#when i told you i was giffing bible's hands boots?

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it’s about - you know - the hands

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Doctor Love | Berlin

Requested by anon:  So okay okay, I had this idea a few days ago, and since your requests are open I'm gonna slide in real quick :)is it okay if I request a little scenario where like, u know when Berlino does that dumb thing of self sacrificing becuz he's gonna die anyway? What if his girlfriend/reader has been searching for a cure for his illness and before he can get himself killed she goes in the bank and tells him and somehow they manage to escape from the bank? No pressure if the idea doesn't appeal u! Ily!!

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: spoilers of season 2! maybe swearing, mentions of violence, guns, the whole shabang

Note: not my gif! Okay, so I’m in love with this request!! It took me a little longer to write, because I wanted to get it perfect. Let me just say I’m not a doctor, so I have no idea if there is a cure for the illness he has, but Imma try! Hope you like it darling! Thanks for the request and love you too! xx

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‘I’m sick. I have an illness called Helmer’s myopathy. It’s a muscle degenerative disease, which means that my muscles get weaker and weaker until my heart muscles can’t keep up anymore. If I’m lucky I have four months left,’ he told you like it was nothing; like it was answer to a question on a pubquiz. He held your hands in his, knowing it would break your heart and dreams of a future with him.

‘Andrés..’ you whispered, ‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ He sighed and gently shook his head.

‘It’s uncurable, princess. I have medicine that I have to take every few hours that make it somewhat acceptable, but I wanted you to know.’

You visibly broke down. Even though you were always someone who never wanted to show any emotion besides happiness and anger, but this was different shit. Your hands were shaking, body trembing as you tried to understand that everything you had imagined yourself doing with Andrés would be nothing more than a dream. It simply didn’t make sence. Being together with Andrés for more than six months, you’d hoped he would be more open towards you and share what was going on with him. You felt your throat closing up, eyes filling with tears.

This illness was just the cherry on top for him. The man had done terrible things in his life and could mark off just about any sin in the Bible. Stealing, robbing, charming women. Karma was getting her way back to him and all he could do was accept his fate. It came across as cold to you. All this time you planned this whole life for you two together, but he knew that would never come true.

‘No! This is cruel! You let me believe we would be together for the rest of our lives, hell, you told me you wanted to marry me when you got out! You knew even if you made it out alive, you wouldn’t live longer than summer. You’ve done some terrible things in your life Andrés, but this..’ you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. ‘This is just rude.’

The sadness you felt quickly turned into anger as you kept yelling at him, hitting him in the chest. He knew better than to interrupt you and tell you that everything would be okay, because he just now realized it wouldn’t be okay. He would die and leave you behind. Period.

‘I knew you were a self-centred bastard! You always play these mind games and somehow make everyone get on their knees for you! Is that all I am to you, huh?! Some game to find how far you can go? Because let me tell you Andrés, this game is finished. Game. Over,’ you hissed. You threw your hands up in the air and stormed out.

That was more than four weeks ago. In the meantime you had spoken again and this time the anger had disappeared and just cried. That was all you could do. You had accepted that you would most likely be a widdow before summer and that broke your heart, but you also wanted to fight. Andrés told you there was no cure to his illness, but there was hope burning inside you and you did everything in your power to still find that cure. Whether it meant getting no sleep for the next few weeks or not.

Andrés would soon be leaving for the big robbery and you had spent every second of the day being with him and holding him close. The times where you would have rough sex the entire day were over; it was now making love. He was gentle to you, making you breakfast in bed even though he could easily ask one of the maids to do it and even buying you nice dresses in colours that matched your eyes.

Without him knowing, you contacted one of your best friends who worked at the lab of a university and asked him if he could do more research on medicine for muscle-related illnesses. He said he had some information that he wanted to share with you, but that meant you had to visit him.

‘Babe, I’m gonna have to run to Macy really quickly. Think you’ll be okay?’ you asked. Macy was your sister and seven months pregnant, so it often happened that you visited her to help her with something. That way he wouldn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how he did it, but he always seemed to know what you were up to.

‘Of course, princess. Give her a kiss for me, okay?’ he winked, giving you a kiss on the lips. You lightly slapped his chest.

‘Be back for dinner,’ you told him. Out of the blue, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him. He leaned down and you could feel his breath on your neck. Shivers send down your spine.

‘Your ass looks great in those jeans,’ he whispered, placing a light kiss on your neck and slapping you on the bottom. You giggled and pushed yourself away from him.

‘Bye!’ you called, waving him goodbye and walking out the door. You soon arrived at the university and was met by your friend who was waiting for you outside. You greeted each other with a hug and quickly got to work. He told you about the compositions of the different medications and what effect they had on what part of the muscle.

‘Isn’t there any way we could find a way to make this medicine last longer? This is the medication he uses now to keep it under control for a few hours,’ you gave him a syringe filled with the medicine and he studied it. He took the bottle from you and studied it contents.

‘There are some elements of this medicine that also appear in this,’ he pointed to a beaker filled with a milky white liquid. ‘I should be able to find a connection that makes this last longer.’

‘Is there anything I can do? I feel so hopeless not being able to do anything,’ you mumbled.

‘You did a great job already by giving me this. Is it okay if I keep the syringe? I need something that we know works, even if it isn’t permanent,’ he said. You nodded and waved your hand.

‘Of course. Anything to help find a cure. Thank you for doing this. I can’t even explain how much this means to me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t at least tried,’ you told him. He turned to look at you and gave you a hug. 

‘That’s what I’m here for. If I find anything, I’ll let you know, okay?’

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It was the fifth day of the heist. Andrés had been gone for almost three weeks now, being busy with training and all. He obviously knew about the plan already, but being the passionate man he is, wanted to go over every single detail again. He couldn’t afford making any mistakes. The goodbye was hard. You cried loudly as he held you close, whispering little reasuring words in your ear. You were thankful for Sergio. He kept you updated on everything that was going on, but didn’t tell you any details or steps of the plan. You didn’t want to either; it was scary enough without knowing how everything went down in there.

It was now wednesday and you were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t heard from Sergio in two days and it started to worry you. The news wasn’t exactly uplifting too. Andrés’ face was displayed all over every tv channel, name heard on every radio station and seen on every wall in Spain. Your heart fell even lower when the news announced he was sick. The smug inspector worked on you nerves as she spoke about him like he was an animal. Sure, the man had done things that broke the law, but he never killed anyone nor hurt any woman.

‘Fuck,’ you cursed under your breath. Suddenly your phone rang and the called ID showed Alex, your friend at the lab. Your heartbeat increased and you were anxious about what he was about to say. You picked up the phone and heard his loud voice. A tearful smile made it’s way on your face as you heard him say those three words you so desperately longed to hear.

‘I have it! I have the cure!’ he yelled. You jumped up and raced towards the university where he was already waiting on you. The hug you shared was one filled with hapiness.

‘Okay, he needs to inject this like he did with the other medicine. This is enough to last until november. I have some of it still in the lab so I produce more and work more on the duration of it. I can’t promise it will work for the rest of his life, but for now it’ll do,’ he spoke. You said goodbye and rushed to Sergio’s hide-out. The medicine you held in your hands would give him at least eight more months and until then Alex had a better cure. You burst through the doors and Sergio jumped up. You could see the whole that had been dug in the floor. You turned to Sergio and burst into tears of joy.

‘He’s not leaving us, Sergio. He’s staying. With you, with me. He’s staying,’ you rushed. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and the rush of adrenaline was so high, you thought you’d pass out. Your words seemed to land as he slowly moved towards you. His gaze fell on the little box you were holding and his eyes flickered from the black object to the hole in the floor and tears welled in his eyes.

‘I have to get it to him, Sergio. He needs to know there is something out here for him. You and I both you the man is up to something. Let me go in there, please!’ you pleaded. He quickly snapped out his trance and gave you a red suit and black boots to finish the look.

‘When you get to the indside, wait inside the vault. No one knows you’re getting in and that way you won’t get attacked. Take this with you,’ he pushed a fake gun in your hands and you placed it in the holster on your thigh. ‘Goodluck.’

When you were about to enter, you heard a lot of noise coming from the computer. The police had broken in. He nodded to you and you ran as quickly as you could through the tunnel. When you entered the vault, you were met by two people. A young man with dark hair and a woman with blonde curls. They looked suprised to see you and the man pointed a gun at you.

‘Serg- El Professor send me. I’m Berlin’s girl,’ you quickly said, stumbling over your words. Sure, you were carrying a gun with you, but it was a fake. Having a real gun pointed at you made you nearly shit your pants. When the girl pointed out I was carrying a gun and came through the only way out, he lowered the gun and craweled through the tunnel. It wasn’t hard to find Berlin as he came running in the direction of where you were coming from. You caught the stares of the other people who nodded at you and went on with their duties.

‘Berlin, babe!’ you called, making him freeze.

‘What are you doing here, princess? It’s not safe for you. They’ll come running through those halls any minute now,’ he sternly said, turning around and grabbing you firmly by the arm. ‘Leave, now!’

‘No, I’m not leaving. I came here to tell you I found a cure,’ you breathed and everyone around you froze. ‘You didn’t know, but I’ve been doing research for a medicine and I’ve found it. The first dose should work ‘till November. After that I’ll have a much stronger and longer working dose.’

‘Princess, I told you to leave,’ he said more firmly this time. You didn’t move.

‘Like I said, I’m not leaving. Not without you anyway. You promised me a life that I could only dream of and now we can have it. I love you with all my heart. I can’t loose you. Not now, not ever.’ Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged the man you loved so much to trust you and come with you.

‘Leave, now. Helsinki, take her with you,’ he ordered the bulky man behind you, but he didn’t move.

‘Love is a passionate thing, Berlin. I don’t know this woman, but she found a cure for your uncurable disease. That’s literally doing the impossible. You have five seconds to decide to leave with this woman or I’ll take you with me. Don’t look away when you have everything in front of you,’ he spoke. He turned his attention to you and you gave him a grateful smile. He smiled back and nodded.

‘Will you please come with me? If you don’t come with me, I’ll stay with you. I either die with you or leave with you, you decide,’ you stated. He looked at the box you held in your hand and realized how much he loved you. Moving towards you, he passionately smashed his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t filled with lust, but relief and gratefulness.

‘As soon as we walk out those doors, I’m marrying you. No exceptions,’ he mumbled against your lips. You nodded and held him closer.

‘That was the plan.’

You heard the policemen run behind you and Helsinki was quick to throw a grenade. Berlin pushed you all inside and bowed your head in his chest. Once the grenade had exploded, you all rushed back and blew up the tunnel. You joined Sergio and Helsinki in the back of the truck, leaning against Andrés.

‘There are no words to explain how much I love you, princess. No words.’

The two of you left to Cuba, where you got married soon after you arrived. The wedding was on the beach, your white dress flowing around you while you stared at the man you could finally call your husband. Only a month after the wedding you surprised Andrés by telling you were pregnant.

‘You are my heart, my soul and my everything. Thank you for being my wife and everything I’ve ever wished for.’

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A Scarlet Dream II

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Gif credit: whenimaunicorn

A/N: No warnings other than batshit crazy bitch margrethe.

When you awoke the next morning, it was to the glare of sunshine in your quarters. The french doors that led out to the balcony were pulled apart against the chirping of free forest dwelling birds. All of Commander Ubbe’s land was surrounded by the sprawl of the forest. Rows of hedge and high arching black iron gates kept larger animals out-- but also were intended to keep you inside as well. You heard more than one story about a rogue omega trying to escape into the woods where creatures of far darker intent lay.

“Miss lady, it’s time to get up. Mistress Margrethe wants you up before long.” A warm, humble voice that sounded like a fresh slice of apple pie soothed your heart. You met this girl yesterday, Ane. She was of an older age than you, approaching her later forties. Her skin was deep ochre, tinted like that of ruddy clay.

“Isn’t it a bit early Miss Ane?” You shiver as you sit up in a the crimson nightdress that graces your shoulders. She smelled of a beta. That meant she likely was one as well, considering all unbreedable omegas were cast either to death or sex trafficking rings. She was gorgeous-- you could see way the Commander kept her.

“Nope!” She chaps her plush lips at you. “It’s time for you to get set so you can see the commander off to work. It’s how he likes his women.”

His women? You’re hardly that. You’re nothing but a toy to settle in his children. Still, you nod as you slide out of bed. The floor is like the snow of a winter morning. You convince yourself to get up and wander to your dresser. A simple thing with no afforded luxuries. The drawer squeaks as you pull it out, looking over your many gowns for the right one. You slip off your smock and slip on a skirt that would be worn for the day.

Ane saunters over to you, pulling a crimson corset across your breasts. She begins to figure with the laces when there is a loud cracking knock at the door. Ane looks to the door apprehensively as you hold the corset on your breast.

“Good morning.” Came a thick, deep voice.

“She ain’t decent.” Ane says fearlessly. On the other side of the door, there is a contended grunt.

“May I come in?” He asks. You scramble to cover your self as Ane pulls the laces tight. Don’t let him, she tells you. Who told an Alpha no? They were known to have temper tantrums! You hold the corset against your breast when you finally answer.

“Come in.” You turn away from him toward your modest doors that streamed in a bounty of light. The door would squeal apart. His boots clack upon your cool floors. Ane fidgers her nimble fingers against the laces of your corset, pulling each and every piece of ribbon through their individual holes before pulling them tight.

“Good morning commander.” You attempt to cut through this awkwardness. It’s untypical for him to be here, improper to be around a fertile woman when his did not know of such interactions. Ane’s presence here lessens the blow some, but you know much better than to melt like those sweet butter cookies that you had the other night.

Ane pulls the ribbon tight. Tight enough that you stumble back against the muscular chest that stands behind you. You quickly realize that no-- it’s not Ane whose firm, deliciously calloused hands has pulled your corset in tight. It’s the Commander, dipping his lips across the shell of your ear. Your chest felt weighed down by ice, hardly breathing at all when he leans in, nose crooking in the waves of your hair uncombed from your sleep.

“Very good morning to you, my little rose.” Ubbe husks. His hands are shifting, tying the back of your corset in a forceful bow. Saliva seems to have clogged your throat like a solid because all you can do is gasp as he turns you around to face him. Your hands are tight on your skirts as Ubbe looks behind himself to Ane, who has busied herself with making your bed, then back to you.

“Commander, sir… shouldn’t you not be here?” You chalk out the words with stumbling fingers at your heavy skirts. Ubbe’s arms fold firmly over his slender chest in his tight black suit, a red tie kissing the beginning of his ruddy beard.

“This is my house, isn’t it?” Ubbe sways, raising his eyebrows slightly as he looks down upon you. You have to look away. Those brilliant blue eyes are feeding you lies, lies that you swear upon your bible will land you straight into bed. For better-- or for worse.

“Yes s-sir, commander. I did not mean it in such a way.” You choke out.

The curt straight line of his lips pulls into a smile. “Of course you didn’t. I came to help push along your heat.”

“Sir?”

His back stiffens up straight as he stands upright, coaxing you to look into his eyes. With such a look, your knees are suddenly feeling weak. If he hadn’t been amused before, he was now. He snickers in a decadent hum. “I want your heat, you know.” He says, pausing before continuing. “You’re throwing me into an early rut.”

Your mind flew out the window with that. It wasn’t uncommon-- alphas could be thrown into insanity just as omegas could. That was why it was so important for Omegas to stick to one alpha. Breeding races, bets in which alphas chased and bred omegas for sport, had been outlawed. Now, like civilized people Omegas were bred to one Alpha. They would carry out their duties within fertile years and either be kept or disposed of. Most often by their mistresses.

Ubbe jerks in front of you, his firm frame towering over yours. Fly aways from his hair tickle your face. You convince yourself that it is better to look at that nasty scar above his eyebrow than melt. Anything to curb the ache that begins to burn in your core. Yesterday had began the onset of your heat. But now… now, you feel it radiating deep within your warm channel.

“Oh…” You stammer, finding that the clock in your room trills with the coming of a new hour. Ubbe snaps back, head shaking as if he had been far too taken with you. You clear your throat as you look to finish dressing.

“I’m late.” Ubbe murmurs, slipping out of the room with no more than a passing goodbye to Ane. As soon as the door slid shut, you heard her humming behind you.

“He is a buncha bad news.” She warns you, fluffing your pillows. “All his brothers are too.”

Brothers? You wince as you slide on your bodice. You weren’t aware that he had brothers. Then again, for an alpha, no one needed to know about other alphas. They were incredibly territorial. Then again--

“Ane!” Margrethe was hollering through the home and you were shuddering, rushing to dress as if Margrethe didn’t know where Ubbe had come down from. A short huffed out breath escapes her lips, and she would scrunch her button of a nose at you.

“If you want my advice, you listen to Mistress Margrethe and remember why you here. He might own this house but she owns that cute little ass of yours. And if she don’t like what you’re doing, you’re ass is grass.” Ane slips out behind the tall arching door. Your bones went stiff-- how would you ever manage that?

She invited you to knit with her.

“Drink some tea.” Margrethe sat upon a deep red velvety couch. The weight of her costly starry blue skirts took up much of the skirts, glistening like stars with the gemstones. She was knitting Ubbe a new blanket to take on his trips throughout the country. She had been quick to tell you all about that as you sat-- just as she liked, quiet.

“I can’t.” You look to the gold edged teacup.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Margrethe flashes you a smile that carries a double meaning. On one hand, she’s softly imploring you to drink. On another, you have a feeling that the way her teeth grind together means it is a threat. That isn’t suspicious at all-- you’re inclined not to drink it even more.

“I know you won’t understand but-- my heats are intense. I’ll throw it up.” You whisper. The ache had been steadily growing between your legs. For hours you felt the need brimming, the dignity of being a lady stripping away into something more primal. Something that would nag you to care for it day after day until the remnants of such eagerness is taken care of. Even now, you feel eager perspiration soaking layers of your heavy dress.

“So intense that you can’t handle tea?” She snorts.

Your fingers stop upon the needles, moist by the sweating of your palms. “It is difficult to understand if you’ve never had one.”

Ane, who had been shifting behind you, bit back a grimace at those words. Margrethe’s eyes ever sharpen at those words. Her knitting needles drop altogether on her lap and instead her hands fold as if to begin a prayer.

“I know he might make you feel special. For some time--”  She begins to rise. “But remember, I am his wife. He comes to me for pleasure, not duty. You should remember that and remember your place. You’re not the first one to come through here, you know.”

Inevitably Margrethe came behind your shoulders, hands pressing with equal force down upon you. You hid behind the red lacen edges of your veil incapable of replying to what she was saying. It was not out of spite that you said such things to her but nonetheless, she feels threatened.

“Omegas make babies. Betas make wives. Can you say it with me?” Margrethe leans down deep into your ear, the words carrying on the rouge of her lips.

“I make a wife. And you… --make his sons.” You finish the remainder of her sentence, looking to the tea that has garnered a strange film over the top. Your heart pulses when you look back up to her.

“I’m glad we have a mutual understanding. It would have been just so unfortunate had we not.” Margrethe takes your cup of tea, spilling it over your dress and the hardwood floors.

“You’re excused to your room and that only. Ane pick this up.” Margrethe flicks the cup of her fingers, smashing into a million bitty pieces for poor Ane to clean. Much like your confidence that has burst apart, you slide up, soaked in this strange sticky tea and the beating need that courses through your legs. Your heart is strumming harshly, clothes scratchy as if they were fire on your very skin. The warmth flooding over your body tells you that its’ time-- that Ubbe needs to hurry home from work. Because with every step up the stairs to the second floor, slick excitement pours over your legs. The rich pheromones would be enough to drive even Margrethe insane.

It was time.

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Otto Hunting (Part 1)

Troy Otto Imagine 

Just a heads up! Read before continuing:

I haven’t written a fanfic in a while so sorry in advance (-:

Also, this is very morbid. Read w/ discretion.

I’m not sure if I’m the only one but I enjoy reading long fics so this is going to be part 1 of many.

I used @girlfromdiscoclub ‘s gif of Troy Otto.

If you’re reading this thank you and I hope you enjoy!

How long has it been? It feels as if a year has gone by, but you’ve been keeping a journal. Log Date: Day 35 and counting. You’ve been alone since day 20, your mom was the first to go. She passed away about 3 days into this “Rapture” that some people are calling it. She died when you guys got overrun in the warehouse you had been holding up in until it was quiet enough to go back outside… you didn't know what was happening. How could you have known that trying to go on a food run would’ve turned into your mother no longer being a part of your life? That left you and your little brother, Sam, he was your best friend. He was so innocent and of course, this world had to take him to, leaving you and your conscience alone.

 You had been in search for food for about 30 hours now. You keep telling yourself that humans can survive three weeks without food. You will survive, you will survive. Taking the woods has its perks, there's less dead, you don't run into as many strangers, and you can hunt, however, you haven't had any luck catching anything. You decide to just keep walking, at this point, you don’t know why you're walking or why you continue this journey when there is no hope. You rub your face and can feel the dried up tears reminding you of your mom and Sam. You look around and there is nothing but trees, lousy trees. Maybe this is all just a dream and you’ll wake up in that crummy little neighborhood where you never talked to any of the neighbors, even though when you drive by they greet you with a half grin and the front of their hand showing all 5 of their fingers. Maybe life is actually better now, you don’t have to pretend to like someone just because they live 10 feet away from you. You can actually be alone and not have to worry about anything else. Especially now, when all you have is yourself.

 Your dad’s machete, your weapon of choice, even before. He gave it to you as a gift for your 16th birthday present, although you never thought you’d use it before now. Your mom despised it, the moment she saw it behind the wrapping paper she was already jumping down your dad's throat. She would yell and your dad would cover little 5-year-old Sam’s ears hoping that he wouldn't hear the curse words through the palms of his hands. You didn't care you loved it, the machete that is, you were different from other 16-year-olds. Some would even say that you were anti-social. None of that matters now, it's all just memories now.

 All of a sudden you hear voices up ahead. You begin walking heel to toe in hopes that whoever it is wouldn't hear you before you could see who they are and if they’re dangerous. You use the trees to your advantage, hiding behind them to get closer. All you hear is mumbling and it sounds like a man talking on a radio, you decide to try and get closer to make out what he is saying but when you reposition your foot you step on a twig resulting in the man yelling out “Who’s there!” removing a rifle from behind his back pointing it in your direction. As much as you don't want to you come out of hiding with your hands held behind your head in surrender, “It's just me! Lower your gun I’m not going to hurt you.” It's hard to trust people nowadays.

 “Put your weapons on the ground, now!” a man who looks to be in his twenties, wearing a tan jacket, with dark brown hair shaved in a military style, says. You obey and toss your machete and a pocket knife on the ground.

 “State your name and business. Why are you out here alone?” the man asks lowering his rifle.

 “My name is Y/N and I don’t have any business” you respond. “I’m just looking for food.” your stomach growls.

 The man walks over to his vehicle, its tan and looks like it was just driven off of a military base, he searches his backpack for a moment and turns around to toss you a protein bar. “My names Otto, Jake Otto.”

 “Thank you, Jake.” You say as you catch the protein bar quickly opening it to relieve your stomach the hunger pain.

 He tells you about a ranch that his father has, “It's just a few clicks up the road.” You’re still skeptical of Jake although he seems very sweet and genuine. You decide to go with him knowing you have nothing to lose. On the car ride, he tells you about the ranch and how his dad had been preparing for the end of days since the beginning, all of the food they have, the people there and the cabins. He must trust you, he trusts people very quickly. It's almost night now. You drive down a long dirt road and your eyes are starting to feel heavy when was the last time you slept? You can’t remember, the days are starting to run together. “Home sweet home,” Jake says making you sit up in your seat to look around, you had almost fallen asleep. You shouldn't let your guard down, you don't know Jake or these people. When you rub your eyes to see more clearly it's just as Jake has described. There it is, it looks hidden in the world itself, Broke Jaw Ranch. There is a fence that wraps around the entire property that meets a gate holding it all in, a field where crops grew, cabins, tents and a beautiful house to top it all off.

 “Come on I’ll introduce you to the Clarks, they got here a few days ago. Maybe you can make friends together,” Jake jumps out of the truck and reaches out a hand to help you down. He smiles and tells you not to be afraid, that this is home.

 You meet Alicia, Madison, and Nick. They’re sweet people and from what you can tell, they don’t trust easily either. You like them. Alicia tells you that there's a “bible” study that she’d love for you to attend. Feeling overwhelmed you ask your new friend, Alicia, where you can shower and she shows you to the bath house. Everyone is being friendly towards you, probably because you came here alone and they feel bad. Alicia says they didn't like her or her family at first. You turn the knob to the right and hot water begins to trickle down your body and you immediately get chills. It feels so good to feel clean again. Jake gives you one of his shirts and says that he doesn't have any pants that would fit but it's fine, you put on your boyshorts and the t-shirt is big enough to be a dress. You begin to write in your journal under the candlelight. Jake says that you keep a journal just like his brother Troy, you haven't met him yet but he says he should be back tomorrow. It reads; Log Date: Day 35. Time 10:38 PM. I am sleeping in a bed for the first time in weeks. This place is almost too good to be true. Let the record show that the guard keeps their keys in the vehicles, as well as a handgun in the glove box at all times. Just in case. You close your eyes and fall soundly asleep.

The next morning you wake up to the sounds of birds and people talking and laughing amongst themselves. You wake up in a better mood than you were yesterday, today you woke up smiling. Jake told you to come to his cabin when you wake up so you did as such. As you walk to his living quarters you smile and wave to the people of this community and you realize that this time you're not pretending to be happy to see strangers, this time you feel at home.

 “Good morning, Jake. What do you have planned for us today?” you say greeting him with a smile outside his cabin.

 “Wow, someone is very happy today” he responds, kneeled over tying his boots, preparing for what today has in store. “I was thinking we go down to the mess hall and grab some breakfast and then I can show you around some more. How does that sound?” Jake smiles.

 You and Jake arrive at the mess hall and you spot your new friends Alicia and Nick. They’re talking about their old favorite movies. “Mind if I sit?” you say, already throwing over your leg to sit at the picnic table. “My favorite movie would have to be Twilight, ” you say giggling. “Really? Alicia says with a disappointed frown on her face. “Nah, I’m just messing with you guys!” you laugh. Jake pats your shoulder “I’ll meet up with you later? Deal?”

 “Deal,” you say shoving your face with mashed potatoes. You, Alicia and Nick, move onto another subject but you zone out writing about your morning in your journal. You look up to let the sun hit your face when you meet eyes with a messy brown haired guy sitting next to Jake a few tables in front of you. He looks like he had been in a fight, his right eye was bruised and he was wearing a dark plaid shirt, you couldn't help but blush as he caught you writing in your journal. You noticed yourself staring at him for a while, he was very handsome. The sun hit his face in a way that enhanced his jawline, he had his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms, you look down at your journal and saw that you had started writing a description of him. You wrote down that he was hot, you couldn't help it. He starts talking to Jake but you can’t hear what he is saying. You get up and head back to your bunk to lay in bed before Jake shows you around the ranch.

 You hear a knock on the screen door, “Come in, Jake” you had fallen asleep and you thought Jake was coming to wake you up to give you the tour the two of you had previously talked about. When you get up you see that a 6 foot, beautiful brown haired man with a bruised right eye was standing in your doorway. “I don’t think I look like Jake,” he paused “well, after all, we are brothers so maybe I do resemble him,” the boy says.

 “Sorry, I was expecting Jake, I’m Y/N,” you say blushing opening the screen door for him to come in.

 “I know, Jake told me. He also said that he was busy and that I could give you the tour if that's okay with you,” he says walking into the cabin getting closer to you by the second. You were so close that you could see his hair and all of the features that you wrote about in your journal. “Yeah that's fine, let me grab my journal!” you smile avoiding eye contact so that you don't blush again. Your journal was on the bedside table and he reached out to grab it for you, your hands brushed up against each other. It was gentle and innocent. You both giggled as he handed you your journal, “I also write things down, that's something you and I have in common I guess,” he smirked while grabbing his journal out of his pocket to show you. “My names Troy, so how about that tour?” He grins leading you out of the cabin. You follow him, thinking to yourself that you’d follow this boy anywhere.