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fictional-at-heart · 5 months ago

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I’ll Bleed Out For You

Fandom: Billy the Kid (2022)

Characters: Billy/William H. Bonney, Charlie Bowdre, George Coe, Susan McSween, Dulcinea Del Toboso

Tags: Whump, mentions of blood, infection, fever, hurt/comfort

Summary: Billy gets shot in an ambush by the Seven Rivers Gang (I’m not good at summaries, sorryyyy)

(Well. I did it. I fell down the rabbit hole further. It’s too late for me! But if I’m being honest, this wasn’t intended to be this long🤣 It just kept COMING! And as always, you can thank my bestie for the medical accuracy😘)

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The last thing Billy and the Regulators had expected on their hunt was an ambush. Yet here they were, in the middle of a field on a bright autumn afternoon, fighting Jesse Evans and the Seven Rivers gang. It was supposed to be an easy hunt for fresh meat; things had been quiet between the Regulators and Murphy’s men for the past few weeks. So it was just Billy’s luck that Jesse and his gang had stumbled across Billy and his men as they were riding across the field.

Billy shouted orders to his men from behind the rock he had taken cover behind, trying to think of a way to get them to the nearby trees, where they could escape safely. He was the farthest away from the woods, so he figured he could lay cover fire for his men as they ran for the trees; assuming Charlie and George would agree to his plan.

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Billy glanced at the trees and smiled slightly. All of the other horses had run home, but it appeared Steel had stayed. He looked to Charlie, who was closest to him, firing his gun before ducking back behind a log.

“Charlie!” Billy called, grabbing Charlie’s attention. “I want you and George to tell the others to run for those trees as soon as I tell them to. I’m gonna cover you guys as you go.”

“What about you?” Charlie asked, getting ready to fire his gun again. Billy shot up to fire two shots, one hitting one of the men in the leg. He began reloading his guns.

“Don’t worry about me. Just run for the woods and don’t look back. Got it?”

Charlie looked to George. He looked uncertain about the plan, but nodded hesitantly.

“Alright,” Charlie conceded as George relayed the plan to the other men nearby. Billy looked to Charlie and George and nodded once.

“Run!” he yelled, firing from behind the boulder to protect his men. As the others ran for the woods, Billy quickly moved to behind the log Charlie had been hiding behind, peeking around as he reloaded his gun. Several of the men were down, and Jesse appeared to be having a heated conversation with one of his men. As Billy looked to the trees, he saw that his men had made it to the woods. With Jesse arguing, now was his best chance. He grabbed his guns and sprinted for the trees. Apparently someone had noticed him running, because soon he heard gunshots as he ran. He turned around to fire quickly, then turned back and continued his sprint to the woods, feeling a pain in his side. He ran up to Steel and scrambled onto his back, grabbing the reins and spurring him into a gallop. He glanced behind him as he rode on, but Jesse didn’t seem to be following him. He slowed Steel down once he was certain he was far enough away and pulled his jacket to the side, glancing down at his torso. He grimaced at the small blood stain starting there, but it was probably just a graze; nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. As he continued on, he saw that his men had reached the end of the woods and had found their horses. They looked visibly relieved as Billy exited the trees.

“You had us a little worried for a minute,” George said, walking up to Billy as he came to a stop. Billy leaned an arm on the horn of his saddle.

“Come on, you guys musta known I wouldn’t have trouble gettin’ out of there,” he said with a smirk. George chuckled and patted Billy’s knee.

“Any gray hairs I got are from you, kid,” he said, shaking his head and heading over to his horse. Billy glanced at the others.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Worst we got is some grazes, no direct hits,” Charlie replied. “What about you?”

Billy shrugged. “Pretty much the same. I’m good.”

“You better be,” Charlie said, getting up on his horse. “I don’t know if that was brave or stupid.”

Billy smirked, turning his head to the side before looking at Charlie again.

“Got you guys out, didn’t it?”

“Can’t argue with that, Charlie!” one of the other men shouted. Charlie smiled and shrugged.

“Well, thanks Billy.”

Billy smiled and nodded. The others started heading for their camp, with Billy following behind. He straightened in his saddle and grimaced at the twinge it caused in his left side. His graze was starting to hurt as the adrenaline from the gunfight wore off, and the horse’s gait was only aggravating it more. He glanced down at it again, realizing that perhaps it wasn’t actually a graze. There wasn’t anything he could do for it now though, so he continued at a canter behind the others.

They reached the camp and dismounted their horses, heading into the stables. Billy stopped Steel at the barn door and slid off, grunting as the contact from his feet hitting the ground sent a jolt to his wound. He exhaled slowly, grabbing Steel’s reins and walking him into the barn. He led him to his stall, where he began unbuckling his saddle. The others were talking as they did the same, not noticing the change in Billy’s behavior. He lifted the saddle off of Steel with a grunt, hauling it over to its place. He set it down rather loudly, almost dropping it onto the stand. The others looked over at the sound, seeing Billy leaning against the barn wall.

“You okay, Billy?” Charlie asked, walking a little bit closer. Billy nodded, but didn’t say anything. Charlie came up to him and put a hand on Billy’s shoulder. He looked a little pale, and he was breathing heavily.

“Don’t tell me your saddle weighs that much,” George joked. Charlie looked concerned as Billy leaned his head against the wall. He pulled the side of his jacket back to reveal the bottom left of his shirt, which was darkening with blood.

“Thought it was just a graze, but…” he trailed off, closing his eyes tightly and grimacing.

“Crap, Billy!” Charlie exclaimed, looking at the wound.

“It’s probably not that bad,” Billy replied, wrapping his hand around his stomach.

“I’m gettin’ the doctor,” George said, putting his saddle back onto his horse. Billy tried to take a step forward.

“No you won’t,” he said, putting as much authority into his tone as he could muster. “It’s too dangerous; what if Jesse and the gang see you?”

“They won’t,” George replied, mounting his horse. “And anyway, Billy the Kid ain’t dyin’ on our watch. I hear the doc and his wife are partial to the Regulators.”

Billy leaned a hand against the wall, pressing his other hand against his wound.

“You don’t know that for sure,” he replied breathlessly, raising an eyebrow.

“No, but we’re pretty sure,” Charlie replied. He looked up to George. “Get going. I’m gonna get him into the house; he’s not looking good.”

Billy glared at them both, but said nothing. George left the barn, while the others went inside to get things ready. Charlie leaned under Billy’s arm to help him, but Billy pushed him away.

“I can manage,” he protested, going to take a step forward. He managed a few wobbly steps before Charlie came under his arm anyway, holding onto Billy’s non injured side to support him.

“I’m sure you can,” Charlie said as they walked out of the barn. “I’m also sure you’d’ve managed a stumble onto the barn floor as well.”

Billy huffed at his response, his head dropping forward as they came to the porch and went inside.

“We weren’t sure where you wanted ‘im,” Fred said, gesturing to the table. “We cleared that off, and the bed is all set too.”

“I ain’t… layin’ on a table,” Billy grumbled. “It’s… it’s not… that bad.”

Fred frowned at his sudden struggle to talk, glancing at the blood that was now seeping through his jacket.

“We’ll get him to the bed for now,” Charlie said, helping Billy to his bedroom. “If the doc needs him on the table, we can always knock him out.”

Billy chuckled quietly.

“You’d try, anyway,” he replied weakly, his head hanging down. Billy dropped onto the bed, closing his eyes and holding his wound with his hand.

“Let me take a look so I can see what you’re dealing with,” Charlie said, gesturing to Billy.

“Fine,” he replied, pulling his shirt up so Charlie could look at the wound.

“It’s bleeding pretty bad,” Charlie said, grabbing a cloth from the nearby desk and pressing it to the wound. Billy gritted his teeth and groaned.

“Couldn’t tell,” Billy responded sarcastically, shifting uncomfortably.

“I hope George comes back with the doctor soon,” Charlie muttered, looking uncomfortably at the cloth that was getting soaked far too quickly.

A little while later, George came through the door, followed by Dr. Johnson and Susan McSween. Charlie stood up, tossing a cloth in a bucket.

“It doesn’t look good,” he said as the doctor set his bag down. Susan walked up to Billy and knelt down, putting a hand gently on his head. His skin felt clammy and he was breathing heavily. She turned to Dr. Johnson.

“It looks like he’s lost a lot of blood,” she said as Billy shivered. “I’d like to help you, if that’s alright.”

“I don’t think… it’s that bad,” Billy muttered, opening his eyes. Charlie rolled his eyes and the doctor frowned as he glanced at the blood soaked cloths inside the bucket.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, opening his bag. “Susan, I’ll need a bucket of clean water. The rest of you will have to get out of the room for now.”

Billy tried to sit up as the others left, but collapsed back onto the pillows with a groan.

“Don’t sit up,” Dr. Johnson warned, pulling a chair over and sitting down. “Just stay down while I take a look.” He unbuttoned Billy’s shirt to take a better look at the wound.

“Is the bullet still inside?”

Billy nodded, shivering. “No exit.”

Dr. Johnson frowned as Susan came in, setting the bucket down and closing the door.

“We’re going to have to do surgery,” the doctor told Susan as she came closer to the bed. Billy bit his lip to keep from whimpering as Dr. Johnson felt around the wound. Susan stroked his head, trying to soothe him. She hated to see this happen to such a young man, and hated Murphy and his men even more so for doing this to him.

“The bullet is still inside, and I’d rather not leave it there.”

Billy groaned, turning his head to the side. Susan’s hand moved to his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Billy,” she said gently, as Dr. Johnson got out his necessary equipment. “You won’t feel a thing, and I’m sure Dr. Johnson has done this many times.”

Billy nodded weakly, his eyes closed and breathing heavily. The doctor took out a jar and cloth, doused the cloth, and then handed it to Susan. He felt her smooth his hair back as she gently pressed the cloth over his mouth and nose. The slightly sweet scent of chloroform was the last thing he remembered before the voices of Susan and the doctor drifted away.

Billy woke up to hushed voices around him as he slowly opened his eyes. The room was dark, except for the light from the lamps near him. Susan was sitting in the chair next to him, talking with her husband Alexander and Charlie.

“You awake, Billy?” Charlie asked quietly.

“Guess so,” he mumbled weakly.

“How are you doing?” Susan asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you thirsty?”

Billy nodded, and she held a cup up to his lips. He drank a few sips before she pulled it away, setting it on the nightstand next to him.

“You have to take it easy for a while,” Susan told him. “You lost a lot of blood, both from the wound and the surgery. The doctor had a difficult time getting the bullet out.”

“We almost weren’t sure you were going to make it,” Alexander added, standing beside his wife with his hand on her shoulder. “But if anyone can nurse you back to health, it’s my Sue.”

She blushed as he kissed the top of her head.

“Now, dear, it’s nothing Manuela couldn’t do either.”

Charlie smiled at the mention of his wife, then turned his attention to Billy.

“We’re gonna lay low for a while with you here,” he said. “As far as we know, Murphy’s men don’t know where we are, so it should be safe.”

Billy nodded, not feeling like arguing otherwise. Besides, he felt about as bad as they said it was, so his argument wouldn’t be compelling anyway. He pulled up an arm and rubbed at his eyes, eliciting a small groan at the pain from his wound. He felt tired and cold, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Susan placed another blanket on top of him, smoothing it out before rubbing his shoulder.

“Why don’t you get some rest now,” she said softly. “I know you’re tired, and it’ll only help you heal faster.”

Billy nodded, pulling the blanket up to his neck. He drifted off, listening to the murmur of the hushed voices in the room.

———————

The next morning when he woke up, he definitely felt worse; his wound hurt more than last time, and he was cold and achy.

“Billy?”

He turned to the direction of the voice, a smile breaking out despite how bad he felt. He opened his eyes to see Dulcinea sitting next to him, holding a book. She set it on the nightstand and leaned forward slightly.

“Dulcinea.” He tried to sit up, but she put a hand on his arm.

“You don’t need to sit up for me, Billy,” she said, lightly stroking his arm with her thumb absentmindedly.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he asked. He wanted to reach out for her hand, but he didn’t want to assume anything and make her uncomfortable.

“George came and told me what had happened,” she said, moving her hand down to his own. “He told me that they weren’t sure you were going to make it, but that you were fine now.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Billy started. Dulcinea stopped him, looking slightly hurt.

“You do not want me here?” she asked, pulling her hand away. Billy reached for her hand again.

“No, no… I didn’t mean that,” he replied, squeezing her hand lightly. “I just… after what you said before, I wasn’t sure you’d wanna be here.”

She smiled. “Of course I do. We can still be friends, no? Are you feeling any better?”

Billy shrugged with a grimace. Dulcinea frowned and put the hand he wasn’t holding on his forehead.

“You don’t look so good,” she said as she felt his forehead. “And you feel warm.”

Billy chuckled, though regretted it when his side flared with pain.

“Aren’t I s’posed to be warm?” he joked, trying to hide the fact that he was in pain. “I’m alive, after all.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, standing up and heading for the door. “I’m going to get Susan.”

She called for her by the door, then came back to Billy, followed by Susan.

“He feels warm,” she told her. Susan put the back of her hand against his head.

“Does your wound hurt more than it did yesterday?” Susan asked. Billy glanced to Dulcinea, then back at Susan and nodded.

“I’d like to check it, if that’s okay.”

Billy nodded again, pulling back the blankets with a shiver.

“Does anything else feel wrong?” Susan asked as she cut at the bandages.

“I guess I’m kinda… achy. Cold, too.”

Susan furrowed her brow as she peeled the last of the bandages away to look at his wound.

“What is it?” Dulcinea asked as she glanced at Susan’s expression.

“It looks like it’s a little infected,” she said. Dulcinea covered her mouth with her hand.

“Badly?” she asked. Billy closed his eyes and grimaced as Susan gently felt around the wound.

“It’s minor, but it’s still a concern. I’m going to see the doctor,” Susan said as she grabbed clean bandages. She replaced the old bandages and left, promising to return as quickly as possible.

Billy reached for the blankets, but Dulcinea stopped him as he groaned at the effort.

“All you have to do is ask,” she said, setting the blankets on top of him. “I don’t think you should be moving much.”

“She didn’t mention that,” he said weakly. Minor infection or not, he definitely felt terrible.

“Well, I think it’s a good idea,” she said, sitting down in the chair. “Can you sleep?”

“Probably.”

She hummed in response, then stood up. She carefully got into the bed next to him, sitting against the headboard. She patted her lap, gesturing for him to put his head there. He gave her a half smile, following her instructions and biting back a groan as he shifted his position. He closed his eyes as she started stroking his head, gently pushing his hair back. He continued shivering, so she pulled the blankets up closer and shifted closer to him.

“It’ll be alright,” Billy mumbled, snuggling into her slightly. Dulcinea forced a smile, even though he couldn’t see it.

“I know,” she replied. “But I think you’re a little delirious right now.”

He drew his eyebrows together, confused, but kept his eyes closed.

“No I’m not. Jus’ tryin’ to make you feel better.”

Dulcinea laughed lightly. “Shouldn’t I be the one trying to make you feel better?” she asked. He smirked a little.

“Not necessarily.”

“Why don’t you sleep now?” Dulcinea asked, running her fingers through his hair. “You need to rest more than you need to talk.”

He briefly nodded his head, already half asleep by the time she finished speaking.

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“It doesn’t look too bad, but if he doesn’t improve before tomorrow night…”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Put some iodine on it again tomorrow, keep it clean. Make sure the bandages stay clean. That’s about all we can do.”

Billy barely registered the voices in the room, keeping the blankets as close as he possibly could to his cold body. On top of the intensified pain in his side, it seemed he couldn’t get warm no matter how hard he tried. As he felt movement next to him, he realized someone was holding him close and stroking his head.

“It’s alright, Billy. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

He turned his head to the voice, burying his face into the soft warmth of whoever was next to him. He opened his eyes, looking up to see Dulcinea next to him; she had one arm behind his shoulders, her fingers toying with the hair on his forehead.

“Hi, Billy,” she said, smiling and looking down at him.

“Hi,” he mumbled back, leaning his head back down on her shoulder.

“The doctor just left; he said your wound is a little infected.”

“Mm.”

“It’s not too bad.” She paused, then lightened her tone a little. “The doctor said you should improve by tomorrow night.”

“Kinda heard what he said, I think,” Billy replied with a sigh.

“Oh.”

They were quiet for a moment, the only sound being Billy’s breathing.

“Does it hurt really bad?” Dulcinea asked after a moment. “Sorry, that’s probably a stupid question.”

“‘S not a stupid question,” he responded. He tilted his head back slightly, the top of his head resting against Dulcinea’s cheek. “But yeah. It does.”

He turned his head to look at her when she didn’t respond.

“Ya look worried,” he said. He brought a hand up weakly and stroked her chin with his thumb. “Don’t need ta worry ‘bout me, darlin’. I’ll be fine.”

Dulcinea smiled a bit sadly. “Why is it you keep trying to comfort me when you’re the one who’s sick and injured?”

He tilted his head, snuggling his face closer to her neck and closing his eyes.

“‘Cause I don’t like seein’ you upset,” he said tiredly. Dulcinea stroked his cheek with her thumb.

“I think maybe this is the fever talking,” she whispered, leaning her cheek against his forehead. She pulled the blanket back up over his shoulder as he shivered again. “Do you need another blanket?”

He shook his head slightly, taking a deep breath and grimacing. Dulcinea moved her other arm to his shoulders, hugging him gently.

“I’m sorry…” she told him, planting a light kiss on his head.

“Hm? What for?” he asked sleepily.

“For leaving you,” she responded, sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. “I should’ve tried harder to understand.”

“Don’t need to apologize,” he mumbled back with a shiver. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” she replied, pushing a strand of hair off of his face as he fell back asleep. “Me too.”

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Dulcinea watched as Susan checked the bandages a few hours later. She touched them gently and studied them for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.

“I think they’re good for now,” she told Dulcinea, still by Billy’s side. He seemed to be sleeping soundly and she didn’t want to disturb him. “Tomorrow morning I’ll have to put iodine on it, but the bandages should be fine until then.”

She glanced at Billy. His face was flushed and his breathing was still heavier than it should be, but he was sleeping at least; his face was turned towards Dulcinea’s neck as she kept her arm around his shoulders.

“He’s still shivering,” Dulcinea stated, concern etched on her face. Susan sat down with a slight sigh.

“Probably a combination of blood loss and feverish chills,” she said, leaning her cheek on her hand. She watched Billy as he stirred slightly, but didn’t wake.

“It just makes me so angry,” she said after a moment. Dulcinea looked to her as she stroked Billy’s forehead absentmindedly. “Murphy’s men getting away with all of this, making our men out to be the bad guys! And now this. He’s so young…” she trailed off, closing her eyes and rubbing at her forehead.

“I’m trying to be hopeful, Dulcinea,” she continued. “And I don’t want to scare you, but… I’m just so worried he won’t improve.”

“I know,” Dulcinea replied, running her finger down the bridge of his nose. “But he’s a fighter.”

Susan laughed a little and stood up. “That he is. I’m going to start on dinner. You should get up and move around some, dear.”

Dulcinea nodded. “Next time he wakes up. I don’t want to disturb him.”

Susan nodded. She gave Dulcinea a smile and left the room, shutting the door. Billy stirred at the sound of the door shutting, his face moving away from her neck.

“Dulcinea?” he asked, opening his eyes sleepily.

“I’m right here, Billy,” she responded, rubbing his shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

“Fine,” he replied with an exhale. “You been here all day?”

“Yes.”

He turned his head to look at her, moving his eyes up to meet hers.

“You should move around a bit,” he told her, pulling a hand up to meet hers on his shoulder. He grabbed it and gave it a weak squeeze.

“I just don’t want to leave you alone,” she replied, moving her thumb along his knuckles. He gave her a small smile, trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes.

“Don’t think I’ll be goin’ anywhere, darlin’,” he responded, closing his eyes. Dulcinea smiled.

“I love it when you call me that.”

He opened an eye to peer at her. “What? Darlin’?”

“Yes,” she replied, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “You still look half asleep, Billy.”

He mumbled something in response, giving her hand another squeeze again. She gently removed her arm from behind his shoulders and sat up.

“I’ll be back in a little while,” she said, grabbing his hand and placing a light kiss on his knuckles. He smiled, his eyes still closed as she smoothed the blankets back over him. “I’m gonna help Susan with dinner, and then I’ll bring some to you, alright?”

“Mhm,” he replied with a slight nod of his head.

“Just call out if you need us, especially if you’re in more pain.”

He nodded again, and she gracefully stepped off of the bed, walking over to the door. She glanced back at him and frowned. He looked so sick and weak on the bed covered in blankets, with his frequent shivering and his flushed face. She turned away and closed the door, leaving it open just enough to hear if he called. Billy the Kid was a fighter, and she hoped that he had enough in him to fight off his infection.

—————

Billy opened his eyes, hearing someone set something down next to him. Dulcinea sat down next to him, grabbing a bowl of stew off of the nightstand.

“Hi,” she said, giving him a smile. “Hungry?”

Billy nodded. He wasn’t sure that he really was hungry, but if it made her feel better, he’d definitely try to eat. He slowly pulled himself up with a groan, gritting his teeth through the pain. He managed to get into a sitting position and leaned against the headboard, his eyes screwed shut, breathing through the pain. He heard Dulcinea set the bowl down, and then a moment later her hands were on his shoulders, placing a blanket over them.

“Thank you,” he said, opening his eyes and accepting the bowl she offered. As he took a bite of the warm stew, she felt his forehead with her hand and frowned.

“I’m fine,” he told her after he had swallowed the food. She forced a smile.

“How’s the food?” she asked.

“Good,” he lied. He didn’t want to tell her the pain was making him a little nauseous, so while he was sure the food really did taste good, it wasn’t settling well for him. After a few more bites, he set the bowl aside. Dulcinea looked at the amount left, then back to him.

“You don’t want more?”

Billy shook his head. “Not right now.”

Dulcinea nodded, taking the bowl and setting it on the nightstand. She took a glass of water instead and handed it to him. When he had finished and gave it back to her, Charlie and Susan came into the room.

“Did you eat?” Susan asked, coming up to his side.

“Some,” he replied, pulling the blanket around his shoulders closer. “Hope it’s not an insult to your cookin’,” he added with a small smile. Susan smiled and waved her hand slightly.

“Billy, you’re injured and fighting infection. I won’t take offense to you not eating your whole plate.”

“That certainly tells us how sick you are,” Charlie added with a smile. “Usually you have at least two helpings. I’m surprised you don’t lick your plate clean, honestly.”

Billy chuckled in response. “Real funny, Charlie.”

“Do you feel any worse?” Susan inquired. Billy shrugged.

“Not worse, but not better either. Still hurts like-“ he stopped, glancing at Susan and Dulcinea. “Still hurts a lot.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll sleep well tonight,” she told him, putting her hand on his shoulder. “We’ll see if you feel any better in the morning.”

She rubbed his shoulder slightly before turning to walk away.

“I’m staying with him,” Dulcinea said, grabbing the bowl of food to take to the kitchen. “If anything happens, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Dulcinea,” Susan said with a smile. “It’s nice having your help.”

The two women walked out of the room, leaving Charlie alone with Billy. Charlie stood in the room awkwardly for a moment before sitting down. Billy had his eyes closed again, leaning his head against the headboard.

“Is it worse than you’re lettin’ on?” Charlie asked after a moment.

“Hm?”

“You’re not makin’ it seem better than it is? To ease their minds?”

“No,” Billy said with a sigh. “Wouldn’t do me much good to do that, would it? Not if I wanna live, anyway.”

Charlie shrugged. “Just checking. You didn’t tell us you got shot at first, so…”

Billy opened his eyes and looked at Charlie, who clearly looked concerned. “I told you I got a graze. Wasn’t till we started ridin’ away that I realized it wasn’t a graze. Only reason I didn’t say anything was ‘cause there was nothin’ we could do at the moment; figured it’d be better to just get home.”

Charlie was quiet for a moment, then nodded his head. “Yeah. Alright, that makes sense. Sorry I assumed otherwise.”

Billy smiled and closed his eyes again. “‘S’alright, I get it. You’d be lost without me.”

Charlie laughed as he stood up. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t die on us, got it?”

“I ain’t plannin’ on dyin’ yet, Charlie,” Billy mumbled back with a smirk. Charlie shook his head with a smile.

“I think Dulcinea’s right; your fever is making you delirious.”

“Is not.”

“I’m not arguing with you,” Charlie said, heading for the door. “See you in the morning.”

“Say hi to Manuela for me.”

“Who says I’m going home?” Charlie asked, his hand on the door. Billy shrugged.

“Jus’ figured.”

Charlie laughed quietly. “Fine. I’ll mention that to her. Now get better already, alright?”

Billy lifted a hand in response as Charlie left the room. It was quiet for a few moments before Billy heard soft footsteps come in and the door close. He heard a lantern being lit, then felt the mattress dip beside him as Dulcinea settled onto the bed again, getting underneath the covers.

“Hi again,” Billy murmured, opening his eyes halfway to glance at her. Her hair was down as she sat against the bed, holding a book.

“Hi,” she responded, giving him a smile. “Is this okay?”

Billy frowned in confusion. “Is what okay?”

Dulcinea gestured to the bed. “Me staying with you.”

“Oh. Didn’t think of that.” He turned his face so he was facing her. “If it ain’t proper for you to be here, don’t feel like you have-“

“I didn’t think about that, but let’s not worry about it,” she said, cutting him off with a decisive nod. “If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’re in the shape to do anything.”

Billy shifted down so he was lying down on his back, biting back a groan as the movement made the pain flare.

“True,” he conceded, placing his hand over his wound and grimacing. Dulcinea scooted closer to him, putting her hand on his shoulder opposite of her and grabbing her book with the other. He rested his feverish cheek against her side with an exhale and closed his eyes.

“You’d better fight this, Billy,” Dulcinea said quietly after a while. He reached his warm hand up to her hand on his shoulder and held it.

“That’s just what I plan on doin’, darlin’,” he said sleepily.

——————

The next morning brought some definite changes. Dulcinea opened her eyes and was startled at first to see Billy’s sleeping form next to her. The previous day’s events came back to her quickly though, and she reached a hand over to his face, sliding her hand down his cheek. He smiled in his sleep at the contact, and she was surprised to find his cheek didn’t feel hot. She moved her hand up to his forehead, pushing the dark curls back and pressing her hand against it. She smiled; he no longer felt feverishly hot, but the pleasant warmth she was used to. She lightly dragged her finger down the bridge of his nose, then placed a kiss on his forehead. He stirred, his hand finding hers and holding it.

“Mornin’,” he whispered, opening his eyes halfway and smiling. Under different circumstances, she could get used to this; waking up next to him and looking into his beautiful blue eyes that still held sleep in them.

“Good morning,” she replied, giving his hand a squeeze. “It feels like you don’t have a fever anymore. How do you feel?”

He thought for a moment. “Not quite achy anymore. Still cold, but more of a… dull cold rather than chills.” He took a deep breath. “That make sense?”

Dulcinea nodded. “I’d say the fever’s absence is helping. I’ll see if Susan is up and we can check your wound.”

He grabbed her hand as she started to get up. She glanced back down at him.

“What is it?”

He almost looked shy as he looked in her eyes, then moved his line of vision down slightly to her lips. She held back a giggle as she leaned forward and brought her lips to Billy’s, bringing a slight smile from him.

“Better?” she asked, pulling away slightly. He smiled and nodded, bringing a slight giggle from Dulcinea. “I can definitely see someone is feeling better.”

She gave him one more quick kiss before getting out of the bed and walking to the door. Billy watched her go, rubbing at his face. His side still hurt, but he was glad he didn’t feel achy and feverish anymore. Dulcinea came back a moment later with Susan, who was holding a bottle and cloth.

“Good morning, Billy,” she said, coming up beside him. “Dulcinea told me your fever is gone. You don’t feel any worse?”

“No,” Billy replied. Susan touched his forehead, then smiled.

“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” she said, sitting down. “I do still need to put iodine on it though, alright?”

Billy nodded, pulling the blankets back so Susan could access his wound. She moved his shirt up, then peeled the bandages away and studied it.

“It still looks a little bad, but it definitely has improved since yesterday.” She took the top off of the bottle and glanced at Billy. “This… isn’t going to feel good,” she warned him with an apologetic look.

He sucked in a breath as she poured the iodine onto his wound, tensing up and groaning at the sting it caused.

“Sorry,” Susan said, noticing Billy gripping the blankets with one hand, his eyes screwed shut.

“‘S’fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Dulcinea came beside him, rubbing his shoulder to comfort him.

“On the bright side,” Susan said as she rewrapped the wound, “as long as it keeps showing improvement, I won’t have to keep putting iodine on it.”

“That would be great,” he replied, the sting finally going away. “M’I outta the woods yet, nurse?”

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at his nickname with a smile. “I think so, William. You still have to take it easy for a while; you still have the blood loss to deal with.”

As she stood up to leave, Billy stopped her.

“Thank you, Mrs. McSween,” he said, putting his hand on hers. “You’ve done so much for me… I can’t thank you enough.”

She smiled and patted his hand.

“You’ve done so much for Lincoln County, on top of keeping our boys as safe as you can since Tunstall’s murder,” she told him. “It’s the very least my husband and I could do for you. You’re no outlaw to me, Billy.”

Billy smiled in response, touched by her words and motherly way.

“Will you thank your husband for me too?” he asked. She nodded.

“Of course. I’m glad you’re doing better, Billy.” She smiled and headed for the door, nodding to Dulcinea. After she left the room, Dulcinea laid down on the bed, resting her head on Billy’s chest. He placed his arm around her shoulders, tracing circles on her arm with his finger.

“You had me scared for a little bit, Billy,” she told him quietly, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. He moved his hand up to her hair.

“Told ya I wasn’t plannin’ on dyin’,” he replied, stroking the side of her head. She lifted her head, resting on her elbow to look at his face.

“You don’t need to come so close to death trying to prove your point,” she said, poking at his nose. He smirked, his hand moving to her back.

“Don’t plan on doin’ it again, darlin’,” he replied as she brought her face closer to his. She nuzzled his nose, then pressed her lips against his, her free hand cupping his cheek as he deepened the kiss. She pulled away after a moment, smiling at the almost disappointed expression on his face.

“You promise?” she asked, tracing a line down his nose with her finger.

“I can’t promise that, but I promise to try,” he replied, looking into her eyes and rubbing her back. She smiled, laying her head down on his chest again.

“That’s enough for me.”

#Susan is basically the Regulators’ mother figure- especially to Billy- and you can’t change my mind lol!#and I’m totally not saying I have Dulcinea do something in here that I wouldn’t mind doing lol!! You’ll know… she does it a few times #it’s just so unfair that Tom Blyth is so attractive😮‍💨😂#Billy the kid #william h bonney #tom blyth #dulcinea del toboso #billinea #billy x dulcinea #billy the kid fanfiction #william h bonney fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #whump #whump writing #whump fanfiction #tom blyth fanfiction #Michaiah Writes

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nfnoff · 2 years ago

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Request: Tord dancing with his bfs ☺️💖 (Pretty please? 🥺🥹)

I'm in a good mood :3

grab these three

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evilhorse · 1 year ago

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Action! Suspense! Thrills and chills abound

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queerographies · 6 months ago

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[Biografia di X][Catherine Lacey]

Svelando i segreti di X: un viaggio alla scoperta di un’artista geniale e camaleontica Titolo: Biografia di XScritto da: Catherine LaceyTitolo originale: Biography of XTradotto da: Teresa CiuffolettiEdito da: SurAnno: 2024Pagine: 470ISBN: 9788869983962 La trama di Biografia di X di Catherine Lacey Alla morte dell’amatissima moglie – un’artista famosa ed elusiva che si nascondeva sotto lo…

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the diner - part three

billy hargrove x fem!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, stalking, murder, toxic relationship, trauma, hallucinations, flayed!billy, peeping Tom, horror

He survived. Somehow— someway. Billy survived. Took care of what he should have so long ago. But that monster lingers, still alive within him.

You’re an innocent girl who works next door to him and he can’t help himself. Could you help him or is he too sick?

part one - part two

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He’s fucked up royally. Went and got himself caught. Spent two whole weeks expecting the cops to show up to his apartment or his work. It never happened. Half expected his boss to mention it, ask him why he’s peeping through girls’ windows. Nothing. Yet he won’t dare go into the diner.

Doesn’t go to your house for a week. He drives by to see if your car is there but it’s not. Goes to your ex boyfriend's place first, doesn’t see your car and then he goes to your parents house. Confirms you’re there. But Billy doesn’t investigate further. He goes home. Drinks himself into absolute oblivion. Drinks so much he talks to Maxine. But she’s not really there. It helps him though.

“I killed him,” he tells her, voice is so rough from the vomiting. He has to make sure the slugs are all gone. Checks twice a day. Pukes every morning and every night. No slugs.

“He deserved it,” Max tells him. She’s on his countertop. She’s curled into herself, she’s got dark eyes and greasy hair. Her clothes are covered in the slop of the upside down. Her face looks as sunken in as his feels. She fidgets a lot.

“He cried,” Billy offers, voice flat and emotionless as he relives it. “I told him I wished I’d done it sooner. Brought him to the monster. So I wouldn’t have to do the hard part.”

Maxine is curious. Wants details. “How did you do it?”

“Stabbed him. I don’t know how many times— a lot. It was messy,” Billy whispers. Knows the apartment is empty, though he’s staring right at a sickly step sister. A burdened one. A step sister who isn’t really here. He checked in— knew she was alive. In a rundown trailer with a drunken Susan. Blames himself. He knows Susan took a lot of the brunt of Neil but he paid for everything. Even if he hit Susan, he took care of her— kept her clean. He told Billy how he’d found her. How he saved her and her little girl. And Billy hated them. Because he couldn’t be saved. But he hated Max most because Neil didn’t touch her. Susan was in the same boat as he was. She knew how Neil was. First hand. Max only seen it secondhand. Max watched as Neil hurt him. Max heard it when he hit Susan. Crawled into Billy’s lap, sobbed and clung onto him. Billy apologized, told her he wished it was like it was before. Where Neil only had him to hurt. Told Max that her mom didn’t deserve this. That he did. Rubbed her tiny back as she cried into his neck and told him she missed her dad.

“I hope he suffered,” the image of Max tells him. Has this sadistic smile that looks foreign on her young face. She looks supernatural. Like a demon, maybe like the devil on his shoulder as he recounts this devpraved moment of his life.

“I liked it,” he exhales, “I felt so fucking good when the life left his eyes. I laughed. I couldn’t stop laughing.”

Max grins and nods.

“I kept stabbing him. Blood was gushing out everywhere. I was fucking covered in it but I couldn’t stop,” Billy whispers, his own lips curling up like the little demonic step sister on the counter. “He looked so fucking pathetic and weak.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Billy feels warm all over.

“You saved us.”

It’s his imagination. Neil left them as soon as he heard Billy had died. Billy wishes he had died. But he… he didn’t. He remembers the monster penetrating his skin and muscle and organs. He remembers staring into the strange girls eyes as it happened. But then he woke up. In that hellscape. Had to live in it for god knows how long. Worked his way around, killing weird demonic creatures until he saw this… thing in a tree. Like a mirror. And he shoved his hand through it, and there was something on the outside. So he crawled through it. Found himself in the woods of Hawkins. Covered in slime and filth.

He didn’t save Max. Or maybe he did. He’s not sure.

Max keeps smiling this creepy smile. Billy feels safe. He talks to her for hours and hours that night.

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Billy’s elbow deep in an old Ford truck. One of the farmers here. He told the fucker it was time to retire the truck. The transmission is fucked, flooded with fluid. Can’t hold onto gears. But the guy insists it’s a quick fix so Billy sent him off, told him he’d try his best.

And he is. He’s covered in oil and fluids. Hair tied up and sleeves pushed up past his elbows. He’s completely dismantled the engine. And he’s chewing on his lip as he stares down at the parts laid out on the concrete floor of the shop when the bell dings. Alerting him someone’s come in. He’s the only one here so he ventures out to the front. Sees a confused looking you. An uneasy look on your face when you see him and he gets it.

“Hi.”

“My cars not working,” you say. “It won’t start.”

“You try to jump it?” he asks, grabbing a towel on the counter and tries to clean his hands.

You fidget with the strap of your purse as you shrug and admit, “I don’t know anything about cars.”

He heaves a sigh, looks back at the dumb ford and looks to you, “Where’s it at?”

“In the parking lot,” you answer softly. “I-I don’t know what I did.”

“Hey,” he shakes his head, “Shit happens. It’s okay. It’s probably a dead battery. Did you leave the headlights on or something?”

“No!” you reply, shaking your head profusely. “It was fine on the way here, I don’t know what happened.”

Billy grabs his keys, “Let’s try to jump it. Go stand by it.”

You nod and rush out of the shop. He gets in his car, drives the short distance to yours and parks in front of it before popping the hood. He’s fucked kind of. Now you know what car he drives.

He grabs his jumper cables from his trunk and walks back around. “Open the hood,” he instructs you. He likes you following his orders. You obey, watching as he connects the cables and he tells you to go try to start it. Nothing. It clicks and clicks.

“Press down on the gas!” he calls to you and again, nothing.

The two of you keep trying for a while before Billy decides to run into the shop. Grabs the right battery and brings it back out. Replaces yours with the new one but your car still doesn’t start.

“Alright,” he sighs, “it’s probably the alternator. Let’s get it into the shop. Put it in neutral and I’ll push, you just gotta steer.”

It’s kind of a frustrating journey. He has to keep yelling at you to turn the steering wheel as he’s pushing it. He hopes you recognize how strong he has to be in order to push your car. But then he’s screaming at you again to push on the breaks. But eventually, the pair of you get your car into the shop. He tells you to take a seat and he disappears to find the parts he needs.

Then he comes to you with an apologetic face.

“I gotta order something. Might take a week or two to get here,” Billy tells you, braces for you to be angry like most the fuckers that come in.

You just look defeated, “What’s wrong with it?”

“I think it’s just the alternator,” he replies, “it’s really an easy fix. But I don’t have it in stock.”

“A whole week? How am I supposed to get around?” you reply, voice so shy and quiet and sad and it kind of makes his dick twitch. He ignores it.

He shrugs, “I… I mean… we work next door to each other. I could drive you.”

The uncertainty— perhaps fear, is clear on your face. So he clarifies, “I mean if no one else could.”

There’s this weird feeling weighing in. He creeped into your window. You both know it. But when he was caught, he ran and he ignored you completely until now.

“Can you at least drive me to my parents?” you ask.

Billy nods, “‘Course. Let me lock up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to like, stop what you’re doing and right now,” you tell him, eyes all wide and pretty.

He laughs and shakes his head, points to the Ford and tells you, “I wanna burn this fucking thing so really, I need the time away.”

“Worse than my car?” you ask with a smile and he nods.

“This thing is deader than dead. A fix that costs more than the fucking whole truck but this dude insists it’s not that. As you can see, I’ve taken the whole engine apart and uh— as I thought, the fucking transmission is full of metal shards. So yeah, worse than your car,” he explains as he scratches the back of his neck.

“You know a whole lot about cars, huh?”

“I hope so. It’s kind of how I make money,” he says.

You nod. Subtle smile on your face. Like you know something he doesn’t. He wants to. He walks away to lock the place up, walks you out towards his car and lights a smoke before he gets inside. He asks for directions but Billy knows exactly where your parents live.

“Thanks,” you tell him. “I really appreciate the help… I have no idea what I did to make my car break.”

Billy laughs, turns towards you and shrugs, “Sometimes they break, nothing you did to make that happen.”

“I probably did something, my dad tells me I have to let it warm up and I never do,” you say and look ashamed as you say it.

“He’s right, but that’s not what caused this. Your car is like 20 years old, stuff is gonna break,” he insists.

The ride to your parents house is awkward— silent aside from the directions you mumble out. Billy smokes one after another Marlboro, keeps his body aimed forward without a glance your way. But in the small interior of his beat up car, he can smell you. A mostly unpleasant smell from the greasy diner food but faintly he can detect some floral, citrusy thing underneath. Perfume, he thinks or maybe your shampoo. He wants to smell it uninhibited, fresh out of the shower and laid on a bed for him.

Upon arriving at your parents house, you flee with only a short goodbye. A barely there whisper. Not even a thank you, which Billy thinks is fucking rude. And you run into your parents house, closing the door without a look over your shoulder.

It fills Billy with anger, a familiar feeling. The emotion he’s always been quick to. Times like this he really misses his Camaro. Could put his boot to the pedal and zip off, leaving the anger with the burnouts in the pavement. But the Camaro is long gone and he’s driving a fucking Ford Capri and it not kept well. Rusted to shit and he’s had to basically rebuild the engine piece by piece since he got here. His boss is nice, helped him out a lot with stuff but Billy’s not sure how much longer he can stay here. Especially with you going and seeing him peeking into your window. But more than that, he don’t wanna leave without getting something from you.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x fem!reader smut

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evelynismahnameboi · 5 months ago

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A beginning design of Susan for ya

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laurelwen · 23 days ago

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Like Minds Tarot Cards, Part 3 of 3

The Devil - Bondage/entrapment, materialism, fears, bad habits, obsession (especially with power, status, possessions), abuse, violence, addiction.

The Tower - Disaster, destruction, revelations, downfall of ambitions constructed on a faulty premise or false beliefs.

The Star - Faith, purpose, inspiration, a guiding light leading to a new path.

The Moon - Illusions, secrets, fears, insecurities, deception, repressed issues, confusion, delusion, instability, madness.

The Sun - Success, fulfillment, vitality, intensity, confidence, discovering the joy of following one's true purpose or path. Reversed - ego, arrogance, overconfidence.

Judgement - Awakening, reincarnation, renewal, transition, rebirth.

The World - Culmination, completion, wholeness/unity, belonging, understanding yourself, full-circle, closure, end of one cycle of life and the start of the next.

Like Minds Tarot Cards, Part 1 of 3 Like Minds Tarot Cards, Part 2 of 3

[Like Minds Masterpost- Main] [Like Minds Masterpost - Aesthetic]

#here's me trying to post this amidst boopageddon #hurt my own feelings with this set #halloween #like minds #nigel colbie #alex forbes #nigel colbie x alex forbes #tom sturridge #eddie redmayne #murderous intent #like minds 2006 #murder boyfriends #tarot cards #john colbie #sally rowe #susan mueller #<- i'm a monster i know #like minds edit

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worldofheroes · 1 year ago

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Off the Clock

tom cruise x nurse!fem!reader

summary: after Tom’s discharge from the hospital, he gives the cute nurse his phone number, hoping she’ll call.

warnings: 18+, language, age gap (not mentioned), unprotected sex

wc: 1.7k

a/n: based on this request! smut included 😉

You knock on the doorframe to your next patient’s room.

“Good morning, Tom,” you say, entering the room.

“Y/n,” Tom smiles. “I wasn’t sure if I would see you again before I left.”

“I guess today is your lucky day,” you smile, moving the vitals cart to the side of the bed.

You take Tom’s vitals and make notes that you’ll later enter into the computer.

“I’m not used to seeing these kind of stats,” you tease. “Better than mine!”

“Oh, that can’t be true,” Tom says, reaching out and grabbing your hand.

“Tom,” you lightly scold.

Tom brings your hand to his face, where he kisses your hand gently.

“You’ve been amazing,” he says.

“It’s my job,” you retort.

“No, you’re special.”

You feel your face getting hot, and you hope you’re not turning red.

“I need to continue my rounds, Tom,” you whisper.

“Here,” Tom says, dropping your hand and reaching across his bed to grab a piece of paper.

He hands the folded piece of paper to you.

“My number. Give me a call when your shift ends. 3pm, right?”

“Tom,” you whisper.

“Please, y/n.”

“Okay,” you finally agree.

Tom beams.

“I’ll be back later to check on you, okay?”

Tom nods.

Later, as you’re working on charts, the nurse call light turns on.

“Lydia, can you get that for me?” you ask your colleague.

Lydia nods and walks away from the desk. She comes back a minute later.

“What do they need?” you ask, eyes still glued to the computer.

“It’s Tom,” she says. “He wants you.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”

You finish your chart and head to his room.

“Tom, you can’t do this,” you say in a hushed voice.

“I just wanted to see my girl,” Tom says.

“Tom,” you scold, walking to his bed and turning the nurse light off. “I have work to do.”

“I’m going to get discharged soon, I just wanted to see you before I left.”

“You said that earlier this morning when I saw you.”

“I wanted to see you again,” Tom smiles.

You shake your head. “You are ridiculous.”

“You’re going to call me after your shift, right?”

“I’ll think about it,” you tease him.

There’s a knock on the door.

“May I come in?” Susan, the discharge nurse, asks.

“Of course,” you say, smiling. “I hope everything goes well for you, Tom.”

“I think I’ll find out this afternoon,” Tom says, giving you a wink.

You roll your eyes, smiling at Tom’s antics.

You head back to the nurse’s station, and a few minutes later, Tom walks by.

“Thanks again, y/n,” he says, patting the desk as he walks by.

“Bye Tom,” you say to him.

Lydia smiles at you. “He was flirting with you the entire time he was here.”

“I know,” you say, still watching Tom walk down the hallway.

Before Tom steps in the elevator, he gives you another smile.

You reach into your scrub top pocket and pull out the piece of paper Tom handed you. It just has a phone number on it.

The rest of the day, you’re thinking about Tom and can barely focus.

Finally, you clock out and as you walk out of the hospital, you call the number on the piece of paper.

“This is Tom.”

“So you did give me a real number,” you say.

“Y/n.” You can tell Tom is smiling on the other end of the phone.

“This is me, giving you a call after my shift.”

“I’m glad you called. I’d like for you to come over.”

“That’s forward of you.”

“I can’t help myself.”

You sigh. “Text me the address.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, Tom,” you say, then hang up the phone.

Your phone vibrates with a text from Tom. You plug the address into your GPS and head to your car.

When you get to the address, you find a place to park and make your way inside the condo building.

“How can I help you?” a tall, buff man asks you.

“Um, I’m.. I’m looking for Tom Cruise?”

“Are you y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me.”

He leads you to an elevator, and it’s a quiet, awkward ride to Tom’s condo.

“Tom, y/n is here,” the man calls out.

“Thank you, I’ll be right there,” he calls back.

The man leaves you standing awkwardly in the condo.

Tom walks around the corner, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“Y/n,” he says, walking up and giving you a hug.

You accept the hug, and become a little dizzy at the smell of Tom. He smells so good.

“Sorry I’m still in my scrubs, I didn’t bring a change of clothes and my place wasn’t along the way…” you ramble.

“Why don’t you change into something of mine?” Tom suggests.

“I guess I could…”

Tom smiles reassuringly and kisses the top of your head.

“Follow me,” he says, holding a hand out.

You take it and he leads you through the condo to his bedroom.

He shuffles through some clothes and hands you a black v-neck t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

“I hope these will work.”

“They’ll be just fine,” you smile.

You walk into the bathroom and close the door. You slip off your scrubs and pull Tom’s shirt over your head.

It smells like him. You close your eyes, inhaling the comforting scent.

You pull the sweatpants on, and they’re a little big but they’ll work for tonight.

You open the bathroom door and find Tom scrolling through his phone on the bed. He looks over at you.

“Fuck,” he says.

“What?” you ask.

“You look so fucking hot wearing my clothes.”

You laugh awkwardly. “You’re being very forward with your feelings.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought you were so beautiful when I first saw you and I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says, standing up from the bed.

He walks over to you and gently takes your hands.

“Tom,” you whisper.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes. “I want to be with you.”

You study his face and find yourself lost in his green eyes.

“Fuck it,” you say, leaning up and kissing him.

Tom wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You melt into his touch, and a small, appreciative moan slips out of you.

Tom pulls you with him as he walks backwards to the bed before he sits down on the mattress.

You move to straddle his lap, and his hands cup your ass as the two of you continue to kiss.

Tom’s tongue slides across your lips, asking permission. You grant him access, and as your tongues work together, he falls backwards on the bed, letting you be on top.

“Tom,” you moan.

His hips roll up into you. “Y/n,” he says.

“Fuck,” you sigh, rutting against his crotch to get friction.

“Easy,” he chuckles, working at his pants.

You lift off his body and slip your sweatpants off.

Tom moans and rubs himself through the fabric of his boxers.

“Fuck the boxers,” you say lowly, pulling them down, releasing his cock from the restrains of clothing.

“Mm, didn’t know you could be so naughty,” he hums with a pleased smile.

You wrap your hand around his cock and give it a stroke, making his cocky face contort into pleasure; eyes closed, mouth agape.

You stroke him slowly, watching him.

“Oh, y/n,” he moans.

You hum in satisfaction. Your other hand gathers saliva from your mouth, and you start stroking him with that one as the other goes to your folds.

“Let me,” Tom says, pulling your hand away from your center.

His fingers dive between your folds, making you buck in pleasure.

You’re already pretty slick, so Tom easily pushes a finger inside.

“Shit, Tom,” you sigh.

He works a little faster at you. You stop stroking his cock as your mind goes blank when he pushes another finger in, working at your g-spot.

“Don’t stop, baby girl,” he says gruffly.

“Can’t… focus,” you stammer.

Tom pulls his fingers out, bringing you back to reality.

“That didn’t mean stop,” you tell him.

Tom smiles as he pulls your shirt off, then his own. He pushes you backward and gets on top.

“Tom,” you gasp.

Tom kisses you and swipes the head of his cock between your folds.

You moan into his mouth, and he pushes deeper into you.

“Oh my god,” you mutter against his lips.

He bottoms out against you. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you.”

“Oh,” you sigh, arching your back. “Then fuck me.”

“Shit,” he mumbles as he starts to thrust into you.

The quiet room soon fills with the sound of bodies making contact and you and Tom’s moans and curses.

Tom starts to work faster and harder, hitting the right spot every time.

“Right there!” you cry out, unable to contain yourself.

He continues his work, going harder and faster with each thrust.

You feel the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, building and building with each thrust.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come,” you tell him.

“Me too,” he says in a strained voice. “Where can…”

“In me,” you moan. “Please.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, oh, Tom, please, I want your cum filling me,” you moan.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You cry out upon your release, gripping Tom’s arms. Soon after, his hips falter and he releases himself into you, filling you with his warm cum.

After a moment, Tom pulls out of you, and you feel his cum drip out.

“Shit, Tom, I think…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, kissing you.

“I wasn’t expecting this when I came over,” you laugh.

“I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” Tom chuckles. “I guess we know.”

He lays down beside you and pulls you close. You rest your head on his shoulder and drape an arm over his torso.

“Wanna make this a regular thing?” Tom asks.

“Yeah?” you say.

“Yeah. Maybe get serious if we want, but I like your company.”

You laugh. “I think you like my pussy.”

“It’s an added bonus,” Tom laughs.

You prop yourself up on an elbow, studying his face.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, let’s see what happens,” you tell him, giving him a kiss.

“I’d like that,” Tom smiles.

#tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagine #ethan hunt x reader #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise x you #maverick x reader

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fingerprint-insurance · 5 months ago

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in case someone's been waiting for a LM one of these, it's here.

#like minds #like minds 2006 #alex forbes #nigel colbie #sally rowe #martin mckenzie #raj mehta #susan mueller #josh campbell #murderous intent #eddie redmayne #tom sturridge #like minds shitpost #nigel colbie x alex forbes #like minds movie #raj x susan

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arcane-vagabond · 1 year ago

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Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Four

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Language, talk of courting and mating, FBI, mentions of murder. Think that’s it.

Word Count: 3.87k

A/N: Here is Chapter Four! A whole lot of setting up what's to come, I think, but hopefully y'all still like it! If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! As always, reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond where I also post my updates!

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“Are you still feeling alright, honey?” Susan asked you, checking you over. You gave her a small smile as she gave you a once over. Her green scrubs contrasted against her blonde hair, and the wrinkles around her eyes were more pronounced as she frowned at you worriedly. “You’re still taking it easy, right? Remember what Dr. Carson said when he checked you out the other day.”

“I’m fine, Susan. I promise,” you reassured the older nurse. She studied you for a second longer before turning to fix her coffee.

“You know, it’s a real shame about that Morris girl,” she continued. “She was always such a sweet girl. Wasn’t she in your class, Bobby?”

“No, she was a year ahead with Reuben, Nat, and Jake,” he muttered through a mouthful of Cheerios.

“That’s right,” she nodded.

Bob swallowed his mouthful and peered up at his mother. “Are you going to tell us what’s been going on?”

“You know,” she sighed exasperatedly, “I could have sworn I had told you. Or at least I would have if you bothered to answer your phone every once in a while.”

“You could tell me now?” Bob said sarcastically. Susan glared over at him.

“Tone, mister,” she warned before letting out another sigh and leaning against the kitchen counter. “I suppose it’s been a little over two months now since they found the first body. Everyone thought it was just an accident since it looked like a drowning. But then a couple of weeks later another body washed up, and then another one a couple weeks after that. They were all young women about the same age, and they all appeared to have drowned. Maverick was worried that there was a serial killer on the loose, so he called in a favor to Tom. You remember Tom, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Yeah, I remember Mr. Kazansky, Mom,” Bob nodded. “He was only the my baseball coach for most of middle school and high school.”

“Such a sweet man,” Susan nodded with a small smile towards you. “We were all sad to see him leave, but when the FBI offers you a job, what person in their right mind says no?”

“So he and that other guy are here because of this serial killer no one told me about?” Bob asked her, eyebrow raised.

Susan scowled at him, but let out a sigh. “Tom and his partner, Agent Simpson, got here about two weeks ago when the last body was found. I was talking to Tom the other day, actually, and he told me that there were signs of a struggle, which is why they got called in.”

“Should he be telling you that?” Bob frowned. She shrugged, sipping from her coffee mug.

“I think they’re holding a press conference today to discuss everything. He wouldn’t have told me if they weren’t already planning on telling everyone, I’m sure.”

“A serial killer,” you hummed, frowning. “That’s really scary, actually.”

“It is,” she agreed, eyeing you. “Which is why I want you to promise me that you won’t go off on your own at night, alright? You should be fine during the day time, especially with the summer crowds, but I want you to make sure you have somebody with you after the sun goes down.”

“I will, Susan,” you smiled.

Bob peered over at you from over his own coffee mug. “I promised Dad that I’d take the boat out with him today. I don’t suppose you wanted to tag along?”

“No,” you told him, shaking your head. “Nat actually texted me last night and asked me if I wanted to go and hang out at the boardwalk today, and I told her that I did. You’ll be okay without me, yeah?”

“‘Course,” he snorted, moving to take his dishes to the sink. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ditched me for other friends.��

“If you’re talking about that time in sophomore year when I went with Abby and Rachel to the football game after you insisted that you would be a fourth wheel even though we all told you that you wouldn’t be, then this is not the same situation at all.”

“I beg to differ,” he laughed, heading for the back door.

“You can beg all you want, but it’s the truth,” you giggled. “Oh, wait!”

You got up from your own chair, moving to follow him.

“I think I left my bag on the boat last night,” you told him. “I’m going to grab it before I head out.”

The two of you walked down the stone path until you reached the small strip of sand that led out onto the dock.

“You know I’m not ditching you, right?” You asked him, suddenly worried that your best friend really did think you were trying to leave him behind. Bob snorted and looked over at you with a quirk of his brow.

“Of course I don’t,” he said, making a beeline for the boat that bobbed up and down with the waves. “I don’t expect you to tag along with me everywhere. I’m actually really happy that you and the gang are getting along so well.”

“Okay,” you trailed off. “Good. Because I really like hanging out with them.”

Bob chuckled as he stepped onto the boat, turning to face you. “I know. Stay right there and I’ll grab your bag, yeah?”

You nodded, turning to watch the waves as he disappeared towards the back of the boat. You glanced down when a shine of light danced in the corner of your eye. Sitting on the wood of the dock was a collection of more shells and pearls, and you immediately crouched down to take a better look at them. A couple of sand dollars were added into the mix this time and even more pearls of various shapes, sizes, and colors were mixed in with the lot. You picked each one up gently, inspecting them. Your favorite was the beautiful black pearl that rested in the center of the grouping. The oily colors on its surface danced as you inspected it, and you felt your skin prickle in delight.

Your gaze shifted to the breathtaking conch shell that rested near the edge, and you gingerly lifted it up to get a better look at it. It truly was a marvelous sight. One of the best specimens you had ever had the privilege of seeing.

“How much crap do you carry in this thing?”

You whirled around to see Bob grimacing as he made his way towards you with your simple hobo bag.

“I carry just what I need in it,” you replied to him, reaching an arm out to take the bag.

“What are you doing crouched over here?” Bob asked you, brow furrowing as he handed it off to you. He stopped short when he saw the collection of ocean treasures at your feet. He inspected them before moving his eyes up to meet yours.

“Look at these!” You grinned, gesturing down at them. “These are more spectacular than the last bunch! Have you ever seen such amazing specimens? And these pearls!”

“Yeah,” Bob said uneasily, eyes shifting to look out at the water. “They’re pretty great.”

You stood up suddenly, turning to fix him with a small glare.

“What is up with you?” You demanded, hands on your hips. “You love things like this! You’re the one person I know who gets more excited about this shit than I do, and you’re over here looking like someone just told you they were planning on kidnapping me. You did the same thing yesterday!”

Bob’s eyes widened at your outburst before melting into a sheepish expression as he looked away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck before letting out a sigh, looking back at you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he sighed. “The shells are great, really. I guess I just have a lot on my mind with the murders and all that.”

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, replacing the annoyance. Your hands moved to pull him into a hug, one he returned.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, okay?” You told him, squeezing him tight. “I’ll be extra careful to not be by myself at night, so you don’t have to worry about me, yeah?”

Bob didn’t say anything for a moment. He pulled back to look at you, a fond smile on his face as he regarded you.

“I’m always going to worry about you, you know,” he smirked, something serious behind his eyes despite the teasing tone he used. “You’re like the little sister I never had.”

“Bob,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m literally three months older than you.”

He grinned at that.

“Semantics.”

The street was busy as people walked back and forth along the boardwalk, taking in the different rides and stalls as the excitement for summer festival began to grow. Several decorations littered the pathways, all of various sea creatures and more than a few mermaids. You watched the different families, friends, and couples run around to the different events, and you let out a sigh as you checked your phone once again.

Sorry, Skip! Mom needed help with some things at the shop so I’m running late. Give me half an hour!

That had been thirty-five minutes ago, and you hadn’t heard anything. Sighing, you wiped the sweat from your brow, deciding to take a break from the overwhelming heat. You spotted a familiar, little shop and began walking towards it.

The bell above the door rang out as you stepped inside, letting out a breath of relief as the cool air washed over you. The shop hadn’t changed much in the days since you had last been in. There were new novelty items scattered about, but for the most part, Mrs. Cambroni’s shop was still quaint and cheesy.

The old woman appeared from the backroom, giving you a warm smile as she gave you a once over. Her eyes landed on your neck, an eyebrow quirking as she took in the raised skin that still shone in the light.

“My, my, dear,” she hummed, leaning against the counter. “What happened there?”

“Oh this?” You asked, resting your hand over the mark. You suppressed a shiver as a oddly pleasant feeling washed over you. “I had a bit of an accident the other day. I fell of a boat and washed up on shore.”

“Oh, how terrible!”

“Yeah, but I’m okay!” You chirped. “The doctor checked me out and said I was fine, just a little bruised. Said I was really lucky that nothing worse happened.”

“I’m sure you were,” she murmured, eyes still locked on your neck.

“But I guess I must have hit my neck pretty good on some rocks because the bump hasn’t gone away and the algae practically looks like it’s a part of my skin now,” you joked. Mrs. Cambroni blinked at you.

“The…algae?” She asked. You nodded, and she threw her head back in a fit of laughter. You stared at her in confusion until she calmed down, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, dear. I don’t mean to laugh,” she said through bouts of giggles. “What brings you by my little shop?”

“Oh!” You cried, moving closer to the counter. “Nothing really, I was just waiting for a friend, but she’s running late. So, I thought I’d pop back in and say hi after I got dragged out of here the other day.”

Mrs. Cambroni gave another hum, a knowing look on her face. She took a sip from the cup of tea she held in her hands.

“Have you found any interesting seashells along the beach since I last saw you?”

“Actually, yes!” You smiled, digging through your bag to pull out the collection you were beginning to compile. “I found these over the last couple of days. It’s strange though, none of these were on the beach. I found a pile of them on our boat and then another pile on the dock this morning. My friend said it must have been the current-”

Mrs. Cambroni’s eyes widened as she coughed up her tea, nearly choking on it as she fought to regain control over her breathing. You reached out a hand to soothe her, and she gave you a grateful smile.

“The current, you say?” She said, barely hiding her amusement. You nodded self consciously, and the old woman shook her head with a chuckle.

“Seems to me like you’ve caught the eye of a sea person, my dear.”

Now it was your turn for your eyes to widen. “What?”

“I’m surprised no one’s told you yet,” she mused, setting her cup down and examining the shells and pearls. “It’s part of the courting rituals for their kind, after all. Just like that intention bite on your neck.”

Your blood ran cold, recalling how your first reaction to the raised skin was that it looked like a bite mark.

“But it’s not-”

“Oh, but it is, dear child,” she smiled, no hint of malice to it, just understanding. “I’m not sure why no one is telling you the truth. Perhaps it’s because you aren’t a local, and they don’t know if you can be fully trusted yet. Or perhaps it’s because you were chosen in a moment of frenzy. Choice is such an important piece of the courting ritual, after all.”

“Is that why you’re telling me all of this?” You asked her, brow quirked. “Because you think I should have a choice?”

“Precisely. How can you make an informed decision without all of the pieces?”

“Alright, then,” You started, deciding to amuse the woman before you, “what is it you can tell me?”

“What is it you want to know?”

“Tell me more about the courting rituals. What are they? What does it entail?”

“Well,” she smiled, “that certainly is an interesting first question. It’s simple really. It starts with the bite mark on your neck. What you have right now is called an intention bite. This bite is to let other sea people know that you have been marked as the intended mate for someone. As long as that bite remains on your neck, every sea person who lays eyes on it will know that you are spoken for. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, it changes your scent as well.”

“Are you saying that I smell different?”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded. “But not in an unpleasant way, dear. And as long as that’s the only bite mark that remains on your neck, it’ll fade after a few months along with it. The intention mark is only meant to be a placeholder for the permanent mark.”

“And what is that?” You asked her. Mrs. Cambroni turned her serious gaze to your face.

“That would be the mating mark.”

“And what does that one do?” You murmured, voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure why you were entertaining this conversation, to be honest. Maybe it was your longstanding fascination with mermaids that kept you rooted there, listening intently. Or maybe it was because a part of you, one that you were trying your best not to acknowledge in that moment, believed her.

Before Mrs. Cambroni could respond, the bell above the door chimed again, and you both turned to see Nat red faced and out of breath as she looked at you.

“There you are!” She smiled, relaxing as she let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, gathering your seashells and giving Mrs. Cambroni an apologetic smile. “I was getting really hot and I thought I’d stop in here for a few minutes.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Nat said, watching the older woman with a suspicious frown. “I lost track of the time after I texted you.”

You waved to the shop owner as you followed Nat out the door, the sun bathing you in its warm rays. You peered over at your friend, a mischievous smirk on your face as your eyes lowered to her neck.

“Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that huge hickey on your neck, right?”

Nat’s hand flew up to her neck, cheeks flushing as she tried to splutter out an excuse.

“So,” you chirped as your friend continued to recover her speech. “Which of the boys is it?”

“What makes you so sure it was one of them?” She muttered, the red on her cheeks growing more pronounced.

You ignored her. “My money is on Javy.”

“How did you know?” She shrieked, earning a couple of stares from passersby. You laughed at her expression.

“I didn’t until just now.”

Nat let out a long groan, hiding her face in her hands. You rested a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said. “I think the two of you are really cute, and I don’t think the others have figured it out yet. I just see the way you two look at each other when you think no one else is. I wish someone would look at me like that.”

Natasha peeked out from behind her fingers, an oddly thoughtful look on her face as she studied you. Before you could ask, she was straightening up, a smile replacing her embarrassment.

“Do you think you could hold off on saying anything?” She asked you. You nodded, holding out your pinky to her. She wrapped her own around it, and the two of you shook on it.

“Scout’s honor, Nat!”

“Good!” She giggled, peering around the boardwalk. “What do you want to hit first?”

After Nat convinced you to take a ride on the tilt-o-whirl, you were sure you’d never walk straight again. You groaned as you fought to stay upright, nearly crashing into a man as you passed him. Your shoulder bumped his, and you turned around to look at him.

“I am so sorry!” You cried, hands reaching out to steady him, but stopping when you noticed that he was just fine. And staring at you. You gave him a sheepish smile, but the look on his face remained impassive. If the world wasn’t still spinning around you, you might have said that the green in his eyes glowed in the summer light. Natasha laughed beside you, throwing out another apology to the man as she dragged you off.

“Never again, Nat,” you said, suddenly feeling nauseous.

“I’m surprised you managed to make it without hurling!” She cackled, leaning you against the wood railing so you could catch your breath.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” you muttered, leaning over the side.

“Natasha!”

The both of you turned to see the weathered face of the FBI agent and his partner strolling up to you.

“Oh! Hey, Mr. Kazansky!” She called out with a wave. You turned to face them just as they stopped in front of you.

“C’mon now, Nat. It’s Tom, you know that,” the older man chuckled, eyes moving to you. “And who is this?”

“Y/n,” you introduced yourself, reaching out a hand to shake his. “But everyone just calls me Skipper these days.”

“Ah! You must be the young lady Susan was telling me about the other day,” Tom smiled. “It’s good to finally put a face to a name. This is my partner, Agent Beau Simpson.”

“A pleasure,” the other man said as he shook both of your hands.

“So are you two enjoying the festival so far?” Tom asked, smile still on his face. “This small town isn’t too boring for you, is it, Skipper?”

“Not at all!” You assured him, shaking your head. “I think it’s quite a charming little place! And everyone has been so nice since I got here.”

“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled, eyes falling to your neck. “Where’s the lucky boy?”

You gave him a confused look, and Nat cleared her throat, stepping up.

“It’s so embarrassing,” she started, giving Tom a pointed look. “Javy and I have been seeing each other on the sly for a while now, and I didn’t even think he left a mark. I’ll have to tell him to be more careful next time.”

Tom glanced between the two of you, understanding dawning on his face. He gave another smile.

“Young love is such a wonderful thing, don’t you agree Beau?” He asked his partner, who just smiled in agreement. “Don’t keep it a secret for too long, Nat.”

“Of course,” she smiled.

“You two are being careful, aren’t you?” Asked Agent Simpson. Nat’s face could have been mistaken for a tomato from how hard she was blushing. Agent Simpson seemed to have realized what he said and a blush of his own crept onto his face.

“With the murders, I mean,” he explained quickly. Tom let out a chuckle as Nat cleared her throat. “We just got done giving a press conference. No curfew yet, but we’re advising young ladies to not be out at night on their own until we can find whoever is doing this.”

“Oh, of course!” You said, nodding your head in understanding. “We’re being careful! It’s such a shame what happened.”

“You two were there, weren’t you?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, we were,” you trailed off, feeling the nausea return at the memory of the girl’s body as it lay in the sand. You suppressed a shudder. “It was awful.”

“It was,” Beau agreed, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Which is why we don’t want to see anything happen to anyone else.”

“You don’t have to worry about us,” Nat said, a determined smile on her face as she looked at the two older men. Tom chuckled, eyes moving from her to you, still studying the mark on your neck.

“No,” he said finally. “I don’t suppose we will.”

You couldn’t help but think back to your conversation with Mrs. Cambroni.

As long as that bite remains on your neck, every sea person who lays eyes on it will know that you are spoken for.

“Well,” Tom started, eyes looking over your shoulder now, “you two ladies have fun! We won’t keep you any longer.”

He made to move, and Agent Simpson made to follow after him. The dark haired man stopped just after he passed you.

“Oh,” he said, “And don’t hesitate to let us know if you see anything suspicious, yeah?”

“We will!” Nat called after him as she started dragging you in the opposite direction. The whole exchange felt weird to you. Why had Tom asked Nat about who the lucky man was when he was looking at your neck? Why did he keep starting at it at all? What had he meant by not having to worry?

You took a deep breath, deciding that you were overthinking the matter and that Mrs. Cambroni’s stories had just gotten in your head. But even as you had made your mind up to ignore your questions, you couldn’t help but feel a pulse come from the base of your neck as if it were begging you to keep questioning.

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After extermination day

Hazbin hotel x reader with some Alastor x reader

Warnings: :]

Song used

Wake up, say good morning to

The hellish daylight shined through the curtains and onto your sleeping face, effectively waking you up, you stretched out your limbs.

That sleepy person lying next to you

You turned onto your side to see if he was there, sleeping off his injury like he was supposed too.

If there's no one there, then there's no one there

He wasn't.

You let out a sigh as you crawled out of bed and sluggishly made your way to get ready for the day.

But at least the war is over

You could faintly hear Niffty chasing after something in the halls from just outside your room, despite the hotel being rebuilt better then ever it still had the occasional roach come in.

It's us, yes, we're back again

You eventually made your way down the halls, you never thought that you'd miss the way the original hotel looked, it was a little worse off but you grew used to it, maybe you were growing a little too sentimental.

Here to see you through, 'til the days end

"Morning Charlie, Vaggie!" You greeted the couple with a grin as they returned the greeting before passing by you, probably to drag the king of hell out of his room that despite only living in the hotel for barely half a week already had a concerning amount of rubber ducks overflowing in his room.

And if the night comes, and the night will come

"Morning Angel," You passed by Angel who instead of waking up like the others was returning from a late night at the studio, things had changed yes, but not everything had.

"Night' toots." He yawned before throwing open his rooms door, you could hear Fat nuggets squeal at his owner's return.

You continued on down the halls, eventually passing by the tribute painting of Sir Pentious.

"Morning Pentious." You brushed a hand over the frame that held the painting, you all knew that there was a large chance that you wouldn't live to see another day, but you didn't expect Pentious to go out the way that he did.

You missed your dear friend, you could only hope that he was at peace wherever he ended up.

Well, at least the war is over

Husk had his head in his arms, sleeping at the bar, cradling a bottle in his paw.

Cherri bomb was having a mind numbing conversation with the last remaining egg boy, you decided not to interrupt and continued your way to find a certain deer.

Lift your head and look out the window

Rosie stared outside the window of her emporium, watching as cannibal children played in the streets and as the older people chatted like any other day.

Cannibal town had lost many that day, funerals were prepared, people were injured, some injuries would never be fully healed, many mourned for their losses of friends, family, lovers.

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

But yet it still thrived, just like any other extermination day, not everyone survived it.

Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring

Rosie let out a sigh as she saw Susan strolling up to the emporium, wearing an exorcists wings as a new fashionable shawl.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

No one would outright say it but they were surprised that Susan of all cannibals survived and came out without even a scratch.

The war is over and we are beginning

Fear the old lady.

Gridlock on the parkway now

The Vee's carried on business as usual, Vox was especially disappointed that Alastor had, in fact not died, and was instead thriving! He wanted to do unmentionable things to the radio demon.

All totally murder related of course!!

The television man is here to show you how

Katie killjoy and the other guy, what was his name? Tom French? Trench? did an segment on whatever the newest chaos was happening in hell as per usual.

The channel fades to snow, it's off to work you go

Valentino was unfortunately still alive, hopefully he would get taken out soon enough, maybe by Susan, she could use a another shawl.

But at least the war is over

"Are you fuckin' kidding ME?!" The first man screamed as he grabbed and pulled on the horns that were attached to his head, ignored by the majority of sinners that passed by.

Turns out holding mass murders yearly no matter the reason, was still a sin, and the first man, once a winner, was now a sinner.

A filthy, disgusting, no good sinner.

Hell hadn't changed much, or at all since extermination day, there was some anxiousness in the air of what will the next extermination day hold? Will it ever come? Heaven on the other hand.

She's gone, she left before you woke

Lute was still angry and still missing an arm, she wasn't getting that back anytime soon, especially since her prosthetic wasn't done yet.

As you ate last night, neither of you spoke

She would sometimes feel her missing arm although it wasn't there anymore, the pain would be unbearable, but it didn't compare to the pain she felt from the lost of Adam.

Dishes, TV, bed, the darkness filled with dread

She kept his Halo on her nightstand, it was... Comforting to have.

But at least the war is over

Sera was shocked that Charlie's redemption idea was successful, sinners could be redeemed.

Lift your head and look out the window

Many thoughts went through her head, was it a good idea? It was possible yes, Sir Pentious was pure proof of that, but was it a good idea? Surely there were sinners that no matter what they did would never truly be redeemed, like Valentino for example.

But then there were sinners that could be redeemed, like Sir Pentious.

It would take time for her to fully accept that things were changing, that sinners could be redeemed, that allowing Adam to hold the exterminations was a horrible idea, how many sinners that were murdered could've been redeemed? And how many of them couldn't?

But once she did accept it? How would she go about it? She did certainly owed not only Charlie a proper apology but Emily as well, withholding information from someone could be worse then a lie sometimes.

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

Emily was ecstatic that Charlie's redemption hotel was a success! Sinners could be redeemed!

She had so much fun showing Sir Pentious around and getting him situated in his new place of residence, one day Charlie could visit again, and see that her dreams were a success!

Emily couldn't wait for that day to come.

Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring

Sir Pentious didn't know what exactly he was expecting to happen when he selflessly sacrificed himself for the hotel, double hell? Permanent darkness maybe, but not heaven, he didn't expect to have a whole color palette change.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

He missed his friends Family at the hotel, he missed the times they shared, but at least he had some of his egg Bois with him, oddly enough they were now hard boiled but they were there.

It would take him awhile to get used to everything but he was slowly getting comfortable, he even made a friend other then Emily, a spider winner by the name of Molly.

The war is over and we are beginning

She oddly enough reminded him of Angel dust, maybe it was the spider appearances?

We won, or we think we did

"Morning Niff!" "Good mornin- oh! Outta the way!" You passed by Niffty who was still chasing that roach, you chuckled before continuing your way.

When you went away, you were just a kid

Climbing up the stairway to a certain deers new and improved radio station.

And if you lost it all, and you lost it

You opened the door, not bothering to knock, did no one teach you manners?

Alastor went on hosting his radio show, talking about whatever, you didn't really pay attention, only watching him as you leaned on the door way waiting for him to notice you.

Well, we'll still be there when your war is over

It didn't take long for him to do so, with a raised eyebrow he motioned for you to come in as he smoothly switched from talking to putting on music.

Lift your head and look out the window

"My dear! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asked spinning around in his chair.

"You weren't in bed, Al, you're supposed to be resting," you moved towards him softly closing the door behind you.

Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go

"Nonsense my dear, I am perfectly fine, fit as a fiddle if I do say so myself!" You frowned at the radio deers words, you knew damn well he was not fit as a fiddle, he nearly reopened his stitches just the other night.

Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring

He got up from his chair and held out his hand to you for you to take.

"Care to join me for a quick dance, Mon étoile?" He asked, a grin reluctantly spread out across your face as you took his hand.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living

You missed the time before extermination day, you missed Sir Pentious, you missed the old hotel, if you could you would've cherished it more, but it was too late for cheesey sentiments like that, all you could do now was cherish the people in the new hotel now.

And focus on the lovely dance you were having with your still injured partner.

The war is over and we are beginning

Things were changing quickly, for better or for worse you were sticking with this hotel, with Charlie, with everyone in this place through it all.

Here it comes, here comes the first day

You didn't know it yet but after this dance Charlie would come bolting up the stairs excitedly letting the two of you know that a sinner wanted to join the hotel, and that the wall had been taken down and if Alastor could fix it because the duck man was distracted making ducks.

Here it comes, here comes the first day

Afterwards you and Alastor would go greet the sinner, a song would take place and beef would be beefed between the deer man and the duck man.

It starts up in our bedroom after the war

You wouldn't change any of it for the world.

It starts up in our bedroom after the war, after the war

Good evening folks! Guess who finally posted angst ON ANGST WEDNESDAY FOR ONCE HAHAHAHAAH SUCK IT PROCRASTINATION,

This is more bittersweet than angst though but we don't talk about that, I wrote this in like two hours, like I hyper focused on this, I'm gonna schedule the fic IT BETTER POST THIS TIME OR IM BITING TUMBLR, As always thank you for tuning in and Goodnight folks!

pssssst! You should join our discord! You get to witness my 5 AM writing screams with snippets

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