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ddixons-angel · 4 years ago

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Fated: Season 5

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: And we’re on to Season 5!!! Who’s excited??? 😁 I am more than halfway done with rewriting this season so I don’t think I’ll need to take any breaks to finish this one ^^ I know last week’s chapter ended with a cliffhanger (as it did in the show) so I won’t keep you guys from it any longer, off we go!

Chapter 1

Terminus was a complete bust. The place was a self proclaimed sanctuary but it was no sanctuary at all. It was hell for anyone who fell into their trap. The people there, no, the monsters there put on a facade to lure desperate people in only to capture them and eventually butcher them for food. Gloria and her family had to learn that the hard way as they waited for their chance to escape the dark train car they were all forced to stay in. The only thing good about the place was the fact that they all found each other there.

They’d been left in that train car for at least a day, but that was enough time to prepare for their attack. They’d practically taken apart the inside of the train car, taking any loose metal scraps and breaking off pieces of wood that they could sharpen into weapons. Sasha had even broken her belt buckle to create her own form of brass knuckles. Now, all they needed was to wait for their captors to come and open the door. Soon enough, they all heard men talking amongst themselves, their voices seemingly coming closer to the train car.

“A’right, got four of ‘em pricks comin’ our way.” Daryl says as he peeks through the crack of the door.

Everyone gets into position, preparing themselves for the attack as Rick makes his way towards the door, “you all know what to do. Go for their eyes first, then their throats.”

They all gather around the door, waiting for it to open. The men from the outside shout at them, ordering them to line up on either end of the train car; as if they thought they were stupid enough to listen to them. Unfortunately, their plan to ambush the Terminus men didn’t go as planned as a hatch from the top of the car opened instead of the door. They all look up as light pours inside then an object is thrown into the car; a smoke bomb.

“Move!” Abraham shouts as everyone takes cover.

The bomb explodes, filling the entire train car with smoke and the door to the car opens. Shit! That was their chance but they couldn’t see anything, at least not until the smoke cleared. By the time it did, the door had already slammed shut. Gloria waves her hand around to fan away the rest of the smoke from her face as she looks around.

“No...” she says, panic rising in her chest.

Daryl, Glenn, Rick, and Bob were gone. She looks over to Sasha and Maggie who both have the same expression of panic at the realization. Gloria lets out a breath and her expression softens when she sees Carl and Michonne looking at her. Rick is their leader, Daryl and Glenn are their best fighters, and if anything happened, Bob could help them with his medical knowledge. Gareth and his men took their strongest people, and that was a mistake on their part. Knowing their capabilities and how well they worked together, it was no doubt that they would get out of whatever situation they were put in and come back to get the rest of them out. All they needed to do now was wait for them.

After what seemed like an hour of waiting, their signal finally came. A sudden explosion from outside rumbles the train car.

“What was that?” Rosita asks.

“Our help,” Gloria says with a smile.

“What are you doing?” Michonne asks Eugene who was hunched by the door of the car.

“I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door.” he says, not looking up at her as he continues to try and break open the door with the smoke bomb that was thrown in, “from the sound of things, there may not be anybody left to open it.”

“Hey,” Carl says, walking towards him with Maggie behind him, “my dad’s gonna be back.”

“They all are,” Maggie says, “and we need to get ready to fight our way out with them when they do.”

Gloria nods at her with a tight smile, “it’s just a waiting game now.”

With that, the others continue sharpening their makeshift weapons. Gloria takes off Daryl’s shirt that she was wearing and proceeds to tear off the sleeves to wrap around her hands; she knew Daryl wouldn’t mind, plus she likes his shirts sleeveless. She puts it on again once her hands are covered then goes to pry off a sharp piece of wood from the inside of the train car. Not long after, they all hear footsteps approaching the car and soon the door opens. Carl is the first one who runs to the door as he has faith that it’s his father coming to save them.

“Come on! Fight to the fence!” Rick shouts at them before turning around to shoot at the walkers that had infiltrated Terminus.

Gloria ushers everyone outside and makes sure that no one is left behind before jumping out herself. She jabs at the walkers closest to her before she feels a warm hand grab her wrist to pull her away from the walkers. Gloria quickly turns and sees Daryl as he pulls her away, leading her towards the others.

“C’mon, let’s go!” he shouts above all the noise.

She nods at him then runs with him towards the fence, killing the walkers that got too close. Finally, they reach the fence and climb over to the other side, narrowly escaping the nightmare that was Terminus. Daryl and Rick lead the group around the perimeter of the place, apparently they had buried a bag of weapons so that whoever ran the place couldn’t take it from them. Smart. Rick wanted to use the guns to take down the rest of Terminus, however, the majority ruled as the others believed that Terminus and all of their people were as good as dead.

Gloria stands beside Daryl as she watches Rick retrieve the bag of weapons when she feels a tug at her arm and she turns to look at Daryl. It was only then when she saw the cuts and scrapes on his face, she couldn’t see much in the dark train car and they were in a hurry to get out that she didn’t have time to carefully inspect him.

Daryl seems to notice her change in expression as he is quick to reassure her, “‘M okay. Jus’ a few scratches.”

She furrows her brows and steps to him, carefully raising her hand to brush away his hair that was covering his eyes. Gloria gently trails the side of his face with her fingertips, making Daryl lean slightly into her touch. She moves her hand to brush her thumb on the cut on his lip, her skin just ghosting over his.

“Does it hurt?” she asks.

“Nah,” he says.

Gloria smiles softly at him and she’s about to lean into him when a figure behind Daryl catches her eyes. She looks at the figure and lets out a gasp as she recognizes Carol, there was dirt smeared on her face but she knew it was her. A tearful smile pulls at Gloria’s lips and Daryl sees the change in her expression, then he turns to follow her line of sight. He freezes for a split second when he sees Carol and in the next, he’s dashing over to her and enveloping her in a hug. Gloria lets out a light chuckle as she walks towards the pair of best friends, happy that they’re finally reunited.

“Carol...” Gloria whispers as the older woman pulls away from Daryl and looks in her direction, Gloria makes her way to her and hugs her tight, “I’m so glad you’re okay...’

She smiles tearfully and pulls away from the hug, caressing Gloria’s cheek with her hand, “me too... here, I believe these are yours.”

Carol lifts her hands to give Daryl back his crossbow and Gloria her daggers, “I found them in their storage room and thought they looked familiar.”

Daryl and Gloria look at her in awe and chuckle at her words. Apparently, Carol was the one who shot at Terminus, blowing up the place and giving them all a chance to escape. She brought the group to an old cabin where Rick and Carl were reunited with Judith, and Tyreese with Sasha. After a tearful but happy reunion, they all decided that it was best to get away from Terminus and so they all began their way into the woods. That night, they decided to camp out in the forest, setting up alerting traps so that they had a safe place to rest for the night.

“What are you doing?” Glenn asks Gloria who’s sat on the ground using one of her knives to dig out something.

“You remember that thing I had with squirrels?” Gloria asks back as she keeps digging.

“You mean that time you were obsessed with squirrels and watched them from the window every chance you got?” Glenn recalls with a chuckle.

“She did wha’?” Daryl asks as he comes back to their temporary camp with two jugs of water.

“Way to make it look like I was weird,” Gloria eyes Glenn as she continues to dig, “I was watching them at first because they were cute but then I saw how smart but dumb they are. 74% of squirrels forget where they bury their food.”

“You say that as if it’s not a weird thing to know,” Glenn chuckles.

“It’s a fun fact,” Gloria says with a cheeky grin.

Daryl sits beside Gloria after putting the water down near the campfire Abraham was building, “what ya doin’ ‘ere then?”

“Seeing if I can find any nuts or acorns,” Gloria answers, then stops digging to point at the patch of dirt, “if you see a random patch of dirt in the middle of a patch of grass, the chances are a squirrel buried something here.”

“Yeah, definitely not a weird thing to know,” Glenn teases as he walks towards the camp.

“Won’t see you laughing when you don’t have any acorns!” Gloria mutters as she digs.

Daryl chuckles at her as he shakes his head, “ya learned tha’ from jus’ watchin’ squirrels?”

“Yeah, I could only watch them from my window because my dad didn’t want me to get to close in case they decided to attack me,” she chuckles at the memory, “so when they left my yard I’d go out to see where they dug and I found a pattern each time.”

“Ya watch ‘em and take their food... but ya can’t hunt ‘em,” Daryl smirks as he leans back on his arms.

“I make do with my own resources, thank you Mr. Dixon,” she rolls her eyes playfully then finally pulls out the acorn from the dirt, “I got one!”

“Jus’ one?” he says, smiling lovingly as he watches her look into the small hole she dug.

“Yeah, just one... sometimes they bury two or three if you’re lucky,” Gloria says then turns to face him, “you want it?”

“Nah, ya can keep it,” he says as he tugs her arm gently so he can wrap his arms around her, “‘sides, ya only got one, don’ wanna just take yer hard find from ya.”

Gloria scoffs as she puts her finding in her pocket, then she snuggles into his side, her arm wrapped around his torso, “I’ll let you know, I dug up a hundred acorns in a day before.”

“A hundred squirrels didn’ eat that day ‘cause o’ ya,” Daryl snorts a laugh, his joke earning a defeated chuckle from Gloria.

“God, I missed you,” she sighs as she rests her head on his shoulder, smiling softly when he kisses the top of her head.

“I missed ya too... oh,” he says then gently pushes her off of him and reaches into his pocket, “a’most forgot, here.”

Gloria lets out a quiet gasp when she sees the necklace she lost dangling in Daryl’s hand, “I never thought I’d ever see this again.”

Daryl smiles and gestures for her to turn around so he can help her put it back on, “how’d ya lose it, anyway?”

“Got taken by a group of guys when I ran into Nina, they took our stuff,” she shrugs then looks back at Daryl when she feels him stiffen up at her words, “they didn’t do anything to me, I promise.”

He just nods, pursing his lips and Gloria sighs, knowing that he didn’t fully believe her, “Daryl, they didn’t touch me or anything. Nina... wasn’t very lucky in that sense... they took her first, gave me time to figure out how to get out of there... but I could hear her screaming... sometimes I can still hear her.”

“‘M sorry,” he says, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

“It’s fine,” she says then moves to put her head on his chest, as an automatic reaction, Daryl wraps his arms around her shoulder.

“They kill Nina?” he asks quietly.

“No, I did.” Gloria tells him, earning an acknowledging hum from him as if he expected it already, “how’d you get my necklace?”

“Got caught up wit’ a couple o’ pricks, Rick killed ‘em, foun’ this hangin’ out o’ one o’ their pockets an’ thought it looked like yers ‘r Glenn’s. Noticed ya didn’ have yers.” Daryl explains.

“What happened to you after the prison? Where’d you go?” she asks after a moment of silence.

“I ran with Beth, she told me ya were already on that bus an’ I wanted to chase after ya... but there were too many walkers on the road, couldn’ risk makin’ it to ya without gettin’ chewed up,” he tells her.

“You couldn’t risk Beth,” she says, reading his mind, “what happened to her?”

“She got taken by some assholes in a car... house we were stayin’ in got swarmed, told her to run... tha’s when they took her... tried to track it but they were too far gone...” he says, his voice trembling in guilt.

“It’s not your fault,” Gloria pushes herself up to look at him, knowing he wouldn’t listen to her, “we’ll find her, it’ll be okay.”

“‘M sorry,” he says as he looks her in the eyes.

She frowns at this, “for what? Daryl, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I almos’ gave up on tryin’ to find ya... when the prison went down, I didn’ know if I’d ever see ya again...” he admits, “Beth... she was the one who told me not to give up.”

The guilt in Daryl’s eyes told Gloria that he expected her to get mad at him for even having the thought of giving up on finding her. He expected her to get upset and leave him alone, deprive him of any affection no matter how much he craved.

“Then I’ll just have to thank her for snapping some sense into you when we find her,” Gloria says with a hint of a smile.

Her smile was enough to tell him that she wasn’t angry or upset, it was more than enough to chase away his inner demons and light up his heart. Daryl wasn’t able to stop himself from pressing his lips to hers in a deep, tender kiss. He caresses her face with his hand and she giggles softly when he gently pushes her to lie on her back.

Gloria pulls away from the kiss slightly, their lips barely a millimeter apart, “the others are around.”

“They ain’t watchin’ us,” he says, pecking her lips, “‘sides, camp’s far enough from us that they can’t see shit, ya jus’ gotta keep quiet.”

Before she can respond, Daryl captures her lips with his once again. Gloria lets out a soft breathy moan as his lips trail her jaw in light feathery kisses but just as soon as it started, Daryl quickly pulls away from her and looks behind him, seeming to be on high alert. Furrowing her brow in concern, she props herself up on her elbow and follows Daryl’s line of sight.

“Do you see something?” Gloria asks, trusting his hunter instincts.

“Nah,” he says, getting up to inspect the area, “more ‘bout what I felt.”

“Let’s just keep watch then,” she suggests.

Daryl sighs as he turns around, not finding anything, he makes his way back to her, “nah, ya should sleep, I’ll keep watch.”

“Fine, I’ll sleep,” she says and waits until he’s sitting back down beside her, “but only if you let me cuddle you.”

He chuckles at her words and pulls her into his embrace, holding her close as she lays on his chest. Soon enough, Gloria’s drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man she loves.

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And that was the first chapter of Season 5!!! How’d you all like it? They’re all back together, yay~~ I felt the need for some cute fluff here because of everything they went through, and there will be more fluff to come, I promise! and of course there’s gonna be a bunch of angst too hehehehe Please let me know what you thought of this~! It means a lot!

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Nine

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut, and a whole mess of fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“C’mere.” You say to him. You sit up slightly. “I want you to like hover over me while I suck on you.”

“Are you sure you want my balls in your face like that?” He chuckles.

“Won’t bother me.”

Harry comes closer to you, and grips the top of your headboard. You grip him in your hand at first, and then put your mouth right on him. He sucks in a breath when he feels your hot, wet mouth around him. Sometimes you think back to when you were younger. You absolutely hated sucking dick. Some guys just had bad hygiene. But you loved doing it for Harry. He really made you see how hot it was to pleasure someone else orally. He also kept things trim and clean, which you very much appreciated.

He rocks against your face, going deeper down your throat. You groan against him, and he grips your headboard tighter. His eyes are screwed shut, trying to picture his dick inside of you where he really wants it. It’s not that he didn’t love it when you blew him, he just wanted to feel how tight you were.

It doesn’t take him long to come down your throat. You swallow up every bit of it, and he climbs off of you. You get up to rinse your mouth out.

“Holy shit!” You scream, and he rushes into in the bathroom to make sure you’re alright. He finds you inspecting the back of your body in the mirror. Your front wasn’t nearly as fucked up. “Jesus, Harry.” You say rubbing a spot on your shoulder. “I look like a leopard.” You start laughing.

“You said I could…”

“I’m not complaining.” You assure him.

“Looks good on you anyways.” He gives you kiss on the cheek and pats your bum. He leaves you to do your thing in the bathroom.

You wash your face and brush your teeth. When you come out of the bathroom you pick up his t-shirt and throw it on over you. He’s sitting up in bed reading.

“Harry, you look so cute in your glasses, have I ever told you that?” He looks at you and smiles.

“Maybe once or twice.” He teases. He finishes the last page of his book and sighs.

“What?” You ask getting into the bed.

“Nothin’, just sad. This was the last book in this series.”

“Did it have a happy ending?”

“As happy as it could be, yeah. It’s my second time readin’ it, still gets to me.” He takes his glasses of and wipes a tear away.

“I wish I liked reading as much as you do. I much prefer television.”

“I just like getting’ lost in the pages. I mean, I read garbage novels, but they’re just so addicting. Has a television show ever moved you to tears?”

“Oh, tons of times. I think TV has made me cry more than film.”

“Really? What shows have made you cry?” He pulls you into his chest and turns the light off. God, you loved pillow talk before bed.

“Okay, don’t laugh, but when I was in high school, and college too, I was really into Glee.”

“That show about the nerds in the acapella club?”

“Yeah.”

“That show made you cry?”

“I think just about every episode in the third season made me cry, and I sobbed during the season finale. To be fair, I was like sixteen.” You giggle. “There were a couple of scripted series on MTV too that made me super emotional.”

“Like what?”

“There was a show called Awkward that just really fired me up. And there was Teen Wolf.”

“Teen Wolf? Isn’t that a movie with Michael J. Fox?”

“Yeah! But then MTV made a show based off the movie, much darker though. It was really good. Well, it got worse as the seasons went on, but I watched through to the end. Same with Awkward.”

“Do you watch anythin’ now that tugs at your heart strings?”

“Um…I really like that show Roswell: New Mexico. I didn’t think I would like it so much, but it got to me. The first season is on Netflix, maybe we could watch it sometime.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

“I used to like live blog and write reviews for the shows I’d watch. I still do sometimes.”

“Where do you blog?”

“On Tumblr mostly.”

“That’s cool that you do that.”

“It’s funny because I hate reading reviews of things. I like to try things out for myself. Oh! Do you watch Stranger Things? That’s a good one. Niall and I always binge watch it together when a new season comes out.”

“That’s right!” He starts laughing. “I remember he like blew me off during the day on the 4th this summer to go meet up with you.”

“That was an incredible binge, if I do say so. Speaking of him, he wants to have a movie night Friday so we can all celebrate our good news. I was thinking of having everyone over here. What do you think?”

“Works for me.” He smiles at you.

Your period was a killer this week. There were several times during the week you found yourself on the floor in your office. You had run out of your stash of ibuprofen, and hadn’t had time to get more. You were forced to just suffer in silence. The pain would pass eventually, and then you could get on with it.

Harry was good about not getting on your nerves too much. He was slowly learning what you needed while your hormones were at their peak. Every morning you’d examine your body, almost becoming sad at seeing the marks slowly fade away as they healed. You were incredibly horny, but there wasn’t anything you could do. You’d had sex on your period before, but you certainly weren’t going to let him use his fingers or mouth on you right now. You had contemplated maybe in the shower, but you were afraid of residue. You didn’t tell him this, but you got yourself off a couple times in the shower on your own. You had to, the ache between your legs was just too unbearable.

Your body was trying to tell you something for sure, but your mind tried its best to keep you at bay.

You were delighted when your period ended Friday morning, but your stomach felt like shit. The first week of a birth control pack was your least favorite thing, even more so than your period. Your dosage wasn’t even that high, but it still would make you feel like you were going to vomit.

“Anythin’ ya need me t’pick up for tonight? I can do a run to the market before ya get home from work.” Harry says to you sitting up in bed, watching you pick your outfit for the day.

“Think I have everything we need. I have chips and dip, we’ll probably order pizza or something.” You decide on a pair of dark jeans and blouse/blazer combination. You throw your hair up in a high pony, and take a few strands out to frame your face.

“Know what we’re watchin’ yet?”

“Nope.”

“Who’s comin?” You sigh and look at him.

“Harry, I love you, but you’ve reached my capacity for questions this morning, okay?” He blinks at you.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, I just feel gross and I’m hormonal. Not a great excuse.”

“One more question.” You nod. “Is Aunt Flow still in town?”

“No she left early this morning, thank god. This was a rougher month.” You sit on the edge of the bed. He places a hand on your thigh.

“Sometimes I wish I could just take all your aches away.” You smile at him.

“You do, in more ways than you know.” You stand up and give him a light kiss. “See you tonight.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

You felt better as the work day went on. You were excited to have a little double date with Niall and Sarah. Harry got out of work around 4PM, so he went straight to your apartment. He knew you’d want to have the place ready to go so you could relax when you got home. He fluffed up the pillows on your couch, and folded up the couple of blankets you kept on the back of it. He made sure all of the beer for him and Niall was in the fridge, and he picked up your favorite wine.

You keyed into your apartment around 5:30, and kicked off your shoes. Your nose was pink from the cold air outside. Harry had his legs slung over one of the large chairs you had near the couch. He had his laptop, and was working away. He looked up at you and gave you a smile.

“Hi, love.” He says.

“Hi honey.” You yawn.

“I tidied a bit for ya.” You kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you. M’just gonna go change quick.”

You change into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, and come back out to Harry. He puts his laptop on the coffee table, and gestures for you to come sit with him. You sit in his lap, and rest your head on his shoulder. He rocks you back and forth slowly, and you let out a calming sigh.

“How’s my baby girl today, hm?”

“Tired.” He rubs your back. “But I’m happy to have friends over tonight.” You nuzzle into his neck.

“I bought that wine you really like.”

“Mm.” Is all you muster out as you start to doze off in his arms. He chuckles, but lets you drift.

Your eyes snap open when you hear Niall and Sarah walk into your place. You practically jump off of Harry.

“Sorry, did we disturb you two?” Sarah giggles. “We brought a veggie platter.” She hands it to Harry.

“No, I fell asleep. I was exhausted.” You stretch, and hug your friend.

“Alright, what are we watchin? TV, movie?” Niall says.

“Oh! You know what was on the other night that I’d love to watch all the way through?” You say.

“What?”

“The Forty-Year-Old Virgin. I refrained from watching it because it was halfway through. It’s on Netflix, do we feel like a comedy?”

“Works for me.” Niall says.

“I love that movie!” Sarah says.

Harry and Niall grab their beer, and you and Sarah fill your glasses with wine. You and Sarah sit in the middle of the couch, and your boyfriends sit on either side of you. Your apartment was filled with giggles right off the bat.

“God, we love a young Paul Rudd.” Sarah says.

“We love a Paul Rudd at any age.” You clink your glass with hers. Harry pinches your arm, and you giggle. “What?”

“I’m sittin’ right here. You’re attracted to him?”

“You’re not?! He’s beautiful!” You and Sarah start laughing.

“Isn’t he like fifty?” Niall chimes in.

“So?” You and Sarah say at the same time.

“He’s a hall pass for sure.” Sarah says, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek.

“Agreed. What I would give for a night with Paul Rudd.” You look up at Harry and burst out laughing.

“Jesus, mate, here I was thinkin’ she liked the tall, tan guys, but clearly I was wrong.”

“Now you’ve learned your place.” Niall says laughing. You kiss Harry on the cheek.

You and Sarah laugh so hard you both cry when Jonah Hill makes his small cameo. The guys end up laughing pretty hard at several moments too. You get up to grab the veggie platter out of the fridge and set it up on the coffee table for everyone.

“Thanks for bringing this by the way.”

“Oh no problem, figured it would be better than pizza. Are you excited for Hanukkah to start tomorrow?”

“Yes! I look forward to the gift card my uncle gives me every year.” You giggle.

“Is Harry going with you?” Sarah asks.

“Yup.” You two share a look and start laughing.

“Alright, why does this keep happening? Has everyone been to this party but me?”

“Pretty much, lad.”

“What’s the big deal? Is there somethin’ I should know?”

“Y/N’s great uncle is just a really funny guy. I would just watch out when he greets you.”

“Sarah!”

“You’re not even going to warn him?”

“Warn me of what?”

“If she didn’t warn me, she doesn’t get to warn him.” Niall says.

“Harry…just…” Sarah giggles. “He’s just an older Jewish guy with different ways of saying hello. That’s all.”

“What’s he gonna do? Hug me? M’fine with that.”

“Sure, he’s going to hug you.” Sarah shrugs. “It’s a really great way to know you’re part of the family.”

Sarah and Niall leave around 11PM. You and Harry clean up the living room, and head to the bedroom.

“What time should we leave tomorrow?”

“Party starts at six, so we should probably leave here at like quarter of five, might be traffic.”

“Oh great, so we can sleep in a little?”

“Yup.” You kiss him and turn over. He wraps himself around you, being the bigger spoon.

“That was fun tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m glad we were able to do it. Gotta make more time for them.”

“Definitely….so, Paul Rudd could have you huh?” You turn over to face your stupid boyfriend.

“You’re not serious?”

“Nice to know how you really feel.” He fake pouts.

“I’m sure you have your own celebrity crushes.”

“I suppose. None I would leave you for to go fuck though. Wouldn’t be worth it.” You bite your bottom lip to keep from smiling. “You would really ask me for a hall pass for Paul Rudd? Of all people?”

“Hypothetically speaking, if he wasn’t married with kids, I would consider it. More than anything I think I’d like to just have dinner with him, pick his brain.”

“So you want to go out on a date with him?”

“Sure!” You giggle.

“Who else do you swoon over?” He gives you a crooked smile.

“That’s a very personal question.” You tease.

“Why?”

“Because you’re essentially asking me about who I’ve fantasized about.”

“Jesus, if you tell me you’ve touched yourself thinking about Paul R-“

“I haven’t! Not with him.”

“Who then?” Your cheeks flush. “C’mon, I wanna know who my competition is.”

“Harry, it’s embarrassing.” You shove your face into his chest.

“Please, I’m so curious.” He begs.

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“Promise I won’t.” You lift your head and look at him.

“I would bone Andy Samberg if I had the chance, again, if he wasn’t married with a child. I will not be a homewrecker.”

“What is with you and older Jewish dudes?”

“Don’t know. It’s not because they’re Jewish. I just find him really attractive, plus he’s funny. You’re funny.”

“Right, the key to a girl’s heart is humor.” He rolls his eyes.

“Harry, if you didn’t make me laugh on our first date, I wouldn’t have seen you again, attraction or not.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Sense of humor is very important to me. You’re so quick when you joke around, you could be a comedian yourself.” He lifts your chin up to kiss you.

“So, you were pretty hot f’me when we first met, huh?”

“So hot.” You roll your eyes. “I had never seen a man quite so handsome. What about me? What did you think of me when we first met?”

“I wanted to hit Niall for not doing you justice. I mean the lad told me you were beautiful, but shit, when I saw you, I nearly got the wind knocked out of me.”

“Oh stop.” You swat your arm at his chest.

“M’serious. And you were so cute at the end of the night, when you simply kissed me on the cheek. It was so innocent and sweet. Not somethin’ I had really experienced before.”

“How do your first dates typically go?” You giggle. Harry scrunches his face.

“Do ya really wanna know the answer t’that?”

“Are you seriously going to tell me that you usually bone on the first date?”

“That’s usually the only date I want, so yeah.” He says a little too honestly.

“What about the girl you dated for like seven months, or whatever?”

“Uhh, we got frisky…didn’t do it til the second date I think. I don’t know, I was such an asshole, I basically just thought of her as the girl I was consistently hookin’ up with.”

“Were you sleeping with other people?”

“Nah, just her.”

“And she thought you were dating, but you didn’t think you were?”

“I just thought of her as the girl I was seein’.” You often wondered what made you so goddamn special. You and Harry had talked about it before, but it still baffled you. “I know what you’re thinkin’. You know what I really liked about you, like, right off the bat?”

“What?”

“You were just so open and lovely. You were genuinely interested in what I had to say. I thought it was sweet that you complimented m’nails, like not in a judgey way. I couldn’t wait to see you again, honestly. I’d never felt that way before.”

“So you didn’t want to just fuck me then?”

“I wouldn’t have turned the opportunity down. I mean, you looked so fuckin’ sexy in that little black dress you wore.”

“I’ve never seen a man wear a pair of pants the way that you do.”

“What?” He laughs.

“You have a bubble butt babe, and it’s incredible. Love sinking my nails into those cheeks.”

“Are you still drunk?”

“Maybe just a bit buzzed, but I mean what I say.” You prop yourself up to really look at him. “You have a chonk, my dude.” Harry burst out laughing.

“Who talks like that?” He says with a big smile.

“Me and my friends. You’re not the only with a dirty mouth.” You wink. “You know what, I think that’s why I like Paul Rudd and Andy Samberg so much. They both have pretty big butts.”

You both giggle about a bunch of different things until you fall asleep.

The next morning you both happily slept in. You got up before Harry. You decided to do a light workout in your living room since you didn’t go to the gym much last week. You put on a pair of spandex shorts and sports bra, and tip toed out. You were just finishing your cool down when Harry walked into the living room, blanket wrapped around him. You guzzled down some water. Your body was drenched in sweat.

“Morning baby. Thought I’d get a quick workout in, we’re going to be eating a lot of food tonight.” He squints at you.

“You…you weren’t in the bed when I woke up.” He rubs his eyes, his voice was still thick with sleep.

“I was just out here, did you think I went somewhere?” You turn the TV off, and walk towards him.

“I don’t know what I thought. I just reached for you and you weren’t there.” He pouts. “I like when we snuggle in the mornin’. You’ve deprived me.” You giggle at him.

“Is baby a little cranky this morning?” You pinch of his cheeks and walk by him.

“Where you goin’ now?” He whines.

“Harry, I’m caked with sweat, I need to shower. You can join me if you want.”

“Not awake enough to shower.”

“That makes no sense. Showers wake people up all the time.”

“Too much work.” He curls up on the couch, and closes his eyes.

You take your shower, alone. You take full advantage of having the privacy to shave every last inch of yourself. You blow dry your hair, and throw your robe on, not really feeling like putting clothes on yet. Harry was still wrapped in your blanket, but he was sitting up and had a mug in his hands. He was watching something mindless on television. You sit down next to him and smile. You throw your legs over his lap.

“Feel how smooth my legs are, I just shaved them.” He gives you a funny look and giggles, rubbing his hand up and down one of your legs.

“Mm, so soft.”

“You’re a sleep boy today.”

“Yeah, I am. Not really sure why, I’ll perk up once the coffee’s in me.”

“Want me make something for breakfast? I have oatmeal and grapes.”

“If you don’t mind, that’d be great.”

You turn on the electric kettle Harry had sneakily bought you. He said it was for him so he could have tea quick, but you know he wanted you to have one of your own. Once the water was boiling, you poured it into the two bowls of quick oats you made up. You but a dash of cinnamon in each, and topped it with some grapes. You come back over and hand him his bowl.

“Thank you baby.”

“My pleasure.”

You both scarf down your breakfast, and sit on the couch a while longer. Harry gets up to clean the bowls, and puts them in the dishwasher. He stretches out, and lets out a moan.

“Alright, guess I’ll shower now.”

You bring the blanket back to the bed and make it up. Harry’s in and out of the shower quick. He has his towel wrapped around his waist. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, filing your nails, he sits down next you.

“How long we been together now? Little over four months?”

“Yeah, it’ll be five in January.” You smile. “Why?” He twiddles his thumbs.

“Well, it might be too soon to be bringin’ this up, but s’not like that’s ever stopped us before. I’m here a lot, and I love your place. I still like my place, but I love your place because this is where you and all your things are. I didn’t know if maybe when we got back from holiday, maybe we could entertain the idea of finding a place of our own?” He looks up at you. You’re speechless. “I mean, I’d say let’s just live here, but I need a space for my desk and monitor. I think a two bedroom where we could split the other room as a conjoined office or somethin’, would make the most sense.” He chews on his bottom lip. “I’ve totally freaked you out haven’t I?”

“How long have you, um, felt this way? When did you realize you wanted to live with me?”

“Can’t pin point it. Just somethin’ I’ve been thinkin’ about. I know it seems fast, but we’re practically livin’ together as it is. We can talk about it later if you’re not ready now. Just wanted to put the bug in your ear.”

You were amazed. You hadn’t even fully slept with the man yet, and he already wanted to live with you. You put your hands on his shoulders and push him back on the bed. You crawl on top of him, and kiss his face all over.

“Harry, I would love to live with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Maybe like towards the end of January we could start looking for a bigger place. You know, once all of the holidays are over. Can you break your lease at any time?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Why?”

“Well…you could move in here before we find another place. Doesn’t make sense for you to keep paying rent. It could take us months to find a place, I’d rather have you here during the in between. We can rearrange the furniture to fit all of your things. And I have that storage unit, we could keep your bed and bulkier furniture there for a little while.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him. “Um…not that I don’t wanna tell the world, but I’d like to keep this quiet from my family for a bit. I still have to tell my dad about England. I’d rather ease them into something like this.”

“Of course. Better keep it quiet from my mum too. Keep everything nice and light.”

“I’m so excited!”

“Me too!”

Harry always seemed to be able to read your mind. It was a conversation you were hoping to have with him after you got back from England. You just couldn’t believe that he beat you to it. You were practically living together, and it didn’t make sense for you both to be paying rent separately. You’d miss his little place, but you’d eventually find a bigger place you both liked. You still loved the idea of potentially living in Niall’s building. Once you start making more money, you’d be able to afford it no problem.

#harry styles #take it slow #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles y/n fic #did you guys think they'd move in together so fast???#i'm starting to get caught up #i only have through part 30 written #may not be able to update as often soon

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inkribbon796 · 3 years ago

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I Thought We Were Brothers Ch. 1: Wish I Could Relive Every Single Word

Summary: Marvin and Chase have a lot of unspoken grievances between each other and neither of them know what to do about it.

A/N: For Marvin’s birthday. Chapter title from the song “Brother” by Kodaline.

Chapters: 1, 2

Marvin knew he should say something. Anything at this point was better than the growing chasm opening up between him and several of the Septics. J.J and Henrik were civil on a good day but Chase was a different matter.

It started way before time travelers came came back with grim news, or Marvin first voiced the want to train Chase’s daughter in magic. It began with Robbie.

Sweet, innocent Robbie.

Marvin would never apologize or regret raising the young teen from the dead. He couldn’t.

The magician had looked the young man’s mother dead in the eyes and swore that he’d protect Robbie. Had sworn on his magic and own soul that he would do everything in his power to always bring him back to her alive. And Marvin had done just that, he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he hadn’t tried.

But that night had left Marvin and Chase on unspoken bad terms. Chase ceased trusting Marvin, had started drinking again, and then cleaned himself up a couple months after. The atmosphere, forever spoiled.

After the incident with the Suits, Marvin had ceased trusting Chase as well. Chase now had a part of Clubs forever buried in his soul, and it showed in little ways. His beard was getting trimmed instead of him just allowing it to go wild until he shaved it back. He’d gotten a gun, a real one, and was hiding it in his room in the base. None of the heroes tried to talk about it, but many of them knew it was there. The marksman sometimes made especially barbed jabs at Marvin when he was tired or too exhausted to keep his filter up. Then there was the matter of Dark.

Marvin had seen the look in Chase’s eyes whenever Damien was on the news. Chase was especially anxious whenever Marvin got near any of Dark’s kids. Even if those kids were King and Host. Dark was more willing to hold long conversations with Chase, and Chase had been caught by Marvin on more than one occasion texting Dark.

There was something growing between Dark and Chase and everyone was too busy walking on eggshells to confront either party about it.

Well Marvin was sick of watching his friend group tear itself apart. He needed to talk to Chase, before the guy did something stupid.

Marvin walked into the comms room. Chase was in there with Tommy and King.

“This job always as borin’[1] as shit?” Tommy asked.

King chuckled, “Yeah but so long as you’re listening to the feed you can be on your phone or work on stuff. Logan and Bing once built a transforming roomba from the ground up during a couple comms sessions. It’s why Logan likes to be in here, he gets his little side projects done.”

While King and Tommy were talking, Chase immediately noticed that Marvin had opened the door and was just staring at him.

“Hey Chase, can we talk?” Marvin asked.

“Logic, takin’[2] a smoke back,” Chase scoffed into the microphone and stood up, “King, yeh[3] have seniority, call us if anythin’[4] happens.”

“Yes, finally!” King smiled in joy and threw his arms up as Tommy groaned in annoyance, flopping back in his chair and rolling his eyes. “I got it!”

Without a word, Chase stepped out and quietly motioned for Marvin to follow him and took him out to the little smoking area. There Chase lit up a cigarette and took a deep lungful of nicotine laced smoke, before even acknowledging Marvin’s presence, “What do yeh[3] want?”

“I wanna talk,” Marvin reminded. “Why do yeh[3] think I followed yeh[3] out here yeh[3] bollocks[5]?”

Chase took a seat, “Fine, what yeh wanna go on about?”[6]

“Look, I know we don’t usually talk, but we need ta[7] talk about somethin’[8],” Marvin told him.

The marksman gave an amused chuckle, “Nah, we don’t have anythin’ ta talk about. Just go back ta yer books Marv.”[9]

“Yeh[3] hate me, so we got shite[10] ta[7] talk about,” Marvin told him.

“You murdered Stacy an’[11] the kids, ‘a[12] course I fookin’[13] hate yeh[3]!” Chase ripped the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped towards him.

Marvin flinched and Chase pulled away, “An’ sure yeh didn’t this time, but yeh did the other times, yeh did before they came back. Yeh set an entire city on fire, killed hundreds ‘a people. What am I supposed ta say ta yeh?”[14]

“I know,” Marvin called back, terror in his voice. “I know an’ don’t know what the fook was wrong with me ta brin’ me ta that point. That is hundreds ‘a thousands ‘a people who did nothin’ ta deserve the horror ‘a fookin’ burnin’ ta death!”[15]

“I don’t remember what was wrong with yeh[3],” Chase shot back, still angry. “I got stuck with that fooker’s[16] feelings, not his memories.”

The two of them fell quiet, the air nasty and injured between them.

Marvin felt like poison was bubbling in this throat. “The fook[17] happened ta[7] us?”

“Yer gonna have ta be specific,”[18] Chase asked curtly.

“I wanted ta[7] learn magic an’[11] hunt ghosts,” Marvin raked his hands down his face. “I didn’t want ta[7] save the world an’[11] deal with the fact I fooked[19] the future so bad it had ta[7] be fixed.”

“Yeah,” Chase frowned, before his phone went off. Chase pulled it out to see a text had shown up. It was Mori, in the water, near some tunnels with a fish in his mouth, the photo taken from the shoreline which meant Memento or Tempus had probably taken the picture.

The picture got a tiny breathy laugh from Chase, and a small smile. His kids seemed to be having fun, they didn’t seem to be getting into some big trouble. Yet, at least.

“They usually text yeh[3]?” Marvin asked, trying to make his tone sound less hostile.

“Yeah,” Chase’s expression turned bittersweet, he started texting Dark with an update. “Helps ta have a second pair ‘a eyes on ‘em. They tend ta slip out ‘a the Manor or the warehouses when Dark’s not watchin’. An’ that’s on a day when Wil doesn’t just sweep ‘em away an’ cause trouble with ‘em.”[20]

“Why are yeh in charge ‘a watchin’ ‘em?”[21] Marvin asked, completely confused. “Can’t those two just rise an’[11] repeat what they did with the other six? I mean if yeh[3] can handle raising six fookin’[13] demons in secret, three seem like no big deal.”

Chase paused, his fingers still. They were going to figure it out eventually. King already knew, he’d confided that in Chase already. “Cause[22] they’re mine, Marv.”

Marvin spent the next minute trying to figure out if Chase was joking, and then another minute trying to figure out how that was possible since they were demons and Chase was still human.

But a nagging feeling tickled the back of his head: was he still human?

Logan and the other Sides had been demons since the first moment he had met them and no one had been the wiser. Not even the Sides, and Marvin should have known. He should have taken one look at Virgil and more importantly Remus and known. Chase could be a demon, he could not know, and fly under every kind of test and radar known to magic itself. Hell, Patton and Roman still came up as humans for those tests.

“Do— Does uh,” Marvin floundered for an adequate response, because what the hell was he supposed to say to that! “Does Dark know?”

“Yeah, he’s the one who told me,” Chase was moving his cigarette back up to his lips. “Don’t know if he told the rest ‘a[12] his kids but they all know too. King said as much.”

“So what now?” Marvin asked.

Chase let out an ugly, contemptuous snort, “What about now?”

“Dark’s got yer[23] kids, is there another custody battle comin’[24] up?” Marvin winced at the memory of Chase’s last custody battle, one he had lost handedly.

“They’re Dark’s kids, he’s the most powerful bein’[25] in all Egoton, there’s nothin’[26] ta[7] fight against, Marv,” Chase dismissed, rolling his cigarette around in his mouth.

“Chase, no yeh can’t just roll o’er an’ just—”[27] Marvin spat.

“Calm yer[23] fookin’[13] tits, Marv,” Chase scoffed. “Dark an’[11] I have somethin’[8] set up. I see ‘em[28] more than I see my human kids.”

Marvin shoved his hands in his pockets, not sure what to do with them. “Okay, that’s good at least. So did yeh an’ Dark talk about stuff then. I know that the Clubs version ‘a yeh was with him in the future.”[29]

“I don’t have a future with Dark anymore,” Chase snarled. “He’s with Wil.”

“Wil cheats on him with practically the entire town,” Marvin reminded.

“I know!” Chase slammed his fist on the bench before raking his fingers down his face. “Yeh[3] think I haven’t noticed that bubblegum bastard perched on his arm, being the fookin’[13] shittiest arsehole[30] in the whole fookin’[13] world?”

Marvin opened his mouth but Chase turned and started on a tirade, “Dark is loyal ta[7] him. He fookin’[13] raised those kids almost by himself. An’[11] what does he get in return? The fooker[31] rips his heart out an’[11] leaves. It pisses me off.”

“I thought they said Wil died?” Marvin asked and all the momentum bled out of Chase’s system.

“Yeah he did,” Chase corrected himself. “Fook![17] I did it again.”

“Did what again?” Marvin asked.

“I say weird thin’s[32], I do weird thin’s[32],” Chase dismissed. “Yesterday I made like three different coffees, one fer me, one fer Eef, an’ another fer Dark. Crank wasn’t e’en in that day, an’ why the hell should I be makin’ a fookin’ coffee fer Dark? I was in the base.”[33]

“Wasn’t future yeh datin’ him or fookin’ him or somethin’?” Marvin asked.

“I think he was gonna[34] propose,” Chase admitted.

Marvin just stared at Chase, “What? How do yeh[3] know?”

“I caught myself lookin’[35] at rings,” Chase admitted. “Tryin’ ta find somethin’ that looks nice with red an’ blue. Not that it’s ‘a any use now.”[36]

“How much do yeh[3] remember or feel?” Marvin asked, coming closer and taking a seat next to Chase.

“I don’t have memories, just his feelin’s[37],” Chase frowned in thought. “Frustration, anger, love. Future me was so smitten with Dark that I know he was killin’ fer him. The weight ‘a my guns feel off now. Whene’er I look at Mori an’ Memento I feel so upset ‘cause they’re with Wil an’ they’re so big an’ it eats at me. Wilford fookin’ stole my kids an’ changed ‘em, an’ I’m supposed ta stand by an’ watch his aura keep changin’ ‘em.”[38]

“Have yeh tried talkin’ ta Dark about this?”[39] Marvin questioned.

“An’[11] tell him what?” Chase demanded. “That I fookin’[13] hate his guts an’[11] I wanna[40] take him out on a date ta[7] this nice curry place I saw on my last patrol at the same time. That I think his boyfriend is awful fer[41] him an’[11] I wanna[40] put a hollow point right between his fookin’[13] eyes?”

Marvin was trying to find some way to comfort or calm Chase down as he kept rambling. “Yah know maybe I should march my arse o’er ta his office an’ tell him that I hate wakin’ up in the morning. That when I wake up, I can’t stand it when my bed is fookin’ empty. That someone is supposed ta be in my bed with me an’ I just lay there fer hours ‘cause I can’t leave until he knows I’m there.”[42]

“Yeah, Marv, Dark would love that,” Chase laughed sadly. “Big, powerful mob boss would love some sad alcoholic who can barely hold himself together long enough ta[7] get out ‘a[12] bed in the mornin’[43]. That’ll really get his attention.”

“Well he must’a liked somethin’ ‘cause he was datin’ yeh,”[44] Marvin tried to offer.

“Wil was dead,” Chase reminded. “He’s alive an’ kickin’ now. Dark’s not gonna e’en look my way if Wil’s alive.”[45]

Marvin and Chase went quiet again. Unsure how to help either of them.

Fortunately for Marvin, he didn’t have to. King called them both back in. City hall wanted Average, Marvin, and Jackie to come in for a meeting.

Marvin saw the tense look in Chase’s eyes but he agreed and the two of them set off to meet Jackie at City Hall.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. boring

2. taking

3. you

4. anything

5. balls

6. Fine, what do you want to talk about?

7. to

8. something

9. Nah, we don’t have anything to talk about. Just go back to your books Marv.

10. shit

11. and

12. of

13. fucking

14. And sure you didn’t this time, but you did the other times, you did before they came back. You set an entire city on fire, killed hundreds of people. What am I supposed to say to you?

15. I know and don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me to bring me to that point. That is hundreds of thousands of people who did nothing to deserve the horror of fucking burning to death!

16. fucker’s

17. fuck

18. You’re going to have to be specific

19. fucked

20. Helps to have a second pair of eyes on them. They tend to slip out of the Manor or the warehouses when Dark’s not watching. And that’s on a day when Wil doesn’t just sweep them away and cause trouble with them.

21. Why are you in charge of watching them?

22. Because

23. your

24. coming

25. being

26. nothing

27. Chase, no you can’t just roll over and just—

28. them

29. Okay, that’s good at least. So did you and Dark talk about stuff then. I know that the Clubs version of you was with him in the future.

30. asshole

31. fucker

32. things

33. Yesterday I made like three different coffees, one for me, one for Eef, and another for Dark. Crank wasn’t even in that day, and why the hell should I be making a fucking coffee for Dark? I was in the base.

34. going to

35. looking

36. Trying to find something that looks nice with red and blue. Not that it’s of any use now.

37. feelings

38. Frustration, anger, love. Future me was so smitten with Dark that I know he was killing for him. The weight of my guns feel off now. Whenever I look at Mori and Memento I feel so upset because they’re with Wil and they’re so big and it eats at me. Wilford fucking stole my kids and changed them, and I’m supposed to stand by and watch his aura keep changing them.

39. Have you tried talking to Dark about this?

40. want to

41. for

42. You know maybe I should march my ass over to his office and tell him that I hate waking up in the morning. That when I wake up, I can’t stand it when my bed is fucking empty. That someone is supposed to be in my bed with me and I just lay there for hours because I can’t leave until he knows I’m there.

43. morning

44. Well he must have liked something because he was dating you

45. He’s alive and kicking now. Dark’s not going to even look my way if Wil’s alive.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #birthday post #footnotes #Marvin the Magnificent #Chase Brody #angst #Chase is dealing with his feelings #so is Marvin #unrequited feelings

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a-cluttered-gordon-freeman · 4 years ago

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Ok. Ok ok. @faebiie you asked for this.

3 days till the defeat of the Combine. The main three had made a camp surrounding a very large apartment complex. It served greatly, there was only one way inside the camp- a small grate that led to the apartments sewers.

Gordon had spent a vast majority outside of the camp. He insisted he do the patrols. There hadn't been any action from the Combine, but Gordon wasn't willing to miss out on the fighting.

Alyx watched Gordon from the penthouse window. She had grown concerned for Gordon. Whether it was the fact he hadn't left the HEV suit for the past two months or had only six (seven?) hours of sleep. Or perhaps it was because Gordon was practically hiding several wounds under the hazard suit. Whatever it was, Alyx hated the thought and hated even more the feeling.

"Gordon's not gonna come in anytime soon if ya keep watchin' him," Barney chuckled, taking another sip on his beer. Alyx rolled her eyes at hom.

"I know Barney. Its just-"

"You love him. I know, Aly. But Gordon doesn't need you ta worry 'bout him. He doesn't need saving. Gordon's got this war won."

Alyx looked down, upset.

A rebel burst in through the door. "We need your help! The Combine are attacking!"

With that, Alyx and Barney ran downstairs and out onto the scene.

The fight only lasted an hour. 1,000 fought, two hundred died and about six hundred injured, half in critical.

As everyone gathered inside to sheild away from the Combine, Alyx waited for Gordon at the gates.

And she waited.

And waited.

In total Alyx waited about five hours before going to search for Gordon. As she searched, she began thinking the worst.

What if he was taken hostage?

What if he was horribly injured?

What if he died?

She shook her head, trying hard, desperately hard, to get such thoughts away for her.

Becoming desperate, and having just made a full lap around the apartment, Alyx began calling for Gordon, running through the streets. Her call didn't go unnoticed, however, for as she called, she heard distantly...

"Alyx....?" Gordon was weak, but safe enough. He could hear Alyx's cries, but alas, couldn't soothe her. Fuck, the man couldn't even stand. His side had been blown off by a hefty shotgun- ironically, his own- and it left him heavily wounded and vulnerable.

As Gordon heard Alyx's cries grow softer, he searched for a flare or a pistol, whatever he could use to attract her attention. Finding only his blasted shotgun, he raised it up and fired.

It wasn't long until he was found. But unfortunately for Gordon, he was found by the wrong people.

Alyx ran around the corner to see Gordon getting the shit shot out of him by a few Combine soldiers. Firing her own gun, Alyx managed to pick off several of the soldiers, unfortunately leaving one to run off.

Ignoring the run away, Alyx set off over to Gordon, who was miraculously still breathing.

Hes still breathing, still alive, hes ok, he needs help, get him help, get him home-

Alyx lifted Gordon over shoulder and started running over to the apartments, the poor man limp and bleeding. As they burst through the door, Gordon was relieved of his armor, which was fully wrecked and therefore trash and soon taken to the medic bay, and Alyx was instructed to shower.

One full day until the Combine were liberated.

Everyone was waiting on Gordon to even slightly show signs of life. He had been left in critical, he had lost way too much blood to even be deemed alive.

Alyx watched over Gordon as the man slept. She gripped his hand, held back tears, and started trying to speak to him about something- anything- to even get a soft nod or a squeeze from him.

Kleiner and Barney watched Alyx hopelessly as she spoke. Soon Kleiner left the room, unable to watch Alyx speak mindlessly.

Barney sat by Alyx. "Y'a know, I don't think he's gonna come back from this. I think its over fer him."

"No its not!" Alyx bowed her head and started crying. "Its not over! He can still come back!"

"Aly, he ain't comin back." Barney set a hand on Alyx, prompting a punch from her.

"He'll make it! He has to! He has to..!" Alyx collapsed, sobbing hard.

Barney watched Alyx before going over and hugging her. They both held the hug for atleast ten minutes before taking tgeir respective spots next to Gordon.

The last day for the rule of the Combine.

As rebelmen and medics prepped for this final battle, Kleiner, Barney and Alyx waited around Gordons bed- either for a flatline or for a wake up.

The hours ticked on as silence, with exception of the heart monitor, filled the room and held still everyone's voices. It felt wrong to talk, wrong to move, wrong to even breathe as they watched Gordon's heart monitor.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Some church bells tolled as noon hit and the first bullet was fired outside. The Combine had been the first to attack, and there were many. Too many for everyone, an upsetting ration of one rebel for every 40 soldiers.

As the sound of gunfire rang outside, Kleiner, Barney, and Alyx waited by Gordon's bed. The noise of the gunfire and heart monitor upset the mood, but there was no stopping the war. No way they could risk killing hundreds of revels just so they could listen to Gordon's life line.

Another hour passed. Kleiner left the room to help the medics with some of the rebel injuries. Alyx and Barney sat uncomfortably as the monitor beeped on.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

The heart monitor raced as Gordon stirred and sat up, wincing and letting in a sharp and pained gasp of air. Taking a long look around the room, Gordon put on his glasses and grinned weakly.

"Didja miss me?"

"Gordon!" Alyx wrapped her arms tightly around Gordon's neck, nearly strangling the poor man. He patted her back as an attempt at offering consolance.

Barney smiled and took Gordon's free hand. "Glad to have you back."

"Glad to be back."

Alyx backed away from Gordoon and wiped her eyes clear of tears. "You haven't missed much, todays the final day."

Gordon nodded. "Thats great. You two head on out, I'll see to it that I can snipe out the soldiers, for unfortunately I can't be on the front lines. We can chat later."

Alyx and Barney nodded.

"We'll give em hell in your name, doc."

With that, Barney and Alyx left the room with a clear conscience on a single goal: some time with Gordon.

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something-tofightfor · 6 years ago

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He’s Not Here - Part 13

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 4518

Rating: M. Mention of sex, language... but nothing too raunchy

Parts 1-12 + the interludes can be found on my Masterlist (link in bio)!

Summary: The holidays are approaching, and Billy’s found something new to do for work - what does it mean for the two of you?

And we’re back.

** 13 months out from the events of DD S2 **

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“You realize,” he questioned you, blinking slowly. “You… do realize that as great as these past months have been that I’m still not out yet, right?” It was late November and you were shopping for Christmas gifts with Billy on a Saturday. The two of you had taken a break for lunch, settling into a booth in a deli that was only half full. Even though it was more convenient for you to shop in the city since it was close to your apartments, Billy had suggested driving out to Frank and Maria’s area since it would be less crowded and there were more ‘normal’ stores - ones that were more in line with your budgets. He’d been home for a little over four months, and the two of you had fallen into what could only be described as an easy rhythm as the days passed. He’d been turned down for Anvil nearly two months prior but Billy had bounced back, continuing to save money and try to figure out where all of the extra funding could come from while simultaneously reaching out to contacts for security experience and potential connections.

“Yeah, Billy.” I do. You sighed, shaking your head as Billy took a bite of his sandwich. “Have you… heard anything? Did you get orders?” Shaking his head no, Billy waited for you to continue. “Well then, what’s bringing that up going to do?” He smiled. “I just want to enjoy Christmas with you and…”

“Yeah. Well.” He cleared his throat, glancing around the room before looking back at you, his eyes serious. “I got a job.” Billy closed his eyes. “Well, the opportunity for a job anyway.” He reached out, taking your hand across the small table and moving his thumb over the back slowly. “It shouldn’t be a big deal, but they want me and Frankie and a few other people.” What? You stayed silent. “I gotta stay sharp, and the daily training is great, but I need to get my hands on a gun again, to…”

“What’s this job?” You were frowning at him, but couldn’t ignore the excited look in Billy’s eyes, the way his gaze had sharpened, the straight set of his shoulders. Lieutenant William Russo, reporting for duty.

“Frankie knows someone that knows a politician that’s going to be in New York in a week or so, and will need some private security.” He paused. “Armed security.” Oh. “So Frankie and I are going to do it. Maria’s on board, because it’s really good money and they want to take the kids to Disney in February, and I thought that maybe if this goes well, it’ll get my name out there and I can start making contacts for Anvil…” Billy trailed off, taking another deep breath. “I know it’s not about the money, but it’s going to help, and everything that I can save is worth it.” His eyes were bright and you knew that while he wasn’t asking your permission - Billy did what he wanted - knowing that you were on board would mean a great deal to him.

“I think it’s a good idea.” You smiled at him, pulling your hand away from his and picking up your drink. “But you’ve already agreed to do it, haven’t you?” Billy at least had the good grace to look sheepish, nodding his head in agreement. “Is it only one night?” His posture loosening, Billy spent the next fifteen minutes telling you about the job, about the client in vague details and about how simple it would be, even though it was for three days in total. He seemed more excited than he had about anything in a long time, and you felt yourself becoming intrigued. When he gets Anvil, this is how it’s going to be, too. “Is it dangerous?” Billy shrugged, finishing his lunch and leaning back in his chair, one hand moving in a vague gesture.

“Less dangerous than when I’m overseas, but more dangerous than going to work every day.” He licked his lips, running a hand through his hair - now long and slicked back. “I’ll be armed, I’ll be wearing protective gear, but it shouldn’t be bad, I’ll have Frankie watchin’ my six, and then I can afford to-” He cut himself off, a grin on his face. “We should keep goin’, though… I wanna get back to the city before it gets too late, and we still have a bunch of places to go.” What’s he need to afford? Anvil? Standing, you waited for Billy to put his coat back on, hand going to your shoulder as the two of you exited the restaurant and headed back to the sidewalk.

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The following week, Billy said goodbye to you on Sunday evening, kissing you hard, his hands tangled in your hair. When he pulled away, you saw that even in your apartment’s overhead lighting, Billy looked different. His eyes were focused and he was carrying himself in a way that you’d only seen from him the first night he’d returned from Iraq. “I’ll talk to you on Wednesday night, OK?” You nodded, unwilling to loosen your grip on his shoulder, to tear your eyes away from his. “I’m gonna be fine, it’s just a few days, and Frankie’s gonna be there with me.” Yeah, I know. “It’s almost like you care about me, or somethin’” Billy leaned in, his breath against your ear and you shrugged your shoulders, trying to keep from letting him know just how true his words were. “I told you, I’ll be fine. I’m not even sniping, I’ll be right there up close with my knives.” You felt an involuntary shiver run through your body at the mention of Billy and his blades, knowing just how good he was with them, how much he relished getting to use them. I hope he doesn’t need to use them. “See you soon.” He pressed his lips to your cheek and then stood up straight, the back of one finger tracing down from your temple to your cheek before he turned away from you, pulling the door open and walking out.

After you locked the door, you watched through the peephole as he walked away, pausing near the elevator and then stepping out of sight. “Be safe, Russo. Love you.” You still hadn’t been able to say the words to Billy yet, but you told him at least once every day - safely inside your head or verbally after you’d hung the phone up or said goodbye to him. You didn’t need him to say it back; your feelings weren’t contingent on his, but at the same time, you didn’t want to risk saying them and having him not return the sentiment, so it was simply safer to keep them locked away, for your ears only until the time was right. Billy had opened up a great deal to you in the four months that he’d been home, and you were unwilling to risk the progress for something as asinine as a declaration of love - he was with you, not stepping out, not including you in a rotation with other women like he had at the beginning of your association - and that was enough.

Tuesday afternoon, you got a message from Billy, and though it was short, it made you smile as you sat at your desk at work, typing out emails. ‘Still intact. Hangin’ out with some CIA contacts. No big deal.’ You messaged back quickly, not knowing if he was going to be able to respond, telling him that you were glad he was OK, that it was good to hear from him. He sent back a picture in response, himself from the shoulders up, that signature Billy smirk on his face and a thumbs up with his other hand. He was wearing a suit, but you saw the top of a bulletproof vest at the very bottom of the picture, something you knew that he’d tried to keep out of the image. You froze, zooming in on it and all you wanted to do was call him, but you knew that you couldn’t, that it was better to just not say anything. One more day. One more day and he’s done and I won’t have to worry. Until next time.

Wednesday night, you were in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. Stirring the pot of potatoes that you were boiling, you turned the heat down and stepped over to answer it, a smile on your face. “Hey, kid.” Frank stood in your doorway, and at the look on his face - a stoic one that on anyone else you would have read as impassive but on Frank, it was as close to worry as you’d ever seen - you froze with the smile still on your lips. “You need to come with me.” Heart pounding in your chest, you looked back over your shoulder, eyes wide.

“I just gotta turn off the stove, I was cooking dinner for Billy and I, and - “

“Billy’s not comin’ to dinner, kid.” Frank’s voice was quiet, almost dangerous, and you looked back at him, noticing for the first time that his hands were stained with blood - as were the cuffs of his sweatshirt. “That’s why I’m here.” What?

You turned the stove off, sliding the pot from one burner to another cold one and then pulled your shoes on numbly. Frank stood next to the door, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes following you as you moved through the apartment, but he was silent. He hadn’t offered any other information and as you followed him out the front door, you reached out, touching his shoulder. “Frank, what… is he OK?” While waiting for the elevator, you watched Frank’s fingers flexing, saw the tic in his jaw. “Frank. Is Billy -”

“He got shot. I wasn’t paying attention and he got shot.” You felt yourself deflate, but Frank shook his head stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the garage. “First bullet went clean through, but he was bleedin’ pretty bad, and he’s at the hospital gettin’ it taken care of.” He’s OK. Though you were still concerned, hearing Frank speak so matter of factly about the injury helped in its own way. “I shoulda seen it, but we were sweeping a building before the last meeting, and there was someone, and…” He trailed off, shaking his head as you walked into the parking garage, following Frank toward the car. “We got the bastards, but not before Billy got hit.” As you buckled your seatbelt, you stared out the window.

“Who got him, Frank? Was it you?” At your question, Frank actually laughed, easing the car onto the road and turning in the direction of Metro General.

“I’ll let Billy tell you about that one, kid.” Neither of you spoke for the rest of the short drive, and Frank let you out before going to park the car, feet carrying you quickly into the hospital.

After asking at the reception desk for Billy’s room number, you nervously walked down the hallway toward it, pausing before stepping in. Billy wasn’t alone in the room. There was a nurse standing next to his bed with a tablet in her hands, fingers tapping quickly as she charted his information. You watched from the doorway as she smiled down at him and Billy stared up at her with a grin on his face, the one that disarmed even the strongest willed women. You knew it well, because you saw it at least ten times a day when you were with him. The fuck?

“William, please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” The nurse reached down with one hand, touching his shoulder and Billy’s eyes followed the movement, the grin getting wider as the nurse leaned down. “Anything, sir.” Billy coughed and you shifted, feeling an emotion that wasn’t quite rage building inside you. “It’s not every day that we get combat veterans like yourse-”

“I appreciate the offer, sweetheart… but I already got someone to take care of me.” Billy turned his head toward the doorway, his smile changing into a very different one - one that was reserved for you and you alone. “Hey you.” The nurse stood up straight and frowned, pushing past you and out the door of Billy’s room. “So Frankie came to get you?” Billy was still smiling and he patted the space on the bed next to him, inviting you in. “I lied to you.” You settled onto the mattress, left hand going to the side of his head as you leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.

“You OK, Russo?” Though you were scared, seeing him had helped. He looked strong, looked healthy, looked alert, and most importantly he looked alive.

“You’re not gonna yell at me?” You shook your head, eyes on his face and Billy blew out a breath, slowly blinking. “I was expecting cryin’ and a rant about how it was stupid of me to…” You shrugged, and Billy moved his left hand onto your lap, fingers wrapping around the top of your thigh. “Damn.” He took a breath, but you noticed that it was a shallow one, and that he winced slightly as he let it out. “Well.” Billy cleared his throat. “Not much to tell, really… I got shot, and I shouldn’t have.” He spoke matter of factly, head lolling to the side. “First guy was hidden and we didn’t see him, but we shoulda’. I should have seen him.” Billy’s head moved back and forth. “First guy got me once below the vest, went clean through me before I could get to him. The second guy hit me in the vest, and Frankie took care of him for me. Woulda been different if we’d trained as a team for this, not just gone into it blind.”

“You got shot twice?” He nodded. “Jesus, Billy. Are you sure you’re OK?” He laughed but then winced, his right hand reaching over to press against his left side. “They give you anything for the pain?”

“Yeah, I mean they did the stitches with a local, but they gave me pain meds too, figured that since I gotta stay overnight, I’d be more comfortable that way. They didn’t have to put me under, because they said it didn’t hit anything vital, so...” Billy sighed. “I’ve been shot before, but the ribs hurt. I forgot how much it hurts to take impact in a vest that’s not standard military issue.” He stopped talking and you looked down at him as Billy’s eyes stared into the corner of the room. “I wasn’t scared, I was just mad.” Billy finally looked at you again, and there was no emotion in his eyes. “Didn’t even hurt when it happened, not til it was all over. I shoulda been ready. If I had Anvil up and running, I’d be in better shape. I would have been prepared. We would have had better gear, been a real team...”

“It’s only been a few months, Billy, you wouldn’t have had everything in order yet.” He huffed, teeth biting down on his lower lip.

“Yeah, but it woulda been better. I missed this feeling. I’ve only been home for four months, and it feels like forever, like too long.” Great, so he’d rather be there than here with me. “I need that feeling, you know? Need to feel like I’m helping, like I’m gonna do some good, like I have a reason to be fighting.” You nodded, trying to keep the anguish out of your eyes, keep your face straight. “I need to find a way to get Anvil, and this just… I don’t know what I can do right now, but I need to figure it out.” Billy’s eyes hardened as he brought his gaze back to you, the look in them steely. “I’m made to do this kind of shit, and even though the next tour is going to be my last one, I can’t just stop.”

Both of you were silent, the only noises in the room coming from the equipment that Billy was hooked up to as it beeped softly. His hand was still on your thigh, the other one laying across his stomach, fingers pressed against his side. You didn’t know what to say - when Billy was like this, you felt out of your depth, like he wasn’t the same person you’d gotten to know over the last twenty months. “I get it, Billy.” You finally spoke after collecting your thoughts. “It’s what you’re good at. The high pressure, high stakes situations. You don’t wanna die, but you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.” He frowned, a wrinkle appearing on his otherwise smooth forehead. “And you’d rather be doing it on your own terms than someone else’s.”

“I would.” Blinking, Billy shifted in the bed, removing his hand from your leg. “But I still don’t have a way to get there yet.” His expression changed again, changing from unreadable to sad to determined in the span of only a few seconds. “It’ll happen. Especially since we didn’t let anything happen to the client this time, despite me gettin’ shot” He finally smiled again, looking back at you and you felt immense relief that the blankness was gone, that he was back. “Get hazard pay, too.” Billy shifted again, pulling himself up so that he was half sitting, his upper back against the headboard. “Guess that’s one of the perks of all this, right?” He pushed the blankets down, pulling his hospital gown up and exposing a small bandage that sat low on the left side of his abdomen. “Got one on my back, too. That side’s gonna leave a nasty scar.”

You stared at his body for a few moments before tentatively reaching out to run your fingers over the bandage and then the bruise that had bloomed on his ribcage, which was already the size of a grapefruit. “I’m glad you’re ok, Billy.” Seeing his injuries had finally shown you the severity of the situation. He’d been shot at multiple times. He could have bled out, could have been shot somewhere else - somewhere much more vulnerable - could have not walked away from the situation. But he wasn’t. And he made it. “More scars, Russo?” He smiled at you, looking up from the bed as you raised an eyebrow. “That nurse seemed to be very interested in them.” Billy rolled his eyes, making a ‘what do you want me to do about it’ gesture with his hands and you laughed, leaning down to look into his eyes, a hand resting on the front of his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re relatively OK, Billy.”

He didn’t answer right away, but he looked at you without blinking, without averting his gaze. “Me too.” Billy sniffed, nodding. “Thanks for not freakin’ out on me.” I’ll freak out at home once I leave, not here. Not in front of you.

“It’s your life, Russo. You wanna live like this - put yourself in the position to get shot or stabbed or -”

“Wasn’t me that got stabbed.” Billy winked at you, a gleam in his eye. “I got that sonofoabitch without batting an eye, I didn’t even realize that I was bleeding until he was on the ground and Frankie was screamin’ at me.” Oh. He killed someone… he… “Hey.” He lifted his hand, thumb moving over your lips before the others curled beneath your jaw. He just killed someone with a knife that he held in that hand. “You OK with that? You know it’s gonna be a part of this sometimes, that…”

“Yes.” You swallowed, nodding your head. “I know you gotta… do what you need to do to survive.” You took a deep breath. “It’s gotten you this far, right?” He nodded, eyes widening, even as they darkened, his breathing quickening slightly. Am I really OK with this? Knowing that he’s going to… “Not gonna scare me off with this, Russo.” You leaned down, finally kissing him on the mouth and Billy’s hand slid around to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he kissed you back. I don’t know if it’s me or if it’s talking about this, but he’s so turned on right now, I… “Mmmm, Billy.” You pulled back, teeth catching on his lip as you shook your head. “Can’t get too carried away here, you’ve got a gaping hole in your side and you can barely move.”

He cleared his throat and hummed. “You can just climb on top, won’t have to move much that way.” Laughing, you playfully swatted at his chest, sitting up straight. “Nah, I know. I gotta be careful. Plenty of time for all that.” You talked for a few more minutes and then there was a knock on the door, both of you turning to look. Frank stood with his arms crossed, and you saw that he’d changed his clothes and washed his hands before coming to see his friend. You’d never seen Frank in military mode - not even during your video chats with Billy, but he was close now, eyes searching the room, shoulders straight and his feet planted in a stance that told you he meant business. “Hey, Frankie.”

You stood as Frank stepped into the room, and felt Billy’s hand slip away from you, watching as he pushed himself into a sitting position, locking his jaw against a wince. He’s trying to keep Frank from seeing how much pain he’s in. “I’ll let you guys talk. I��ll wait in the hallway.” Billy offered you a smile and Frank simply grunted, pulling a chair away from the wall and toward Billy’s bed. “When do you get released, Russo?” Billy pressed his lips together, closing his eyes briefly.

“Tomorrow. Probably after a doctor checks on me to make sure I didn’t tear my stitches and that I can move around on my own.” You nodded. “Can you… come get me?” He sounded so unsure of even asking you, so unwilling to make the request that you nearly gasped out loud, but managed to keep it quiet.

“Of course. Just call me in the morning and let me know when. I just have paperwork tomorrow so I’m basically free all day.” He smiled gratefully and you said goodbye to the two men before stepping to the door and settling into a chair down the hallway. Billy was going to be OK - this time - but he’d come dangerously close to losing his life on American soil, where he was supposed to be safe. Would he have been better off with Anvil? Would they have been better prepared? You thought about it, frowning as you leaned on your hand, elbow resting on the wooden chair arm. Probably. They would have been a team. With a sigh, you pulled your phone out, a faint smile on your lips as you read a text from Maria and another from your friend Erin.

Some time passed and then you heard Frank’s voice saying your name. He was speaking normally, but there was a new resolve in his voice as you stood, stepping over to him. “Billy told me to tell you he’d text you later if the meds didn’t knock him out.” Frank smiled, licking his lips as he shook his head. “He’s tough, you know?” I do. “Didn’t want anything too strong, because he didn’t wanna be out of it, but he’s in pain and I convinced him.” Frank stopped talking as his eyes moved past you and to a figure that had just entered the room. “Sir.” You looked over too, eyes falling on a tall, large man with white hair and a weathered face. “Major, glad you could make it. Bill’s just down the hall in 342.” The man nodded and Frank stepped forward, reaching a hand out to shake it. “He’ll be glad to see you.”

“And who is this, Castle? Where’s Maria?” The tone of the man’s voice wasn’t quite accusatory, but it was interested and Frank chuckled again, ducking his head before he answered.

“This is actually a girlfriend of Russo’s.” Frank introduced you and the older man’s eyes brightened as he looked you over, but it wasn’t with happiness, it was with amusement. Though you kept the smile on your face, there was something unsettling about the way the man looked at you as if he was assessing you and not being introduced to you. “This is Major Ray Schoonover. He’s… well, my mentor, and he’s been helpful for Bill for the last two deployments, too.” Ah. Figured he was military. Schoonover reached out to shake your hand, fingers gripping yours a little too tightly as he continued to eye you.

“Russo finally settling down?” There was an edge to his voice but you ignored it. You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled your hand away from his, eyes going back to Frank.

“I wouldn’t say that, no.” Frank shook his head, scoffing, but you continued. “We’re getting to know each other, though, and I…” You stopped speaking as you saw that Schoonover had already looked away from you, glancing down the hall toward Billy’s room. OK then.

“Well, Castle, since I’m here, I’ll go in and say hello and give Russo some shit and then be on my way.” Frank nodded, straightening up again and you gave a tiny nod as well, but the white-haired man didn’t even look in your direction again. “Good seeing you, Frank. Say hello to Maria and the kids.” He finally looked at you again and you saw in his eyes that you were already an afterthought; not important enough to verbally address a second time. Whatever. Schoonover cleared his throat and pulled his gaze away from you before striding down the hallway toward Billy’s door and away from you and Frank.

“He took me in when I joined, taught me how to be a Marine,” Frank explained as you headed toward the elevator. “Taught me to fight and to stand up and to lead.” As you stepped into the elevator, Frank shook his head. “Thought Bill could use some of the same right now.” Frank offered you a sad smile. “Schoonover’s a little… stiff, but he’s a good guy and a hell of a Marine, we’ve learned a lot from him.” You nodded, but still felt that there was something off about Schoonover - and about the way that he’d looked at you. “Bill’s been talking about makin’ contacts and Schoonover might just be able to help him with that, too. Figured I’d invite him here and see if I can give Bill a win after all this.” Oh. That makes sense, but… How can he… Billy’s in no shape to be... “Let’s get you home, kid. It’s been a long few days and I wanna see my kids.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath and following Frank through the hallway and toward the parking garage, the sound of Christmas music filling your ears.

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wafflesetc · 6 years ago

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All I want for Christmas is You (previously) Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you to @kkruml and @missclairebelle for always fixing what needs the most work. I love you both.

Claire December 18th

“It’s been two days, Geillis.” I shook my head as I shoved the burger into my mouth. “He hasn’t called or said a damn thing.”

My favorite nurse sat across from me and laughed. “Dinna be speakin’ wi’ yer mouth full!”

“Mmphmm.” I mumbled continuing to chew on my lunch.

“It’s nearing the end of the year, ye’ve been on call almost nonstop-” She started, but I narrowed my eyes at her. “And there’s the new quarter comin’ up, ye both are in a busy season. Tis also the holidays…”

Swallowing and taking a sip of my water, I relished in my drunken choices from the night.

“Ye regret it then?” I could see the raise of her brow.

“No.” The words escaped my mouth faster than I could realize and my stomach dropped. I had yet to willingly admit to myself, let alone another human.

“Ye really like him, then?” I could see the devilish grin appear on her face.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. “He’s not so bad, if you can see past the ego, the hair, and his overly melodramatic approach to marketing.”

“So, if he were to ask ye on a date, say today sometime, what would ye say?”

“I think I’d say yes…..” I nearly whispered. “I think.”

“Well, if anyone can warm that cold heart of yers, Dr. Beauchamp, I think it would be Jamie Fraser.” She stood and strut off into the distance.

“Me too…” I could feel my cheeks rising as I spoke to no one but myself, “Truth is he already has.”

Jamie December 18th

The best perk to being the marketing department’s heartthrob? Knowing people in the right places. He had never intended to become the heartthrob- but selling the hospital to donors and politicians, the wining and dining, the galas, the meetings- it just sort of happened.

He quickly smiled at Mrs. Fitzgibbons and thanked her for checking the on-call list for the next three days, making a mental note to order her a bouquet of flowers as thank you.

“I’m rooting for ye, laddie.” She winked at him, “I’m rooting for ye! She’s the best doctor in this hospital, and my favorite. Dinna be spreading that rumor around, ye ken?”

“I ken.” His Scottish accent thick on the words, “But I am rooting for me too.”

“Also James, dinna break her heart. Ye break her heart and she surely will break yers.”

Jamie nodded and buttoned his suit jacket. “I heed yer warning, Mrs. Fitzgibbons.”

“Now, if ye’ll excuse me, I have to finish the instrument orders for next month.”

“And I have a doctor to track down.”

Claire December 19th

“A large hematoma…” I spoke into the dictation machine after I had finished rounding on my last patient for the night- then I was homeward bound. I was standing outside of the patient’s room and could feel the ache in my feet.

“Sassenach,” I could feel his breath on my neck and my mind registered the voice instantly, “Do ye have a minute?”

“Yes, Mr. Fraser…” I started in my professional voice as I did a quick scan of the hallway. Our eyes met and I knew my cheeks would flare up at any second, that damn delicate English skin. His eyes were warm and welcoming, the smile on his face wide and filled with nothing but dare I say hope. He had come a man on a mission- and I had a feeling I knew just what he wanted.

“Tis no one here, but you and me. And the patients, but Mr. Jones seems rather sedated.” He poked his head into the small crack of the door and I laughed. He smiled at my response and closed the door.

“What can I do for you, Jamie?” I felt my doctor facade fall away and leaned against the wall. I stashed my dictation machine in my pocket.

“I was wonderin’...” I could see the tips of his ears go red.I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, my heartbeat in my ears and my palms starting to sweat. “I ken ye’re not on-call for the next two nights….”

“You stalked my schedule?” All of my nerves were right, he had come here to ask me exactly what I thought.

“No.” His cheeks flushed hot pink. “I inquired with a resource because every time I triedta find ye, ye were either in the A&E or the OR….”

“I’m a busy woman.”

“Exactly, but I was wondering..” He stopped and squinted his eyes, narrowing his cat like brow at me, making me weak in the knees with nerves. One of us had to be brave here, and I had a feeling it was going to be me.

“You were wondering if I might want to spend one of my off nights with you? Presumably a dinner date?” I raised my own brow at him and smiled, cocking my head to the side.

“Your presumption is correct. Say, tomorrow night? Eight o’clock?”

I took my pen out of my pocket and reached for his hand. I wrote my address on his palm. Somehow I thought my hands would have been shaking, my handwriting illegible, yet my surgeon’s hands remained at bay- steady and firm, writing in the neatest text I had ever had since grade school. What was making me so brave I didn’t know- this wasn’t something I usually did- but the small feeling of whatever it was between us bubbled in the atmosphere. Whatever it was, I never wanted it go away,

“See you then,” I flashed a warm smile and sauntered down the hallway, wondering who in the hell I was becoming.

Jamie December 20th

He had butterflies in his stomach the entire way to the restaurant.

Somehow she had known- she had seen through the bravado, the rumors, the facade he put up at work. Somehow she knew without even knowing him outside the confines of the hospital- somehow she knew just who he was. She had known that first night- the way her hands had caressed his back, the way she had moved with him- it hadn’t been just a one night stand. It had been the meshing of two souls, and they had both felt the earth tilt on its axis that night.

She had worn jeans and a simple black v-neck, accompanied with a grey cardigan. He had worn something very similar and let out a small laugh when she joked at him, “We’re already looking like an old married couple.”

Her joke had minutely eased his nerves, but still, Jamie Fraser was on a date with the Dr. Beauchamp.

The small Italian place he had taken her to was perfect. The food was delicious. The company, beyond compare.

He watched her take the last bite of lasagna and chuckled.

“Wot?” Her voice was clipped and properly, utterly British.

“Ye eat with gusto,” He said softly, “I like watchin’ ye eat.”

“Food has been one of the only constants in my life. There when everyone else has left me.” He heard the double meaning in that sentence and felt a pang in his stomach. She’s a lonely lass.

“I ken how ye feel, after my Mam and brother died… It was just my sister and my Da… Then my Da died…”

He saw her wipe a tear from her eye.

“I had no idea,” the meek English voice admitted..

“I was but a lad, dinna fash. It made me who I was today, ye ken?” He tried to cover the heartache over with a bit of strength and bravado in his tone.

“I get it.” She nearly whispered, and by the sad look in her eyes, he knew in his gut she knew exactly what he was talking bout.

“My parents died when I was five. I was raised by my Uncle Lambert until he passed away while I was in medical school…” She swirled the wine in her glass and he saw her take a breath. The hesitation radiating from her made his heart tear into two.“Then Frank… But he cheated on me with his student. It’s been me through medical school and residency…”

Frank, he thought to himself. What a bastard. So she had definitely had her heart broken, more than once. He knew her even being willing to come to dinner was a large feat. Deep down, he too, knew the hurt of being alone. “My sister lives at the family home, in Lallybroch, near Inverness. I moved here to get away from all the memories. I couldna be in the place where all the hurt seemed to be.”

“We’re quite alike, aren’t we?” She looked up with whisky eyes to meet his blue.

“More so than either one of us cared to admit, before.”

He felt her hand under the table as she placed it on his thigh.

“I never believed what I heard. The rumors from the nurses… They are nurses, they like to talk.” She let out a small laugh and shook her head. “You’re not that kind of guy…” She took a breath and rested her head on her other hand that was on the table, “Appearances for marketing. Look a certain way, act a certain way, you have to sell a product. It doesn’t mean it’s who you are.”

“Ye saw right through it.”

“I did. I might not like the fact you chose to put up a show for the sake of business- but it’s not who you are at your core, Jamie Fraser.” His stomach dropped at the words that she admitted to him. He didn’t even have to try and fight to change his reputation in her eyes- he was just Jamie.

“Who am I then?” He asked.

“I’m figuring it out as I go.” She squeezed his thigh one more time- he could feel the warmth in his stomach well at the depth of emotions he was starting to feel for the woman in front of him.

“What it is between us, is it normal?” He placed his hand on hers.

“No… It isn’t usual.” She answered as he intertwined their fingers, hoping to God he’d never have to let go.

#Outlander #Outlander fanfic #Jamie x Claire #Jamie Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #All I want for christmas is you AU #craigh na queue

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macbetha · 6 years ago

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hi all! i’m so excited to share the playlist for chasing the dragon, the sequel to my first free! fanfic, eyes wide open all the time. as usual, these songs are what i use when writing each specific character / couple and i’ve highlighted some lyrics that might give you some pre-insight to the state of certain characters / gangs. you’ll notice there’s still a continuing theme of eyes and seeing that can change for each character given the context of their song. please let me know whatever theories you come up with, i’m very interested!

G E N E R A L T H E M E S

the prologue by halsey from ancient grudge break to new mutiny our toil shall strive to mend

way down we go by kaleo oh, father tell me do we get what we deserve? and way down we go do you dare to look them right in the eye? ‘cause they will run you down, down to the dark yeah, son they will run you down down til you fall and they will run you down down to your core til you can’t crawl no more and way down we go

again by flyleaf i love the way that your heart breaks with every injustice and deadly fate praying it all will be new living like it all depends on you here you are down on your knees again trying to find air to breathe again right where i want you to be again

everybody wants to rule world by lorde welcome to your life there’s no turning back help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure nothing ever lasts forever

this is america by wunderworld

F R E E B I R D

we carry on by the phantoms this fire won’t go out though just a flicker it may be shifting through the shadows to a vision we can’t see clinging to this dying breath holding on for a fighting chance hold fast to one another we will stand to one another we will stand stranger to brother we are one we carry on

fools by emi all this money won’t make me switch up on crew we all dying, til then i’m riding with you

D I A M O N D B A C K

copycat by billie eilish you got your finger on the trigger but your trigger finger’s mine silver dollar, golden flame dirty water, poison rings perfect murder, take your aim everybody knows my name

H O N E Y B L A D E

sixteen shots by stefflon don they gon' put hands on a chick? eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door what i'mma do, they ain't prepared for no boy can tell me 'bout my mother round here and safe everybody need ammo if you hear that da-da-da-don bullets gon' hit you wherever you are

R O U G H R A B B I T

railroad track by willy moon come along with me i’ll take you to a place you never did see yeah said i’mma go down to the railroad track and we ain’t comin’ back, no i ain’t comin’ back no more

B L O O D H O U N D

wolf by skott please do not give up on us i’m a wolf howlin’ on your door step callin’ out

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ready aim fire by imagine dragons off in the distance there is resistance bubbling up and festering blood in the writing, stuck in the fighting look through the rifle’s sight how come i never seen your face ‘round here? i know every single face round here here in the heckle, holding the shackle i was never welcome here

heaven knows by the pretty reckless won’t be pretty, won’t be sweet, just sitting there on their feet if you listen close you can hear them cry oh lord, heaven knows we belong way down below

haru tachibana

my sweet prince by placebo me and the dragon can take all the pain away my sweet prince you are the one

popular by emi fuck surveillance please just close your cases i’m about to make it and rub it in yall faces they know i got birdies they want me in cages stay off my line baby, you know that shit’s tapped on the move, yeah i always got a pack serve it, i still know my purpose trust me i ain’t worth it you don’t got my prints, oh i got my hands so dirty

makoto tachibana

devil’s backbone by the civil wars oh lord, oh lord what do i do i’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you he’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone i just want to take him home oh lord, oh lord what have i done i’ve fallen in love with a man on the run there wasn’t a right or wrong he could choose he did what he had to do don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not he’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that i got oh lord, oh lord i’m begging you please don’t take that sinner from me

solider, poet, king by the oh hellos there will come a solider who carries a mighty sword he will tear this city down oh lay, oh lie, oh lord there will come a poet whose weapon is his word he will slay you with his tongue oh lay, oh lie, oh lord

rin yamazaki

promises by jhene aiko i been comin’ home late night i been sleepin’ past day light baby, that ain’t right i don’t think i can make it then i hear you say that i better not do nothing crazy nami really needs you and i would never leave you everything i do is for you and i really do adore you everything is all right, everything is in your mind if anything should happen, cause anything could know that you’ll be all right promise i’ll be, promise you’ll be, promise we’ll be all right

better by banks why are you so afraid? i can see you waiting, waiting, waiting withering away i can see you dying, dying, dead, dying how couldn’t you see? all the water’s cold, cold, cold and why, don’t you see? baby, try try to see me

sousuke yamazaki

fire by barns country lonely shadows following me lonely voices talking to me a thousand times i’ve fallen my mother told me, “son let it be.” sold my soul to a sweet melody

soldier by fleurie soldier, keep on marching on head down til the work is done head in the dust, feet in the fire labor on that midnight wire listening for that angel choir you got nowhere to run you wanna take a drink of that promised land? you gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands careful son, you got dreamer’s plans but it gets hard to stand

gou matsuoka

love club by lorde i’m in a clique but now i want out i was in but i want out there are fights for being my best friend and the girls get their claws out there’s something about hanging out with the wicked kids i’m sitting pretty on the throne there’s nothing more i want except to be alone the love is choking me what about the kid? it’s time the kid got free

stay by zedd and alessia cara (acoustic) make it on your own but we don’t have to grow up we can stay forever young

isuzu mikoshiba

bad friends by emi lil aries with an attitude men always put her in a bad mood bad libra with the gold tan she like an angel with the snow man yeah i got some bad friends no you cannot have them they wanna doubt her, let her show them if you wanna talk to them you talk to me, yeah we don’t keep no company we do not need, yeah we don’t fuck around with just anybody, yeah

hiyori tono

you should see me in a crown by billie eilish bite my tongue, bide my time wearing a warning sign wait til the world is mine visions are vandalized cold on my kingdom side fell for these ocean eyes count my cards, watch them fall blood on a marble wall you should see me in a crown i’m gonna run this nothing town

ikuya kirishima

waiting game by banks baby, i’m thinking it over what if the way we started made it something cursed from the start what if it only gets colder would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart? cause lately i been scared of even thinking ‘bout what we are i was in love but i don’t wanna cause any pain and if i’m feeling like we’re evil we got nothing to gain

asahi shiina

smile by mikky ekko we’re trying so hard to get it all right i wanna be somewhere somewhere just a little closer to grace when i’m quiet i can nearly hear him say: smile, the worst is yet to come we’ll be lucky if we ever see the sun got nowhere to go, we could be here for a while but the future is forgiven, so smile

miho amakata

i want to be evil by eartha kitt i’m tired of being pure and chaste i want to be evil i want to spit tacks and cheat at jacks i wanna be nasty and tell lies i wanna be mean and i wanna be bad

nii satomi

the lament of eustace scrubb by the oh hellos brother, forgive me we both know i’m the one to blame cause when i saw my demons i knew them well and welcomed them father, have mercy i know that i have gone astray cause when i saw my reflection it was a stranger beneath my face when i touched the water they tell me i could be set free

yazaki aki-mikoshiba

i got you by ciara hush little baby, don’t you cry momma’s gonna love you all your life and if you ever need a friend momma’s right there til the very end if you’re feeling down or weak momma’s got the strength you need there’s nothing in the world that i wouldn’t do cause i love you

natsuya + nao

the golden floor by snow patrol tell me that you want to dance i wanna feel your pulse on mine just treat me like a stolen glance dark shape on a golden floor a sleeping planet with a molten core i’m a peasant in your princess arms penniless with only charm

kinjou

game of survival by ruelle who’s in the shadows who’s ready to play are we the hunters or are we the prey this is a wild game of survival

ayumu: breakaway by kelly clarkson

shizuru: generation why by conan grey

romio: jordan belfort by weswalker

haru + makoto

compass by zella day if we make it out alive compass point you anywhere closer to me where you are, i will be anywhere in between miles high in the sea

the good side by troye sivan i’ve got the good side of things left you with both of the rings i’ve got the good side of you sent it out into the blue the people danced, the sound of your heart the world sang along to it falling apart

i found by amber fun and i’ll use you as a warning sign i’ll use you as a focal point so i don’t lose sight of what i want i’ll lose you as a makeshift gate of how much to give and how much to take and i’ve fell farther than i thought i could but i missed you more than i thought you would i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be right in front of me talk some sense to me

sousuke + rin

if it hadn’t been for love by the steeldrivers never would have run through the blinding rain without one dollar to my name if it hadn’t been for love never would have seen the trouble that i’m in i wouldn’t be free if it hadn’t been for love four cold walls without parole lord have mercy on my soul

↳ namiko: boats & birds by gregory and the hawk if you’ll be my star, i’ll be your sky you can hide underneath me and come out at night when i turn jet black and you show off your light i live to let you shine ebbing and flowing and pushed by the breeze i live to make you free but you can sky rocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy far from here, with more room to fly just leave me your stardust to remember you by

hiyori + ikuya

loyal by 6lack i been studying you ever since we locked eyes even knew your favorite pie, said that it was key lime i don’t want this kind of life, so can you please get it right why you keep lyin’ why the fuck you keep lyin? i know i been loyal, baby showed you how to ball like a hoya, baby see them talkin’ i’m like so what have you walkin’ through the fucking party with your nose up i treat you like you royal, royal, royal tell the truth, don’t you soil, soil, soil i can tell cause i know you, know you

sunflower by swae lee thinking in a bad way, loosing your grip screaming at my face, baby don’t trip some things you just can’t refuse ride my like a cruise and i’m not trying to lose you’re the sunflower i think your love would be too much

isuzu + gou

crush by tessa violet you make it difficult to not overthink and when i’m with you i turn all shades of pink i wanna touch you but don’t wanna be weird but i could be your crush throw you for a rush

#ctd playlist #chasing the dragon #free! fanfic

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gcrminatorarchive · 6 years ago

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Ozzy was currently watching a show at his apartment, relaxing after a long day’s work. His TV screen was the only light in the room, other than a small light for the living room and his lava lamp by his night stand. He was in a rather good mood, because he had tomorrow off, as well as the upcoming holiday weekend, where he would also be off on Monday. Leah was still working, but she had the same days off as him, so hopefully they could plan a trip to a night club or something for a date. The off-duty cop was currently munching on some carb chips, laid across the couch. He takes one of them, and flicks it up in the air and catches it in his mouth goofily. Suddenly, he hears his cell phone, and blinks.

“Hm?”

He looks over to it at the sound of the vibration, then reaches to pick it up. He sees a text from Aislinn, and his brows raise a bit in concern. The text read:

// txt: Hey I know it’s late, but...Do u wanna sleepover? I was kinda lonely and sick today, and I miss ya. Hope I’m not bothering you.

He sighs a bit, shaking his head softly. Spit, when will that girl realize that she wasn’t bothering him at all? Heck, he needed something to do other than laze about tonight. Some quality time with Ais might be just the ticket. Ozzy smiled lightly, then texted a reply back to her.

txt: Nah its cool, baby-girl! Sure thing. I’ll be right over. There’s no better cure for lonely than me. ;]

Ozzy flips his phone closed, then gets up, putting the chips he had away then grabbing his car keys off a table. He then slips on his brown and black jacket, heading out the door to his hotrod.

Once Ozzy arrives, his Mun opens the front door for him, then sneaks him into her brother’s room whilst her parents where asleep. She had also grabbed some cookies from the kitchen on the way so they could snack on them. It was close, considering Ozzy had accidentally stepped on her dog’s rawhide bone, which had hurt like Frank and he nearly screeched with pain. Luckily he’d covered his mouth and held it back, only making her father stir slightly before the older man slept on. Once the two were inside, Ais shuts the door, and Ozzy looks around the room; Some of the blankets were messed up, and Ais’ DVDs and video games were near her TV that her brother had borrowed from her. He smirks back at her.

“Makin’ yerself at home in here, huh? Mm, hope yer bro don’t come back to find this mess~.”

// Hey, it’s not that bad. Plus, it was more messy before when he was here, he won’t care. xD

Ozzy chuckles a bit in amusement, putting his hands to his hips as he looked at her as she came to sit on the bed. He soon plops down beside her, making her giggle a bit as he pulled her gently into his lap, looking down at her with a goofy grin.

“Dat’s true...So, what’re we watchin’? Beetlejuice again?”

// *smirks* Mm...Inside Out.

The cell snorts lightly, then nuzzles his goatee against her neck to tickle her a bit as she giggled.

“Dat copycat’a my movie?! Yer jus’ puttin’ it on ta torture me, ain’t’cha?”

// *giggles* Aw c’mon, I think it’s cute! xD

Ozzy grinned still, closing his eyes and waving a hand carelessly before gesturing to himself cockily.

“Eh, whatever. If y’say so...But I think we both know which one’s better.”

The two watched the movie quietly, as Riley and her emotions Joy, Fear, Anger, Disgust, and Sadness transitioned from moving from Minnesota to San Francisco. It was quite a predicament when Joy and Sadness got sent out of Headquarters by accident, and Riley having to deal with all the struggles that came with moving to a new town. Ais was leaned against Ozzy’s chest, gently pulling his jacket sides around her as she watched the movie. Ozzy rested his chin on her head lightly, arms wrapped around her, and chuckled at a few of the funny scenes that went on, especially the ones involving Fear and Anger. Even he had to admit, this was a good choice of a movie; Though he still believed his movie was better. After all, this one may talk about emotions and letting your feelings out when you need to, which was important, but his talked about the deeper stuff; How the body worked, and how it was important to take care of yourself and your health. It was also had a lot of action. And bodily puns. Gotta love those.

Ozzy then suddenly hears a soft sniffle and blinks, then looks down to see Aislinn with small tears in her eyes, as the scene with Riley letting her feelings out to her parents played on. The cop looks at her with concern.

“Ais? You okay, girl?”

Ais blinks, then hastily wipes away her tears, while on-screen, Riley’s parents didn’t get mad at her for running away at all, instead hugging her comfortingly.

// Ah, yeah, yeah...Sorry, I just get really emotional at this scene. Heh, get it? Emotional?

“Ah...Yeah.”

Ozzy looks at her, then slowly turns his attention back to the movie. He had a feeling that there was more to it than just that...

Once the movie was over, and their cookies had been eaten, Ozzy stretches, checking the time.

“S’gettin’ late. How ‘bout we hit it fer th’night?...Ais?”

He notices she wasn’t looking at him, and instead looking to her bare feet sadly. The leukocyte looks at her, then sets a hand on her shoulder gently, making her look up at him. He lowers his voice a bit, his tone urgent and worried.

“Whassa matter? Somethin’ wrong?”

// *frowns, looking down again*...I wish my family would spend more time with me like you do. Every time I ask them if they wanna do something fun they’re either working or tell me they can’t.

Ozzy listens to her explain, then frowns. He looks around the room, then to the hallway where her parents’ room was, then he looks back to her, his expression now sympathetic as he puts his arm around her now, rubbing her shoulder.

“...You been by yourself a lot, huh?”

// *swallows, tears coming on* Yeah...I just...feel like nobody loves me sometimes. I mean, I know my parents say they do, but lately things’ve been stressful and I’ve been having a hard time believing that. *a large tear escapes* And since all my other friends’re busy with other things, there’s not many of ‘em I can call...Some days I wish I had a close friend to hang with during the day, y’know? And I’m nervous about the convention comin’ up, too...What if no one likes me there?

Ozzy’s frown grew, and he pulls her in for a hug gently as she cried softly into his shoulder, his voice now a gentle whisper as he held her comfortingly.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby...M’here. It’s okay.

But yer forgettin’ somethin’ here; Ya already got a close friend ta hang out with.”

// *wipes my eyes* If ya mean my dog, forget it; She’s been hating my guts lately. xP

The cell chuckles, flicking her playfully on her forehead and flashing a playful grin before bringing her into another hug, smiling down at her.

“No. I meant me. Girl, you know I’m always here for ya if y’need me. I keep tellin’ ya that. Do I need ta tape it ta yer head so ya don’t ferget, now? ‘Cuz I will if I have ta. And don’t sweat about the convention, either. Those people’re gonna adore ya, sweetheart.”

Ozzy smiled as she finally chuckled too, then ruffled his blue fingers through her hair happily. She nuzzles him gratefully, smiling big as she held her closest muse with much affection.

// Thanks, Ozzy. I love you so much. <3

“Most folks do. Heh...I love y’too, Ais. Don’t forget it, okay?”

He plants a friendly kiss to her forehead, then lays back against the pillow whilst holding her to his chest, one hand cradling her head wile the other held her snug. The two soon fall asleep.

#Mun and Muse.#God writing this post made me feel so much better!! <333 I just adore this boy a lot #I hope u guys have a great night and I love y'all!!

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onceuponabedtime · 4 years ago

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5 songs for troubled times

1. “Revolution” - The Beatles

You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well, you know We all want to change the world

But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out

Don't you know it's gonna be All right? Don't you know it's gonna be (all right) Don't you know it's gonna be (all right)

You say you got a real solution Well, you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know We're all doing what we can

But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you have to wait

Don't you know it's gonna be (all right) Don't you know it's gonna be (all right) Don't you know it's gonna be (all right)

You say you'll change the constitution Well, you know We'd all love to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well, you know You better free your mind instead

But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow

Don't you know it's gonna be (all right) Don't you know it's gonna be (all right) Don't you know it's gonna be (all right)

2. “Free Radicals” - The Flaming Lips

You think you're so radical I think you ought to stop Say what? But you're going international They're gonna call the cops Oh no no You're turning into A poor man's Donald Trump I know those circumstances make you wanna jump Oh no

You think you're radical But you're not so radical In fact you're fanatical Fanatical You think you're radical But you're not so radical In fact you're fanatical, fanatical

I'll tell you right now (right now), you ought to change your mind (yes) All of your friends are (uh huh) standin' in a line They're getting tired of your attitude fast, oh (You better lose it, you better lose it) Without all your bodyguards, how long would you last? (Not long, not long)

You think you're radical But you're not so radical In fact you're fanatical Fanatical And you think you're radical But you're not so radical In fact you're fanatical Fanatical And you think you're radical But you're not so radical In fact you're fanatical Fanatical

3. “April 26, 1992″ - Sublime

(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S, Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are busted out And it's like a free-for-all in here And uh the owner should at least come down here, see if he can secure his business, if he wants to) April 26th, 1992 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you? You were sittin' home watchin' your TV While I was participating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was my liquor store I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford With red lights flashin', time to retire And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop we hit, it was the music shop, It only took one brick to make that window drop Finally we got our own P.A. Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? (Call fire, respond Mobil station Alamitos & Anahiem It's uhh flamin' up good 10-4 Alamitos & Anaheim) Homicide, never doin' no time When we returned to the pad to unload everything It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable 'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year Some kids went in a store with their mother I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the Mexican, and not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King It's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police It's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall National guard Smoke from all around (Units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple 938 temple, 30 subjects with bags, trying to get inside the CB's house) (As long as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal) Let it burn, wanna let it burn Wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn (I'm feelin' sad and blue) Riots on the streets of Miami Oh, riots on the streets of Chicago Oh, on the streets of Long Beach Mmm, and San Francisco (Boise, Idaho) Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Hunnington Beach, CA) Tuscaloosa, Alabama (Arcada, Clarkston, Michigan) Cleveland, Ohio Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow) Bear Mountain, Victorville Eugene, Oregon, Eureka, California (Let it burn, let it burn) Hesperia (Oh, ya let it burn, won't'cha won't'cha let it burn) Santa Barbara, Cuyamca, Nevada, (Let it burn) Phoenix, Arizona San Diego, Lakeland Florida (Let it burn)

3. “My Own Version of You” - Bob Dylan

All through the summer, into January I've been visiting morgues and monasteries Looking for the necessary body parts Limbs and livers and brains and hearts I'll bring someone to life, it's what I wanna do I wanna create my own version of you

Well, it must be the winter of my discontent I wish you'd've taken me with you wherever you went They talk all night and they talk all day Not for a minute do I believe anything they say I'm gon' bring someone to life, someone I've never seen You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean

I'll take the Scarface Pacino and The Godfather Brando Mix it up in a tank and get a robot commando If I do it upright and put the head on straight I'll be saved by the creature that I create I'll get blood from a cactus, gunpowder from ice I don't gamble with cards and I don't shoot no dice Can you look at my face with your sightless eyes? Can you cross your heart and hope to die? I'll bring someone to life, someone for real Someone who feels the way that I feel

I study Sanskrit and Arabic to improve my mind I wanna do things for the benefit of all mankind I say to the willow tree, "Don't weep for me" I'm saying, "To hell to all things that I used to be" Well, I get into trouble, then I hit the wall No place to turn, no place at all I'll pick a number between a-one and two And I ask myself, "What would Julius Caesar do?" I will bring someone to life in more ways than one Don't matter how long it takes It'll be done when it's done

I'm gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle I'll play every number that I can play I'll see you, maybe, on Judgment Day After midnight, if you still wanna meet I'll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street Two doors down, not that far a walk I'll hear your footsteps, you won't have to knock I'll bring someone to life, balance the scales I'm not gonna get involved in any insignificant details

You can bring it to St. Peter You can bring it to Jerome You can bring it all the way over Bring it all the way home Bring it to the corner where the children play You can bring it to me on a silver tray I'll bring someone to life, spare no expense Do it with decency and common sense

Can you tell me what it means, to be or not to be? You won't get away with fooling me Can you help me walk that moonlight mile? Can you give me the blessings of your smile? I'll bring someone to life, use all of my powers Do it in the dark, in the wee, small hours

I can see the history of the whole human race It's all right there, it's carved into your face Should I break it all down? Should I fall on my knees? Is there light at the end of the tunnel? Can you tell me, please? Stand over there by the cypress tree Where the Trojan women and children were sold into slavery Long before the first Crusade Way back before England or America were made Step right into the burning hell Where some of the best-known enemies of mankind dwell Mr. Freud with his dreams, Mr. Marx with his ax See the raw hide lash rip the skin from their backs Got the right spirit, you can feel it, you can hear it You've got what they call "the immortal spirit" You can feel it all night, you can feel it in the morn' It creeps in your body the day you were born One strike of lightning is all that I need And a blast of electricity that runs at top speed Shimmy your ribs, I'll stick in the knife Gonna jumpstart my creation to life I wanna bring someone to life, turn back the years Do it with laughter, and do it with tears

4. “Don’t Crash the Ambulance” - Mark Knopfler

Don't often open up this floor Since I handed in my gun What all these keys are for Now my tour of duty's done You got to know the switches Now you got your turn Watch and learn, junior Watch and learn Now you will get your trouble spots Here's one from down voodoo way Bragged he had me by the you-know-what's Very funny, you don't say The big enchilada Stealing elections Had to go down there Trash collection Got his cojones on my desk in there Made into a souvenir Set of cufflinks, nice pair The rest of him's someplace up here Sometimes you got to Put a shoulder to the door Not so fast, junior Listen to your pa Here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Whatever you do What we have here's a dung hole place Thought it was fly shit on the map Fat bastard, ugly face And the personal crap You can't move the barriers You can't mess with oil and gas Had to go down there Stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass Fancy dress medals chest It's all in here for all the gigs Gas mask bullet-proof vest All the usual rigs There'll be things they missed They didn't mention You've even got a whistle in there For attracting attention Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son You've had the tour, I guess These two buttons by the way This one I hope you never press Some holy fool, just watch Who's not like you or me That one's the whole shooting match Right there It's the whole shitaree We don't forget who put us here, jack That's page one We talk soft but carry a big stick And pack the biggest gun We don't like accidents Major or minor You don't want yourself an incident Don't ever invade china here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Whatever you do

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