WE DIDN’T HAVE SEX IF THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE WONDERING. THIRD, BREAKFAST WILL BE READY SOON. SIT.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ ( x )

i wanna do a plot where muse a’s dad is a cop and the cop gets a call from his daughter while on the job and he has like a twenty-one year old in his backseat and his son/daughter is like eighteen and hiS KID IS LIKE “WHO IS IN THE BACK?” AND THE DAD IS LIKE “A TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD GIRL/BOY.” AND THEN HIS KID ASKS IF THEY ARE CUTE AND THEY ARE LIKE “I’D LIKE TO SAY YES” AND THEY FALL IN FORBIDDEN LOVE AND MUSE B HAS A MOTORBIKE AND MUSE A ALWAYS SNEAKS OUT TO SEE MUSE B BC THEY STILL LIVE W THEIR PARENTS BUT THEY GO AND STAY W MUSE B AT THEIR APARTMENT ALL THE TIME AND GET IN TROUBLE AND THEY MAKE IT HARD FOR EACH OTHER TO TALK WHEN THEY ARE AT THE TABLE AND ITS AMAZING ( x )

so we all have the sweet virginal innocent girl x the bad mature self-confidant guy ship and i fully support that but i also want a plot where it’s exactly that, except i want the sweet little cinnamon roll to be a guy, MUSE A, who’s sweet and soft and lovely and everyone around him falls in love with him because he’s a breath of fresh air and MUSE B is not immune. Maybe Muse B is Muse A’s older sibling’s best friend, maybe they met at a party and opposites attract. Maybe Muse B’s friends made a bet that Muse B could get with Muse A in a given time period and break their heart. We can discuss the details but I just want a flower boy with a flirty hard to resist dreamboat of a guy and all of their cute little conversations and how Muse A slowly but surely falls for Muse B’s charms and how Muse B would do just about anything for Muse A and really…hit me up if you’re interested. ( x )

i need a plot with a girl boxer who everyone always brushes off because she’s a girl and an arrogant male boxer who often tells her to give up because “girls don’t belong in the sport” until one day she challenges him to a fight and kicks his ass. then she startrs to change his mind and they start training together and OH NO FEELINGS.

whispers someone please give me a 1x1 in which this girl’s always been overshadowed by her older sister and then said sister brings a new boyfriend home and he and the younger sister immediately hit it off and unlike everyone in her family he actually pays attention to her and they start hooking up behind his girlfriend’s back and rogijeroigje ( x )

guys i’m such a sucker for plots like send me one you’d like and i’ll probably like it too?? i still need to make a plo tag on this blog bUT i also have this one in my other blog in case you wanna look @ that for inspo !!

#1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 br #pq tbm to aceitando plots em portugues!!

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slutforsnow · 11 months ago

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ugh babes i just need coryo to tell me i'm doing a good job as i struggle with school work.

being in high school and doing college work fucking sucks.

OH THANK THE GODS I CAN LET LOOSE ON THIS 🕺 IVE HAD AN IDEA LIKE THIS BUT NO MOTIVATION TO TYPE IT TY COURTNEY TO LET ME DIVULGE IN THIS

You're Doin' Great, Doll

Tw/Cw: none

Summary: Coryo encourages you and tells you you're doing great 🫶🏼

A/N: short and sweet drabble, enjoy :)

"Doll, what's wrong?" Coryo inquired, running a gentle hand down your spine. His touch was cold and comforting due to your head throbbing in pain from studying your high school and college coursework.

You felt drained and simply leaned into his touch, sighing.

"All this fuckin' work, it's killing me," you told him, pushing your books away from yourself.

He hummed for a moment before turning your chair to face him and pulling your head up to meet his sharp gaze.

"I see... and why is it killing you, dove?" He murmured, lazily caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"It's just stressful having to study grades above me," you answered, feeling your body's tension leave you as Coriolanus continued his simple touches.

Another hum and his icy blue eyes softened, finding no reason to not believe you and ignore the doubts that continuously lingered in the back of his mind.

"You're doing great, Doll, even if it doesn't feel like you are. I'm proud of you," He reassured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before taking your hand in his. "You deserve a break. Come. We'll do one of your hobbies before my meeting."

"Coryo, what did I do to deserve you," you breathed out, hugging his arm as he pulled you from your seat and out of your study your parents had made for you.

"Be honest," He answered, half-serious as his lips quirked into a small smile seeing you relax already.

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slutforsnow · 11 months ago

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WHO IS THIS WOMAN BILLY JUST SLEPT WITH (yes I restarted watching episode 4 to get started on ch. 5 today) HE JUST METBHER AND SLEPT WITH HER??? I CAN SMELL THE JEALOUSY OFF VIOLET

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slutforsnow · 11 months ago

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Death, Revelations, & Jail

A/N: This one might end up being just a tad longer than the last 3 chapters :3 ALSO I FINALLY FINISHED EPISODE 3 😭 IM SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER, HENRY BEING PATHETIC WAS FUNNY 😭😭

Tw: Joseph's death, revealing Violet's trauma (grooming, SA, assault, abuse, manipulation), Kathleen's death, robbery

At the funeral, Violet stood with Kathleen and Billy per Joseph's final request. His reasoning had been that he wanted her there instead of Antrim because of how caring she was compared to his step-father. Violet was touched by him asking for her to be there in his final moments.

Violet had one hand on Kathleen's back, rubbing her back as she and Billy sprinkled dirt on Joe's body, holding back her own tears. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to bawl her eyes out. He had been a sweetheart in the short time she had known him and had prayed for him to recover.

Billy and Kathleen didn't deserve this; they were too good of people to have lost Joseph. If Violet could bring back Joe, she would even go as far as ask God to take her abuser and ex-friend.

'If anyone deserves to be in the ground it's that fucking-'

Violet's thoughts were interrupted, hearing a familiar voice. Her heart dropped, and she suddenly felt lightheaded.

She slowly turned to face him. What was he of all people doing here?

As Violet watched the short argument between Kathleen and Henry, the pieces began to make sense. Henry was Billy's step-father and Violet's abuser. She felt hot tears fill in her eyes, but not of sadness, oh no. Of anger. Hatred, even. He was here hurting two more people while his victim was here in front of him and he had the fucking nerve to pretend everything was fine between the two of them and ignore her? Violet balled her fists, glaring at Henry, and scrunched her nose up in disgust at the blonde bastard.

"You really think that Joseph would want you at his burial? He asked me to be here instead of you because he felt more loved by someone he just met instead of his own stepfather that he's known for the past 6 years?" She spat, her chest heaving up and down, as she felt her heart speed up. Henry paled, looking at Violet.

If he didn't remember her before she spoke, he sure as hell remembered her now. Kathleen and Billy looked between Henry and Violet, seeing the tears of rage roll down on Violet's cheeks.

"Violet- what are you doin' here?" A simple question, how pathetic was he? To ask how she was while she was recovering from the damage he caused her?

"Really? That's your question? Not 'I'm sorry for doin' what I did to you two years ago I hope you can forgive me'?!" She yelled, feeling her knees grow numb. She felt faint, sick even.

Why would he act so casual?

"Vi, what are you talkin' about?" Kathleen asked, sounding genuinely confused that her husband and Violet, whom she now considered to be a daughter to her if Violet and Billy were to ever date in the future, knew each other.

"What I'm sayin' is that your husband and a third party manipulated me into thinkin' he loved me but only used my 16 year old body for such disgustin' and vile things," Violet stated, glaring at Henry but speaking so gently and sweet to Kathleen.

"You what!?" Billy shouted in anger, turning to Henry. He immediately reached for his pistol, ready to put a bullet between his eyes, only to be stopped by his mother.

He always had a bad feeling about Henry, but knowing that he was the one who violated Violet was beyond disgusting. It was horrid. Silence stood between the 4 of them and Billy shot between Henry's feet, causing a cry of fear and surprise to erupt from Henry's throat.

"Warnin' shot," He stated bluntly before pulling Violet into his embrace as Kathleen practically dragged Henry back to the house to shout at him for what he did to her.

"You can put your pistol away, moron," Violet teased, giggling to herself as Billy rubbed her back, listening to the sounds of the two men burying his brother.

"No, I'm gonna need it when I get back to the house," He told her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't waste your bullets on him. He needs a slow and painful death," She argued, laying her head on his chest as he held her close.

Billy pondered that for a moment; get rid of the problem or let the problem suffer.

"You're right, he does deserve to suffer," He murmured, putting his gun back in his gunbelt. "I'm sorry he did that to you."

"Why are you sorry? You didn't know," She questioned, looking up at him and wipin' her tears away. As she did, she had also revealed her scars across her nose. He didn't say anything about her scars, thinking they added to her sense of danger.

"For not doin' somethin' sooner so he couldn't have hurt you," He answered simply, as if it was obvious. Violet felt a faint redness creep up onto her cheeks; he cared about her that much when they had only met a few days ago?

"Awh, Billy that's mighty sweet of you," She replied, not meeting his gaze so he didn't notice her growing redness. Billy gently laid his forehead against hers, smiling at her as he was happy to make her smile.

"Anythin' to see you smile, Vi," He murmured, holding her close.

That night, as the pair decided to stay and comfort Kathleen, Violet ended up staying over with the Antrims as it was pouring rain by the time she noticed it was dark out.

Billy let her cuddle with him in his bed, and they talked each other to sleep–talking about ideas on how to make Henry go 'missing' and comforting Billy about the loss of Joe. Late in the night, Billy woke up to the sounds of hustlin' and bustlin' in the kitchen area. He quietly got up, making sure not to wake Violet, grabbed his gun, and crept his way to the kitchen, aiming it at his step-father once he got a clear view of him.

Henry stopped moving, slowly looking towards his step-son.

"So you caught me. This is my money," He began, having only opened the small box that held what little savings Kathleen had.

"You haven't earned any of it. Not a fuckin' penny," Billy began, moving forward, keeping the gun aimed at Henry's head and being glad he towered over the man he hated. "You chase a dream. You pay for whores. You cheat on my mother and now you fucking steal from her!"

The more Billy spoke, the more he felt his anger rise. He didn't raise his voice. No, he couldn't do that. Not while his mother and best friend were asleep. They needed their rest. It had been an eventful day for both of them.

He continued to force Henry to back up eventually out of the house and into the cold rain. Billy didn't care about the cold. He had enough of Henry's bullshit.

"Not to mention what you did to Violet; she was fuckin' sixteen!! Sixteen!! How could even think of doing such a thing to her!?" He yelled, pressing the barrel of his gun to Henry's head. He could yell now, since they were outside; no one could hear him over the loud pouring rain.

Violet, however, woke up having to use the bathroom. She frowned, not seeing Billy in bed next to her.

'Maybe he's in the kitchen,' She thought to herself, yawning as she made her way to the bathroom, grateful that Billy's clothes covered her body mostly. As she made her way around the house to hopefully see Billy, just eating a midnight snack, she caught sight of him outside with Henry. She stood by the table, seeing the box of the family's savings. Sighing tiredly, she made her way upstairs again to grab a towel to dry him off when he came back inside.

"You could've been a good man like my father. All you had to do was try," Billy continued, cutting off Henry from his pathetic rambling and pleading.

Then he remembered Violet's words from earlier.

"Don't waste your bullets on him. He deserves to suffer."

And suffer he will. He lowered his gun and went back inside, shutting the door in Henry's face.

When he turned around, he came face to face with his mom and Violet. He assumed they heard him as Violet came over to him and wrapped his blanket around him, considering it was the only was big enough that could actually have any chance of drying him a little bit, as Kathleen lit another oil lamp to warm him up.

Violet, knowing this was a family matter, hugged Billy tightly once he sat down next to his ma and went upstairs.

She laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as she waited for his return.

Once he came back to the room, with his hair still damp. Once he put his pistol away in his gunbelt, he laid next to Violet in silence. She pulled him into a tight hug once he got comfortable, holding him somehow tighter than before.

"Thank you," She whispered, knowing he drove away Henry for good.

"Of course, Violet," He whispered back, holding her close and burying his face in her shoulder. Vi buried her face into his neck, taking in his calming scent. He smelled like a wet dog, but amongst that scent, he also smelled like grass, mud, with hints of whiskey.

"I'm never leaving your side," She stated softly, earning a gentle chuckle from him.

"You're an idiot."

"Nah, you are."

"How am I an idiot?"

"Who went out in the rain in their pajamas 10 minutes ago?" She teased, giggling as he laughed softly, accepting defeat.

"Alright, you got me there," He admitted before closing his eyes to try an asleep.

"Yes, I do," She murmured, yawning before curling up into his side.

Days later, Kathleen dropped as well from the same illness that took Joe. The moment Violet had heard the news from Jesse, she had bolted barefoot to find him, determined to help Billy and Kathleen.

As the 18 year olds took care of Kathleen, she cherished every moment she had with them. She didn't want to go, yet she knew that God would reunite her with her husband and Joe. As she was being taken care of, she noticed how Violet and Billy talked and cooperated. They worked together without complaint and were just as stubborn as the other. Kathleen didn't want to leave Billy alone, but as time went on, she realized that he wouldn't be alone. He'd have Violet with him, and Kathleen was okay with that.

The day after she was buried, Violet laid her head on Billy's shoulder as his now former home was cleared out. The town had taken the house as Billy didn't have enough to pay for it.

Violet sighed, rubbing Billy's arm as he watched the home get cleared out.

"You can come stay with Jesse and I until you get back on your feet," She suggested, peering up at him.

"I don't wanna be a burden," Billy denied, shaking his head.

"Billy-"

"You could always rob someplace," a familiar voice said, pulling their attention from the now empty house to Jesse.

"Jesse, no, he needs money not to be arrested-," Violet began, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms facing her brother completely.

"I mean, it could work," Billy interjected, looking down at Violet.

"Where would you even try?" Violeg protested, looking up at him.

"That place," Jesse suggested, nodding curtly towards the Chinese laundry place across the road.

"No, you'll both get caught for sure," She told him.

"Doesn't hurt to try," Billy said, nodding to Jesse.

"You can't be serious, Billy!"

"Alright, meet back here around midnight."

"Fuck you, Jesse," Violet grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes in disappointment.

The next night, Violet had gathered Billy's things, as well as her own, onto 2 horses. She knew this would happen. Stupid Jesse and his dumb fucking plan. Violet knew this would happen, but did the boys listen? No, of course not. Why would they?

She peered around the corner of the clothing shop, seeing Billy running from the jail, and she whistled at him, causing him to stop running.

"Violet?" He questioned in a whisper shout as he came closer to her.

"Of course, you fucking idiot, now get on your horse and let's go," She playfully said, grinning and jamming his hat on his head.

"How- wait, why are you leaving?" He asked, not wasting time and getting on his horse as Violet got onto hers.

"Whose gonna keep your ass outta trouble?" She retaliated, grinning evilly.

"Rude," He repreplied, chuckling as the two snapped the reins and their horses were off.

'Goodbye to this hellish town and the people in,' Violet thought, smiling as she no longer would have to be forced into trying to date some of the other guys in town. 'Freedom at last.'

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