#watching them drive around trucks is fucking stressful

[milf-harrington]

living in a tourist town means that once a year we're all like "fUCKING TOURISTS-" but at the same time its like *pained smile* "thank you so much for coming and preventing our town from dying a slow and painful death <3"

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Thirteen - The Funfair

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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"The fair," she said over the phone as she walked around the park with Milo. "We take the kids to the fair and we'll call it a second date."

Although she couldn't see it, Daniel smiled down the phone. He couldn't stop himself from grinning, even if his eyes were only half open. "Milo and I are walking past it now," he heard her say.

"How does it look, is it huge?" He asked as he laid back, his head against the headboard.

Suddenly Y/N wasn't speaking to him anymore. "Hi Mr Ricciardo!" Came Milo's excited voice. "The fair is massive! They've got lots and lots and lots of rides and mamma said they're setting up food trucks!" He said quickly, more evidence of his excitement.

But then Y/N was speaking again. "Sorry about that," she said. "But yeah, the fair looks great. They've got four rides, by the looks of things. Different booths and games and, like Milo said, food trucks."

"Olivia will love it," he said and yawned.

A yawn that Y/N apparently heard down the phone. "What's the time where you are?" She asked rather softly.

Daniel checked his watch. "Just gone midnight," he said. It was hard being half way across the world and trying to keep in contact with Y/N. She was asleep when he was awake, and she was awake when he was racing or asleep. Most of all, though? He missed Olivia. She was with her mother for the week and the updates he got were from Y/N.

"Good luck tomorrow," she said. "I'll be watching."

That brought a smile to his tired face. "I'll give you a wave," he said. Again, he yawned.

She was starting to feel guilty about it, about keeping Daniel awake when he needed his rest. "Uh, we've just gotten to the swings," she said. "Can I call you again after your race?"

"Sure," Daniel said quickly, his tiredness seemly disappearing. He didn't want her to go, and he didn't want to be the reason she did. "I'll see you when I'm home, okay?"

"Goodbye, Daniel," she said. As soon as he said his goodbyes in return, Y/N slipped her phone into her pocket and opened the gates to the playpark for Milo.

Immediately he ran over to the swings. "Mamma!" He called and she walked after him. "How about we get an ice cream after this?" She offered and Milo set out a cheer. She began pushing him on the swings.

As much as she could, Y/N tried to avoid Daniel's ex. But she was constantly looking out for Olivia, and that meant running into the woman.

Whether she'd seen them on the television, as much of the world had, it wasn't clear. But she hated Milo's momma, that was for sure. Their run ins were almost daily. Every day that Olivia was in daycare, she immediately ran to Y/N first. That meant that Y/N had to go over to Daniels ex, to hand Olivia off to her (even if it was somewhat painful).

On this day, though, Daniel was meant to return. "Miss L/N!" She called as she followed Milo.

"Hi Livvy," she called back as she took Milo's bag from him.

"My daddy comes home today," Olivia said, beaming with pride.

Just as she said she would, Y/N had watched the race the night before. Daniel had driven exceptionally well, finishing within the top ten and scoring points for his team. He was so fucking happy when he climbed out of the car and waved at the camera.

Y/N couldn't stop smiling at that. She knew just who that wave was for, and it made her so fucking happy. Not getting a full eight hours was worth it to watch Daniel drive. She taped it, ensuring that Milo could watch it the next day after daycare.

"I know, Livvy," Y/N said with a smile. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she didn't check it. "Is he picking you up, or are your grandparents here?"

Olivia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she said and Y/N looked around for any sign of her family. Until one of them turned up, she and Milo were going to stay there with her.

The 2006 Toyota Hilux pulled up outside of the daycare gates. Before Y/N could get a better hold of her, Olivia went running towards the car. "Livvy!" Y/N shouted as she went to chase after her, with Milo following close behind.

But it wasn't a dangerous stranger that climbed out of the car. Mr Daniel Ricciardo, wearing shorts that showed off his thigh tattoo, stepped out of his car and scooped his daughter into his arms. For once he had no hat on his head, revealing his mess of curls.

"I missed you, Badger," he said, but nobody but Olivia could hear it. She squealed as her father picked her up and placed her on his hip.

He looked past Olivia, looked straight at Y/N. "Hi," she said as she walked towards him, holding out Olivia's bag for him to take.

"Hi," Daniel replied as he took the bag from her and swung it over his shoulder.

Was it too early to tell him that she missed him? Daniel wanted to say it too, but neither of them did. They held back, just smiling at each other, trying to work out what too say as the other parents filed out of the car park.

"It suits you," she said, nodding to the bag.

Daniel grinned as he turned it towards her, showing it off like a teenaged girl. "It's the latest fashion."

"Hi Mr Ricciardo!" Milo called as he waved at him.

"Hi Milo." Daniel waved back at him and turned his attention to Y/N. "If you're not doing anything this evening, do you wanna go to the fair?" He asked.

Y/N looked down at her clothes, at her work outfit. But then she looked at Milo, at the way he was using his eyes to beg her. "Sure," she said. "We'll follow you there."

As Daniel took Olivia to his car, Y/N took Milo back to her car. She strapped him in and climbed into the front. She pulled her car up behind Daniel and he started driving, the two of them heading towards the fair.

The funfair in the park was quiet on a Monday evening. There were a few school kids with their parents, and several high school kids running around. Y/N and Daniel walked side by side as the kids ran ahead in front of them. They never strayed too far, though, not unless they wanted to be called back by their parents.

"I watched your race," Y/N said as they walked around. "Very impressive driving, Mr Ricciardo."

"I got you something," he said suddenly and Y/N quickly turned her head towards him, eyes wide.

Daniel fished through the pockets of his shorts and pulled something out. Thank God they were walking side by side, or she wouldn't have been able to stop staring at his thigh tattoo. "Danny," she said as he held the brown package towards her. "You shouldn't have."

"Just open it."

She pulled the tiny brown package open. It was so small it easily fit in the palm of her hand. She opened the small piece of tape holding the brown paper bag closed and let the item fall into her hand.

It was a fridge magnet in the shape of a Formula One track. She wasn't yet familiar enough with Formula One to know which track it was, but Silverstone was printed across it. "From my race," Daniel said, shrugging like it was nothing.

But to Y/N it was everything.

"Thank you," she said and placed the magnet into her bag. "It means the world."

Daniel walked around, the widest grin on his face after that. And Y/N? Well she was holding his hand.

Milo and Olivia went running towards the spinning teacups. Daniel paid for the kids to ride the ride, the two of them squealing as the teacups spun.

They stood, leaning against each other as they watched their kids on the ride. "Does this count as our second date?" Asked Daniel as he stood with his arm around Y/N.

She touched over his 3 tattoo on his finger. "I think so," she said, as she watched the yellow teacup spin. "What're we gonna do for our third date?"

"I think I have an idea," he said as the ride came to a stop.

Milo and Olivia led the way around the funfair. Y/N bought them all greasy, unhealthy food from a food truck, but only because Daniel insisted on paying for all of the rides and games.

While Milo and Olivia were on one ride, Daniel disappeared, leaving Y/N to watch the kids. His muttered excuse fell on deaf ears as Y/N watched them.

By the time he returned the ride had ended and Milo, Olivia and Y/N were looking around for him. Y/N held both of the kids as they desperately searched for him.

When they saw Daniel, he was walking towards the three of them, grinning with his hands held behind his back. It was a sight he could get used to, walking towards Y/N as she held his daughter.

"Where did you go?" Y/N asked as she let Olivia run towards her father.

Daniel didn't take Olivia's hand as he held towards them. He kept them held behind his back. As soon as he and Olivia were once again with Y/N and Milo, he held out one hand towards Milo.

In that hand was a dinosaur teddy bear. Milo grabbed and held it tight. "Thank you, Mr Ricciardo!" He cried as he squeezed the teddy against his body.

Daniel reached behind himself and brought forward another teddy in his left hand. His right was still held behind his back. This time he pulled out a dog teddy and handed it to Olivia. "Thank you, daddy," Olivia said as she looked at her spotty dog teddy. She loved it.

He turned his attention to Y/N. She never expected that he'd have something for her, but he did. He brought forward a pink teddy bear that had a plush bouquet of roses stitched into the hand.

"Danny," Y/N said as she took the bear. "You really shouldn't have."

He just shrugged, his hands in his pockets.

Holding the bear by her side, Y/N stepped towards him and kissed his cheek. But that wasn't enough for her. "Fuck it," she whispered ever so quietly in his ear before she kissed him.

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[aimedis]

damien & huxley headcanons 🔥🌳

damien's favourite thing huxley does is that his voice goes up an octave whenever he talks to someone he doesn’t know or is uncomfortable with (he thinks it’s funny and cute)

his least favourite thing is huxley tickling him every chance he gets (damien is reallyyy ticklish)

huxley's favourite thing about damien is that whenever he's is half-asleep/waking up, he’s really clingy and soft spoken

his least favourite is how unsubtle damien is with talking about people (he’ll say “don’t look now” and damien will immediately turn around or point directly at the person huxley is talking about)

damien and huxley have shows/movies that they can only watch together and with no one else (if one of them watches the promised neverland with someone else, the other will be really upset)

damien and huxley argue a lot, it's just never serious. they don't have serious arguments often and even then it's over in like ten minutes

they bicker and quarrel about things that don't make sense to anyone else (i.e., how damien's favourite song is the reason he's allergic to peanut butter)

damien is lactose intolerant and allergic to peanut butter, neither are fatal yet he refuses to consume dairy but eats peanut butter damn near everyday. huxley has had to deal with damien being sick so often because of it

huxley likes making bracelets a lot. he makes damien a new one every week and damien wears them all in rotation (he has over 70 bracelets from huxley)

huxley has a billion plants that damien isn't allowed to touch because he will kill them just from breathing too hard

huxley is constantly reminding damien to be nice

sometimes neither of them can sleep so they go out for a drive in huxley's truck just to talk

huxley's moms compensate for damien's mother not being supportive, they treat him like their second son

damien paces for everything. if he's excited, nervous, happy, sad, angry, annoyed, or bored, he's pacing. huxley lets him for about ten minutes before he forces damien to sit down and drink water

huxley gets to see damien be the less put together version of himself he never shows anyone else (huxley loves every side of damien there is)

they actually hate showering together if they don't have to. not only do they run on two different schedules but huxley is a big guy and the shower is only big enough for just him. but every so often they take baths together (they have a seperate bathtub and shower)

even though these two are clingy as fuck, sometimes they can go hours in different rooms without talking to each other and proceed to talk all night in bed while cuddling

damien loves being an asshole to literally everyone, even huxley. huxley just tickles him to make him shut up or he calls freelancer to tell him off

damien and huxley play fight all the time, if those two were going to break their bed that's how it would happen

damien wears huxley's hoodies and jackets

if they're next to each other, they are always touching hands. either holding hands or playing with the other's fingers

huxley's love language is acts of service and physical touch so he's always doing things for damien whether it's making dinner, fixing whatever's broken, or drying his hair. and hugs, lots and lots hugs

damien's love language is quality time and gift giving. he's always planning dates and seeking huxley out to spend time with him along with buying every little thing that reminds him of huxley

damien despises raisins and pepsi

huxley couldn't care less about either of those things so he just keeps them out of the house

huxley is really good at baking while damien is really good at cooking. which is why they're soulmates

whenever damien is stressed, huxley lets him rant while he paints damien's nails, it always helps

damien's favourite kisses to receive are temple kisses, his favourite to give are on the cheek

huxley's favourite kisses to receive are cheek kisses, his favourite to give are temple kisses (and kisses on the top of damien's head)

huxley surprisingly runs quite cold, especially at night so he's always clinging onto damien

[boiledbirdy]

BRAD FUCKIN WAYNEEE

headcannons i have abt this sweet himbo fratboy

This man is the largest in the family, like 6’6 and built like a non-green hulk. He can easily pick up and fireman carry Bruce and Jason

Is the guy in a frat party to sit with girls and hear about them bitch about periods and now carries a little pack with him everywhere that has a few tampons, pads, hand-warmers (for on the go heating pads), and Tylenol and Advil

Where does he keep this stuff and the random assortment of weird things he has, you ask? He wears a fanny-pack

read it and weep y’all he wears fanny-packs, usually the cool way over his shoulder, but mostly around his waist since he carries a backpack almost 25/8

He drives a beater truck (just an old car whose been through like three accidents and is still going strong) specifically a 1991 dodge D250 truck with a scratched up white paint job where there are dents, scratches, and a few patches of off white paint on dents that was sorta DIY-ed

his keys 🔑 have a weird ass mesh of keychains on it like: Ally flag keychain and a flag keychain for every single label a person has come out to him with, also a keychain from every museum, tourist spot he’s ever been, also a beer and bottle opener he’s a frat boy duhhh, he has a little bracelet that is made of sparkles and purple beads that steph gave to him but it was too small so he put it on his keys, a collage logo keychain, a keychain from his local gym and one with rugby on it etc

the keychains and keys are never ending

HE PLAYS RUGBY, argue with the wall.

getting a bachelors and masters in sports medicine

he makes sure to give Duke, Damian, Cass, Steph, and Tim copies of his keys first (the rest of the fam too they just get priority)

A) because they are the kids, and he wants them to know that he has an open bed any time

B) cause he’s the sibling to not get mad if they are intoxicated in any form and will cover for them

This next one is so important to me

He takes Tim to his first midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, same with Damian

He pretty much eats at the Wayne mansion every night but sleeps at his apartment

Shows Damian some good rock’n roll ex Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sublime, Ramones, The Clash, Oingo Boingo, Ghost, Blonde, Foo-Fighters (i can make a playlist if wanted)

Just will sit and have a beer with Jason and sit in silence or talk about weird things that happened today

Steph and him have study sessions together

He will watch any ballet practice Cass wants him to see and he never misses a competition or performance

he sends Tim stupid skateboard tricks and fails videos (tiktok or insta reels) daily and then once a month they take Brad’s truck to a park and Brad sits on a ramp and cheers Tim on like its the Super Bowl

Watches Dick’s dog when he’s away from home and they both watch Barbie movies together

He gardens at Alfred’s request, yes he sucks but this man cannot not say no to the tidbits of Alfred’s life story he learns

Can kick back like 4 kegs of beer with no fucking consequences, he has a liver of steel thanks to Brucie Wayne

He’a the high guy in the bathtub at frat-parties and will give shitty or good life advice its 50/50 honestly

Does stupid white people fraternity things that would kill a normal person but he just is quirkily busting it down and Death just cannot vibe with him

makes (and i cannot stress this enough) the best and i mean best, (Alfred and Ma Kent can’t win in this one) brownies. Whether they are edibles or not they are the best.

has done the Tide-Pod challenge and survived

He is the Frat God of Gotham

Him and Duke are like the best duo

They blast Rock and Rap so that all five cars in every direction can hear it

Duke has the habit of putting weird ass bumper stickers on Brad’s desk and bed frame (at his apartment, they Do Not fuck with Alfred) Brad smiles fondly every time he finds a new one

Brad = Mark, ya know the tiktok sound

Him and Harper simp over women 🙏 together

In his fanny-pack, truck, and various rooms he has stim toys/do-hickeys bins or sections

bc he has Nerodivergent siblings and he was just trying

he asked kinda rude blunt questions, he didn’t know anything and he kinda (really) sucks at subtlety and reading a room but he was just trying to understand

He will take Damian to amusement parks and zoos pretty much bi-weekly

The girls can put on a horrible outfit and makeup and he will think he looks fabulous and no one will ever tell him that he’s sporting fashion and makeup crimes

has a small hidden bookcase of Wings of Fire, Warrior cats, Land of Stories, etc.. cause Damian is embarrassed to admit he actually likes reading them

Watches the trashiest brain rotting tv shows like Dance moms or keeping up with the Kardashians

Goes to any march or parade his siblings or friends are going to so: A) he can be that decked out ally tank of a man passing out water bottles and granola bars B) so if the police are back on their BS he can protecc atacc and throw that tear gas bacc

*Sniff 🤧* I have something I need all of you to know, I say this with a heavy heart *holding back tears 😥* Brad is a former highlighter kid— *single tear falls*

This fucking himbo stud-muffin has slept with, kissed, crushed on, and went on dates with men, but still doesn’t realize that he’s Bisexual

his favorite flavor ice cream is pistachio and carmel

KNOWS NOTHING and i mean nothing about zodiac signs

Has been caught in the middle of Gotham Rouge and does not understand what the fuck is happening

He either Teddy Bear fratboy golden retriever energies them to friendship or friendly acquaintance or annoys them to the high hells of mosquito bites on your butt

^I can expand if wanted

His phone you ask?

Screen cracked like rice crispys

apps more disorganized than the random shit drawer in someone’s house

he has a model 6S and will not upgrade or replace it to save his life.

he has an otterbox case and we all know it, no more denial

Okay thats my time yall see ya

[twohearts-hs]

Defying The Odds: 13 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 3.8k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

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Y/N watched as dozens of officers and guards move away. Squad cars and SUVs speed away into the night while some hurried-on foot. They were there, hiding in the ally port in the trees. Michael was next to Y/N watching in front of them.

            “Yo, come on, man we gotta roll,” C-Note worried.

            “You don’t got to do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us,” Michael stated, watching the cops in front of him.

            “I don’t know if we’re gonna get a chance, papi,” Sucre said.

            “Dogs,” Y/N whispered, spotting the German Shepards up ahead. “Fuck,” she mumbled.  

            “They’re coming right for us,” Sucre stressed.

            “Nobody move,” Michael ordered.

            The dogs came, slowly but surely as they were loaded into the truck. Everyone stayed quiet. Michael whispered, “They can’t smell us.” However, the dogs started barking loudly.

            “But they can see us,” Y/N hissed.

            Officers came with flashlights, slowly to them looking for the fugitives. However, they all stayed quiet. The dogs continued to keep barking, but they made a move for it.

            All of a sudden, Michael ushered them to run. Through the trees, bushes and grasses. They ran for what felt like forever. Eventually, they got to an old mill. They all crouched down.

            “Where the hell is the van?” Sucre questioned.

            Silence.

            “Eyetie, where in the hell is the van?” C-Note asked.

            “Ye of little faith…Come on, come on,” Abruzzi said.

            Michael grasped for Y/N’s hand, pulling her along as they ran. They found the van and all got in. Michael bashed the lights of the van telling them about being invisible. He got back in the van, sitting in front of Y/N despite wanting to sit next to her. He turned around, looking at her and she smiled. “It’s gonna be ok,” he whispered as he leaned in, kissing her cheek. “We made it out.”

            “John, where are the keys?” Lincoln asked from the driver’s seat.

            “What?” Haywire asked.

            “They keys, where are they?” Lincoln pressed.

            “I told you, in the garbage can by the trees in a plastic bag,” Abruzzi said.

            “What are you waiting for?” Lincoln spat at Haywire.

            “Oh, the keys…” Haywire mumbles, getting out.

            Once he was gone, Abruzzi gave the keys to Lincoln. The van turned on and then it went, leaving Haywire behind.

            They were driving down the road when T-Bag spoke up. “Hey, John, I’ve got to ask you why you were so intent on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?”

            “T-Bag you stole my fucking spot,” Y/N spat.

            “Wanna sit with your boyfriend, sweet cheeks? Too bad.” T-Bag mused. “Now, John, what is it exactly you got up underneath there, huh?” He revealed handcuffs and quickly cuffed Michael’s hand.

            “Fuck!” Y/N exclaimed watching the whole thing. `

            “What the hell are you doing?” Michael spat, seeing his hand cuffed to T-Bag.

            Abruzzi held up a gun to T-Bag’s temple. “You think that will stop me?” Michael kept pulling against the cuffs.

            Michael looked at T-Bag absolutely infuriated by his actions. “Think twice, Johnny boy. Hm? You shoot me, Pretty here’ll be draggin’ around 170 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with me. And considern’ how much you need to get this Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? I just don’t think you’re gonna be pullin’ that trigger,” T-Bag taunted, breathy.

            “No?” Abruzzi said, cocking the gun.

            “You’re gonna give me the key to those cuffs, T-Bag,” Michael threatened. “Give me the key, you son of a bitch,” he spat. Michael looked for the keys, but T-Bag expressed that they were between his teeth. Michael grasped him by the throat.

            “Come on. Spit it out!”

            “Spit it out!” Y/N yelled.

            However, T-Bag swallowed it.

            “You fucking bastard,” Y/N barked, slamming the back of the chair.

            The van kept going, but the tension was high. Y/N stood up and leaned over the chair to pop her head next to Michael. “It’s gonna be ok,” she whispered. “We’ll get you out even if I have to fucking slice his hand off.”

            “Y/N, not now,” Michael responded.

            “If you think I won’t gut you myself to get that key,” Abruzzi threatened, gun in hand. “You’re in for a big surprise.”

            “I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife…” T-Bag mocked.

            “Shut up! Shut up! Both of you!” Michael yelled, getting frustrated. “You can settle this in Mexico.”

            “How far to the airstrip?” Lincoln asked.

            “I guess five miles, maybe,” Michael muttered.

            Y/N leaned back and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. Sucre then began to mutter about his girl and her pregnancy when Lincoln broke the conversation as there were police cars up ahead.

            “Fuck,” Y/N muttered, grasping onto the seat.

            The van pulled over and conversations began to talk about what is next. It was the only road, and they wouldn’t make it on foot. However, they agreed to go off the road, but the van got stuck. Everyone got out.

            Michael was still attached to T-Bag as everyone pushed the van, but no hope. More bickering happened as Y/N watched.

            If women were in charge of this, it would’ve been a completely different story. How, she was ready to see another woman again and get far away from a community of men. They agreed to run.

            Michael stayed with T-Bag as he looked at Tweener. Y/N turned around, walking back to see them talking.

            “This is as far as you go, my friend,” Michael said, halting Tweener.

            “What? No, you can’t leave me out here, not like this,” Tweener replied.

            “We had a deal, remember?” Michael stated.

            “Yeah, but come on, bro…” he scoffed.

            “You and I, we’re not bros,” Michael pressed. “And I don’t think you want me telling the guys what I know. Now walk.”

            Y/N’s eyes were fixed between the two. “Good luck,” Y/N muttered, voice sincere as she began to run with Michael and T-Bag as helicopters came. They hid from them by the cliff.

            They made it to a car which wouldn’t start as the engine was gone. Y/N sat on the hill with Michael, looking out. Therefore, they continued to run to an old warehouse/barn. Y/N stopped, catching her breath. However, as soon as Michael and T-Bag got in, hands were on them as they pulled T-Bag against a table. Pliers were found and Sucre tried to separate them but they were no good. Michael was getting more and more frustrated…Y/N had never seen him like this before. She stood away, letting the men work.

            T-Bag began to chuckle, but Abruzzi found a axe and all of sudden, chopped his hand off.

            Screams, loud and hot happened as Michael stepped away, shocked.

            “He’s lucky I didn’t take this to his head,” Abruzzi stated out of breath.

            Y/N just watched, eyes widened as she got flash backs to Sebastian and the rat a year and a half ago when he did the exact same thing. She walked into it in the basement of their villa in Italy.

            “You cut his… You cut his…” Sucre mumbled in disbelief and shock.

            Y/N saw how panicked Michael was and went straight to him. He was cradling his hand and Y/N took it. “Hey, hey,” she whispered, before cupping his cheek. “It’s me. Take a deep breath. Think of five things you can see,” she tried to calm him down. However, his eyes were focused on the hand on the ground.

            Then they were on the move again.

-

Warden Henry Pope had to make a call to the governor because Frank Tancredi’s daughter was now a fugitive

            “Yes, this is Warden Henry Pope at Fox River Penitentiary. I need to speak to the Governor,” Pope said. The line clicked through before Frank’s voice cut through. “Governor, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s been an–“

            “Are you watching this?” Frank cut through.

            “Watching what?”

            “I suggest you turn on your TV, Warden.”

            “I understand that, but your daughter has just escaped my prison and is on the lose.”

            The line went dead.

-

Running and more running. They stopped behind some trees. Police cars came by.

            “The airstrips on the other side of that field,” Michael told them. “Just 500 yards, and this whole thing’s over.”

            “He’s not moving,” Sucre expressed.

            “Every second we stay here is another change for them to find the plane,” Abruzzi says.

            “Not shit,” Y/N muttered.

            “We got to go now.”

            “Wait, wait,” Michael said grabbing Abruzzi’s arm. A police car came racing by. “All right, let’s go. Let’s go.”

            Then they were off again. Running and running.

            “Freeze, don’t move!” a police officer said.

            However, they kept on running. They ran across the field towards the plane. They spotted it, but it began to move. Police cars came racing by trying to capture them. Y/N knew…she knew then and there that they were going to miss it. It was moving and they were ot fast enough.

            However, as Michael says…have a little faith.         

            But they missed it. Police cars came.

            “What do we do now?”

            “We run,” Michael said, grabbing Y/N hand and pulling her across the field.

-

It’s been hours of running, over night and through the morning.

            “What the hell is that?”

            In the distance, a train whistle went, and they all walked a few steps to see.

            “Let’s go,” Lincoln says, running. “All we got to do is make it to the other side,” Lincoln yelled, running up to the train.

            Michael and Y/N were behind, as they continued to run. They watched as Lincoln and Sucre made their way through the train. Michael got up, grabbing onto Y/N’s hand and helping her up before going inside. Bellick shot a fire at them but missed.

            Then they got out on the other side of the train, running further. Then the race continued. Panting occurred as they finally stopped.

            “I thought I thought this out. I thought… You saw all those guys back there?” Sucre said out of breath.

            “The key is, they’re back there and we’re up here,” Michael said, trying to calm everyone down.

            “How long is that gonna last?” Sucre pipped, unsure.

            “Especially since we don’t have a pot to piss in, thanks to Abruzzi’s magically disappearing jet,” C-Note said, pointing to the mobster.

            “Hey, you were never gonna be on that plane, brother,” Abruzzi responded.

            “Don’t think I don’t know where you were going either,” C-Note said, pointing to Michael.

            “And where am I going?”

            “I don’t know. Utah?” C-Note exclaimed. “When were you planning on telling us about the money, man?”

            “What money?” Sucre pipped up.

            “The $5 million that Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah,” C-Note shared.

            “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Michael muttered, walking forward.

            “You wish I didn’t know,” C-Note mocked.

            “Wait, wait, what money?” Sucre exclaimed.

-

Michael, Lincoln and Y/N were sitting on a dock. Y/N was focused on the water, feeling the sweat against her body as she let her feet dangle off the edge.

            “We need to dump them, now,” Lincoln said.

            “Can’t. They know about Utah,” Michael told him glancing around.

            “All the more reason to dump them,” Y/N muttered from behind Michael. He glanced over to see her looking at the water. “They are just bringing us down.”

            “If they get caught, the Feds will know exactly where we’re going,” Michael explained. “They’ll tell them. We just gotta make sure they stay afloat till we’re off in Utah, doing what we got to do.”

            “You really think the money is going to be there?” Lincoln asked.

            “Charles might have had a flexible relationship with the truth. But at the end… At the end there’d be no reason for him to lie about it. I figure, once we bag it, we cross over into Mexico. Take a whole bunch of bumpy, second-class bus rides till we hit Panama.”

            “You really got a fix on this dive shop thing, huh?” Lincoln joked.

            “Yeah,” Michael chuckled. “Right now, I wouldn’t mind swinging in a hammock for the next ten, twenty years.”

            “We got half the country after us,” Y/N said moving to sit next to Lincoln. “We aren’t going to make it to Utah or Panama.”

            “Not without help,” Lincoln added.

            “Veronica can’t help us,” Michael said, shaking his head.

            “How can you say that? We don’t have money, clothes…”

            “I already got all that,” Michael explained.

            “I thought the plan was Abruzzi’s jet,” Lincoln said.

            “Abruzzi’s jet was Plan A.”

            Michael shared that they were going to a place where he stored things. As they walked back, Michael explained they need to go somewhere so they can not look like cons however, a figure appeared.

            “Hi,” a little girl said.

            Y/N looked at her and then took a step. “Hi,” Y/N said, kneeling down.

            “What are you doing?” she asked.

            “We’re just fishing,” C-Note said, coming to crouch near the little girl.

            “With no poles?”

            “We like to fish with our hands,” C-Note explained.

            “Yeah, hand fishing,” Sucre chuckled.

            “I think the question is, what are you doing out here?” Michael asked, walking over.

            “Hunting,” she said. Her name was then called out.

            Her father appeared and instantly, he had a gun and explained to get away from his daughter. “You’re those guys from Fox River. Don’t any of you move a freaking muscle.” The man began to yell to get away from her. Y/N and C-Note got up and began to walk away.

            “Hey, it’s ok,” Y/N said, hands up. However, she was calculating, eyes darting around to see what she can do.

            Then Abruzzi grabbed the little girl and pointed the gun in the father’s direction. Yelling occurred between the two parties, but Michael stayed calm and collected. “John, let go of the girl.”

            However, it escalated. Abruzzi kept demanding to put the gun down and threatened to shoot. The man eventually put the gun down.

            Y/N went and grabbed the gun, holding it in her hand as Abruzzi let the girl go and she ran back. Michael asked where his car was and demanded the keys.

            Y/N handed the gun to Sucre and followed after Michael. They all got into the car and drove to Oswego. -

In the cramped, dimly lit interior of the stolen car, the tension was palpable. The quiet hum of the engine and the occasional sound of tires rolling over the cracked highway filled the silence. Y/N sat in the back seat, wedged between C-Note and Sucre, her gaze fixed on the window as the world sped by in a blur. She barely heard Abruzzi muttering directions to Lincoln from the passenger seat or the hushed conversation between Sucre and C-Note. Her mind was somewhere else—far away from the chaos of their escape.

Michael sat beside her, his eyes constantly scanning the road, the tension in his body mirroring the weight they all carried. He glanced at Y/N, noticing the distant look in her eyes, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. He leaned closer, his voice soft and concerned. "You okay?"

Y/N blinked, her focus shifting slowly to Michael. For a moment, she didn’t answer, lost in her own thoughts. Finally, she let out a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I ruined him, Michael."

Michael frowned, his brows knitting together as he leaned in slightly. "Who?"

"Remington," she said, her voice thick with guilt. "He helped us… and now his career, his life—it’s over. I manipulated him. Lied to him. He didn’t deserve any of this."

Michael’s face softened as he placed a gentle hand on her knee. "You didn’t have a choice, Y/N. You did what you had to do to survive. We all did."

Y/N shook her head, her voice wavering as the weight of her actions pressed down on her. "He trusted me. I played with his emotions, made him believe in me. And now, he’s going to lose everything—his license, his reputation, maybe even his freedom. He could go to prison for what he did."

Michael’s hand remained on her knee, his thumb brushing in slow circles. "I know it’s hard, but Remington made his own choice. You didn’t force him to help us. He did it because he believed in you."

"But he’s a good man," she whispered, her voice breaking. "And I used him just like I used people before. I promised myself I’d never do that again."

Michael sighed, leaning back slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. "I know. But we’re all running from something in here. And sometimes, the lines we swore we’d never cross get blurred. You didn’t mean to hurt him, Y/N. And when this is over… you’ll have the chance to make things right."

Y/N nodded, though the guilt still weighed heavily on her chest. The thought of Remington—his life shattered because of her—made it hard to breathe. She bit her lip, forcing herself to hold back the flood of emotion threatening to spill over.

"I just hope he forgives me," she whispered, her voice barely audible as the car sped on into the dark night.

Michael’s hand squeezed her knee gently, offering her a quiet, unspoken reassurance. But the heaviness in her heart remained.

“Where’s Oswego?” Lincoln asked.

“Half a mile, maybe,” Michael responded.

-

They got to a storage unit where they got shovels. Eventually, they got to a graveyard and stopped in front of a gravel. They all began to dig including Y/N. Still dressed like cons, they all focused on the task at hand.

“Somebody’s gonna see us,” C-Note said.

“Keep digging,” Y/N responded, a little grumpy from the lack of food, water and sleep.

“We’re gonna go to hell, guys. Swear to God, we’re gonna go to hell,” Sucre whispered.

Y/N got out of the hole while Michael gave her a trash bag. She pulled it up and placed it beside her. Michael opened the bag and began to pull out clothes, handing it to people. “Originally, this was supposed to be a week’s worth of clothes for me and Linc. But I figured you all need just as much as help as we do, so…” Michael explained.

“You’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?” Abruzzi retorted.

“That’s right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don’t you?”

“Damn, Snowflake. This is tight, man,” C-Note said.

“It’s like I said, we gotta stop being cons,” Michael stated, handing Y/N a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, “and start being civilians.”

Everyone began to dress, but Y/N stayed still. Her eyes looked over them and Michael saw her, holding the clothes. “Behind me,” he said. She walked around and stood behind him as he turned, holding out his old sweater to block her. Y/N quickly changed.

Michael walked over to Linc, throwing a backpack. “Money, passports, prepaid phone cards.” Then he glanced at Y/N who looked at them. “But I didn’t expect to meet you, so��“

“–It’s fine,” she muttered. “I didn’t expect to meet you either.”

Michael walked over to her, his fist out, clenched. She put her hand out and opened it for him to put something in. He did and she looked down.

“My wedding and engagement ring,” she muttered.

“That’s one big rock,” Michael chuckled. “Must have loved you a lot.”

“Yeah, must’ve,” she whispered. Then she looked at the rest of the jewellery in her hand. Cartier bracelets and one ring beside her wedding tokens from Sebastian as well. “Pawn them,” she said. “We can make a lot. One of these bracelets alone costs like five thousand dollars and I swear my ring is at least thirty grand. It’s all gold,” she muttered. Michael took them back and placed them in the backpack.

Lincoln began to look at the passports, chuckling. Michael glanced over. “We’ll get you one.”

“If we get to my apartment in New York, I have five,” she responded. “Mob life,” she shrugged.

“Five fake passports?” he asked, and she simply nodded.

Lincoln pulled out keys and held them. “These?” he asked, holding the keys out.

“The keys to a car that’s waiting for us a couple of hundred yards from here,” Michael explained as he did up his tie.

“She’s coming?” he nodded to Y/N.

Michael nodded. “Indeed.”

“So, it’s the three of us or the six of us?” Lincoln asked.

“That’s the three of us,” Michael stated.

“They know?” Y/N asked, looking over to the group.

“Not yet,” Michael said.

Then, a dark SUV began to pull up, and Y/N sighed. Here they go again…on the run. Always on the run. Michael took a hard look at the guy, adjusting his tie as he narrowed. How did he know? He continued to stare at this man, almost as if hatred ran through him.

“We got go, hun,” Y/N said, tugging his hand. Then they were off again. They ran down some train tracks to the middle of the town, where they began to walk. Y/N threw her hair into a ponytail, before putting on her baseball cap and tucking the pony out the back. Michael caught up to her, walking beside her.

“You look quite dashing in your suit,” she stated, looking ahead. “Can imagine life before this…you this big-time structural engineer, all tailored in sharp, fine suits. Delicious,” she hummed.

Michael chuckled; however a man stopped them to ask the time which freaked Michael out slightly.

They got to a warehouse and Y/N stood in the corner while Lincoln walked off to make a call. She adjusted the pants as they were totally not her size and the shirt clung to her like cling-film.

Michael glanced over, seeing her adjusting her clothes. “You ok?” he asked coming up.

            “Yeah, just this bra is not doing wonders with all the running,” she chuckled. “But, its ok. Just no support.”

            He nodded. “Didn’t think to pack a bra,” he muttered.

            Y/N looked at him. “Why would you? Didn’t expect me in your life,” she stated, tying the pants.

            “Are you in pain though?” he asked. “With like no support?”

            She shook her head. “No, I’m ok.”

            Just then, Lincoln began to stumble back, falling to the ground and Michael and Y/N went over, leaning down beside him. He began to hyperventilate. Y/N began to rub his back, telling him to breathe.

            Veronica was dead and Steadman was alive.

            However, their proof was locked away in a safe house.

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[sleepisaweakness]

Alright okay Guys hear me out and picture this.also, apologies for the trash writing. I make many mistakes 😭🥲 but I tried

Buck is heartbroken and angry because the man he is falling in love with..the man he is in love with him just left him ....he got left again and his best friend ...well he can't help this time he also thought buck was being a little impulsive with asking Tommy to move in when he owns a house and it being only 6 months..he isn't letting Buck just be sad he is telling him that while impulsive if he really loves him and he really is the one to not let Tommy go .....to fight for him....he should go to him and fix this because Eddie thinks they are it for each other.......But buck Doesn't want to FIGHT why should it be him who is fighting for them he didn't break up with Tommy, NO Tommy left him and It HURTS

Buck decides to cope in a way that he never really does because he isn't the runner, at least not anymore since moving to L.A. and being at the 118, but while he has changed and become a better version of himself, he will always have the Buckley genes, and sometimes they win. So Buck decides to run ..well, at least metaphorically he runs from the sadness that he has felt for the last week since the breakup because it won't go away and he doesn't know why ....Abby, Ali , and Taylor the sadness only last 3 days at the most before he had enough and coped but he can't cope right now and Nothing Bobby, Eddie, Hen or Chim say will help they all feel worried for him and sad but they also keep telling him to reach out ....But no ,why should he not even Maddie helps he won't talk to her She is Pregnant again ...and he doesn't want to stress her ....he is scared to he left again ....so he runs from feeling anything about Tommy and that means to forget him.

Buck Grabs a Black Garbage Bag and cleans his apartment. Anything Tommy left goes in the bag. His charger, his clothes from when he slept over , his extra toothbrush, the shampoo he keeps there for after shifts or morning afters all their pictures ...the memories ..Tommy's old 118 hoodie that buck stole because it smelled like Tommy and he loved having Kinard spelled on the Back ...God. He gets rid of Tommy special coffee and throws in even the plants Tommy thought Buck would love since Flowers die too quickly he even throws in the Lakers Tickets because he hates basketball and only watched it for Tommy and once he thinks he has everything in that bag he ties it and goes to his door Grabs his keys and the spare for Tommy's house and leaves .......He drives to Tommy's because while his plan is to forget he doesn't want to not yet so he is secretly hoping to see him one last time, to hear his voice to ...to just Talk because he ignored the 5 calls buck made that night...He drives for 40 minutes to Tommy's home and he knows Tommy is off shit they had Synced Calanders for the last two month's until last week when he stopped synching ..He drives and when he gets there he Sits in his car in Tommy's driveway next to his Truck and sees the TV on ....and the small lamp on the side when it suddenly turns off he gets out Grabs the bag and walks to the door and knocks ...waits...and knocks he sees the light on the side turn off and hears something from the other side So after 15 minutes he Bangs on the Door and Yells because the Hope is Gone , the Sadness was pushed to the side because Fuck Tommy isn't even brave enough to open the door so all that left is anger ....Finally Tommy opens it and he looks Terrible he has has on a old t shirt with stains and red eyes that look like he hasn't slept but ...buck is already running so he pretends he doesn't see it ..he holds the bag out for Tommy but he won't grab it and Buck is losing his patience when Tommy starts to apologize that he doesn't have Bucks stuff he hasn't had time to put it together for him ..but he can get him his key first ..and he will give his things to him after his shift tommorw he turns around to walk to his coffee table to grab the keys only to freeze when Buck says not to bother he changed the Locks and it's unnecessary.. Tommy tries to lighten the mood pretend it all okay tries to thank him for bringing his things jokes that buck knows he has extras here and that He hopes his hoodie is in the bag since it's his favorite but its okay of he keep it cause its Evans favorite too ...but buck has already started to run.. so he doesn't feel anything at the moment, and he doesn't want to talk ..not anymore so he grabs the bag he brought turns without saying to anything and walks to the garbage bin Tommy keeps by his garage throws it in then proceeds walks to his Jeep and only turns to the Tommy ..who looks confused, guarded,...scared ? It doesn't matter he tells him that he doesn't need any off his stuff he left to just throw them out, and it isn't anything that he can't replace ... he gets in the jeep and leaves pretending that he didn't see Tommy staring blankly at his bin with something in this eyes pain...? Tommy hurt HIM, left HIM with the pain ....with the memories ,he pretends not to see tommy walk to the bin in the review mirror.....

Back in the Bare looking apartment he has three misses calls from Tommy he doesn't bother to call back just deletes them ignores the messages just deletes them and blocks his number goes on his socials removing Tommy from everything even all their pictures , removes months pictures that show a hint on tommy even just a hand ....erased him . Buck seems normal "happy" even everyone is concerned buck isnt acting like himself but if anyone even tries to talk about Tommy or his coping he turns around and just walks away acts as if he didn't hear anything...he isn't be reckless or sleeping around he isn't even going to hard as the gym no buck is more Smiling and joking around he is making safe choices during work not even a hint of him toeing the line it's like everything that made buck well buck was gone they haven't even heard new facts not a peep of current fixations and no one knows what to do with that of they try to talk to Buck he gets anger bursts explosive in a way because "wtf are you complaining about that I'm too normal like wtf I can't win" so life keeps moving then it's stops because after Four months Buck dissappears leaving a empty apartment and a note

" Before L.A. .. before the 118, I think I had a home ...this isn't goodbye .this is i will see you soon. I have to find what I'm missing. I'm sorry"

....Buck is 4 months pregnant, so he does what the Buckley do best he runs. Buck had to run its all he knows and what through his mind because he has been dying on the inside his hormones his heart they don't let him breathe he hates Tommy for leaving him he thought about telling Tommy 3 months ago only 2 weeks after throwing his stuff in the Trash but just the thought made him sick and angry ...scared. really his hormonal distress wont let him make a decision he has fought for 3 months to not leave earlier to try to get better enough to tell Tommy the truth but...he isn't coping and he is scared and feels alone this isn't something the 118 ,or Maddie can help him Fix because like Margaret Buckley ...like Philip Buckly his parents (men can also develop ppd) he is struggling with PPD theirs was untreated after his birth..after Daniel they ran their attempte at therapy ended once learning this unfortunately like them maddie struggled with PPD and ran to protect jee .the Buckleys ..he is scared because he didn't even know he could have kids after losing Jamie..his ...his baby boy who was a still born due to trauma of being hit by a drunk driver caused Evan (yes Evan I switched it) to lose his beautiful baby boy and Fiance....The trauma of losing his loves while having already been struggling with the pregnancy it was all too much for His brain to handle that it just shut off repressing those memories to protect Evan the extent of his injures didn't help requiring him to be induced into a medical coma for his body to heal and once he awoke he forgot about his loves, they were bruried so deep that his brain created false memories the loss was too much the family they made they couldn't tell him the truth scared they would lose him permanently if they tried to force those memories they played the part Evan unknowingly gavd them even if was hard. Caleb was ..his first love and Fiance..no one compared to him none of the girls before him mattered he was everything to evan he was excited for the life they were going to build with there sweet baby boy he hates that he forgot him he even forgot he was bisexual until Tommy and he didn't know why ...Tommy unintentionaly triggered something in buck and being in love with another man after remembering felt wrong "I'm your first but not your last " those words another trigger " my first and always" keeps plays in his head like a broken record they were each other first loves, first boyfriend, they were always each others first choice and priority and their growing family would have also been their "first and always" once again tommy helped evan discover something about himself .....for 3 months Buck had been in limbo with memories that have been killing him that he ran. L.A scares him ..to much has happened leaving pain and trauma he felt misplaced so he ran to find to look for what was home again ....run to find answers for more missing memories runz from the pain of losing Tommy from loving him more runs to protect him self and his baby, runs to protect everyone if Evan doesn't make it this time....male pregnancy's are high risk most men who survive their 1st pregnancy rarely get pregant again and even rarer ...survive ......so he runs because not having this baby isn't a option....he runs to a place he thinks was once called home where he thinks ....he once felt happy being he runs home for answers leaving everything he built his new home and the family he made there he leaves the people who fall into shambles when they find there Sun gone .

Man Pulls a A Meredith guys

Tommy has been in hell for the last 4 months, and he regretted leaving Evan the moment he stepped out but was too much of a coward to turn back and when Evan brought his thing only to throw them away ...it broke him more once he saw all the memories inside in a garbage bag ...it's why he couldn't grab it he was too scared to see inside everything he threw away he never once fought for anyone since ending things with Abby a woman he loved and cared about but never in that way ....He has looked for something real only to be disappointed on never being someone's last choice..he let it happen and slowly broke because he never fights why should he ..until Evan.....for a minute he decided to fight only to be blocked and erased from Evans life....he left first this time ....and he lost someone who felt like forever and he didn't even get to fight because he was too late but after 4 months ......He can't move on so he decides to for once to actually fight for himself and for someone for Evan "Buck" Buckley his literal sun ...but when he when he finds that man who changed his whole world in 6 months is gone ...well he decides to chase ....something in his soul is telling him so go beyond the limits to find him or he will regret it so he goes to find him......he decides to take their friend Steve for the ride (eddie guys it's eddie )

https://youtu.be/3Wq6AHvesYg?si=r-2R4nElSnXljmSy

ALMOST FORGOT THIS IS what TRIGGERED MY IDEA WHILE AT WORK

Imagining a pregnant buck singing in a cafe to two adorable kids after a disaster (he adopts them ) to comfort them since he can't do much else to help but calm the kids being 7 months pregnant and while he sings while rubbing his belly and it s song Tommy would sing to him when he had nightmares from all his disaster trauma and one that.. plot twist his late Fiance sang to him and their baby and the song is what really started to trigger Bucks feelings and memories

And that's all I got this terribly written and most likely filled with so many mistakes. Story idea someone fix it and write for me please I'll pay in the only penny I have to my name 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Not my Song and not my video all Right belong to Travis Atero from his YouTube isn't his voice great

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 31 Black Comedy

Warning: Reader is gender neutral (same reader from day 11), mild gore due to zombies albeit for comedic effect

You watch from the wall as a zombie lumbers into a trap, getting split in half and keeps walking. The upper body crawls along while the legs wobble in a different direction.

“Oh my God,” you wheeze, shaking Gaz’s shoulder, “Look, over by the pits.”

“What?” he asks, lifting his own binoculars to his eyes, before choking on a laugh, “Is that fucker walking away from itself?”

“Yesss,” you keen, “Just split because of the garrote strung by the tree line.”

“Fuckin’ superb,” Gaz snickers, before both of you jump at his walkie talkie crackling to life.

“Focus, you two,” Price orders fondly over the line. You giggle as Gaz assures him that you both are. A month or two ago, when you had been brought to the encampment with Ben, Price would have been harsher, more stressed with protecting the camp. Now, with a vaccine and cure created, Soap and Ghost both cured and human once more, and everyone else in the camp now immune to the zombies, there’s a little less to worry about with zombies. The only time to call an alarm now is if a horde is too close to camp. As time has gone on, it’s become rarer and rarer to see groups of zombies, let alone an actual horde of over twenty.

“There’s a idiot kickin’ ‘is ‘ead over ‘ere,” Ghost pipes in on the talkie, Soap cackling away in the background.

“Shut up!” you crow in delight.

“Please tell me the camera’s recordin’, please,” Gaz pleads with a giant grin.

“Gaz, Ghost,” Price intones, even as you hear the laughter in his voice.

“Sorry Captain,” Gaz apologizes.

“Price,” Ghost intones back, making you laugh again. Gaz snickers as well while Price lets out the most disappointed sigh over the talkie. Still giggling, you look back out at the field for any threat only to pause.

“Gaz, there’s a big truck, with two smaller cars following,” you declare. Gaz looks back through his binoculars, frowning before letting out a series of curses.

“Captain, Graves is coming with people,” Gaz reports, a frown marring his pretty face. You pull away from your own binoculars to look at him in confusion.

“Get down here now. You too, Love,” Price orders. Gaz immediately climbs down the wall, leaving you with no choice but to follow.

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There weren’t many people that Price could say he never wanted to deal with again, but Phillip Graves is very high on that list. Unfortunately, the apocalypse doesn’t give Price the option to turn help away, especially when the man is driving in front of Farah, Alex, Ale, and Rudy.

“Well, this is a nice little camp you’ve got goin’ here, Price,” Graves comments as a handful of his mercs hop out of the back of the truck. Price grits his teeth as a tall bastard, a covered bastard, and an all too familiar masked man file behind Graves. Ale and Rudy walk around him, glaring at Graves with a scowl on Ale’s face.

“It’d be nicer ‘f yeh weren’ here,” Soap snaps, shifting to prevent Graves from seeing you as you trot behind Gaz and Ghost. Price watches as all the new comers take a step back in surprise. He knows that Laswell had sent out a warning that Soap and Ghost had been infected, but not aggressive. Of course, the new comers would be expecting Soap to be decaying as he had been a few months back, before you came like a fucking miracle.

“Well, this is interesting,” Graves rumbles, smirking.

“No’ really,” Ghost intones, standing squarely in front of you with Gaz and Soap keeping you blocked from the American’s vision, “Y’r just too stupid t’ think otherwise.”

“Don’t speak to Graves like that,” the behemoth scolds, his voice higher than Price would have thought.

“But it’s true,” Ale cuts in, “Too busy kissing asses to actually be thinking.” The completely covered man draws a weapon, an obvious threat. Farah clicks her tongue at them while Alex shifts, frowning at Graves’ entourage. Suddenly, a series of barks sound from the wall, catching everyone’s attention. Ben comes bounding over, the rottweiler barking and his tongue flopping around as he rushes over to jump on you. Price huffs in amusement as you coo at the 60 kilo mass of muscle like he’s a puppy, while Soap and Gaz immediately turn to coo with you.

“Well, who’s this?” Graves asks, trying to peer around Ghost to you. Ghost doesn’t shift, but he straightens his spine more, making himself bigger. Price clicks his tongue.

“Who is and isn’t here is none of your business,” Price tells him, “You lot are going to be working with the defense of the camp while we figure out how you can work with the civilians. Everyone works together for survival and we all pull our weight beyond protection.”

“Come now,” Graves scoffs, “You know soldiers should focus on being soldiers. Keeps us sharp and all.”

“Ghost helps cook, Soap works with the cattle and farms, Gaz helps with any fiber work while Price works carpentry,” you throw out, obviously uncaring about hiding even as you stay where you can’t be seen. Graves blinks, almost taken aback.

“I can help with animals,” the big bastard behind Graves offers. The other two shrug, seeming to be willing to help around the camp as well.

“Rudy and I can handle farming and animal rearing,” Ale offers with a grin.

“Can I work in the kitchen instead?” Rudy jokes, snickering when Ale whips his head around to look at him, affronted.

“I’ll help with fiber work,” Farah offers while Alex leans against her.

“I’ll take the kitchens,” he throws in. Price snorts and shakes his head.

“No offence meant, but we’ll just have to see where you work best,” he explains. His group nods in understanding while Graves’ little group hesitates. He doesn’t really blame them, especially with what Kate found about most of Graves’ little shadows. Men who couldn’t really return to civilian life, searching for fights.

“Don’t we need hunting parties?” you offer and Price can’t stop himself from turning and kissing you.

“Brilliant, Love,” he praises you softly, smiling as you fluster and shy at his affection. He turns back and says, “If you can’t work well with civilians or you need to fight, we can make hunting parties to scavenge further out or hunt wild animals.” Immediately, Graves and his boys relax, letting Price know that Graves wasn’t trying to get out of work, just needed a different job that had nothing to do with civilians.

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Two weeks have passed since the new group joined and the camp has settled with them. You work beside Kate and a few others, having some of the best notes she’s ever seen, and now one of the completely covered guys, Nikto has joined you two. His knowledge of language and his knack for observation help Kate sort through the radio chatter to find actual camps to offer trade or provide help, versus the cults and compounds that have cropped up during the apocalypse, ones trying to force an idea on people to suppress them.

The big guy, König, works between Soap and Price as muscle while Graves offers ideas for irrigation, often arguing with Ale. Rudy, Farah, and Velikan help Ghost in the kitchen, while Alex ended up helping Gaz with fiber works. Occasionally, everyone swaps around to try other things, but their jobs are pretty much settled. Of course, all the military and survivalists have a few hours of watch.

“Zombie just walked into a spike,” Ale reports, laughter lacing his words, “I don’t think it knows that it can walk around. It just keeps walking into the spike, stepping back, then doing it again.”

“Oh my Gooooood,” you wheeze, Gaz snickering beside you as you both try to focus on your side of the camp.

“Ah go’ one be’er,” Soap cuts in, “Fucker has ‘is head impaled an’ ‘s tryin’ tae walk ‘way.”

“Is it the swinging spike?” Gaz asks.

“Yep!” Soap chirps, making you cackle at the image of a zombie trying to walk out of the treeline, only to be stuck due to the rope tied to the spike now stuck in its head.

“Behave,” Price scolds, even as you hear the chuckle in his voice.

[rreskk]

can u make trevor choke and pound the slutty reader while they get it on thx bbg

Okay, wifey :3

Summary: Trevor doesn't know how to control himself around you.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 2003

“Here’s your receipt.” The cashier loaded your bags full of groceries and smiled.

Trevor was snuggled behind you. He had his hands fiddling with the hem of your T-shirt as you thanked the worker. His fingers lingered from the hem to your bare back, smirking when you had shuddered at the sudden physical contact. What looked innocent, you knew his devilish intensions and quickly scrambled from the grocery store. He followed closely behind.

“Let me take one.” He protested and snatched a bag from your hand. He took the heavier one and threw it over his shoulder effortlessly.

“You’re extremely clingy.” You huffed at the audacity he had to try and touch you within public area.

“Mmm, maybe. Why can’t I touch you?”

“In front of the poor woman while she was scanning our food.”

“I see no problem with that,” Trevor grinned, “You wore the right shirt today… Tight. It’s sexy.”

You rolled your eyes and began putting the bags at the back of his truck. The bag he carried was thrown carelessly as he cluttered with the rest. He then leaned against the side, watching you load the rest with precision. He always liked how careful you were, it complimented his chaos.

“Did you really have to buy 3 whole boxes of beer?” You’d ask when making eye contact with him, but of course he was looking at something completely different.

“Yes, it’s essential.” His eyes fixated on your chest. There was no thought, just pure daydream.

“There’s 12 bottles in 1 pack.”

“Yeah? I paid with my cash, sugar, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“I’m not complai – “ You randomly gasped when you’ve noticed Trevor’s hands eruptively crawling up your shirt and toying with your breasts. He smirked down at you. You had grabbed his wrists and whispered –

“We are in a public car-park, Trevor…”

“I don’t give a shit, babe. Car-park, graveyard, motel, the streets; you’re my girl, I can touch whatever I want…” He lowered his head and whispered against your ear, “And people who watch are perverts. Not my fault.”

“I- I know but – “ You tried to reason but fell into an a trance when he had trespassed into your bra, rubbing his palm raw against your tits, squeezing them with no concerns about the people driving by.

Being stood there, using his truck for stability as he was inches away from you. The hands of his tormented soul was routing under your shirt and it was very obvious, he didn’t bother hiding what he was doing. Nevertheless, Trevor was biting his lip when using your breasts as a personal stress toy. He was rough, occasionally making you moan softly.

“I fuckin’ love your tits… They fit into my hands perfectly. God, they were made for me, sugar.” He giggled and decided to lift your shirt up to free the full size of your chest.

You’ve made brief eye-contact with some passers. As you’d expect, they were disgusted at your public intimacy. However, when you were going to raise your concern, he had slammed you against the trunk, falling beside the grocery.

You grunted – “Fuck.”

Trevor crawled over you, ignoring the groceries that were now shoved into the corner to make more space for you. His whole truck shuffled at your weights together but it didn’t distract him. Your shirt was immediately ripped off, your bra being stolen as well. You were lied on your bare back of his trunk, squirming when his hands remained tightly around your breasts. Trevor was squeezing them so viciously, yet lovingly. He had sat on your lower stomach and grin when you grew flustered.

“You look hot like this…” His eyes falling from your face to your boobs that he’s mangling.

“B-But – “

“But, but? What?” He cruelly smirked, beginning to kiss around your chest.

“People might watch,” You struggled to speak as moans replaced your attempts, “They’ll look and – “

“Oh yeah? They can watch me fuck my beautiful lady… So what? Just focus on me, sugar, I’m the only person you need to look at. Fuck everyone else, yeah?”

You nodded. Your hands were soon pinned above your head as he scattered purple hickeys across your chest and stomach. His tongue was fatally wounding you amazingly. You’d moan his name softly and stare at the sky ahead of you. It was blue, clear, cloudless. The sun was beaming bright as it glowed it’s sunbeam across your naked torso. It made your sore breasts look red and maimed, thanks to Trevor and his sinful hands.

“It doesn’t matter who watches us, [y/n]” He murmured against your skin, “I’m just a guy loving his woman. My gorgeous lady with massive tits, fuckkk… I can’t get enough of them…” He slapped your left breast with a smirk and kissed your cheek.

“Ah!” You moaned when he striked.

“Lift your legs up.”

You whined when your legs were thrown around his shoulders. Trevor was on his knees, grinning when your hips were pressed against his groin during this position.

“Perfect… Keep looking at me, don’t look anywhere but my eyes.”

“Shit, Trevor.” You were vulnerable, small; he was dominant, smug. He giggled at your small whimpers before dangling your trousers and panties around your thighs, exposing your cunt.

“Mmmm, there she is!” He praised the sight of you. The preference of a good bush with a soaked pussy that yearned for him… Trevor was ecstatic, a truth heaven on a plate.

“Oh, fuck,” He had unzipped his flies and ruggedly snaked out his cock that stroked your entrance with a slight tease, it made you whimper – “Oh! Oh, my God…”

He carried on tracing the tip of his cock around your pussy before thrusting his hips against yours. Due to your legs being sprawled around his shoulders, there was more access to your G-spot. You both groaned as the intimacy grew physically sensual. Trevor grinded his way in and out, hands groping your thighs to keep your legs steady around him.

“Trevor!” You didn’t care about the public audience now. People who were supposedly shopping were stood in shock, watching you two fuck on the trunk of his red Bhodi. They were even more disturbed as Trevor had left your chest burning red with slap marks and Godly hickeys.

“Fuck, you feel too good.”

The sky turned from clear blue to static stars that altered your vision. He continued to dig his dick into your pussy with the extra remedy of his whiny moans.

“[y/n], fuck me! You’re so tighttt!” He exaggerated with euphemism. Trevor repositioned himself, leaning on the tip of his knees and hovering over your naked body. He made sure your legs remained tucked around his head before the pace increased. He was using his lower body to sloppily slap his erection into finding your G-spot.

You had trouble being verbal since the pleasure was too divine. Your mouth was open and eyes dazedly lost in the sky. He growled when your attention was departed, something he told you not to do – so he grabbed your neck and forced your eyes to fixate on him again.

“Urgh!” A small murmur left the throat that was being choked. You gasped for air and smirked at Trevor who was hammering you with rapid intensity. His teeth was clenched and his angry face, so pure of concentration, staring into yours.

“Yeah, yeah,” He repeatedly lowly, “Mmm, so good.”

The attraction was only growing as people were stopping their cars just to see this. Old people were in disgrace, drivers unable to concentrate on the road and jaws wide open. Unfortunately, there was a couple who had parked right beside Trevor’s truck. They were hesitantly packing their things, refusing to acknowledge you both fucking, yet they caught Trevor’s attention and was met with a dark smirk.

“Ohhh, yeahhh!” He purposely moaned louder, staring at the couple who were mortified, “[y/n], you are so fuckin’ tight�� Ohhh!”

They drove off clumsily and Trevor giggled, returning to you and began to choke harder. He weighed his whole body against you, hips clapping and slapping that your pussy squealed around his throbbing cock. His hands grew veins as he choked you, the closeness of your bodies causing friction and rashes, especially when he was rough.

“Trevor!” You cried out again.

Both panting and struggling to hold it together, he was threw your head closer to his, foreheads merging as he grinded and grinded until your cunt was left pulsing and beaten from him. Trevor’s hand moved to your jaw. He squished your cheeks together and watched you struggle to breathe. He grinned and kissed your lips, being your only supply of oxygen; using his own oxygen, forcing you to rely on ONLY him.

The beer bottles he had brought had fallen out of the trunk as a result of the shaking vehicle. It smashed on the ground, the fluids spilling around the trucks tires. Trevor groaned before choking you against the floor of his trunk again. He thrusted even faster, ignoring the sweat that trickled down his forehead. He grew irritated about the waste of beer until he glanced at you again, smirking.

“Whoopsies…” His cheeky giggle turning into heavy moans.

“Fuck, Trevor!”

“Oh, yeah… Yeah, c’mon – fuck, fuck!” Trevor whined as he slowly came to a near climax. He stopped choking you and began toying with your tits for support. His eyes squeezed closed and one last thrust later, he ejaculated –

“SHIIIIT!”

You whimpered when the unload of his semen was buried deep within your cunt. His dick continued to torment as he fucked through the orgasm. He was gasping for air, clearly heavily indulged. So much so that your legs fell from his shoulders and clamped his waist, pulling him closer. Trevor took the hint and slammed his hips against yours. The cum he had infested inside you made the sensation overwhelming.

“Trevor, please!” You were begging for more disclosure, “Oh God… I’m gonna – “

He growled animalistically and rocked into your shaky frame. Your tits were blazing. His palms were smothering your nipples and groping the boobs into flaring red-hot. There was drool seeping from his mouth as you were moaning his name repeatedly.

“TREVOR!”

There was a subtle moment of pure exhaustion when you came to your orgasm. He yelped in heavenly cries, his dick being smothered with your heated cum. Trevor had left and dismounted from your tits until he was tilting his head back, the Adams-apple visible and shaking with anticipation. There was sweat trickling down his jaw and neck. It dampened the collar of his white T-shirt.

“Oh my God…” You whispered and cuddled your stomach after the exposure of your affections. Trevor stumbled back and jumped to the cobbled floor, accidentally standing in the broken glass of his beer bottles.

He winced but didn’t seem to care. His hands zipped his flies back up before giving you a small grin.

“Hey, sexy.”

You gulped and began dressing yourself when he looked around. There were people watching still, and he scowled.

“The fuck do you want!” The aggression had made them scatter and returned to their business. He rolled his eyes and helped you crawl from his trunk. The groceries were fallen out of bags and some were squashed. You didn’t know whether to be mad or not.

“The food.” You just pointed out with a numb finger.

Trevor grumbled – “Eh, whatever… Hey, sugar,” He kissed your cheek, “Wait in the truck, I gotta pay more beer.”

“Trevor – “

“I’ll be quick!” He winked and stomped towards the store again. You had cursed to yourself. The majority of people in there had saw him passionately fuck you… If anyone said anything, he’d come out with some beers and a dead body.

You quickly seated in the passengers seat and waited. Your neck was covered with the memory of his lips and tongue. You couldn’t help but blush.

Maybe you did have a secret desire for public sex.

[littlewhorestories]

There I was laying on my couch having a record going on my turntable and reading a book that was a bit on the spicy side only wearing a oversized shirt and nothing else my blanket covering my legs as it’s a little chilly. My window blinds were open to anyone who was passing by either driving or walking could see into my apartment. Getting to a extremely explicit part of my book my hand automatically slide down my thigh reaching reaching the top of my pussy. The feeling of all the pint up frustration and stress has finally gotten to me. I started rubbing my clit slowly letting some soft moans out as it felt good to finally touch myself after not doing it for a while, my other hand dropping the book as it reached up to lift my shirt exposing my giant breast grabbing them I being squeezing them playing with my nipples. My fingers on my clit starting speeding up I brought them in between my lips sliding two fingers in moaning at the sensation of my fingers moving in and out. At this point the blanket is gone my legs are spread open I’m fingering myself faster my other hand holding onto my tits as they begin bouncing slightly my head faced the window finally realizing a Amazon truck stopped right in-front of it and the driver now watching me, but that only made me wetter. Smirking I got up and walked away to my bedroom grabbing my vibrator and dildo I walked back over to the living room I sat on couch directly facing the window my legs spread back open as I inserted my dildo I wanted to fuck myself rough and good especially since I was being watched. Pounding away I added the vibrator to clit making me whimpering as my legs were starting to shake from everything I was trying to keep my eyes open so I can watch him, I could tell he was jacking off his arm was moving fast and his head kept falling back. Sitting up in a squatting position I set the dildo up right and slid it in me I started riding it my tits were bouncing around I was clutching on to the couch my moans were loud my eyes kept trying to shut I was close I wanted to release. Pulling the dildo out I switched my position I got into doggy position putting my vibrator back on my clit the highest no less I started sucking juices off the dildo taking all of it in my mouth the tears were starting to fall down my face my legs finally started to shut on me as I was cumming closing my eyes I fell on to the couch tears and  drool all over my face I turned my head to the window and smiled softly at the driver watching him drive away.

[onboardsorasora]

Surprising no one (excluding myself because I'm plenty surprised), we have a part 2? Truly flying by the seat of my pants here. This happened because I tried a new tea blend today..

Part 1 of our Charmed/Practical Magic AU

Part 2

So Daniel takes Max back to his house because there's no way they’re going to sit through hours of lecture after this. Max is….freaking out a little. Rightfully so. But Daniel knows that Grace will fix him right up!

They’re at the ranch and Grace is waiting for them in the kitchen, she places a cup of tea in front of Daniel’s favourite bar stool.

“Mama, this is Max. I think we saw him coming.” Daniel announced, attempting to offer her back the agate crystal. She shook her head, motioning for him to keep it. She didn’t even try to touch it. Daniel shrugs and puts it back in his pocket because, well he’s used to his mom’s witchy idiosyncrasies.

“Hi. I… I don’t like hot drinks.” Max didn’t want to seem rude but he also figured it would be ruder to not drink the drink she offered.

“Good, so Mark was right this time.” Grace hummed before offering a glass of iced tea to Max instead. He took it hesitantly because he was sure the cup on the counter behind her had been a mug instead.

Max looked around the house, well the kitchen. It was one of those older designs, before everyone knocked down all their walls for an ‘open concept’ design. It all seemed normal, but something wasn’t right about any of this. He was tense, shoulders at his ears. Because the whole world paused…but this guy, Daniel, didn’t seem to be weirded out as much as Max had been.

“Hi Max, my name is Grace– I’m Daniel’s mother. Just have a seat and drink up and I’ll explain everything I can.”

“Something did happen!” Max’s eyes widened. He was just about ready to compartmentalize and pretend it didn’t happen but now… Now answers were being offered. He looked down at the iced tea in his glass warily. 

“It's just tea, some chamomile, rose and mint with some honey. To calm your nerves a bit. I promise.” Grace smiled a very maternal ‘I’ll take care of you’ smile at him and Max nodded and sipped the drink. He tasted the earthy tones and it didn’t taste like there was anything extra. But then again, he didn’t know what poison tastes like.

Everyone and everything looked normal, but Max thought there was….something about this house. He’d felt it the moment Daniel had pulled into the driveway. It wasn’t spine chilling per say but more like he needed to pop his ears. They weren’t high up in any altitude, if anything the house sat in a valley.

Max watches Grace as she bustled around the kitchen, mixing things in a bowl. It smelled lovely like there was bread in the oven. He felt like he was out of his body a little. Daniel was beside him watching him closely, he could feel his eyes on it. Max thought that the most interesting thing about this day would have been him fantasizing in class about how pretty Daniel was and maybe beating himself up about not getting his number.

Now though..

Max turned to Daniel, “everything froze today, that– that happened right?” He’d asked him that in the truck already on the drive over and Daniel had said yes then. He nodded again, saying yes now. But that made Grace freeze and rush over to Daniel and hug him.

“Congrats my baby!” She gushed and Max was even more confused now. 

“Thanks mama, I figured we’d talk about it after.” Daniel was sheepish and Grace kissed his forehead. Max didn’t think he’d be jealous of someone's mom, but here we are. Today was a day of wonders.

“What’s going on, truly.” Max whispered and Grace turned to him, she didn’t touch him he noticed.

“Max, this is going to sound like a shock, but our family, we’re supernatural beings. Daniel and I are witches.” Grace said calmly, watching Max’s reaction closely, Daniel looked stressed as fuck.

Max’s eyes widened, no shit. Well that’s….that’s something. But how did he come into all of this?

Luckly, Grace continued before he could ask. Because he didn’t think it would come out very politely.

“We think you might be one of us as well.”

Well, fuck. Not exactly how he expected this day to go at all.

[writing-rat]

Saviour

Pairings: Maxine X Lorraine

Content: Fluffy stuff, descriptions of injury, healing

Summary: Maxine manages to save Lorraine and stays with her after.

WC: 1674

It had been one hell of a night and Maxine was ready to escape. She was shocked however when she got to the truck that there were no keys. “Fuck,” she cursed quietly before she heard another noise, causing her to flinch.

“Help!” the voice called out. Lorraine. She breathed a sigh of relief before slowly walking into the house. 

“Be quiet Raine. I’ll get you out then we’ll leave, we just need the car keys,” Maxine spoke quietly when she saw Lorraine who had been crying. Her hand was also hurt severely. It caused her pain to see the innocent girl have broken fingers that were going to be fucked her entire life.

As Maxine went to unlock the door, Lorraine almost shouted out, “I should’ve never trusted you!”. Maxine sighed as she quickly unlocked the door and grabbed the smaller girl, being stronger than she looked. Lorraine tried to wriggle out but she couldn’t, still crying. That’s when footsteps could be heard. “The kindest one must’ve finally learnt what is good for her,” he stated. Maxine made a ‘shhh’ motion as she looked around before she found a hand pistol. She grabbed it, the smaller girl going behind Maxine as she was shaking wildly. Maxine knew the girl was scared, and Maxine would protect her. Once the older couple walked in, she walked out and pointed the gun towards the 2. 

“Where are the truck keys?” she asked. That’s when Howard went back and covered his heart. Lorraine couldn’t watch as she hid her face, trying to not cry. The stress was getting to her. The reality of the situation was hitting her hard too and Maxine knew it. She would get the little one to the truck if it was the last thing she did. For some reason, she felt protective of her, but she could explore that later. 

“He’s having a heart attack,” the older woman cried, looking at her husband in concern. Maxine’s empathy, if it ever existed, was gone now. 

“Where are the damn keys?” Maxine yelled, keeping the gun aimed at the woman. 

“In the key pot. Please… help him,” she practically begged. Maxine glared as she grabbed them. 

“Let’s go, Lorraine,” she spoke. 

“You whores!” the woman spoke as Maxine and Lorraine passed by her, quick to avoid her hand. Lorraine rushed over to the truck as Maxine unlocked it. “You’re gonna be punished for your sins!” the woman added, crawling out to try and get them. Once Lorraine was in the truck, with little help from Maxine, Maxine got in herself and started to drive, ignoring the older woman as she backed up, ignoring the ‘speed bump’ that they had. Lorraine was practically curled up in the seat, whimpering. 

“Anywhere you wanna go Raine?” Maxine asked gently, knowing the smallest was sensitive. It was shown when she was recording, how she nearly cried when Maxine judged her a few hours ago. 

“Home,” Lorraine whimpered. 

“OK, let’s go to a motel first, ok? We need some sleep before the 4-hour drive,” Maxine reassured. Lorraine nodded. 

“Don’t leave me,” the timid girl begged. 

“I would never. We will share a room and we will be together. You got it? You’re my Church mouse even if you sinned today,” Maxine once again reassured. Lorraine nodded, happy about that as she was just biting at her thumb, tears escaping from her eyes. There was no stopping it.

-

After 10 minutes they found a motel they could stay the night. Maxine was getting out, holding Lorraine close. It was around 2 am but they could at least have 4 or 5 hours sleep if either one of them could fall asleep. “Hello, we would like 1 room, please. Double bed preferable,” Maxine explained to the front desk. The woman behind the counter looked concerned. 

“Why are 2 young girls together and half nude at this time of night? Shouldn’t you be home?” she asked. 

“Our boyfriends took us on a camping trip and we both got too cold,” Maxine lied easily. The woman nodded before she got a room key. 

“It’s on me,” the woman explained. Shocked, both the half-nude girls nodded and went towards the number that was their door. Lorraine was thankful to be away from the farm at least. She knew she would probably not get much sleep but it was worth a shot. 

Once they reached the room, both girls immediately collapsed onto the bed, tiredness overtaking their energy. Not that there was much energy from both of them. Lorraine was deep in thought, so much so that she jumped when Maxine spoke. “What’s going on in your head? I can hear the cogs turning,” Maxine asked, looking at her with concern. 

“Can we… cuddle? Not in a gay way, not that there’s anything wrong with queers,” Lorraine asked, panicking immediately. It was quiet, which made Lorraine nervous. That was at least until Maxine held her. Lorraine relaxed immediately, putting her face into Maxine’s neck. 

“Let’s try and sleep now. We can sort out your hand tomorrow and then take you home,” Maxine reassured. Truthfully she didn’t know where to go now. Yes, she had her stuff at home but Wayne’s house wasn’t under her name. She would have nowhere to go after a bit. 

“Could you… stay for a while at my parent's farm?” Lorraine asked shyly. Maxine nodded. 

“I have nowhere to go after all. Just make sure your parents are ok with it at least,” she confirmed. Lorraine nodded. She was happy about that. 

The next morning both girls woke up. They had slept around 3 hours but that was enough for them as they would go to the farm soon, Maxine would have to pick her clothes up from her old house though. Safe to say both girls were nervous about her parent's response. 

-

Luckily it went well. In fact, Maxine found out Lorraine’s parents weren’t as religious as Lorraine was. That was if she was still religious at least. In fact, her parents didn’t care for the fact that both had been in a porno, they were just worried about Lorraine. Maxine promised to help with her at least, putting her in the good books. It had been a week after that moment and both the girls were making lunch for themselves as her parents were at the farmers market, selling eggs that their chickens had laid. Lorraine also hadn’t gone to church even though it was a Sunday. “So are you church mouse still or just mouse?” Maxine asked, deciding to joke about her old nickname. 

“Just mouse now,” Lorraine admitted. “I can’t face the church now. What if they found out I was in a porno and almost had sex with a woman?” Lorraine asked. Maxine shrugged. 

“Wait, you almost had sex with a woman? Bobby?” Maxine asked. She hoped she was ok, but after the conversation she overheard she wasn’t sure she was. She knew for a fact that Bobby was dead, the only survivors being her and Lorraine. The news even said so. 

“Yeah… she said she would teach me real sex the next morning because RJ wasn’t good at it apparently,” Lorraine admitted shyly. Maxine nodded.

“It’s ok if you like girls,” she then reassured. “I do like them too,” she admitted. Lorraine looked over before she smiled. 

“I think I do too,” Lorraine confided. Maxine nodded with a smile. She was happy to hear Lorraine say it.

After lunch the 2 girls proceeded to walk to the horses, Lorraine learning to ride using only one hand. It was good her horse was gentle too. They weren’t riding today though, no they were just going to clean them out. That was usually Lorraine fussing with them while Maxine put in the work but she wouldn’t complain about their dynamics. She loved it. Both girls were just glad to be out alive. Lorraine wanted more with Maxine though but she wouldn’t say it out loud, not just yet at least. 

Both girls needed to heal first, Maxine hiding her pain easily. They would need to cope with it though before they could go further. If that was even possible.

-

A month later, Maxine had finally processed everything and was starting to get better. Lorraine was getting better physically too and mentally. Sure, she had her moments but they were bound to. The 2 girls were currently on a picnic near the fishing lake as they were just looking out. They were holding hands though, as usual for them as they showed their love for physical affection. Lorraine’s parents also knew of Lorraine’s crush and they accepted it. They trusted Maxine after all, she had saved their daughter's life. They also had given a good idea to Maxine on how to ask her out. So far the picnic was working. Both girls had eaten the packed foods, minus the breadsticks as they had packed quite a lot. They could have them as a snack later on though. 

“Are we allowed to swim in the pond?” Maxine asked curiously.

“Yeah. There is no danger at all,”  Lorraine spoke with a smile, looking at the taller girl. Maxine nodded and stood up, holding her hand out. 

“Come along ma’am for we shall take a dip,” Maxine joked around. Lorraine laughed but she nodded. Once near the edge, both girls stripped to just their underwear. Well, panties only since both the girls weren’t wearing bras. It was too hot for them and they weren’t going anywhere. The girls proceeded to swim and splash each other, laughing as they joked about. That was when Maxine got closer to her and smiled. “You don’t know how much I want to kiss you,” Maxine stated quietly. 

“Please do,” Lorraine spoke back as if she was dating her. Maxine grinned before she held Lorraine’s side and kissed her gently. She was going to treat her like a princess. Lorraine meanwhile was happy with Maxine. Much happier than she ever was with RJ.

This was love.

[little-cereal-draws]

ok I need witchy help again. There's a grove of trees behind my dorm that's being cut down and I know there's nothing I can physically do to stop it but I want to protect the animals that live there.

There are two barbed wire fences and a highway separating us so I've never actually been in it, but I've been spending several hours a day looking at this grove for abt a year and a half. There's a shipping company located behind the trees and semitrucks with shipping containers drive around it. Idk what company it is but now they're cutting down the trees, adding lights that block out the stars, and paving over it. I watched them rip about a fourth of it out with their machinery this morning.

It makes me so fucking furious I want to go over there and tell them to stop and so sad that I want to cry. Those trees have been such an important part of my own mental health even if I can't get close to them and I know SO many creatures live there. I've started having stress dreams abt them ripping it out when they started abt a week ago and a lot of my dreams involved using magic to stop it.

I tried googling it but I couldn't find any protective charms or spells for the environment, they were all protection for yourself that uses the environment. I don't want to want to hex that company, I just want to protect the animals that live there and give them a new place to stay. I am a baby witch who's also a broke/busy college student so smth that's quick and easy would be preferred but I'll take anything.

More of my angry rant under the cut bc I'm furious

List of animals that I've seen living in the trees and in the small swamp in front of it over the years:

opossums

multiple families of raccoons

a cat colony with kittens

eight different species of frogs

cranes

many different species of corvid

owls

bats

a family of red shouldered hawks

vultures

rabbits

foxes

many different species of jay

snakes

leeches (yes they deserve to be saved too)

turtles

skinks

lizards

geckos

many different species of insects, there's no way I can list them all

hummingbirds

mourning doves

a singular alligator

Every single fucking day I watch the cranes fly East to sleep on the river as the sun sets. I've seen them fly West to the swamps as the sun rises too. I saw two vultures courting the other day. The raccoons, cats, and opossums don't run from me anymore and will happily let me get within a few feet of them (I never try to touch them). I know exactly which trees the bats live in. I saw a moth that was bright blue and orange, mimicking a species of wasp. I saw a species of hawk I had never seen before. I talk and sing to the trees even if there are no animals there. That was the only place I've seen a wild fox. The cranes land in the swamp and hunt the frogs. There's a huge bullfrog that lives in the back corner. I've saved baby snakes and turtles from cars. They both easily fit in the palm of my hand. I thought I found an injured bird the other day and was totally ready to help it even though I don't know how (it turned out to be fine, just behaving really strangely). Every time it rains, I go out and pick worms off the sidewalk for hours. The trees are where I go to get away from the stress of my schoolwork, my two jobs, and my roommates.

I need this ecosystem so fucking much, I have hung so much of my mental health on it and now they're coming in and ripping it out and paving over it!!!! They're putting more barbed wire, more pavement, more streetlights. I want to see the tall grass and the puddles and the trees and the hills not a FUCKING PARKING LOT WITH TRUCKS BEHIND A FENCE. I AM SO SCARED FOR THE CREATURES THAT LIVE THERE, I NEED THEM TO BE OK. EVEN IF I LOSE THE TREES, I'LL FEEL BETTER KNOWING THAT THE ANIMALS ARE SOMEPLACE SAFE. THERE'S A HIGHWAY LITERALLY ON ALL SIDES, I DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE THEY CAN GO. I NEED THEM TO BE OK

[novankenn]

Perfection - A Homecoming (Ch3)

Joan: It's in the truck. You have any bags?

Joan eyed the two rucksacks at Jaune and Pyrrha's feet.

Pyrrha: Just what's here.

Joan: Grab 'em and let's get going... it's a long bumpy ride to Perfection.

Jaune and Pyrrha grabbed their bags, and quickly fell into step behind Joan. It wasn't a long walk off the landing field and into the parking lot. Pyrrha stopped in her tracks at the sight of the "truck".

Pyrrha: That's the "truck"?

Joan: Quite the sight ain't she.

Pyrrha: It is... but what is it?

Jaune: This girl here, is a repurposed M113 armoured troop carrier.

Pyrrha: And you guys call that a truck? It has tracks, and a machine gun!

Joan: Best for getting where we're going, and don't knock the M2... it's saved our asses more than once.

Pyrrha: From what?

Joan: Grimm, Shriekers, and that one time with a graboid...

Pyrrha: Shriekers? Graboid? Are those types of grimm?

Jaune: Shit Joan! I was going to try and ease her into it, and you go and drop that on her! You ass!

Joan: Well sorry, Mister I'm too good to call my family, because I ran off like a scalded cat!

Jaune: I had to!

Joan: BULLSHIT!

Jaune: really? REALLY? What was I going to do here? Waste away up in Perfection, maybe get in with a local gal from Ansel... knock her up and start a family?

Joan: If you weren't so dense and oblivious you would have seen plenty of girls that would have loved for you to do just that to them!

Pyrrha: Ah guys?

Jaune: Fuck you! I have dreams!

Joan: Screw you and your dreams! You ran out on us! If you had been here like you should have been maybe... maybe...

Jaune: Don't you even TRY...

Pyrrha: JAUNE! JOAN!

Joan / Jaune: WHAT?

Pyrrha: Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. You've both said we have a long trip yet, and it would be a much better one if you two weren't about to kill each other.

Joan: Shit! Shit! Shit!

Jaune: Okay. Okay.

Pyrrha: I can tell there is some stuff that you two need to settle, but and this is just a suggestion, it would be better to do that in private?

Joan: You right. You want your kit Jaune? It's in the back.

Jaune: Okay, thanks.

Pyrrha watched Jaune move around to the back of the truck, and drop the ramp, before climbing inside. Joan took that time to move up closer to her.

Joan: Pyrrha, I'm sorry you had to see that, I am. Things are a little...

Pyrrha: It's okay. This is a stressful time for you all, and I won't pretend to understand, but I'm a good listener if you ever feel like just talking.

Joan: Thanks. Might take you up on that. There is something you really should know and understand, okay?

Pyrrha: Okay, and that is?

Joan: If things start getting weird, and Jaune or I tell you to do something, don't argue, don't question... just do it. Okay?

Pyrrha: Okay? Can I know why?

Joan: You'll live longer, and maybe get a chance to actual snag my dense idiot of a brother.

Pyrrha's face bloomed crimson, and she struggled to will it away before Jaune could notice.

Jaune: You wanted me to drive right Joan?

Pyrrha was a little shocked to see Jaune in his "kit" as he exited the truck. He was now wearing a plate-carrier with a tactical vest over his hoodie, and also had a sidearm strapped to his right thigh.

Joan: You have the keys... remember?

Jaune: Alright. Mount up!

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[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Can you share a piece of the second prologue?

Sure!

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  With ice cream in hand the group moved back to the van, Jake popping the trunk so the kids could sit in it. Tuk, Kiri and Lo’ak easily fit, leaving Spider and Neteyam to stand. The car next to them was doing the same, the kids sitting in the truck of their car while their mom stood, holding her ice cream in one hand, smoking a cigarette with the other, the second hand smoke wafting in the Sully’s direction. Spider was oblivious to this until the smoke hit his nostrils. Like a punch to the chest his airways constricted. He coughed violently, Neteyam rushing to his side, taking Spider’s ice cream in one hand, placing the other on his back to steady him. “Spider, what's wrong?”

      Spider tried to answer but his throat was too tight. He could barely breathe, feeling as though he was trying to suck in air through a plugged straw. Jake wheeled up to him, instantly going into military mode, “he’s having an asthma attack,” he said calmly, “Lo’ak get up. Spider come sit down,” Jake and Neteyam both led him to the car by a hand on his back. Once he was seated Jake asked, “is your inhaler in your pocket?” Spider nodded yes, his hand moving to clumsily fish it out. Jake gently stopped him, “let me get it for you. You just relax and try to stay calm.” Even under distress, Spider felt himself getting annoyed as Jake reached into his pocket, easily pulling out Spider’s inhaler. He was more than capable of handling an asthma attack alone. He sure as hell didn’t need the embarrassment of the entire family watching him with worry or coddling him,

     Jake brought the inhaler to his lips. Spider reached up to try and rip it straight from his hands but Jake held firm. “Spider calm down. I know this is scary. Just let me help you. I’m going to give you your medicine now, just take the deepest breath you can okay,” I fucking know, Spider’s mind screamed as Jake administered his meds, his windpipe instantly easing. “That’s it. Good job. Just breathe slowly.” Spider felt so humiliated. He hadn’t looked around yet but he knew Jake’s fussing over him was making a scene. “Do you think you need another puff…”

     “I’m good,” Spider growled 

      Spider just caught the faint look of surprise in Jake's eyes from Spider’s harsh tone, but the man expertly hid his feelings behind a stoic mask. “Good. Let’s just sit here a little longer…”

     “I can handle myself! I don’t need you babying me.”

      Jake held his hands up in surrender not wanting to further stress his foster son, “what do you need then Spider?” 

     Spider finally looked around catching the worried expressions of not only the Sully kids, but passersby that stopped to watch the commotion. It made him anxious. He was too exposed. Too vulnerable. “I need to be alone.”

     Jake nodded, “let's go home then.” The kids all piled into the car, Neteyam taking the front seat, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk all taking the middle seats so Spider could sit by himself in the very back. The entire van stayed deathly quiet the entire drive home.

[snarkylinda]

*Slams table* Spencer's Cowboy AU on 15x7 is living rent-free on my head so I decided to expand on it cause it's literally so wholesome and adorable- take it as a sort of celebration of me finally ending the show? I guess?? I had yet to watch Face Off and In the End but that is technically the finale so-

Spencer only mentions what he, J.J, Rossi and Penelope's roles would be in this tiny little town, so I will go ahead and assume that the rest of the guys are fellow cowboys and cowgirls, because I am imagining the aesthetic and uh-huh, it's serving.

I am pretty sure the AU is meant to be the modern version of cowboys, who had mostly evolved to using trucks but Spencer Reid is Spencer Reid so he goes full old style and uses a horse (well, "uses" is really loose here, he mostly just walks beside it and ride with the other guys lmao think of the very few times we see him drive in canon for reference), so does Luke, because I am convinced he has a soft spot for every animal and horses are cool as shit; the rest uses cars or motos for practicably's sake but when it comes to it all of them can ride like crazy. Yes, even J.J. with her silly lil flower shop.

Emily became this sheriff-ish person shortly after Hotch stepped down to live on the camp with his son in peace, but she is mostly at Rossi's drinking everything he has and making jabs at the town's politicians and how much they take out of her- a really wasted sheriff ends up being taken back to her home in a horse as her roomies watch with concern.

And yes, Emily and Spencer are roomies on this. Everyone that is not married and/or with kids (tho I made an few exceptions-) is someone's roomie on this, actually. Because it would be CUTE and the whole thing on Spence's mind is that everyone is on the same small town and he is so right- On 13x15 Spencer is loafing around Em's apparent like is his damn house so lmao, more to who is who's roomie down below but let's just say that Aristoteles (Spence's horse) had been riding (riden?? I dunno english is dumb) by a really wasted Emily that by his actual owner. The fucking thing rolls his eyes at her.

Rossi works with Ashley Seaver, who until before he re-married Chysta was the only other occupant of his saloon/home- and even after he ties the knot still is, don't worry. I just think in canon that their bond is really sweet and I can't really see her as another cowgirl- so an fellow bartender it is.

And speaking of minor girlies- On J.J's shop, she works with Jordan Todd who takes care of everything when she is on matertiny leave (or just busy with the kids in general) and -after a bad experience with a violent robber- ex-cowgirl Elle Greenaway. Before meeting Will and stuff, JJ and Jordan were roomies but ever since she became a family woman, Jordan moved to Elle's (and they kiss because that would be cool-) a little, modest house near J.J's shop. Pretty much everytime some of the Cow-fellows got hurt or something doing their job they would work for a while at J.J's or Rossi's, but Seaver, Jordan and Elle stayed there cause they preferred that life.

And speaking of former cowboys/girls- there had been a number of them that had retired and sold their cattle and bigger lands to settle in and have a nice little family. As I mentioned before, Hotch was the Sheriff before deciding to devote his time to being with Jack most of the time, so he is enjoying that sweet retirement money on an lil house near J.J's shop so his son can grow next to his "cousins".

Kate was a similar case- after getting pregnant, she hang the rope up and started to work on the little market near her home, selling her friend's farms products.

Alex was a cowgirl for an while and actually taught Spencer some things, but after an stressed cow almost kick his fucking head off his torso she went full "nope" and started teaching at the town's one and only's college, she and James lives near Spencer and Emily's tho so occasionally they read together.

And finally Derek was something like Hotch's second on command for an while but after finding love and stuff he became something like the town's handyman, so he could spend more time with newly born Hank. He was Spencer's roomie before Emily but the night he left, Reid gave him one of his cows as an "never forget me" present so lil Hank could be raised near these critters they had loved so much and raised together for 11 years- everyone is all ".....he is literally moving next door- you can WALK to everyone's house here!" but that don't stop the not very straight hug and tears.

Yes, Gideon is dead on here too- sorry but Spencer without some kind of trauma ain't Spencer- he just fell out of his horse after it got scared by thunder. (hehe, giving lore to what Reid's deal with ridding Aristoteles is-)

Stephen is alive tho. He plays Jazz with his band on Rossi's and is overall living his best life.

Luke and Tara are roomies. He used to be Matt's but *points to the Derek and Spencer's segment* family and kids happened, so Tara moved in shortly after she left her fiance. They live on a farm on the other side of town- (the Spen&Em farm is near the congress, theirs is closer to the dessert's part of it) They mostly have sheep instead of cows tho, since Roxy here is a herding dog and Tara used to be a veterinarian before moving to town. She didn't knew she wanted to be a cowgirl in one of the Spen&Em's cows escaped and went wild on town and she didn't fucking hesitate to take Luke's rope and handle the thing- since she decided to make girlbossing with cows and sheep her whole path in life. Luke also does patrols across town to keep order and stuff, but his night duties are mostly.... trap cows that a very drunk Sheriff had accidentally let out of her own farm. Look she is trying ok? and it's really funny. During the day, since Tara looks after the farm when she is not serving cunt, he helps at Penelope's, which brings me to...

Like Reid said in the famous scene, she works in an animal shelter. PG looks after literally anything that moves- since dogs and cats to that one snake that Tara brought with her from her first job (much to everyone's horror but she loves Noddle so everyone can suck it) and while she didn't "like" Luke at first (quote "this town is not big enough for two cowboys" ignoring the fact she is friends with 3 active cowboys- cowpeople?....cowboys.) but after he brought her his dog and horse, they started to bond over it and she pretty much goes to his home every single night since his farm has the most animals (remember that Tara is a former vet-) and also because that ever since Derek got an life and Emily moved out of her little coon she had been feeling a bit lonely and there is so much that dogs and cows can help with that.

Matt is the only active cowboy with family- But that is because he is more on the rescuer side- like a firefighter, the cow on the name is just the aesthetic lmao- so his horary is way more flexible since he doesn't has to actually watch for a herd or an alcoholic roomie.

An overall, despite the constant storms and other incidents, because the general population is really fucking dumb, despite the occasional tragedy and how many times that fucking cow leaves the farm and makes everyone's lives harder- at the end of the day, Cowboy Spencer just sits on the grass, a horse that is more of an assigned driver that an actual horse by his side, a stressed Sheriff with a killer hangover that is begging him to help her fill the taxes and a book on his lap as he is trying to explain the depth of the Odessey to his cow Mildret, and everything is good.

[pokechbi]

Chapter 2 <3

"What the fuck, Cassidy." Here we go again.. I thought to myself. I can never catch a break. 

Mark gets out of the driver's side and slams the door. Hard. I almost flinch, but the encounter we just had with that Detective had to be the most humbling thing that had happened to Mark. And that pleased me. I was distracted in my own thoughts when Mark yelled at me to help him unload our belongings from the car. 

Well if you're the strong man you claim to be, do it your fucking self. I almost giggled. I was loving my newfound confidence. I was happy that I had something to distract myself mentally. I had some hope for my new start. 

As I get out of the passenger side door, I inhale the cold, crisp, misty air that smelled of grass and dew. I smiled at the freshness of the cold suburban air, glad that I can breathe again. While I missed the sunny, bustling climate of Miami, I won't say that it isn't congested and loud. And very hot. The winter quietness of my new little place was refreshing. 

"You seem to like it here already" Mark says. I didn't ask for his two cents.

"I do love it. It's so fresh and quiet. I'm glad we came." I say. I'd better stay on his good side for now if I actually want to enjoy it here. At least until I'm ready to haul ass away from him. 

"Now that's more like it. See how we have such good times when you're grateful for what I do for us?" He chuckles. He walks away from his side of the car where he's unloading, and approaches me. He puts an arm around my shoulders and kisses my forehead. Don't cringe. Don't cringe. I lean into his shoulder, and smile as we look at our quaint little house. The exterior paint was gray and white, with a rounded exterior window. I couldn't wait to get inside. Hopefully it had more than one bedroom so I can make one of them my space. Somewhere to de-stress and relax. 

While Mark and I were unloading the rest of our things, we saw a run-down RV slowly drive past us. I looked through the driver's side, which had tinted windows and was only cracked a smidge. Hm. With all of these nice houses, who would be driving that kind of RV? The window suddenly rolled down some more, and I got a glance of a kid with messy long hair, and outdated 70s glasses. How weird. I thought to myself. 

"What's an RV like that doing in a neighborhood like this?" I say. 

"I don't know, but it gives me the fuckin creeps. Hopefully he's just drivin' past. We don't need no creeps around here doin' some shady shit." Mark replies. 

"Yeah." Like he'd actually protect me if something happened. I want to chuckle, but I hold it. "Let's just get inside" I sigh. 

...

Unpacking is always an unwanted chore that I hate. I sat on the patio steps, getting as much of that crisp November air that I fell in love with just a few hours ago. The sun was setting, and I wanted to watch it set while sitting on my new, but temporary patio.

I didn't have much, but we planned on shopping for stuff anyway later on in the week. There wasn't much space to fit a lot of things in our Miami apartment, so we didn't bring much. Plus, Mark was too cheap to rent a movers van, and we only had a rinky dink pick up truck to hold us over.

I had lined up an office job before I got here, but wasn't starting until two weeks after today. I had some time to kill while Mark went to work at some office downtown in the bustling part of Conyers. 

"Babe, I start working at that new place downtown tomorrow. You gonna be alright alone here?" Speak of the devil, and he appears. 

"Yeah, I'll be alright. I'll just do some cleaning and setting up the house." I say nonchalantly. 

"Good girl, that's what I like to hear." 

Yeah, whatever, Mark. As if I do everything for him, and only him. I only want peace, tranquility, and my old self back. I couldn't wait for him to go to work, and leave me be. Back in Miami, he barely worked, and baited his parents into giving us money for a house. Mark's parents were filthy rich and provided him with what he needed, but wanted nothing to do with me or their freeloading son. If only they knew. I wasn't the bad guy here.

"Anna!" "Joy!" We heard distant yelling from a street ahead of us. It was a boy and the lady from the family from before, only missing the blonde little girl, and the tall, lumberjack man that was with them.

"I guess their little girl ran off to play somewhere. I hope she's alright. It's getting pretty cold for her to be outside" I say. 

"Whatever, not our problem" What an ass. It was a cold night, and they're calling out for their child. How dense can you be, Mark?  "You comin', or are you gonna sit here all night like a loner. You'll get sick or somethin' and then I'll have to care of you. Come on." He knees me in the shoulder, and that did it for my peaceful sunset watching. 

... 

I walk into the house, reeking of paint and the faint smell of our old Miami apartment floating off of our belongings. 

"I'm goin' to bed. I'll shower before work tomorrow. You comin?" 

"Yeah, I'll be up soon, I'll just sit here on the couch for a while." The house came with a couch from the previous owner, but it was corduroy, my favorite material. The couch looked relatively unused and didn't smell like anything really. Just fabric. 

"I thought you hated that material, Cass. Don't worry, we'll get a new couch soon. Just give your man some time to work for it." 

Was that his attempt at a gesture? What a man. Couldn't even remember that this material is my favorite.

I sigh, and lie my head on the couch's armrest. "I guess so, but I'll be good for now. See you soon." He approaches me and kisses my forehead. 

"Night, Cass"

Hopefully he falls asleep before I manage to get up there.