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luveline · 8 months

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Hii I adore your writing and am in desperate need of more single dad Spencer <333

many thanks, Anon in love :)

tysm!!

Spencer named his daughter Amanda because it means worthy of love. He told Emily he wanted there to be no confusion, that Amanda was loved from the very second she was born. You've been hopeless since you found out.

"Amy, please stop," Spencer says, looking down between the picnic table and the white and red tablecloths, where Amanda sits in the grass beneath tying his shoelaces together.

"Don't know what you're saying," Amy mumbles, frustrated as her fingers get caught in another knot.

Spencer gives you a look you're all too thrilled to receive, like Amanda's cuteness has something to do with you. "Can you make her stop?" he asks.

"I don't want to," you say, not whining but maybe close, "she's so sweet, who am I to stop her?"

"You know, I'll fall if I stand up. She wants to see me in pain. Amy, you're exhibiting signs of a budding psychopath." He smiles at her lovingly. "I'm gonna fall when I stand up!"

"You won't!"

"I will! I will, and then Y/N's gonna be embarrassed to be seen with me, and you're gonna have a dad covered in bruises." Spencer pouts at her. You love how he winds her up, how he talks to her like she's a little grown up and the charming way she responds, big words in little tones.

"You're beautiful no matter what, dad," Amy says.

It's too practised to be natural. Spencer must say it to Amy often for her to know it off by heart. You swoon like a cheap tent in a hurricane, casting your gaze around Rossi's huge garden for saving. Everyone has purposefully left you to suffer here in paradise, uncaring when Spencer torments you with all his loveliness.

His daughter is worse, climbing up onto the bench between you and Spencer before widening her eyes at you. She looks sort of like Spencer but perhaps more like her mother. Whoever that is must be pretty, and good at giving puppy dog eyes.

"Do you want something?" you ask her, attempting to sound like JJ does when she talks to her. You're wobbly but getting there, evidenced by the honey-thick smile you've earned.

"Can I sit on your lap?" she asks.

You open your arms obediently. She's slight like her dad and doesn't feel like she weighs much as she sits on your thighs, her face smushed into your cardigan.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, bringing your hand up behind her back automatically. You're not sure if you should be hugging her but Spencer doesn't protest.

"Can I asked you something?"

"Sure, you can ask me." You turn your head to expose your ear.

Amy grins and leans up, whispering, "Can we go get– can we get jelly, please? Pink jelly."

"Does Uncle Rossi have jelly?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, daddy, I saw it in the kitchen."

"I can't come, I'll fall. Will you take her, please?" Spencer asks with a frown. "It's a lot of knots."

"Yeah, I can take her. I don't mind. Come on, honey, let's go look."

Amy jumps down off of your lap but waits for you, holding out her hand. You take it and she leads you past your coworkers crowding a hot grill to Rossi's patio doors. It's cooler inside, and you've no need for your sunglasses. You put them on the table next to covered bowls of pasta and salad, poking at lids and tin foil curiously. "Which one did you see the jelly in?"

"I don't think there's jelly. I want to ask you a secret question."

You look down at Any with wide eyes. "What question is that, honey?"

"Are you and my dad in love?"

You laugh sudden enough to make you cough, looking down at Spencer's little girl totally speechless. Smarts are genetic for sure. She asks huge questions.

"Why do you think that?" you ask, trying for gentle and sounding strangled.

"Because you're really nice to dad and he told me that you're pretty and funny and you'd definitely play Cracker Cards with me."

"He said that?"

"Yes!" she says, looking up at you with a smile. "Are you going to get married?"

You rub your face. Ten minutes later and you're carrying Amy on your hip as she carries a big bowl of pasta, a metal fork in her hands. Spencer has opted to take his shoes off completely and untie the knots, but he seems to have made little progress. "That's not jelly," he says.

"We couldn't find it."

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks, abandoning his shoes to put his hand behind your arm and shoulder.

"I'm okay. Are you okay, Amy?" you ask.

Amy stabs a piece of pasta with her fork with a big smile on her little face. "I think I said the wrong thing, dad."

"What did you say?" he asks, looking between you both in concern. "I'm sorry, we're working on context clues."

"It's okay. It wasn't wrong, it's just, I wasn't expecting it," you say.

"Well, what did she say?"

You shrug, "It wasn't really–"

"I asked her if she'd want marry you, dad, and about the photo of you at the christmas party. It was nice!" Amy insists.

Spencer flushes with a bright red blush instantaneously. It's shocking how fast his cheeks blossom considering the sun's been out for hours now. He laughs nervously. "I see."

"Amy!" Hotch calls. "Sweetheart, do you want a hotdog?"

Amy pushes the bowl of cold pasta you'd made her onto Spencer's lap. "Yes, please," she says, hopping off of the bench.

You and Spencer meet eyes and swiftly look away. There's something between you both, longing and long looks, too much affection, excuses to be near one another. You really do like him, and maybe he likes you, but you aren't ready to deal with it now.

"Do you want to go get a hotdog too?" Spencer asks.

"Yep." You jump up. "Good idea."

Maybe you can confess your feelings at the next family barbecue. (Probably not.)

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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23 behind the lens — and there’s only one bed !

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes; translations for the japanese will be at the bottom of this chapter!

Since Kuni insisted he carried your bags you took the key card from him and attempted to unlock the door to your hotel room. Instead you were met with the dreaded red light on the scanner.

“Did Jean give us the wrong one?” Kuni asks as you try swiping it again.

“No, the number matches the door. I think I’m just doing it wrong,” you frown.

He sets your bags down and comes up behind you, one hand on your waist and the other on your hand holding the key card. His palm felt cold on yours.

“Let me try,” he murmurs into your ear as he glides the card through the scanner. It turns green.

“Oh,” you lamely let out as he gently pushes you into the room.

You take in your surroundings, slightly surprised at how nicely Jean had set you up. The stream of light sneaking through the curtains with the candle lit in the corner made for a romantic atmosphere. And the sight of the bed looking so inviting made your eyelids feel heavy.

“Are you tired?” Kuni asks, locking the door behind you both.

“A little,” you hum. But you had just landed in Paris, you’d feel bad if you didn’t go out to explore.

“Rest then, we can go out tomorrow,” Kuni says, as if he’s read your mind, “I have to go check in with my manager, will you be okay alone for a while?”

“Yeah,” you nod, watching as he gave your shoulder a soft pat and left the room.

Once he was gone you flipped open your suitcase for something more comfortable and less sweat-drenched from the flight to change into. It was an odd feeling, sharing a room with someone you liked. It made your stomach feel all tingly for the upcoming nights.

You climbed atop the bed, taking a quick picture to send to the Celestia group chat to let them know you’re alive, before sliding underneath the sheets. You didn’t want to fall asleep but with the way the sun was setting on your face and how the mattress sunk beneath you, drifting off was inevitable.

An hour or two later you were in a haze as you heard distant footsteps in your room and a cold hand touched your forehead. The comforter shifted and the mattress beside you sunk as you instinctively turned to face the cause of the weight.

「 kuni’s pov 」

“Hey,” Kuni greeted, his voice low as he gently tapped your cheek. There was no reply as you had passed out from exhaustion.

He peeled back the comforter to join you in bed, trying his best to not cause too much commotion. He settled beside you, turning on his side to face you.

“あなたは私の隣のベッドでとてもきれいに見えます,” Kuni whispers, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

He’s never been able to look directly at you on dates, either due to his nerves or from yours. He never was great at eye contact. But with your defenses down and you being in a weak state, he could finally look at you and take you in. Memorizing every detail you tried to cover up.

“私は嬉しい私はあなたに会った,” he hums, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You groggily open your eyes for a second, slowly blinking before falling back asleep. You unconsciously shuffle closer and throw an arm around his waist. His heart skips a beat.

“私は嬉しいあなたはこれを読むことができません,” he adds, feeling embarrassed for his words, “おやすみ.”

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

scara is trilingual in this 😴 english, japanese, and french! bro can seduce you in all three

satanic__000 on tiktok as scara

just realized i used the wrong kazuha and venti account in the parent trap gc pleek ignore that!

translations:

(1) あなたは私の隣のベッドでとてもきれいに見えます = you look very pretty in bed beside me

(2) 私は嬉しい私はあなたに会った = i’m glad i met you

(3) 私は嬉しいあなたはこれを読むことができません = i’m glad you don’t know what i am saying

(4) おやすみ = good night

author’s notes — shoutout to my pookie bear amy for helping me translate the japanese for me 🥺 ty!!

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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sir-fluffbutts · 5 months

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sup homie, big fan!

1: was there any old OC that you got rid of or found to cringy?

like those edgy OC's every-13yo made that *totally* wasn't a self-incert. /// MarySue that is always pretty and perfect and everyone loved, yet has as much character depth as a puddle. /// a story you really liked at first but later on thought otherwise.

2: when making a new character design, what do you mostly like to add/take inspo from?

do you like to make it lovecrafty? put a bunch of eyes, mouths, flesh, ect. /// keep it cute. /// put a bunch of patterns on. /// focus on unique eye shapes. /// making fun cool fashion on them.

((3: are there gonna be more plushies, or is it just gonna be Muffin? if you do have plans for more, im first in line.))

TY!!!! AND OH BOY A LIST OF QUESTIONS //pos im rubbing my hands in a evil way

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1. i usually do not get rid of my past ocs as i feel like ALL of my past characters are close at heart and tend to hold onto them forever BEHABEHWA

however i DO give them a makeover (aka new design/lore ect)

amy / kitty is a good example of this, she's my 2010 creepypasta phaze oc and sona back in the time

i find her lore/story to be....a bit too much, so compleatly overhauld it while keeping the design basicaly the same 😂

there was also a male kitty as well for her counteroart, but he's banished into the void due to me picking to keep the female kitty (they were basicaly the same character anyways so one had to go behshehw)

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2. i honestly don't keep a specific element while designing characters, but i do look out to

- use more diverse shapes (so they won't feel all the same while im drawing them)

- if they can exist in my univserse and its lore

the others depends on which character i am making

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3. perhaps. maybe 🤫 i might make more makeship ones and is still activly looking into making my own plush production along with making the site itself aha

#ask

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cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut · 6 months

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Wednesday again, we love it! Thanks to @carlos-tk @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns and @heartstringsduet for the tags. Please enjoy some boxing fic tension between two boys who love each other more than they could ever love themselves 😭

“You…” he starts, heart pounding so hard he feels it in his throat. “You knew who she was.”

“I’m not stupid,” TK tells him. “Although, I actually might not have figured it out if you hadn’t freaked out like that.” Carlos frowns, lets his brow furrow.

“I didn’t–”

“You did,” TK interrupts, shifting in the passenger seat, angling himself more towards Carlos. His knees press against the centre console, and he scoffs. “I mean, I’ve run into drug dealers, people I’ve owed serious money to, and freaked out less than you just did.”

This snags Carlos’s attention, snags him right down to his heart. Another jolt of adrenaline strikes, a sudden rushing of blood in his ears.

“You–”

“It’s okay,” TK holds up a hand. “I’m fine. Drug free, debt free, it’s fine. The point is – is there a reason you didn’t wanna see your mom? Is…is it us? I mean, you said you were out to her, but maybe…” He trails off, worries at his lower lip as he waits for Carlos to respond.

“I am out to her,” he says. He says it slowly, willing himself not to veer off into a lurch of panic he can’t run away from this time. He doesn’t want to run. He doesn’t. He just needs this to be easier. He needs this conversation to be over so they can move on from it already.

“So what, then?” TK asks. He opens his mouth to say something more, thinks better of it. Carlos is almost relieved, until, with a sigh, TK brings himself to ask, “Is it me? Is it specifically me that’s the issue? You don’t…you don’t think she’d like me, or something?”

“TK, no,” Carlos says.

“Because it feels like,” TK starts, pauses for breath, a sadness running through him that sparks in his eyes, that lances right through Carlos and leaves him bleeding too. He feels it in his chest, something unseen and unravelling, some invisible part of himself coming completely undone. “It feels like, for you to be that terrified of her seeing you with someone, you’d have to be pretty ashamed of that person.”

“Ty,” says Carlos, a bite in his tone that makes TK blink.

No pressure tags below.

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#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos fic #wip wednesday

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archangelofzion · 2 months

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Till Death

You said, "Drink from me, drink from me" When I was so thirsty Pour on a symphony Now I just can't get enough Put your wings on me, wings on me When I was so heavy Pour on a symphony When I'm low, low, low, low

Chapter Two

The brothers steps were near silent in the woods, no words exchanging between them but the occasional gesture and call that mimicked a bird or animal.

Elaina stuck close to Daryl, even when the two separated she stayed with him, doing whatever he ordered.

"Just right there," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he showed her where to lay the snare.

She carefully spread the rope, Daryl tying it tightly to a small tree across from them.

He was utterly silent as the two of them waited, backed up against a ditch a little bit away.

"You've done this a lot?" She asked quietly.

"Long before all this."

She watched him for a while, not once did he move his eyes to her, but kept them focused on the forest beyond, waiting on his trap to go off.

Finally, Daryl turned to her, blinking when he saw her hazel-green irises fixed on him. "What?" He barely pronounced the T, and she found she liked his drawled words. Elaina opened her mouth to ask him another question—thank him again, she didn't know, she just wanted to speak to him, but light footsteps sounded and both of them raised their weapons, Elaina having brought a large dagger.

Merle put his hands up, rifle in one hand and a smirk on his face. "Hope I didn't interrupt nothing..." he whispered, smirking at Daryl who rolled his eyes.

"Look," Elaina pointed, a large stag walking carefully through the forest, straight for the snare.

Merle nudged Daryl's shoulder, holding his rifle up, smarter to use the crossbow than the gun, and the snare might cause more attention than it was worth if they could kill it without.

"I got it," the younger murmered, he aimed with his bow held against the raised forest bed, one eye closed, then loosed the arrow. It whistled at it shot, and hit the buck right in the temple, making it collapse instantly.

Elaina raised her brow as Daryl stood, throwing his bow over his back. "Gotta hurry 'fore those ugly bastards smell it."

Merle walked over to help him, and when Elaina offered to help both men told her to simply watch for walkers.

+++

"Why the hell would you offer that woman to stay in the RV?" Andrea put her hands on her hips to ask Dale, standing just below the shade of the camper.

Dale gave her a look, rifle held against his shoulder. "Well, she's new and needs a place to sleep... The least we could do is offer her somewhere other than the dirt."

Andrea leaned in a little. "So you'd be comfortable allowing a stranger to sleep under the same roof as me and Amy?"

"She hasn't done anything wrong."

"Yet. You don't even know her."

"I didn't know you either when I met you and I never heard you protest me giving you a place to stay."

"Dale, her choice of companionship is the Dixons, does that really give off a good sense to you?"

"They've done nothing wrong to us either, besides the harsh word here and there. They keep the camp safe and food on the fire. Andrea, allies are what's needed now more than ever, and if we treat everyone new like an enemy how are we ever supposed to find the right people?"

"I don't like this."

"I'm not asking you to like it, I'm asking you to give her a chance. Like I gave you."

Andrea huffed, shaking her head slowly and looking away.

Dale looked across the camp at the people emerging from the woods, the brothers and Elaina, and a large deer in tow. "Looks like they came through again." He said to Andrea before walking off to them.

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The Dixons gave what was left over of their venison to the rest of the camp, between that and the fish caught in the stream by Shane, it was more than enough for everyone.

Merle had had a few sharp words when giving it away, something about how they shouldn't be the only ones to work for the food, but she felt like it was a mask to not show weakness, especially when Shane was trying to dictate the actions of the whole camp, the brothers would not appear helpless like most of the others.

As the sun started getting low she began to weigh her options, but felt the uncomfortable watch of most everyone in the camp on her.

"You know, the offer to stay in the RV?" Dale stood over where she sat on a log, giving her a small smile. "It still stands."

Elaina nodded. "Thank you."

She waited for him to leave before sighing, that seemed like the only option, but she wanted nothing to do with it if it would only be Andrea's glares and distrust the whole time.

"Hey," Daryl's thick voice suddenly caught her attention, "Come see this."

She stood and followed him, and came to find a makeshift tent pitched up right near his and Merle's. "Figured ya might like some kinda shelter tonight, I can move it to a more private area if ya like?" He looked to her with that half-squint he seemed to always do, cocking his head in her direction.

She didn't know what to say for a few moments, almost wanting to tell him she could take care of herself. "Daryl, I... Thank you. This is perfect."

He looked away. "Nah, just saw how they look at you. I get it."

She placed her hand on his arm gently. "I appreciate it."

He paused at her touch, then looked down at her hand, nodding once before walking into his tent without a word. She may have thought anything of it if that wasn't his normal behavior.

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The next morning clouds had rolled in, giving a slight relief from the harsh Georgia sun.

Elaina had offered to help Carol around the camp, quickly realizing the quiet woman was one of the only ones who didn't judge her much.

"You think you could check Sophia for me?" Carol asked gently, shoulders peaking inward as if she didn't expect a yes.

"Of course." Elaina nodded, setting down the clothes she was mending to walk off toward the area Sophia and Loris's son Carl were playing.

She rounded the RV and saw the two children hesitating near the edge of the camp, a drop in the ground outside the makeshift fence consisting of cans and bottles hanging from fishing line, a trap for walkers should they wander into the camp, that way they wouldn't go unnoticed.

"It went into the trees, Carl..." Sophia said. "I'll get Shane."

"I'll get it myself," Carl answered, readying himself to crawl under the wire and into the trees.

Elaina breathed in to tell him to stop when Merle approached the kids, making both of them stop short and look up at the man.

"The hell you kids think you're doing?" He asked them, barely any of the roughness in his tone like he took with most everyone else.

"Uh, we lost our ball, Mr. Dixon..." Carl stammered a little, clearly nervous that he would be reprimanded for being caught about to cross the barrier.

"Lost your ball," Merle looked into the woods, then back to the children, then with a small sigh stepped over the wire, walked into the brush and retrieved it for them, passing it into Carl's hands. "Don't you go running off into the trees, boy. Difference between brave and being stupid."

"Y—yes sir, thank you."

"Now I won't tell your mamas about this if you stay outta trouble. Now get."

They looked at each other and nodded. "We won't." Sophia mumbled, then they went on their way, Merle shook his head as he watched them go, then walked off to his and Daryl's area, he never saw Elaina, now smiling wryly, leaning against the RV.

She uncrossed her arms and went back to Carol, helping her hang the last of the clothes. "She's still with Carl?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, she's fine." Elaina answered, tossing the last pair of jeans over the line.

Carol smiled softly to herself, continuing about her work. Elaina felt comfortable around her, if a little sorry for the woman. She knew something was going on with her husband, but was too untrusted to ask, but she hoped they'd realize she had no harmful intentions over the next few weeks.

When she wasn't hunting, Elaina spent her spare time helping Carol and Jacqui with keeping the camp livable. Besides her, she felt fine with Dale, Lori and Glenn. She'd barely met some of the others but had stuck close to Daryl and Merle.

Daryl was quiet for the most part, he kept to himself. Although his temper was short-fused she never felt threatened or nervous around him, and knew they shared an understanding about life. She found that he would talk to her more if they were alone rather than around people, which she didn't mind.

Merle was rougher, that was for sure. Not afraid to voice his piece to the other campers even if they didn't listen. He generally said nothing to the women, and if he did he wasn't harsh with them like the men. He was the worst to Shane and T-Dog. Shane—Elaina thought—was understandable, especially with his self-righteous personality. But T had done nothing much to spark her distaste.

She knew both the brothers tried to act meaner than they were, especially with Daryl's unconscious protectiveness and Merle's soft spot for the children, one he'd shown the day he helped them with their toy.

"Was just about to go hunt." Daryl told her as she sat cleaning her knife outside her tent. "Wanna come?"

"Sure."

Merle said nothing to them as he walked by, tossing a few things into a small bag and loading his gun.

"Thought I was hunting today?" Daryl said, taking a step towards his brother.

"You are," the elder answered.

"Then what's the bullets for?"

"Headin' to Atlanta for a supply run, someone's gotta get it done."

"Then I'll go, too." Daryl instantly grabbed a leather vest from his tent, but Merle grabbed his arm.

"No, you won't. You're gonna stay here. City's infested."

"I can handle my own."

Merle smirked, giving a small nod to his younger sibling. "I said I've got it. Someone's gotta keep an eye on the lady, anyways." He jerked his head towards Elaina, she bristled slightly but couldn't disagree with his decision.

"He's probably right, you should stay." She told Daryl, then turned to Merle. "But are you sure it's safe?"

He scoffed. "Couple of creepers ain't gonna have shit on me. Be back before dark if all goes well," he clapped Daryl's shoulder. "See ya, little brother."

Daryl watched him go, joining a small group made up of just five others.

Elaina noticed his subtle nervousness and even frustration, a dark shadow in his eye as he watched his brother go.

Elaina stepped up next to him, but he quickly turned and treaded off into the forest, leaving her to catch up.

"Daryl?" She called to him softly as she stepped over the forest bed to make it to him. "Are you okay?"

"Hate it when he does that." He mumbled, watching his footing.

"Does what?" She pushed a branch up out of her face to walk past.

"Just up and leaves. Didn't even talk about it and wouldn't have. He would've just left. Again."

His last word was so quiet she barely heard it, but she chose not to ask. "I'm sure he would've." She offered. He scoffed. "Really, I believe that."

"Yeah..." he looked up into the trees, and she realized he probably didn't truly agree with her but was just done having the conversation.

She barely tried to speak to him throughout the day, just followed from a little ways behind, knowing he was irritated and needed space.

Maybe she'd ask Merle why his leaving bothered Daryl so much when they went back to camp, maybe she wouldn't. She just wanted to understand him.

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The crickets and other forest life surrounded them as they sat on either side of the tiny fire, concealed inside a ring of rocks and in a dug-out hole in the ground as not to attract walkers in the dark.

Daryl had caught a fish in the stream, Elaina building the fire as he cleaned it.

"Should find something worth while tomorrow," he said. "Then we'll head back to camp."

She didn't respond, just stared at the flames, knees up and her arms wrapped around them.

"What's wrong with you?" Daryl asked.

"Nothing..."

"Ain't got nothing better to do, might as well listen to ya talk," he tried again, trying to sound half-interested only for the sake of being 'bored', but his mannerisms gave away the fact that he really did care.

She put her chin on her arms over her knees, meeting his blue eyes—looking yellow in the firelight. "Just thinking about Atlanta. How the others just went in willingly."

"What about it?"

"I just... I never want to step foot there again, I don't know how anyone could."

"This about your family?"

"I was alone far before they died... they were never my family." She fidgeted with a twig she grabbed off the forest floor. "Not sure if you know what that's like, to be alone. But so alone where there's literally no one—no one alive, at least— it's... scary."

Daryl studied her for a few moments. "Well..." he leaned forward to shift the fire. "Y'ain't never going back to that shit-hole. I swear."

She smiled softly, "Maybe you're right."

"I am. I'll make sure of it."

She kept smiling, and he wanted to do it back, but then thought of all she'd said... "Get some sleep. Gonna get an early start tomorrow." He stood and threw a little bit of dirt on the fire, putting it half-way out.

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Elaina couldn't sleep much, no matter how hard she tried, thoughts raging in her mind too fast.

She rolled over and looked across at Daryl, sleeping on nothing but the dirt of the forest. She couldn't help but watch, seeing him peaceful instead of uptight and irritable... and maybe he was even a little sad, lonely.

The fire was pretty much done by now, only smoldering bits and embers left.

She heard shuffling in the forest that made her jump, quickly flattening herself against the ground.

The snarling of a walker got closer, and she loooked up slowly, seeing it was coming from the woods just behind Daryl.

She had only seconds to think before she was up and running across the ground, knife in hand, she grabbed its chest and stabbed it in the face just before it dropped to try and devour its prey.

Daryl woke with a start at the sound of a blade and had his own tight in his grip as he got into a crouch, eyes wide as he looked up at Elaina, panting softly, looking down at her kill. She turned her gaze to him slowly, shock and fear in her eyes.

Daryl stood quickly, glancing at the fallen walker and sheathing his knife, taking her arms in his hands to examine them. "Did it bite you?" His voice was ragged, real concern in it.

She shook her head slowly, dark blood running down her knife as Daryl took it from her and wiped it on a rag from his pocket, trying to focus against the way he could see her heart pounding through her shirt, now splattered with blood.

"Should've seen it..." he mumbled, "Could've had us both killed..."

"It's alright," her voice was hoarse. "I took care of it."

Daryl handed back her knife, his eyes flickering over her face. "Yeah... you did."

Elaina watched him retrieve his belongings, holding her arms with opposite hands as she stood there, the sun was barely showing, stars still twinkling above.

"Might as well get tracking now," Daryl said quietly. "No way I'm getting back to sleep. You good?"

His voice was so soft, sorry, maybe. "Yeah, I'm good..." she answered. He nodded and stared at her for a few more moments before walking off.

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Daryl had began tracking a deer just as the sun had came up, beginning miles of walking, thankfully back towards the direction of camp.

It was nearing midday when she heard his crossbow release behind her. She turned and saw he'd shot yet another squirrel, adding it to his line already full of kills.

He squatted down and checked the trail, standing to follow the deer prints once again.

Elaina put her hands in her pockets and followed him, he hadn't spoken since the incident with the walker, and she was starting to wonder how long she'd be ignored for—

"There," he said, as if to answer her silent question.

She looked to see him pointing at the deer a bit away, ears flicking as it scanned the ground for food.

Elaina got low with Daryl's hand wave, the archer then pulled out his weapon and aimed for the deer, ready to pull the trigger...

A blaring alarm went through the trees, a loud wailing that seemed to be moving. A car alarm?

The deer bolted, and Daryl still pulled the trigger, unsure of whether or not he hit it when it ran.

"I'm gonna kill whatever jackass is doin' this." He growled, referring to the alarm and standing quickly to follow the deer.

"How the hell is that even possible?" Elaina tried asking as she went after him.

Of course, he didn't bother to answer as they trekked through the woods.

There was splatters of blood in an uneven trail, definitely from their prey, but that also meant it wasn't hurt badly enough to stop running so soon and would only attract more walkers.

"Scuff that up with your boot." He pointed quickly to the blood in the leaves, kicking at some under his shoes as well.

Elaina scraped her boot across the dirt until it was gone, then ran back after him.

They finally emerged from the forest to find Shane and most of the men from camp, all pointing weapons in their direction.

They stood down when they realized it was only Daryl and Elaina, starting to back up. The deer they'd tracked was laying on the ground, ripped up by what could have only been the dead walker laying beside it.

Daryl scowled, "Son of a bitch, that's my deer."

Elaina felt him getting more agitated as he walked up to it, and noticed the other campers quickly backing up. "Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless, proxy bastard!" he kicked the walker's body with each name he called it.

"Calm down, son, that's not helping." Dale said calmly.

Elaina closed her eyes in exhaustion when Daryl instantly snapped at him. "What do you know about it old man? You take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'."

"Daryl..." she finally spoke up, reaching to place her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off but breathed in, turning back to the deer.

"Been tracking this deer for miles..." he said, starting to pull his arrows out of it. "Was gonna drag it back to camp, cook is up some venison."

"It's alright," Elaina offered. "We've got food still, it's fine."

He grunted and looked over the torn flesh of his prey, then looked at her. "What you think, we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"

She pursed her lips, shaking her head.

"I would not risk that." Shane answered instead.

"That's a damn shame..." Daryl sighed.

"We still have the squirrels?" Elaina reminded him.

"Yeah, that'll have to do." He answered.

The walker's head on the ground started snapping, Andrea and Amy both exclaimed in disgust.

"Come on," Daryl rolled his eyes, shooting an arrow into the head.

"It's gotta be the brain," Elaina looked around at them to say. "Or it won't die."

"Don't y'all know nothing?" Daryl said, retrieving his arrow and walking back to camp.

She noticed the new man amongst the others but said nothing, wanting to get away from the lingering glares of the campers. If Andrea and Glenn were here that meant the Atlanta group had came back probably yesterday evening, but she found it strange that if he'd come back with them, Merle didn't come looking for Daryl in the woods.

If.

She cursed herself for thinking that word, but regardless, her stomach churned softly at the thought, especially when he was nowhere to be seen as Daryl started to call for his older brother.

"Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up."

Still, she didn't see him come from their shared tent.

"Daryl, just slow up a bit." Shane said to him. "I need to talk to you."

Both Elaina and Daryl paused, and she felt his nervousness as he asked; "About what?"

"About Merle. There was a—There was a problem in Atlanta."

"He dead?" Daryl had stopped moving, going straight for the question she knew the wrong answer would set him off in a way she didn't want to see.

"We're not sure." Was all the cop said.

Elaina shook her head. "The hell is that supposed to mean? You're 'not sure'?"

Daryl took a few steps closer to Shane, she could see his chest heave once. "He either is or he ain't!"

The new man approached Shane and Daryl, "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

"Who are you?" Daryl asked instead of listen.

"Rick Grimes." He answered.

Daryl looked to his side, then back to the new man. "Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" He nearly snarled.

Rick remained calm. "Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

T-Dog came back into the camp with his arms full of firewood. By the look on his face, Elaina wondered what more happened.

Daryl started to pace, running a hand over his sweaty hair. "Hold on. Let me process this." His voice was rising in anger. "You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!" He shouted the last part.

"Yeah." Rick said simply.

Daryl grunted as suddenly turned and threw the rope of squirrels at Rick.

Shane body slammed Daryl, knocking him to the ground.

"Hey, get off of him!" Elaina yelled, going at Shane, Dale grabbed her arms and held her back as T-Dog dropped the firewood and ran up. Elaina calmed a little, not wanting to be violent to the old man, but kept panting as she watched the men fight. Daryl tore himself from Shane's grip, pulling out his knife and going after Rick.

"Daryl!" Elaina yelled at him.

"Watch the knife!" T-Dog warned them.

Daryl swung the knife at Rick and missed wildly. Rick punched him in the gut while Shane grabbed him from behind and put him in a choke hold.

"Okay. Okay." Shane grunted.

"No!" Elaina struggled against Dale, "Let, me, go!" She grunted, getting out of his grip.

Rick took the knife away from Daryl as Shane forced him to the ground. Elaina went to shove Shane away but Rick stood in her path, she raised her hand to punch him, but he put his hand up. "Just calm down!" He said.

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl yelled.

Shane was panting as he answered. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't."

"Choke hold's illegal."

"You can file a complaint. Come on, man. We'll keep this up all day."

"Shane, get off of him!" Elaina yelled.

Rick kneeled down to be face to face with Daryl and looked him in the eye. "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?" Daryl scowled at him so he enunciated, "Do you think we can manage that?"

Daryl finally nodded, angry as he had no choice than to comply. "Mmm. Yeah."

Shane let him go after that, the archer panting from the fight.

Rick put his hands on his hips. "What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others."

T-Dog suddenly spoke up. "It's not Rick's fault. I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Elaina threw her hand out to say.

"Well, I dropped it in a drain." He seemed genuinely ashamed.

Elaina noticed Daryl choked up but quickly pulled himself together. "If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't." He growled.

T-Dog nodded, "Well, maybe this will. Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him—with a padlock."

"It's gotta count for something." Rick offered.

Daryl swiped tears out of his eyes. "Hell with all y'all!" He snarled. "Just tell me where he is so I can go get him!"

His voice wavered just a little, Elaina had never heard him like that... showing such vulnerability and fear. She knew him and Merle loved one another—no matter how big of jerks they were, they did. And now seeing Daryl actually cry at the thought maybe his big brother would not be there when he arrived, it made her heart hurt for him.

Lori suddenly stepped in from the sidelines. "He'll show you. Isn't that right?"

"I'm going back." Rick said.

Lori seemed angry, and went back into the camper, making Rick sigh. Elaina made a confused face, she'd thought Lori was with Shane...

Daryl stormed off to his tent, and she followed him. He grabbed another knife and checked his crossbow. "I'm sure he's okay, Daryl." She offered. "We'll just go get him, bring him back and it'll all be fine."

"We?" He looked up, "Ain't no we. Me. You're staying here."

"What? No, I'm going with you. You'll need my help."

"No. Atlanta's crawlin' with walkers just as it was before. I told you you ain't gonna have to go back and meant it. Besides, Merle told me to watch out for ya, I'm gonna. I need you to stay here."

She sighed, biting her lip and shoving the front of her shoe into the dirt. "You're gonna come back?"

"Promise."

"Bring him home."

He nodded, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder. "Just uh, stay away from Shane, look after things."

She nodded again and he walked away, joining Rick, T-Dog and Glenn to go back to the city.

She wished he would have let her go, but wondered what real memories returning to that place would force her to acknowledge.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #Elaina coates #merle dixon #fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #twd fanfic #till death #carol peletier #rick grimes #lori grimes #carl grimes #dale horvath #glenn rhee #sophia peletier #shane walsh

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cetaitlaverite · 11 days

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

cw: vomiting link to the masterlist is here <3

04. To Look After Pilots

“Wait, you kissed him?!”

“Freddie!”

“You kissed him?!”

“Who did she kiss?!”

Freddie threw herself dramatically back on her bed and yanked the blanket up to cover her face. “Stop it!”

“Freddie!” Millie insisted. “Fred!”

“Mils!” Freddie mimicked her in response.

“Who did Freddie kiss?!” Amy demanded again. She was still peeping around the corner of the wall to the bathroom, halfway through tying her hair in rags to curl it for the night.

“Rosie!” Paddy exclaimed in response.

Freddie groaned loud enough to drown out whatever Amy’s response was to that. “On the cheek!” she reminded everyone when, finished groaning, she found them still chittering like so many excited birds.

“I tell her to dance with the man and she goes and gives him kisses,” Millie said, her laughter clear in her voice.

“One kiss!” Freddie snapped, yanking her blanket back down and sitting up. “One kiss, on the cheek, and I didn’t even dance with him! I told him no!” Her cheeks were a bright, flaming red.

“No one’s accusing you of anything, Fred,” Jem said gently, emerging from the bathroom herself still wrapped in a towel after her shower. “We all think it’s wonderful. You don’t have to defend yourself.”

Freddie considered this, chewing mindlessly on her bottom lip. Her hands started fiddling with the blanket pooled in her lap and she watched them idly, up until Millie moved from her bed to sit on the end of Freddie’s.

“Do you feel wonderful, Fred?” Millie wondered tentatively as Freddie met her eyes. She placed a gentle hand over both of Freddie’s to get them to cease what once had been fiddling and now was wrenching at the weak threads of the blanket.

Freddie shut her eyes to contemplate her answer. “I feel…” she began, and trailed off, because she couldn’t seem to identify what it was she was feeling. She’d been like this ever since Rosie had left. One moment she’d be all lit up, stars in her eyes, remembering the sprinklers and the giggling and how he’d given her his jacket, remembering how he’d listened so intently to everything she’d said and how he’d asked her so earnestly about Vienna. Then the next moment her entire body would go stiff, she’d get a sick feeling in her stomach, and she’d have to run to the toilet just to kneel on the floor over it and wait to see if anything would come up.

So far, she’d only thrown up once after the entire affair, but she wasn’t prepared to make any assumptions about being out of the woods just yet.

Right now, conscious of all of the eyes in the room on her in spite of her closed eyelids, Freddie wasn’t sure whether the nausea or the school girl giggling was about to win out. She tried to concentrate hard on what her gut was telling her, what her heart was telling her, and it gave her an answer quite suddenly and without room for misinterpretation.

“I feel sick.”

The next thing any of the other girls knew, they were sitting staring wide-eyed between each other as they listened to Freddie retching into one of the toilets. Amy stood in the doorway, giving Freddie the bathroom to herself, looking completely lost for what to do.

Millie was on her feet as soon as her shock had registered and settled, racing after Freddie. She found her in the closest stall, kneeling on the floor and throwing up into the toilet, and sighed. Lifting the hem of her nightdress, Millie shut and locked the door behind her, then knelt on the floor behind Freddie and reached to hold some of the rags curling her hair back from her face to keep them out of the way.

“Oh, Fred,” Millie murmured, stroking her back with her free hand. “You’re okay, sweetheart, just let it all out.”

Freddie threw up three times consecutively before her stomach felt settled again. Instead of standing to leave and clean herself up, however, she fell back to sit against the wall of the toilet stall, shutting her eyes and resting her head back against it. The thin sheen of sweat which had covered her at some point during her vomiting was starting to cool in the night air, and she was conscious only vaguely of Millie shutting the toilet seat and flushing the chain before coming to sit and lean against the wall opposite her.

They were silent for a while. Freddie breathed deeply, at first just through her nose, and then in through her nose and out through her mouth once she was sure the nausea had settled. Quiet chatter from the main bedroom carried through to them through the walls, the other girls clearly doing their best to give Freddie and Millie their privacy and pretend everything that had just happened hadn’t. Freddie kept her eyes closed even as Millie rested a hand on her bare knee and squeezed.

“Fred,” she began warily.

Freddie screwed her eyes closed tighter in anticipation of the inevitable questioning.

“I’m really sorry I forced you to talk about it in front of everyone,” Millie said next.

Freddie’s eyes shot open. That wasn’t what she’d been expecting Millie to say.

“Mils,” she started, and had to stop to clear her throat of croakiness and burning. “It’s okay.” She shook her head, offered a tight, sad smile. “I threw up after it first happened, too. It wasn’t the scrutiny or anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it outside?”

Freddie shook her head immediately. “No.” Then she shook her head again. “No, I shouldn’t have taken Rosie outside, and I definitely shouldn’t talk about him out there.”

Millie let those words settle. She let Freddie sit with them. And then, with her head tilted to the side, birdlike, she said, “Daniel wouldn’t resent you for moving on, Freddie.”

Freddie frowned very suddenly, and it was a very deep frown. Almost cartoon-like, her lips turned down so far at the edges it looked like they were about to slip off the edges of her face. Her eyes filled with tears which made them light up under the harsh bathroom lighting.

“He wouldn’t,” Millie insisted, squeezing Freddie’s knee again. “He’d want you to find happiness again. He’d want to know you were being looked after.”

“You’re looking after me,” Freddie protested weakly. Her voice was thick with the tears she was fighting to hold back, her throat tight with the aching of withholding sobs.

Millie smiled sadly. She didn’t object to this.

“Did you have a nice time with Rosie?” she asked softly instead.

Quickly, an almost imperceptible jerk of her head, Freddie nodded, like she was afraid to be caught admitting it.

“Was he kind to you?” Millie asked next.

Softer, slower, easier this time, Freddie nodded again.

Millie smiled warmly, reassuringly. “Then what do you have to be ashamed of?”

“I kissed him, Mils,” Freddie whispered, widening her eyes meaningfully. The way she said it made clear that she found her own actions scandalous. “I’ve never kissed any man other than my father and Daniel.”

Millie’s smile didn’t fade. “You were really brave, Fred,” she said. There was so much comfort, so much reassurance in the brown of her eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I think it was too soon,” Freddie confessed.

Millie only kept on smiling. “If it felt right to do it then it can’t possibly have been too soon.”

Freddie nodded, chewing on her lip again. And then she confessed, “It felt right to do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Slowly, unsurely, she let a smile tug at the corners of her lips. “He deserved it, I think.”

“Good.” Millie’s smile was wider now, her teeth almost too white under the harsh light of the bathroom ceiling. “Don’t go giving out kisses to men who don’t deserve them, now. A kiss from you is special.”

Freddie smiled in earnest at this. “I hope he doesn’t think me too forward.”

“I bet he’s not thinking much of anything except how lucky he is.”

Freddie laughed. “I ran away before I could see his reaction.”

“Well,” Millie began, grinning, sitting up straighter against the bathroom wall, “I saw his reaction. He happened to be sitting outside his hut when I was walking back here.”

“And?” Freddie pressed when she stalled.

Millie laughed. “And,” she went on, “his eyes were lit up like Christmas lights, and he was grinning for all the world like a little boy who’d just been told he was getting a puppy for Christmas.”

Freddie giggled and rested her head back against the bathroom wall again, gazing at the ceiling. “I think he’s really sweet,” she confessed after a beat, attempting to stifle her smile but not really succeeding.

“I think he’s really good for you,” Millie replied.

“He probably thinks I’m strange for freaking out on him earlier.”

“He probably thinks you’re complicated,” Millie countered. “And who isn’t? We all had lives before we came here and met each other. No one meets anyone else expecting them to be a blank slate.”

Freddie watched the flickering of the bathroom light overhead, protesting after being kept on for too long. On and off, on and off it went, fighting to stay alight even when it desperately wanted to succumb to the darkness. Freddie let out a loud, heavy sigh.

“Do you think I should tell him about Daniel?”

Millie considered this for a moment. Freddie watched her closely as she smoothed down the skirt of her nightdress, as she picked at her cuticles, as she furrowed her eyebrows together in thought. “I think,” she answered eventually, “you should do whatever feels right. If there comes a time when you think you’d like to share it with him, then do it. If that time doesn’t come then don’t force yourself to let go of something you’re not ready to let go of yet.” She smiled gently. “Rosie’s a patient man. He’ll wait for you. So set the pace for yourself, on your own terms. He’ll understand, I’m sure.”

Freddie nodded, swallowing hard. In her heart of hearts, she thought so too.

At breakfast the following morning, Freddie kept her head down, fighting in vain to cool the flaming blush in her cheeks. All around her the other girls were chatting about this and that - which of the new boys was the most handsome, whether they were likely to get leave soon, if they could have a sleepover party in the hut tonight (even though technically every night was a sleepover), and how likely it was that they might be able to get away with wearing non-regulation nail varnish. All the while, Freddie only spoke when spoken to and concentrated on lining her stomach after she’d thrown up all three of her meals yesterday, trying her best to keep it down this time.

“Do you think Benny would ever go for me?” Amy was wondering aloud as she idly stirred her porridge.

“I don’t see why not,” Paddy replied. “He’s got eyes, doesn’t he?”

“I’ve never heard you mention an interest in Benny before, Ames,” Jem spoke above the rim of her coffee mug with one quirked eyebrow.

Amy shrugged, beginning to twirl her spoon in her untouched breakfast. “Yeah, well, I’m getting desperate. We can’t all have the boys falling over us like Fred, can we?”

Freddie groaned. “Stop it!” She kept her eyes trained on her own porridge as she spooned a huge mouthful of it into her mouth, hoping it would make the girls stop mentioning her and Rosie every five seconds.

From the table behind them, one of the ops room girls turned around and heckled, “Hey, Freddie, if you don’t want Rosie I’ll have him!”

Jem turned and uttered something scathing to get the other girl to back off.

Freddie was sure she’d never blushed harder. Even still, she looked up from her bowl to look between each of the faces gathered, attempting to discern who had let it slip that she had kind of maybe a thing with Rosie, searching for a sign of guilt.

Coming up empty, Freddie sighed and slumped down in her seat. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

Before anyone could reply, there came a shout from the doorway. “Section Officer Leroy!”

Every pair of eyes at the table - every pair of eyes in the mess hall, it felt like - swivelled towards Freddie. She wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

“Section Officer Leroy!” the authoritative voice called again.

“She’s over here!” Jem called in reply, holding up a hand until the man in the doorway located the source of the voice.

The chatter in the room softened as each pair of eyes tracked the progression of this unknown figure through the centre aisle between the tables. At the wireless girls’ table, they wondered between each other in whispers who this man was, whether anyone could see his insignia, and whether Freddie might be about to either be promoted or get a terrible reprimand for not disclosing that she spoke fluent German when she first enlisted.

“Section Officer Wilfrieda Leroy?” the man asked as he came to stand at the head of their table.

Freddie sat up straighter in her seat, willing the red in her cheeks to fade to no avail. “Yes, sir,” she answered him in as clear a voice as she could muster.

The man - a major, going by the pins on his lapels, though his was not a uniform she was familiar with, British or American - turned to her and took a while just sizing her up. Freddie tried not to shrink under his scrutiny, tried not to fiddle or adjust anything, before the major muttered something under his breath and gave a single, sharp nod.

“You speak German?” the major asked.

Freddie felt Jem bristle beside her. “You wouldn’t be here if she didn’t, would you?”

“Yes, sir,” Freddie hastened to say, shooting Jem a warning glance.

“Fluent?”

“Like a native, sir,” Freddie confirmed. “An Austrian native, that is. I spent a lot of my childhood in Vienna - that’s where my father’s from.”

“Hm,” the major said.

Freddie felt her stomach turn, wondering if she was going to be reprimanded for lying about it on her official paperwork.

“But you’re not a translator,” he went on contemplatively, his posh, upper class English accent perhaps making him seem more suspicious of her than he actually was.

“No, sir,” Freddie all but squeaked. “I’m a wireless operator.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to look after pilots.”

Suddenly, strangely, the major smiled. “Is that so?”

Freddie nodded tightly, her fingers twisting themselves into knots in her lap, and tried to ignore the bead of sweat trailing down her back beneath her uniform, making the silk of her slip stick to her.

Just as quickly as it came, the major’s smile disappeared, and he stood ramrod straight, military formality. “You have a meeting at 1300 hours today, Section Officer. Someone will come to collect you from the tower to take you there.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good.” He lifted his hand to his brow in a salute and Freddie paled, realising she likely should have initiated it, not only now but when he’d first appeared, too. Nevertheless, she saluted him back, waiting until he’d lowered his hand to lower hers, and all but collapsed back into her seat the second he had turned around.

No one spoke until he’d left the mess hall entirely, just to be safe.

“You’re being promoted, I’d say.” Paddy was the first to speak up.

“Either that or I’m in so, so much trouble,” Freddie lamented in reply.

Millie brushed her aside around a sip of her ersatz coffee. “You’ll be fine. They need translators more than they need to waste time disciplining people for lying. They’ll give you a slap on the wrist and then a nice pay rise and a promotion, I’ll bet. Just make sure to bargain with him so that you stay living in our hut.”

Freddie cracked a smile at this, fiddling with the rim of her glass of water. She nodded once but her heart wasn’t in it, too busy worrying what would happen at her meeting later. She didn’t want a promotion almost as much as she didn’t want a reprimand, but it seemed impossible now that she’d be able to avoid either.

#my writing #watm #mota #masters of the air #hbo war #masters of the air x oc #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal x oc #rosie rosenthal fanfic #rosie rosenthal fanfiction #robert rosie rosenthal #hbo war x oc

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mariatesstruther · 8 months

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Stay with me,,,, (I'm half asleep so everything I'm saying is nonsense. Forgive)

Tommy and Maria being similar to Jake and Amy, right?

HOW DID TOMMY AND MARIA PROPOSE TO EACH OTHER?

cause I'm thinking of how Jake proposed to Amy and how it was the best thing ever, which made me think of tommy and maria, which made me think they should have a similar vibe

BUT IDK!!!!

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE IDEAS ON THIS

first of all im kicking myself bc i read a tumblr post or fic or SOMETHING online somewhere before that inspired a small bit of how i imagine tommy would propose, and now i can’t find it??? so if this*** sounds familiar it’s definitely based on something i’m just blanking on what it is and will give full credit to op or whatever fucking thing im forgetting. this is also partly based off of how my dad and my mom became official

similar to jake and amy, i imagine them having a really goofy and sweet proposal story, like tommy has to ask maria a million times or sometimes does fake-outs like jim from the office, and maybe it’s something the entirety of jackson is invested.

im also thinking maybe maria wouldn’t want to reallyget married again, not necessarily because of her late husband but more because jackson just makes such a fuss out of weddings and she does not have time to plan that shit and she had a big wedding for her first marriage for the sake of her mother and hated it, so yeah no. she’s just maybe not big on getting married, and for the first bit of time she’s with tommy, she know he really likes her but isn’t surely thinking he wants anything serious. so for a while, maybe a year and a half to two years in, it’s just them being in love as tommy and maria, more partners than anything else to eachother, and that’s just fine with her

so imagine her surprise when one day her and tommy are eating dinner in the dining hall and one of jackson’s biggest gossips comes over and is like “y’all are just too darn cute—now tommy, when are we gonna see a ring on that finger?? it’s a shame this lady aint tied down” and tommy, cool as a fucking cucumber, just goes “oh don’t you worry, i got plans for that” because ??????????? huh????—?

she has to hold back choking on her fucking drink, she’s so taken aback. she waits until whoever that was goes on their marry fuckin way and then blinks, going “um????? you’ve got plans???” because maria is always the one with the plans. tommy hates plans. he says he loves that she loves them, but in a life an unpredictable as this, they often just get in the way; she doesn’t always disagree. but now, apparently, his plan for marriage is sure as his shooting aim, because he just smiles at her a dashingly and winks, murmuring out a smooth and flirty “yes, ma’am. i do i have plans.” for the rest of the dinner, her left leg bounces shakily under the table as he smirks as her from across the way.

because suddenly marriage doesn’t sound so bad, not when it’s marriage to her handsome cowboy goofball; the wedding she would still definitely rather just skip, but she’s sure she can convince tommy of that later. so for the rest of the night and week and month, she is on Red Alert to be proposed to, and unfortunately it just wracks her nerves

but because tommy is Tommy, he lovingly teases and fucks with her just perfectly enough to settle her mind down. he starts mixing in fake-out proposals (he does the shoe-tying one from the office while they’re hiking and watching a sunset during a romantic preproposal date two-person patrol, and she threatens to kick him off the cliff) with joking little asks for her hand in between mundane requests (hey baby, could you be a dear and marry me, then pass me the salt? im kiddin, just kiddin, i aint gonna ask like tha—what? what?? maria! come back!), also mixed with genuinely breathtaking little notes to declare how much he loves her one every few days (a note left on her dresser for her to wake up to one rare morning where tommy was up and out before her: “hey baby. just wanted to let you know how much i love you and how lucky i am to be here with you in my life. you guide me toward a greatness i never thought i could even achieve. i want to make you happy everyday. i can’t wait to call you my wife. seeya at lunch, mi vida. yours, tommy”) until eventually the pressure of being asked The Big Thing isn’t something she’s so anxious for anymore, until thinking about it just makes her smile. she’s looking forward to tommy being her husband more than anything

@bearrycool tysm again baby i got to go to sleep and wake up thinking abt this and it puts a big big big smile on my face

#im gonna stop here bc tbh i still have a million ideas about how he actually gets down and does it #might need some more help to pic one or just #or write many versions lol #BESTIE TYSM FOR ANOTHER GREAT ASK #PROMPT ATP THESE ARE PROMTS #sorry this was more jim and pam than jake and amy maybe but i def hc maria and tommy have jake and amy vibes #title of my sex tape is their thing #bearrycool ur very cool #asked and answered #maria x tommy #proposal #my writing #gonna make a fic out this prolly thank uuuuuu bearry

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princesslachimolala · 7 months

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The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜

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Chapter 1 - The Theme Park🎢🎟🎠🎡

Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: none? rollercoasters maybe?

Authors note: inspired by the run BTS episode, I’ve tried to keep the reader gender neutral (gn) and have used gendered honorific’s sparingly so when they come up you can read them as they apply to you. Y/n is younger than all of bangtan expect JK (he’s still the golden maknae) so oppa and hyung are the honorific’s used.

Enjoy!✨

•••

When the company first told you that the group was going to have its own variety show, you and the boys were thrilled. Now ARMY would be able to see all of your friendships and funny moments caught on camera and get to know you all even more.

You had no idea what kind of challenges the producer would set but when you were all told on a random Friday morning that you’d be heading to a theme park the group chat started to buzz…

🐰: WE’RE GOING TO A THEME PARK?!?!

🐥: WE’RE RIDING ALL THE RIDES

🐱: it’s too early for caps

🐰: ah cmon hyung it’s gonna be fun

🐹: okay but guys I looked up the size of the rides and they are as big as my shoulders…

🐨: that’s big

🐱: still riding all the rides jiminie?

🐻: I’ll ride next to you jimin 🫶🏻

🦊: whose gonna ride with me???

🐿: I’d ride with you y/n-ie but I’m currently looking for a loophole in the contract that says I don’t have to go 😅👍🏻

🐨: jimins been real quiet…

🐰: awwww Hobi hyung you can’t leave your favourite maknaes to ride without you🥹

🐹: do it for ami Hobah, they will want to laugh

🐿: fine 😔 I’ll do it for our ami and our maknaes

🐹: but not the hyungs??

🐱: we’re all going… let’s be on time for the bus because I’m not waiting for any of you

🐥: will you wait for me hyung?

🐱: yes

🐻: favouritism 😤

🦊: me and Jungkook are already ready, we can’t wait 🫶🏻

🦊: Hobah looks queasy, someone bring snacks for him

🐰: and us too… please

•••

You all piled into the mini bus and the cameras were there ready to film you all. Everyone was excited but you could tell Hobi’s smile was fake. You pressed your hand to his pulse point to feel his heart rapping away instead his chest.

“Don’t worry Hobah, we can hold hands on the ride”

“I’m not worried y/n-ie and we can’t hold hands anyway if we have to hold the handles”

“But your supposed to put your hands in the air, hyung” jungkook said with a small demonstration, hands in the air, making a ‘woo’ sound effect.

“That doesn’t sound safe” Hobi said sinking lower in his seat.

“I think we should all save our voices for tomorrow” Jimin suggested, “try and be quiet on the rides”

“You have to scream on the rollercoaster minie, it’s the only fun way” you said.

“There’s no way you can all be quiet on a 1000 foot drop” namjoon said shaking his head.

•••

Once you arrived you could hear the thundering of the cars against the tracks and theme park goers screaming as they whizzed by.

All the boys had different reactions upon arriving: Jungkook grew shyer now you were all in public, trying to shield himself behind Namjoon; Jimin was puffing his chest out trying to psyche himself up for the adrenaline filled afternoon; Yoongi and Hobi were sulking along at the back, as if an invisible rope was tying them to the minibus and preventing them from walking forward; and Tae looked as nonchalant as ever.

Jin was busy talking to one of the cameras while you had another one following you.

“I think they’re all pretending not to be scared” you said, “Suga was confident earlier but now he looks like he’s going to faint”

“That’s because I don’t think I can ride y/n-ie, you have to have more limits when your older” he commented back to you.

You turned back to the camera.

“I’ve rode a lot of rollercoasters before so I think I’ll be fine but I’m worried about our oldest member…”

“Yah! Who are you calling old?!” Jin appeared from right behind you. “Just because I’m the eldest doesn’t mean my bones are too brittle to ride a rollercoaster”

“But Yoongi-ssi said he’s too old to ride so you must be as well”

“Aish… the disrespect from youngsters these days” Jin said shaking his head and scooping you up by the middle.

“Ahhhh put me down… Hobahhh… Jungkookie… minieee… someone help me” you flopped against him as your pleas went in one ear and out the other.

All the boys were laughing at your predicament while Hobi didn’t even notice being too busy lost in the music of a merry-go-round tune playing in the background, dancing the robot while twerking.

•••

After Jin put you down it was time to ride and you and the golden maknae were first up on a giant swinging ride. Of course, it wouldn’t be as fun without an extra challenge you and Jungkook made up by yourselves, so while jk held the go-pro camera you decided what faces you were gonna pull with each swing of the ride. You could feel the rumble of butterflies in your stomach as the ride picked up to swing forward.

You instinctively clutched onto his arm as you rose higher.

“Don’t be scared y/n-ie I’m right here”

“I’m not scared” you said while you tucked yourself in closer to his side, hiding your face.

“Aish look at the camera silly we have to make our first face so ami can laugh” he said loudly over the whoosh of the wind in both your ears.

You didn’t see until the final cut of the footage was made but you and Jungkooks clips were hilarious and had all of bangtan rolling on the floor. Even you could admit you looked ridiculous. Jungkook was smiling and sticking his tongue out, doing an arched eyebrow and laughing at you for barely looking up at the camera.

The only matching face you and Jungkook managed to do was when he copied the expression you made when you screamed into the camera.

“Not a word about this to the hyungs/oppas, Jungkook” you said huffily, stepping off the ride.

Jungkook was too busy laughing at you to promise anything but he soon quickly switched targets as you spotted Jin and Yoongi walking your way.

“Yahh, hyung what happened to your hair” Jungkook giggled and ruffled Yoongis messed up hair only to be swatted away.

“We need the hair stylist stat,” Jin said walking away dramatically but jokingly.

“I can fix your hair Jinnie!” you volunteered.

“We need to go on more rides, we can fix hair later” Yoongi grumbled while you tried to get one strand on his head to stop sticking out at a weird angle.

•••

The go-pro camera was now in your hands. Jimin, Tae and Jungkook had wandered away and you were now standing with all your hyungs/oppas. The line for the next ride was huge so you decided to pass the time by performing a mock interview.

“Namjoon-ssi, how are you feeling about the rides today”

“Ah, I’m liking them so far but I’m getting hungry” he said coolly.

“And who is paying for your meal after the theme park today?”

“Hmm… I think the dongsaengs should pay for teasing their elders all day”

“Hey!” you said breaking character, pouting while the four boys nodded and snickered.

“I think we’ve heard enough from you Namjoon-ssi” you got back into character, turning to your next interviewee.

“Yoongi-ssi, can you tell us what your feeling as you look at the height of this ride”

“I’m feeling… nothing to be honest”

“Insightful words from the genius of bangtan seonyeondan… though I think your not telling the truth because your palms are sweaty”

“Stop telling ami about my palms” Yoongi said with his pretend indignant look.

“Perhaps the final member of rapline will have more to say” you said turning to Hobi.

“I feel very confident but I wish there was a bathroom closer to here” he giggled nervously, jumping up and down to shake his nerves.

“Don’t tell ami about your toilet habits, Hobah” Yoongi said again.

“What are we allowed to tell ami then hyung?” Namjoon said laughing, making everyone including Yoongi giggle out of their composure.

“Finally, Seokjin-ssi…”

“Yah I told you not to call me Seokjin, y/n-ie, I feel like I’m getting scolded”

“I’m not y/n, I’m an unknown interviewer” you narrowed your eyes towards him, adamant to stay with the bit.

“If you’re a stranger then I should call security”

“There’s no need, your production team know about me Seokjin-ssi”

“Aish… again” he mumbled, with a faux-annoyed expression.

“Jinnie-oppa/hyung” you proclaimed cutely to make him laugh.

“That’s better,” he agreed nodding, returning to the bit now with focused brows “continue with your interview”

“Do you have any advice for ami, what should they prepare to come to a theme park?“

“Hmm… I think ami should bring there own food because everything here is too expensive” he said thoughtfully to the camera.

“Unless you get a senior discount” you said with as straight a face as you could manage.

“Aish… the interview is over”

•••

Your group reunited with the maknaes and as they had gotten enough footage of each member on the rides, production announced filming was over and it time was to eat.

You’ve never seen Hobi looking more relieved in his life. Jungkook was going on and on about how scared all the members were on the ride. You didn’t ride one with Tae but he was adamant he wasn’t scared and Jimin said he could go on them all again with no problem.

Thankfully, Jungkook didn’t squeal about how you were actually cowardly on the big rides but your pretty sure the older members saw you buried into Namjoons side on the final ride. They just decided not to tease you, everyone was too tired to joke now you thought.

The staff had found a good Korean food restaurant not too far from the theme park and that’s where you all sat now. There were no cameras but the staff were nearby in the surrounding tables.

“Did I make too many old jokes today, oppa/hyung?” you asked Jin feeling slightly guilty.

“Of course not y/n-ie, they make ami laugh so they make me laugh too”

“I’m never going to a theme park again” Hobi said in between slurping up a spoonful of soup broth.

“What about Disneyland, hyung? You said we could go…” Jungkook looked on with his wide boba eyes.

“Yes but I can only eat the snacks and go on the small rides, kook-ah. Take jimin on the rollercoasters since he’s so confident now”

“Only if y/n-ie comes too” Jimin said.

“I’ll stay with Hobah” you mumbled into your bowl of soup.

“I’ll come to Disneyland. But right now we need more rice and kimchi and bulgogi” Tae said looking at the table, unsatisfied with the spread.

“There’s plenty to share, taehyung-ah” Yoongi said.

“Yes but I’m sure after experiencing lots of adrenaline you need to bulk up your meals to calm down once again”

“Is that a scientific fact?” Jimin asked laughing.

“I don’t know” said namjoon “but food is always good”

“We should get some naengmyeon to cleanse our stomachs then and we can get some more pork belly… it’ll be my treat”

Everyone cheered for Yoongi, and you ended the day with full stomachs and lots of laughs. You couldn’t wait for ARMY to see the episode and were even more excited to film again.

•••

authors note: that’s my first post complete, I hope it was okay and entertaining💜 there may be other ideas like this out already out there but it has not been my intent to copy… let me know if it’s too similar to yours or anyone else’s work and I can change things up!

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts army #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts namjoon #bts hobi #bts jin

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molinaskies · 1 year

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When do you think Sonic decides he's ready for that relationship, if you think he does/will?

I don’t think we’re that far off, to be honest, but I’m not sure we’ll ever see it in the series because Sonic exists in a floating timeline. Ages don’t exist anymore, but if Sonic’s 15 now, then I think he’d consider something more significantly by ages 16-17.

I’m gonna tag this as a spoiler post to be safe, but to speak as vaguely as possible, Sonic Frontiers ends with Sonic in a bit of a state of longing for his three best friends. He seems more open and ready to let them into his life, right when they’re all getting really busy. I don’t think this will result in any kind of conflict in the series, but I think it’s setting the stage for Sonic to start working on deepening his relationships with people—and that includes Amy.

That said, though, I don’t think it’s gonna be a formal thing for him, at all.

This post sums up the current state of them now, after sonic frontiers (spoilers)

This post sums their dynamic up in general

This post expresses why their dynamic works

If you wanna skip the homework: Sonic and Amy are both thoroughly aware of their feelings for each other, but neither of them are really doing anything about it because they don’t feel the need to. They’re both still kids, so there’s no need to rush into anything. So, they’re just two little hogs in love.

With this in mind, I think the way Sonic falls into a relationship with Amy is entirely accidental. There’s no conversation about it. Instead, as time goes on, they start gradually acting on their feelings more and more (and not really with intentions to, either). They spend more time together, give each other the cute couple affections (like handing holding and other physical affections, more overt flirting, and other things as they become more comfortable expressing them to each other), and kind of slip into a more legitimate relationship. I don’t think it would have a “label” for a long time, but they wouldn’t need one because they’re not playing games with each other.

Relationships are complex and scary, and a huge part of this big, scary thing we call “commitment” is not just “tying oneself down” (as that’s not really relevant in this relationship), but being able to articulate one’s feelings clearly and confidently. (This, at its core, is what I Love You-Come With Me is about). I have a strange anecdote to make my point, so bare with me.

In my Canadian high school health classes, growing up, one of my teachers taught me that “if you can’t walk into a pharmacy and buy condoms or other contraception (and not at self-checkout—at an actual register with a person) without feeling embarrassed, you should not be having sex.” Why? Because you’re not ready to handle the emotions, risks, and consequences of sex if buying condoms is too stressful for you.

Not only is this good advice, but it applies to relationships as well. If you’re unable to express your emotions for someone you love in a comfortable, confident way, you’re not ready for a relationship because you’re not able to show the love and affection as liberally as a relationship requires. Sonic (and Amy) are aware of their emotions, but they’re not perfectly able to express them, yet. Amy’s more well-along than Sonic is on this path, but they are BOTH well on their way.

So, TL;DR—Sonic commits soon, but it’s not deliberate. And that makes it better, in my opinion!

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonamy #sonic headcanon #sonic headcanons #send me your sonic asks!#molinaskies #sonic asks #sonic frontiers #sonic frontiers spoilers #kinda #this one gets kinda weird my bad! lmao

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hockey-and-timbits · 3 months

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Amy, I’m right here.

—Ty, Heartland, “Darkness and Light”

#Heartland #Amy Fleming #Amber Marshall #Ty Borden #Graham Wardle #Tamy #Ty Cries #Holding Hands | Ty and Amy #Kiss | Ty and Amy #7.10 Darkness and Light

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cutegirlmayra · 10 months

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This is probably really out there but here we go. A mysterious lavender hedgehog with familiar jade eyes comes from the future (25ish years) trying to get future Eggman back from destroying the past (modern) verisons of the heroes. She's pretty fast and Sonic finds she's weirdly familiar especially when the insane elderly Eggman goes on about keeping his promise to never touch the girl. Modern Eggman then attacks her, it's revealed she is Sonic's future daughter Velocity (best name I thought of)

Prompt:

“And that’s the gist of it.” The Girl finished tying her dark purple hair up, with streaks of magenta that sparkled like stardust for some reason… There were highlights of gold, but probably from when she turned Super just a few moments ago with Future Chaos Emeralds that helped her to get here with this ‘Uncle’ of hers’ invention. Sonic thought long and hard, his thumb pushing up against his squishy pink muzzle as he contemplated all he had heard. “So,.. our Eggman discovered your other Chaos Emeralds… resulting in that powerful blast that took out so much of that valley..." He looked a little like he was reserving how upset he was at that.

Amy placed a hand on her heart, "That beautiful valley..." She gripped some fabric of her dress, both by her chest and at the white rims of its ends.

"That's awful." Tails looked down, his eyes also twitching as he tightened his jaw, holding back wanting to say more.

"Yeah..." Knuckles looked perturbed as well, folding his arms before looking over at the Girl. "And you say you're a hero from your time?"

"That's right." She tried to be sensitive to the fact that half the crater in the ground just now was her doing... "I apologize." she put her hand to her heart, a bit more firmly than Amy did, as everyone looked up to her at the sudden shift of action. She was holding herself well, taking responsibility, "If I hadn't chased my timeline's Eggman, then none of this disaster would have happened." She looked to Sonic, "I ask you all," then to the others, "Forgive me." and bent her eyes before lowering her head, "I swear I'll make it up to you."

They smiled at her trying to take all the blame.

"It's not your fault alone," Amy interjected, taking a sweet step forward to comfort the kindhearted heroine.

"That's right, how could you have known..." Tails also held his head a bit more higher, and the Girl smiled gently to each of them.

"Thank you, but let me make it up to you. Since I don't know where my time's big baddie went into hiding here in your time, I may as well plant some trees and try and help the scarring." She offered her hand up as a way to symbolize her 'gesture of help'. "Sonic, Knuckles... we'll need someone to till the land and collect some berries."

Sonic smirked, "You got it!" and darted off, not even questioning her sudden leadership.

Surprised by that, Amy also lifted up her hand to volunteer, "I'll help too!"

"Right!" The Girl nodded, eagerly, "Your hammer can pack a wallop, it'll be useful for breaking rocks, creating holes for the seeds to be planted in, and then I'll speed by to bury them up again."

"... How did you..?" Amy looked a bit surprised, but she took off.

"While Knuckles is tilling and digging around, I'll help Sonic collect berries. We should probably figure out an irrigation system first... I'll find a local source of water and use my power to help it reach the crater." She stated, looking over her shoulder as she dashed off before speeding off... so similar... her dust of wind, the blur of color in her wake...

Even her mannerisms... the confidence in her words and abilities...

"O-oh..." Amy narrowed her eyes a bit, "She knows..."

Later on, Amy was hammering away, swinging rocks that were too hard to smash and powder down out of the way to keep the ground soft for planting while Knuckles dug about, shouting out a battle cry of efforts as he did so.

She paused only a moment to lean on her Hammer's stem, wiping the sweat off her face, when Sonic appeared with berries all in his arms.

"Think this will do?" He asked her.

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled gleefully, giggling as he plot them down for her and let them rain from his arms to rolling beside her. "Got quite a haul there, did ya?"

"Yeah. Where's the girl?" He looked about, "She didn't even properly give us a name..."

"Yeah,... like, she's avoiding it... or something." Amy looked around, "Come to think of it... she even knew about my Piko Piko Hammer without ever seeing it before." she looked at her hammer a second, lifting it up as Sonic ducked over the berries.

"Ahhh! Amy, no! The berries! You'll squash them!" he joked about and she puffed up a side of her cheek, successfully being distracted by his antics.

"Oh, you! I wasn't gonna hit them!" she laughed and playfully smacked his back as he closed his eyes and smiled too, pretending to defend the berry patch. "Get up from there, haha!"

"Nooo! The berries, Amy! I worked so hard to find them only for your incredibly hard-hitting and infamous hammer to squish them all into oblivion!" he continued to be dramatic but then his word struck her...

"Oh." Her eyes blinked a second, and she stopped all movement. "Infamous?" She leaned away as he got up, stretching out his 'lightly patted with scolds' back, and looked cheerfully back to her with his arm behind his head, pretty relaxed, but still fully stretching towards the sky.

"Well, yeah! It's obvious to me that in the future, we'll be pretty popular!" he looked out at the crater they were cultivating for vegetation and put relaxed hand down and the other on his hip. "Look, Amy... just look at it." The wind blew gently by them... and the sun illuminated the space as it rose over the curvature of the earth. "Velocity really wants to set things right, we shouldn't question her on this... I'm sure we'll find her old egg-gramp, soon." he put his arms back up over his head... when Amy looked a bit sorry for doubting her.

"Yeah... you're right, she really doesn't mean any harm-... Wait a moment!" Her eyelids bounced up wide, "You-!" she turned to him, as he looked at her with an innocent expression on his face.

"Hmm? Amy? What's wrong?" He asked while Amy pointed to him and moved away.

"You... Yo-yo-yo-you called her Velocity!" She exclaimed, and Sonic jolted in spot, "You-... You know her name!"

"Ah-oh-uh-Gotta run!" he darted off with a few awkward poses of trying to 'negate' her obvious suspicion of him now, too.

"Ah, wait!" she reached out for him... but there was just a pile of loose dirt and dust behind where he must have sped off, too... "Hrmm... Why does that worry me even more?" She bent her ears and head down, not liking the secrecy that swarmed around the girl. But she sighed, "Well, if Sonic can trust her... so can I." she looked up with determination and continued to hammer the ground repeatedly, looking like she was getting it out of her system... the berries lightly bounced and rolled a bit on the ground as she carried on...

Later, Tails reported that he had found the other Eggman, who was trying to snatch the remaining 'Past Chaos Emeralds' from Shadow, but was thwarted and tied up by him and Rouge.

"Awesome!" Amy exclaimed, "She'll be so happy to hear that!" she beamed, as Knuckles pounded his fists together.

"Can't wait to show her the work we've done on the valley! She must be having trouble locating water this far out into the mountains, though." He looked to Amy who nodded to his deductions.

"Sonic told me a little while ago that there are heavy rains coming down from the mountains, and monsoons usually reach this bit of land during the stormy seasons... If he had known she was looking for water, he would have said something sooner." She lifted a hand to explain, as Knuckles looked down and folded his arms tightly again.

"Poor girl..." He stated, "She only wanted to help..."

Amy also looked down... "I'm getting kinda worried..."

"Hey, gang!"

"Ah!" Everyone turned back to see Sonic and Velocity racing back, dragging two sticks behind them. "Sonic!" They seemed to all resonate their voices together in joy at seeing him and the new girl returning... but Amy didn't race to meet them like the others.

She held herself back... seeing Sonic waving and then looking back at Velocity with a charming smile... and her returning it happily...

Her heart hurt suddenly...

She gripped it tighter than before, "What... is this feeling?"

Although happy they found a way to trickle some freshwater towards the valley, Sonic had mentioned they should dig more smaller canals to have the water transport more down the mountain and not drown the new trees that will sprout here.

As they worked, Amy kept looking over her shoulder at the laughter and growing bond between Sonic and...

Velocity.

She gripped her hammer a bit tighter.

The campsite was moderately damp from all the water they were dealing with, making mud and finding it hard to light a fire without dry branches to use, but Velocity used her speed to quickly dry and spark wood together, and everyone seemed to praise her.

"You're pretty useful, Velocity," Amy stated, trying to be polite and kind as the girl looked up with alarm.

"You... You know my name?" She inquired.

"Y-Yes." Amy noticed her slowly coming up from warming herself near the fire. "Sonic... He... He let it slip by." she tilted her head, bending her eyes before smiling and closing them fully. "You two get along great together!"

"You think so?" Velocity wiped her hands off from a job well done and placed them on her hips, stretching herself up to the sky, breathing in the world around her. "Ahhh... the air is always so much clearer after a hard day's work!" she cheered, then winked to Amy, "You weren't half bad yourself there, hammer-girl!"

Amy had an anger mark on the side of her head, but kept her composure, twitching an eyebrow, 'H-Hammer... girl..?'

Velocity snickered a little, "Opps, my apologizes. You're super cute, Amy!" she tried to backtrack but Amy was already twitching a bit.

"It's fine." she held in her annoyance.

"You... planning to go back home, soon?" She asked as the girl twitched a second, scratching the side of her neck.

"Actually..." She blushed a little pathetically, and looked away at the side of her eyes, "Even though my timeline's Eggman is back, I would still like to finish what I've started, and get the crater looking good as new! Tails said he can get some Flickies to fly grass and flower seeds over the wide crater... I think that would be pretty and wonderful to see, don't you?"

Amy was fuming with fire... "Yeah, that's wonderful." she dipped her head down, and getting up, Velocity could definitely tell something was wrong, and that she angered the poor girl.

"U-Uhh... You know, you kinda remind me of my mom..."

Amy stopped a second, "I should go-... Huh?" She was completely shaken out of her previous feelings. She shook her head multiple times and then reached out gently to Velocity, stepping forward a bit tentatively before pulling back, "I-... what was that?"

"My mom." Velocity smiled, distilling the obvious hostilities that must have been created somehow... though she didn't seem phased, and had no desire to question it. "When she got irritated with me, she would always say, 'You're just like your Father! Augh!' but when she was happy with me, she'd always say, 'Ha! Like Father, like Daughter, eh?' and I knew she was proud of me." She turned her body to the side and looked up at the moon.

Her profile...

Amy admired how it looked just like Sonic's...

Her mind flashed to that image of him... and seeing so much of how similar they were, looked away.

"Velocity... I'm sorry." she closed her eyes, as Velocity looked back to her.

"What for?" She wondered.

"I've... I've just been awfully jealous of how you and Sonic get along so well..." She sighed and held her arms together, looking off to the side of the crater, "You can race alongside him... make him laugh... and you both have the spirit of heroes about yourselves... The more I watched you two work together, the more insecure I became... and that was unfair to you." She opened her eyes gently and turned back to Velocity, taking her hands. "But not any longer!"

Velocity lurched back a second, looking awkwardly with her mouth hanging open at the girl's sudden jump towards her and seizing her hands. "W-wha?"

"I won't lose to you, Velocity!" Amy looked pretty stoked, determination coursing through her eyes as Velocity slowly shook her head in utter horror.

"N-No, no, it's not like that-!" she tried to state but Amy continued, letting her hands come up as though the two were praying, putting Velocity's sweating face up near hers as well.

"Two women in a fierce duel of love, each fighting with all her soul and might for her one true love to take notice of her more than the other..!" Amy's eyes gracefully lifted to the stars, shining like gemstones as she declared her intentions with Velocity about to fall on her shaking knees.

"Please, no more..." Her eyes were shaking, "This is not what I meant to-!"

"No woman expects to fall in love, especially with someone as elusive as Sonic The Hedgehog." Amy took a deep, respectful breath in. "But alas, we are what we are. We are made to love, and Sonic just happened to squeeze our hearts without us knowing... it was too late when we did, anyway." She shook her head, "Can't be helped."

"M-Miss Amy, please-!" Velocity's lips trembled, tears on the side of her eyes.

"I won't ask you to back down, Velocity... don't worry." She then looked with a fire blazing in her eyes as though the reflection of the campfire, but even more brighter and powerful than its flames!

"Eeek!" Velocity jolted in spot, "Really, this is so not necessary!" She kept trying to protest but Amy 'marched' on in her 'Woman's suffering' act.

"Two women locked in an endless spiral of longing and envy, each trying their hardest to obtain a heart as free as the wind... But I won't back down either, Velocity! I'm confident in my feelings for Sonic reaching even through the whirling wind!" She leaned forward as Velocity kept trying to get away but Amy's grip was too strong.

"Please, this is a bad dream! A bad dream!" Velocity shook her head, this being too much for her. "Please let me go..!" she fell to her knees at last, her eyes now crying blobs like connected pearl strings down her cheeks, each having a differing shape to them as though morphing with her plight.

"We can't be free of our feelings, Velocity, but although I won't lose Sonic to you, it won't stop me from maintaining a cordial and friendly rivalry with you." Amy let her go but kept a hand still on one of hers.

Velocity was now on her literal KNEES, her other hand on the ground, "It's just a friendship..." she pleaded.

"Exactly... we'll maintain our relations so as to not have anyone suspect us of bad conduct. We'll fight equally and on similar grounds. Hmm-hmm." She nodded at those rules, finding them fair. "But Sonic's mine, you hear me!?" She grinned widely as Velocity seemed to finally take the fatal, ending blow and fell to the ground.

The following day, Amy was constantly trying to intercept Velocity, who kept her distance from Sonic, confusing him.

Plowing and watching the Flickies fly over the Crater, Velocity said her goodbyes and--as a small joke, blew a kiss to Amy before waving things off.

Amy was confused, but Sonic just sniggered.

It wouldn't be until years later... Amy discovered that Velocity...

Was Sonic's own flesh and future blood.

And hers', as well. ^^

#sonamy #future sonic au #anon's oc?#cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt

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One Day - Heartland AU (Part 37)

Parts: 36 ... Trigger Warnings: minor descriptions of rape

“But you do know, don’t you? You heard his voice.”

“Pretty little thing you have here, Tim.” “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Amy stared out into the yard while her vision blurred with tears.

“Tell Daddy we’re even.”

She replayed the words over and over and over in an endless loop for the last three months. But when she opened the memory to that night, it wasn’t just his voice. It was the feel of him, too. His weight crushing her front into the concrete so she could barely suck in enough air to scream. His legs pinning her in place leaving no room to fight him off. His hands touching her in places she didn’t think she’d ever be able to unfeel. His cock tearing her open so violently she was left bleeding and sore for days. Trying to isolate a voice in the chaos of blind panic proved nearly impossible.

Shutting her eyes, Amy turned away from Ty, away from the onslaught of horrific memories that threatened to separate her soul from her body as it had that night.

Unable to take her suffering anymore, Ty slid over to try to take her hand from between her knees. To get her to look at him. “Amy. I’m sorry.” He felt terrible for bringing up that night, for stirring that memory.

His hand banding around her wrist triggered a flash of her attacker snatching it when she desperately tried to reach for something to defend herself. He twisted her arm behind her back, yanking on it so hard it nearly went out of joint.

“No.” She broke then. Tore herself out of Ty’s grasp and surged to her feet.

That was when Lisa pulled away from Jack and rushed to meet Amy when she bolted inside. The two women collided, Amy falling apart in a mess of sobs and trembling legs. Lisa was barely able to hold onto her when they gave out, easing down with her to the kitchen floor.

“Oh, honey.” Lisa’s voice cracked as tears gathered in her own eyes.

Ty stood in the doorway, his face pale. He saw Amy have panic attacks before, a few times in fact, but never like this. Never to the point of her losing all control. She kept herself so tightly wound she was more likely to lash out in anger that Ty came to learn was simply masked fear. This was… the dam truly breaking.

Jack remained just as helpless near the sink. He didn’t want to believe Ty was right even though it had made sense. Discovering the truth didn’t just hurt, it incited an anger he hadn’t felt in quite a long time. Meeting Ty’s eye, Jack lifted his chin for him to go. Ty nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second before retreating outside.

Moving his gun to rest against the side of the fridge out of the way, Jack then crouched beside his wife who had her arms secured around Amy. It wasn’t lost on him that she was actually allowing the contact, even curling into it. “Is there anything I can do?” Jack asked Lisa quietly.

She shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she answered softly. What could any of them really do aside from what they were doing?

Jack gave a small nod, placing a comforting hand on her back before standing. “We’ll give you some space.”

He joined Ty outside, finding his grandson pacing the length of the yard and running his hands through his hair in aggravated motions. He stopped when he spotted Jack, lacing his fingers tightly behind his head and tipping it back to look at the night sky. “I didn’t want to be right.”

“But you were and now we know. Now we can move forward.”

Ty twisted to look at his grandfather. “Can we? She still can’t tell us who it was.”

Running his fingers over his mustache, Jack tried to drown out the sound of Amy’s sobs at his back. “I think it’s time I give Tim Fleming a call.” He didn’t intend to unless absolutely necessary, waiting to see if he’d reach out on his own to check on Amy. Aside from the time Amy called him to try to go home, there was no other contact. Given what he knew before and solidified by what he knew now, Jack would assume Tim was still protecting Amy by keeping his distance. It was about time they found out what he was hiding from them all.

Lisa massaged her hand across Amy’s back, rocking her in a soothing motion while gently shushing her. “You’re safe here, okay?”

Was she? Amy didn’t even know anymore. Safer than in Vancouver maybe, but without knowing if the man who raped her was someone with a vendetta or simply an opportunist, she couldn’t say for certain. Ty could very well have been right about everything and they needed to be on alert for the possibility of danger following her to Heartland.

“I’m going to be sick.” Untangling herself from Lisa, Amy scrambled to her feet, barely making it to the bathroom before she was once again on the floor retching into the toilet until there was nothing left but dry heaves.

Not wanting to leave Amy alone, Lisa followed, gathering her hair out of her face and holding it at the nape of her neck. She resumed rubbing rhythmic circles over her back and tracing along her spine in an attempt to alleviate the tension gathered in her body.

It took a little while for Amy to calm down enough to relax on her heels on the floor. At some point Lisa left to find a blanket that she draped over her back and took up a vigil on the edge of the tub.

Wiping at the itchy dried tears on her cheeks, Amy fell back against the vanity. She tugged the blanket around her trembling body, curling beneath its warmth. Lisa remained quiet all the while aside from some murmured assurances and words of encouragement. Amy couldn’t hear all of what she said, only that it was a comfort to have someone there to help pull her back together.

“Here. Drink some water,” Lisa said, handing her the glass she had sitting on the counter.

Taking it gratefully, Amy swallowed a few small sips then curled the glass against her chest inside the blanket.

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

“Oh, sweetie, you’ve been through hell. You have more than a right to break down.”

Amy closed her eyes. They burned from so much crying and rubbing at them. She hadn’t even considered the fact that Jack and Lisa had been in the kitchen when she came barreling inside. She assumed they overheard every dirty detail she confessed to Ty. It was just as well. At least she wouldn’t have to repeat any of it.

“It’s not just that.” Her eyes opened again, staring down into the water. “When I first arrived Ty accused me of possibly leading trouble into your home. I was offended then but… what if he turns out to be right?” She didn’t even want to fathom the possibility. It terrified her.

Lisa wouldn’t deny it worried her, too. But they had a lot of trouble come through Heartland over the years between Ty and the inmate program. Even her farm, Fairfield, wasn’t immune to corruption and scandal. So far they survived all of it while coming out stronger on the other side. “Then… we prepare for it.”

Amy lifted her eyes to Lisa.

“Maybe nothing will happen. But we need to be ready for anything. Knowledge is power, right?” The older woman reached out to place a reassuring hand on Amy’s shoulder. “The more we know, the better equipped we can be to keep this ranch and everyone on it safe.”

“What else do you want to know.” Amy’s voice shook, new tears retracing the paths of the old. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to delve into the details of the night of her assault, there were parts that she couldn’t remember. That her brain hid away in the forgotten corners of her memory as a way of protecting her.

“Anything you can tell us. Even the things you’d rather stay buried.” Even the smallest seemingly insignificant details could make a difference.

Pressing her teeth down on the inside of her lip, Amy couldn’t help picturing the expressions on their faces from the details of her trauma. She didn’t even know if she was capable of forming the words let alone saying them out loud to these people who took her in when no one else wanted to.

“When you’re ready,” Lisa added when she saw the anxiety literally biting into Amy’s lip.

Amy nodded, relieved she wouldn’t be pressured again to speak her truth. She was exhausted in every sense of the word. “I’m gonna go back to bed,” she murmured, unfolding herself from the blanket. Lisa reached out to take the glass of water so Amy could stand then handed it back. She stood and walked with her out of the bathroom, pausing in the hall until Amy shut the bedroom door.

Jack and Ty looked at Lisa expectantly when she emerged from the house. “She went back to bed.”

“Did she say anything else?” Ty asked.

“No. She’s exhausted and understandably upset. Give her some space to breathe. She’ll tell us more in her own time.”

Ty wasn’t good at being patient, but he relented. They learned more than he ever expected to in a very short time. It was enough to do some of his own digging.

Lisa looked at Jack. “Tim didn’t give you any indication of what might be going on?” She knew her husband didn’t ask too many questions before agreeing to take Amy on but clearly they should have.

Jack shrugged. “His daughter was pregnant and she was having a hard time coping. He couldn’t offer her the support she needed. I assumed that meant he wasn’t able to handle her and the care she required whether that be emotionally or financially. I wouldn’t have guessed it was something like this.”

Ty frowned. “He didn’t want them finding out their actions had repercussions. In the event they came to claim what was theirs, or clean up after themselves.”

They were all silent for a moment, letting the implication of that sink in.

“That’s what we need to be prepared for,” Ty added. “We need to find out who did it. Then we can determine the threat level they pose.”

“You think it was one of the men who came to shake down Tim?” Jack asked.

Ty considered the option again. “It has to be. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Lisa chimed in. “Unless it was just a random act of opportunity. Do we know where it happened?”

Ty and Jack looked at one another, neither having an answer. “That’s part of the story we’ll have to wait for her to share,” Ty said. They needed to know the details of that night. Awful as they would be to hear, it might be the thing they needed to narrow the suspect pool.

#heartland #fanfiction #one day #amy fleming #lisa stillman #ty borden #jack bartlett #tw: descriptions of rape

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anotherwvba · 5 months

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Punchline pt. 3

The backstage corridor at the Laughing Skull Lounge was narrow and dimly lit, but Jazzy Jamboree led Gabby Jay through like a seasoned veteran.

“Mon ami, you come through here often?” Gabby asked as Jazzy guided him around an equipment chest.

Jazzy chuckled, “You know I dig the spotlight, Gabs. I might have been on that stage a time or two.”

Gabby laughed back, “That explains how you were able to talk the manager into letting this slide with a plug to the live crowd on the next few fight cards.”

“All about who you know, my brother.” Jazzy came to a halt in front of the dressing room door. An assortment of shouts and crashes came from behind the closed door. “Man, sounds like they on round two in there.”

Gabby took position by the door, “Mon Dieu, may this not be a complete disaster.”

“Amen to that. Open her up, Gabs.” Jazzy stepped aside to let Gabby lead the way.

As Gabby opened the door, a hamburger slider came whizzing at his face. The old fighter’s instincts were still there as he narrowly dodged the edible projectile, but it found a home squarely in the middle of Jazzy’s face. From inside, curses and threats filled the air.

“What in the world…” Gabby stared blankly into the utter mayhem that was the dressing room as Jazzy cleaned his face off with a handkerchief.

“Pozwól mi odejść!” Jon Adamski, the comedian that had been pummeling a heckler earlier, now had Disco Kid on top of him trying to hold him down on a couch. “Fight like a man, coward!” Jon screamed as he was furiously reaching for food from the catering table behind the couch.

Disco, struggling with a man half his size, pinned Jon’s wrists to the back of the couch. “Settle down, man! You wanna fight, we’ll do it in the ring. But we here to talk, so just chill.”

Bald Bull was standing by the door with his arms stoically crossed. Behind him on the wall was an assortment of splattered foodstuffs, but Bull was untouched. Clearly, his bobbing and weaving skills were not to be underestimated. He glanced at Gabby with an air of slight annoyance, “Found him. He’s little upset.”

Jazzy, wiping what was left of the ketchup from the slider off his face, “Boy, you lucky that didn’t hit my suit.”

Jon surged forward in a fury, trying to break away from Disco, “Przynieś to, ty skurwielu!”

“Oh, hell no!” Jazzy lunged forward only to be intercepted by both Bull and Gabby. “You gonna talk that good shit? We can go! I wasn’t always an announcer, punk!”

In the midst of the scuffle, Jon got a hand free and hurled a piece of cake toward Jazzy… only for it to splatter against the back of Bald Bull’s head.

Bull straightened and the room went silent and still, all but Jon’s yelling that is. Never turning to face the projectile’s place of origin, Bull looked sideways at Gabby and held his gaze for a tense moment. “I get this one’s first match.”

As Disco continued his efforts to restrain the volatile comedian, Jon yelled, “You want me, starzec? You can’t sneak up on me now! You. Me. Parking lot! Now!”

Gabby, seeing the Turkish man’s expression, “Oui, that can be arranged. For now, please see that we aren’t interrupted.”

Bull moved to leave and Jazzy patted him on the back, “I’ll join you, Champ. The vibe’s getting too serious in here for my taste.”

Once Bull and Jazzy had left and the door closed, Gabby turned his attention to Jon. "Do you know who I am?" he asked in a firm tone.

Jon, still struggling under Disco, nodded. "Tak, you're Gabby Jay. That old loser that retired and started scouting talent."

“Close enough.” Gabby’s gaze was as sharp and intense as Disco had ever seen. “Let him go.”

Disco started to ask if Gabby was sure, but the Frenchman’s look shut him down. Disco got up and Jon bolted toward the door. Then, suddenly, Jon was on the floor holding his cheek. That cheek had the broad and quickly reddening handprint of an old loser on it.

“Jak śmiesz?!” Jon muttered as he rubbed his stinging cheek, now seated on the floor.

“Now, jeune homme,” Gabby straightened his sports coat and took a seat on the floor across from Jon, “may we converse like civilized men?”

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #gabby jay #disco kid #bald bull #jazzy jamboree #jon adamski

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smokinholsters · 1 year

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The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“Did you buy that suit for this ?” She asked reaching over to take his hand just after they reached Highway 2 North to Calgary.

“Everything but the boots, Grandpa insisted, you ?”

Amy smiled “Everything I’m wearing was bought just for you.”

“So, a lot riding on this date huh ?”

“Just being asked on an actual going out date is special for me Finn, Ty and I really never did this.”

“Seriously, even when you were married ?”

“Wasn’t our thing I guess, though I probably would have loved it. No hiding it, I have no idea how to do this.”

“Then I’m glad we’re doing it together, you should be a part of special things Amy.”

“I’m glad we’re doing it too.” She said softly moving her fingers between his seeing he had moved his closer and turned it to accept hers readily.

She felt his thumb gently rub over hers a moment after their fingers intertwined. The familiar goosebumps he brought her running up her spine again.

“So the paint and stuff is all waiting at the house ?”

“And the crew is raring to start taping first thing tomorrow, I guess we’ll be moving in within the month or so.”

“Still excited ?”

“On a bunch of levels, I’m looking forward to, well, a host of things actually.”

“Nervous too ?”

“Maybe a little but not really, to be completely truthful a lot of that has gone away. Lyndy’s positively giddy, Grandpa and my dad are pretty much on board, Clint’s anxious for it to happen as are the kids and Renata is great.”

“So what are you looking forward to the most ?”

“I’m not sure, actual alone time is pretty high on the list.”

Finn smiled and glanced over “doesn’t sound too promising for me.”

Amy smirked and squeezed his hand “alone time with you is pretty high on that list too Finn Cotter.”

“Actually looking forward to that porch swing myself.”

“I’m sorry Finn.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Amy.”

“You’re Ok with well, us, I mean the timing, the uhm, status of us as a couple ?”

“I’m fine waiting for the alone time and you Amy, I’m not going anywhere and there isn’t a hotel room I’m planning on springing on you later, I’m happy.”

Amy sighed “I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel this happy again.”

“That’s good to hear and this is probably not the best timing but I’m going to need this hand in a minute.”

He looked over and saw Amy pout but disentangle her fingers from his and take her hand back.

“We’ll be there soon.”

“Have you been before ?”

“Nope, going on reputation alone.”

“Cass had been twice, she say’s it’s nice.”

“Let’s hope Cass and the rep hold up then because we’ll be there in a minute, it should be right up this road.”

Finn pulled through the entrance and up to the front where they were immediately approached by two men. One opened Amy’s door and held out his hand for her and one went around to the driver’s side and handed Finn a card as he stood.

Amy waited at the foot of the stairs for Finn and put out her hand for him to take as they walked up to the doors where a young lady was waiting to hold it open for them.

Once up the stairs Finn immediately put his arm around her waist and she was happy to tuck herself into his side and lean up for a kiss before they stepped over to the small desk.

“Reservation ?”

“Finn Cotter.”

“Yes sir, right here, table for two, it’s a nice night and we have an outside table under the eve by the lake, would that suit ?”

Finn glanced over for Amy’s smile and nod and then back to the young lady. “Perfect.”

“Excellent then, if you’ll follow me this way.”

When they entered the restaurant they were led through some tables and Finn never took his hand from her body but simply shifted it so that they could walk single file to the double doors to the outside terrace where they were led to a table for two against the rail by the lake where a small candle was lit while Finn pulled out her chair and got Amy seated.

Before moving away he leaned over for a kiss and she took a second to raise her hand to his cheek.

“This is beautiful Finn.”

Before turning he took her hand and kissed her palm then took a step and sat down across from her where she immediately laid her hand on the table between them for him to take.

“Your waitress will be by in a second, will you be having wine with dinner ?”

Finn looked at Amy for a second and smiled “We’re not really wine drinkers but I’d love a drink.”

“Then we’ll forego the sommelier and your server will take your drink order. It’s a nice night, enjoy your dinner.”

“So what’s your drink ?” Amy asked looking around and noticing the sunset over the lake “This is really beautiful.”

“It’s a nice night, anyway my drink changes, before dinner I’ll have a Manhattan usually and an unsweetened ice tea or water with dinner. Burgers get a beer. Mostly music place either a beer or a margarita. I don’t drink much and don’t have a problem being the designated driver. Was Ty a drinker ?”

“He’s had too much but never really to excess, at least with me. One too many beers when he did, couldn’t drive but not mushy or slurry. I’ve never really known him to do shots or stuff like that, again at least with me. The current drinkers in the family prefer wine, Georgie beer. My dad had a drink and drug problem, I guess he still does but he’s been sober for years.”

“Yeah my grandpa’s also sober but had a problem years ago.”

Amy watched as a young lady walked through some tables and smiled at her when she stopped at their table.

“Good evening folks, I’m Eva your server so if there’s anything you need just catch my attention” she said laying two menus on the table.

“Need a drink menu or do you know what you want ?”

“I’ll have a cranberry and soda with some lime please.”

“Excellent and you sir ?”

“Manhattan, rye please, two cherries, on the rocks.”

“No problem, let me get these for you and I’ll be back for your orders.”

They both took the single sheet menus and scanned down the dishes.

“Do you like fish Amy ?”

“I do and don’t eat enough of it, mostly salmon. Grandpa fishes a lot but it’s all pretty much catch and release though at the fishing cabin it’s dinner sometimes.”

“Feel like splitting an appetizer, we could try the Lake House Fish Plank ? It’s mostly local smoked fish it seems.”

“Sounds good to me, how about mains ? The Wild Boar Chop looks good to me, I think I’ll get that, seems weird to order beef being that it’s kind of our business.”

“Well, the steak Jack made was great so no argument here. How about I get the Marinated Bison Flat Iron Steak ?”

“That sounds good too, how about we promise each other a taste or two ?”

“Share my bison huh ? Hmmmmm, I guess that would be Ok.”

“And we’ll choose desserts after ?”

“I guess we’ll have to share those too.”

“We’ll see, I kind of like my desserts.”

“You do like your sweets.”

“You got me there.”

“I’m kind of sweet.”

“I do like you Finn Cotter.” She said putting down her menu and putting her hand back across the table to be immediately taken by him. She loved his touch and thought again how gentle it was considering the callouses expected from his work.

“I’m afraid they’re not soft.”

Amy took her eyes from looking at their hands and smiled “And I was just thinking how gentle they were.”

He had an absolutely adorable grin which showed up every now and then when he pushed his flirting a little, it was another thing about him that she loved.

“So you think about my gentle hands often ?”

“Often enough.”

“Good thoughts ?”

Now it was her turn “they give me goosebumps.”

They were interrupted and brought back to reality by their server who brought their drinks. She waited until they each took a sip and brought up her iPad.

Finn looked at Amy “me ?” She smiled and nodded.

“Ok then, we’ll share the Lake House Fish Plank for Two and my girlfriend will have the Wild Boar Chop.”

“How would you like that cooked ma’am ?”

“Medium rare please.”

“Very good and you sir ?”

“I’ll have the Bison Flat Iron Steak, I guess also medium rare.”

“Excellent, I’ll be back to check in on you in few minutes.”

They both nodded at their server and both took second sips of their drinks when Finn put his hand out for her to take “dance ?”

“Nobody’s dancing Finn.” Amy said looking around. There was a trio and a singer and even a small dance floor but there seemed to be no interest at the moment.

“You know how it is Amy, everybody waits for the first couple. C’mon.” He said standing with that grin of his.

She smiled and stood still holding his hand as he stepped aside and let her lead them to the dance floor. She noticed that as before he simultaneously shifted from holding her hand to having a hand on her waist. It was a good feeling and one of those things that was new to her. Dating as an adult was completely different than what she was used to. She’s wasn’t sure if it was better but it was certainly more comfortable and honest, at least to her.

Finn surprised her when he turned her gently and moved her perfectly into a classic waltz stance.

“You know how to dance don’t you ?” She leaned back slightly and asked before closing the gap between them.

“Know is a relative word I guess, mom likes to dance and taught me the basics. You ?”

“My friend’s and I taught ourselves when we were 13 thinking that some boy or another will one day ask us. Do you like dancing ?”

“Never did much of it honestly but I kinda like this”

“I kinda like it too.” She said softly and then glanced around and saw two other couples who had joined them and giggled “It really is like high school.”

She smiled and looked up at him and Finn leaned forward for a kiss to which she was happy to reciprocate. “One more ?” He asked when the song ended.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured laying her head against his chest for the few seconds it took for the trio to start another song. As the song was ending Finn saw the waitress signal to which he nodded acknowledgment. “I think our food’s ready.”

Once again Amy turned towards the table and she felt Finn’s hand slipping onto her waist to guide her and maintain contact. She turned into him when he moved behind her to help with her seat and leaned up to kiss him.

The waitress smiled and stood waiting for Finn to seat himself before moving the smoked fish platter between them and point out the different bites available.

“I could ask them to hold off on firing your entrees if you’d like a couple dances between courses ?”

Amy smiled and looked at Finn across the table “that would be wonderful Eva, thank you.”

“Fill-up ?” She asked taking Finn’s empty high ball glass.

“Unsweetened iced tea ?

“Not a problem.” She said turning to Amy.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“So we like the dancing ?” He asked when Eva turned away.

“I like the touching part.” Amy answered reaching for a taste of one of the fish slices. “Oh, this is so good.”

“It is good.” Finn answered swallowing a bite of his own.

As soon as they were done they left the empty platter and headed back to the dance floor. It almost seemed to Amy that he held her just a drop closer than earlier and she wondered if he could feel the effect that being so close to him had on her. During their last dance before Eva signaled that their entrees were ready Amy lay her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist while her hands snaked around his neck. When she looked up at him and craned her neck up their kiss sent shivers up her spine.

They sat through dinner, playfully passing bites to each other for tastes. They gave their dessert orders of a Dark Chocolate Marquis and a Sticky Toffee Pudding along with a carafe of fresh dark roast coffee before heading back to the dance floor. In the end they were one of the last couples to leave with a wave and a bright smile from Eva.

“Did you have a good night Amy ?” Finn asked as their hands joined on the way back to Hudson.

Amy sighed and squeezed his hand “I thought the whole night was dreamy, I don’t really have the words, you, the dinner, the place, it was wonderful.”

“I guess maybe the Lake House can sort of be our place for special occasions.”

Amy nodded, “definitely a contender, especially the dancing part.”

“Yeah, definitely my favorite part.”

“Thank you so much for tonight Finn.”

Finn smiled and lightly squeezed her hand. He switched off the headlights after turning into the ranch and pulled up to the house slowly.

“It’s so peaceful and quiet at night.” Amy said waiting for Finn to come around to her side.

“Feel like sitting ?” He asked as they headed up the porch chairs.

“Sitting would be nice.” She said moving over to the bench they seemed to prefer. When they sat she tucked herself into his side as his arm moved around her shoulder gently following her body.

After a minute he leaned over and kissed her head.

She smiled and moved herself a bit so her hand could sneak under his jacket and she laid her head against his chest and sighed when his hand followed her body over her back to her waist.

“You know, you don’t smell like horses.”

Finn laughed “uhm, thank you ?”

“No.” Amy said giggling “I mean we always pretty much smell like horses but not tonight.”

He laughed again “yeah, I get what you’re saying. Horse isn’t a bad smell.”

“It’s the smell I grew up with, it’s almost weird not to was the point I was making.”

“To be fair, I noticed that you didn’t smell like horse either.”

It was almost simultaneous that she lifted her head and he shifted to the side so that they fit together comfortably when their lips met. Her head swam as they kissed and she could feel his hand move gently on her back which she naturally reciprocated. She loved his touch and her body reacted. She couldn’t totally concentrate but Amy felt good and happier than she’d been for a long time.

She didn’t know exactly when they slowly pulled away from each other but after looking at him for a few seconds she reached up and touched his lips with her finger and then leaned up to kiss him one more time.

“We have an early morning coming up.” He whispered.

“Mmmmmm.” She murmured straightening up and then smiling, ran a finger across his brow to neaten up a droop of his hair.

They walked to the door with his arm around her and Amy’s arms wrapped around his waist. At the door they shifted and he held her close with his hands on her waist with her arms around his neck. Their kisses were slow and deliberate and they were both lost in each other’s space.

His voice was a whispered croak and he was lost in her eyes as she was in his.

“Text me when you leave tomorrow and I’ll meet you at the center.”

“With the crew.”

“It’ll be a good start, I took off Monday and I have most of Tuesday for painting.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Cabinets Wednesday and plumber Friday, I’d feel better knowing everything was ready.”

Amy laughed “Just can’t wait to get me on that swing can ya ?”

“I love you Amy.”

It was the first time either of them had said the words and she had a warm sensation spread over her. “I love you too Finn Cotter.”

He smirked leaning down to kiss her and murmured “Just like high school.”

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