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nysrage · 4 months

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THE HOUSE PARTY, Onyankopon.

synopsis: after long nights of studying & days of grueling tests, you needed an outlet to relax. you didn’t expect to do it with your crush though.

content: ony’s an alpha, college au, house party, sororities & fraternities, alcohol, explicit language, sexual tension, college ‘crush’ that’s rlly yo man, a smidge of fluff, & smut.

nys note: would you believe this was all inspired from the twitter link below… lol it’s giving ‘options’ remix for ony.

Midterms had finally come to an end and everyone on campus could finally take a deep breath. whether they passed or failed, they were all looking for an outlet to get school work off their mind. Including you. The first year of college has been an adjustment, juggling school and finally being on your own. exploring different sides of yourself, making friends and losing bonds that you thought would last forever. it could all pile up at times. plus the overwhelming tears were growing old, but you couldn’t deny that the main reason you seeked a party was because you wanted to see your lil ‘friend’ tonight too. midterms had the two of you so busy with little time to speak focused on nothing but your education. so you decided to join the scene with your girls.

The street of the apartment complex was full of people either just arriving, talking, smoking, or waiting to get behind that door of the house party. Thrumming of the speakers could be heard before even reaching the top of the stairs, the opening door pouring out clouded smoke soon as it opens. You and your group of friends navigate through the crowd. Each of your index fingers locked into eachothers belt loops so no one could get lost or pulled away without notice. The house dimmed and filled with ambient led lights. People of all different backgrounds crowded to each corner with either a cup, blunt, or some ass in their hands. Letting loose for the night and celebrating their time as a college student.

You and your group of 3 settled behind the enclosed circle of people dancing and catching ass. Finally happy with the view you had of everyone and the exits of the place, throwing back a couple shots and dancing to the music. Recording the whole moment on the camcorder your influencer bestie brought to vlog her stay. The content being provided to her back to back since the night began, and even more more since that whistle of the sorrors and frats began. The intro of ‘another nasty song’ oozing out of the speakers, groups of people surrounding the greeks as they lineup for their strolls.

The alphas happening to be right next to you and your friends, performing their stroll so perfectly. That black and old gold contrasting nicely against their skin. One alpha in particular catching your eyes. Onyankopon, your lil friend that you found yourself pinning over since you stepped onto campus. Nice chocolatey smooth skin, thick brows, full lips, and a small faded curly fro. Dimpled cheeks and pretty white teeth on display as he strolls, glancing over the surrounding people until they landed on you. Looking you over real good, biting down on his bottom lip between their signature words “Who You Wit?” Many of their seducing looks they give to their audience.

The dj transitioning into the throwbacks once the strolls were done. ‘party’ by beyoncé filling the room, as your favorite alpha towered over you. “okayy, friend! you lit huh?” you giggled, giving him a playful pat to the chest. “What’s goin’? Ain’t seen you in a minute.” acknowledging your nosy friends with a nod, busy whispering and betting on when y’all would cut the act. “Been out the way, y’all new jackets are nicee!” Toying with the zipper on his fraternities varsity jacket, looking himself over slightly with a smirk. “Preciatee it, preciatee it.. You look good too.” His monotone voice barely audible over the blasting music. Leaving you leaning in to hear his words best you could, “Huh? Couldn’t hear you.” just for ony to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you close, sexy voice speaking intently in your ear. “You look good as fuck right now.”

“Thank you.” whispering back shyly, all flustered and looking anywhere but his face. Refusing to fall into the trap of men, but the longer you two talked to each other the more you found yourself wanting him more. He was upperclass, only by a year but he was still very known around camp, and not bad looking in the least. Walking different girls to class, seducing woke with one look during his stroll, and always dressed to impress whether it’s chill or not. You wanted nothing to do with being another girl in his roster, but the two always seemed to gravitate towards each other.

Ony glanced behind him, scoping out the small space. “C’mere..” taking your hands in his and pulling you close to dance, swaying your body back and forth. Ony bending down to your height to whisper in your ear, “Missed you pretty girl.” His voice deep and smooth, traveling from your ear and straight to your core. “Looking and smelling all delicious tonight.” running his hands along your hips, admiring the slight fit your put on for the function. “Someone’s had a few, been partying good huh?” Dodging those little comments, trying your best to steer the convo but ony wasn’t having it. Not tonight. “This cool n’ all, I was really tryna be on sum chill tonight.”

“Really? after being tied down to class these past few weeks.” not convinced of anything but ony was persistent. “even after being tied down.”

Replying with a small hum, the tension between you was louder than the speakers in the room. Ony just staring at your pretty face without much to say, nerves leaving you rocking back and forth. “what..?”

“tryna follow me? need to talk to you.” Maybe it was the liquid courage but tonight you’d take your chances even if it was for one night only. So you let your friends know of your whereabouts, and followed him to his room.

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Walking around the space, taking it all in. Very neat, cozy, and smelled of mahogany teakwood. His desk area full of intricately placed papers and photos of his personal achievement, family, and friends. The click of the door and his voice pulls your mind away from the frames. “Why you keep playing?”

“We’ll your bold all of a sudden..” You huffed, typing away nervously at your phone. Randomly in your bestfriend message thread just to avoid those pretty brown eyes you always got so lost in. “M’serious. Why you playing games?”

“This got to be the liquor talking.” You chuckled, pushing your hair from in your face. “I don’t play games ony..” Finally meeting his eyes, arms crossed as the two of you went back and forth. “Mmcht, ain’t no need for liquid courage. This oblivious shit ain’t getting me where I need to be, and that’s with you.”

“There’s nothing oblivious here ony..” Trying to convince not only him but yourself. You couldn’t grow weak in the knees the first time he pressed your relationship, not when he could be filling your ear with anything he wants. “So you can tell me face to face that you don’t want me too..?” Voice sweet and sincere. His eyes darting nervously around your face waiting for your answer. Not one cocky or proud bone in his body that led you to believe he was feeding you bullshit for just another notch in his belt. All of those walls falling just enough to let him in, finally admitting to yourself that the attraction was mutual. “I c-can’t, cause I want you too.”

Ony takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips from your nervousness. Thumb lifting your chin to put that pretty face on display for him. Running the pad of his thumb along the soft skin of your face. “You know you my baby, lemme in that pretty mind of yours. So I can get to know all of you and make you mine.” and those words were sealed with the soft feeling of his lips on yours. A small peck that had you going back on every single word you meant to stand on. “You gone stay with me..?” Nodding your head with a soft smile. Ony pulling you in for yet another kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and intertwining it with yours. Swallowing the whimper you gave him when his strong hand collided with your ass. Kiss so hot and steamy that it lead you right into his bed, where you’ve wanted to be for as long as the two of you were friends.

“o-ohh my godd!” Moaning out loud as you wanted, every sound from his room drowned out by the thrumming speakers in the distance. House party still going strong whether he’d been occupied or not.

Lips red and swollen from how much you’ve been biting down hard on your lip while ony had you in doggy, taking his deep strokes. Moans falling constantly from your lips while your warm slick pooled around his pretty brown dick. Filling you up so full and caressing that sweet spot within, strong hips colliding with your ass as ony watches the recoil. “Mmm, damn that pussy feel so fucking good.” hand gripping at your fleshy hip, eyes focused on where the two of you were connected. listening to the beautiful sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit, and the gushing squelch of your pussy had him losing himself inside you. His moans and groans mixing with yours as he gave you every inch of that dick. “mh—ouu, shittt. mhmm.” voice shaking from that fast approaching nut he’d been holding out on. Wanting a few more out of you himself before he was finished with you.

“Yes onyy, you fuck me so good!” but after these few words from you, he found himself letting go. “Yea, you like this dick?” hips pistoning faster, pounding into you hard and steady leaving your eyes meeting the back of your skull. Wet two-toned pussy gripping him tight to suck him in deeper, as a strings of incoherent moans were exchanged between you too. “ima give you all the dick you want.” Angling his hips towards that spot that greeted him with a stream of squirt, drenching both your thighs and his pelvis. Dick barely staying inside from how wet you were for him. Pulling out and leaving hot streams of nut on your ass, panting and moaning as he came back to. That heavy feeling of something sitting atop of your ass never fading, “Your still hard..?” you questioned, looking back at him with your pretty fucked out face. Giving him that last push to have him standing at attention again.

“you thought i was done?” he chuckled, sinking back into you with a loud squelch.

#nys works.ᐟ ᥫ᭡#nys twitter linkss 🔗#black writers #aot smut #aot onyankopon #aot onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #onyankopon x chubby reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x black!reader #onyankopon x black reader smut #onyankapon smut #ony x black reader

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positively-peachy-143 · 2 months

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Things I'm noticing on my reread. Chapters 1-2

Darry was captain of the football team in school

Soda knows how to lift one eye-brow and he learned it from Two-Bit

DARRY APOLOGIZES TO PONYBOY IN CHAPTER ONE

Ponyboy has to put a stupid bandaid on the cut he got bc Darry told him to.

when asked about school at the end of chapter one, Soda redirects to talk about Sandy instead

could be wrong but Dally is waiting to meet Johnny and Pony under a streetlight at the beginning of chapter two, would be kinda cool if it's the same one he dies under

Hinton always avoids going into detail about what Dallas is saying when Ponyboy talks about how good he can swear or how dirty he can talk.

PONYBOY CALLS DALLAS OLD IN CHAPTER TWO D:

Cherry ate with "too bad you can't ride a bull half as well as you can talk it" no crumbs

Cherry apologizes to Ponyboy when he says he's friends with Dallas. I just thought that was funny.

TWICE HE CALLS DALLAS OLD IN CHAPTER TWO

slightly off-topic but a couple times Pony will explain something they do and go "don't ask me why, I don't know why" meaning he knows how shitty some things they do are, but it's just the way that it is, and if he felt like he had a choice, he wouldn't say or do those things.

Two-Bit is good at voice imitations!! I feel like we moved past that one too quick

GUYS CHERRY IS SO FUNNY I LOVE HER SM.

Two bit jokingly goes "who's this? your great aunts?" and Cherry (the GOAT) Valance goes "Great-grandmothers, twice removed" THAT WAS SO FUNNY.

Two-Bit does the eyebrow thing when he's puzzled or confused <3

GUYS THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN TWO-BIT AND THESE GIRLS.

Guys even Two-Bit called Dallas old.

okay but "Mr. Timothy Shepherd and Co." was one of the funniest things Two-Bit ever said.

I feel like the sentence "He sure put things into words good" was bad on purpose. Like Pony you're writing a BOOK wtf are you talking ab

TWO-BIT HAS GREY EYES <3333

It's interesting to me how the Socs attack on Johnny effected him more than a whipping from his father with a two-by-four

Also Dallas looked sick at seeing Johnny all beat up, despite having watched, yunno, murders back in NY

guys off-topic but Cherry is such a girlboss

anyway

Sylvia tried to make a move on Johnny while Dally was in reform school >:(

Chapter two ends with "I know better now." which actually like stabbed me through the heart bc AGH

Lmk if you want more updates and lists like this as I reread. This was only chapter one and two D:

#the outsiders #reread #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #cherry valance #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #dally winston #johnny cade

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austonwithan-o · 1 year

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Summer Job- Trevor Zegras x Reader

After a certain boy walks into your hair salon. How could you say no to him asking you on a date? I mean customer satisfaction right?

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No warnings!

You had just recently moved to Bedford, NY to live with your grandparents. They offered for you to live with them during the summers when it was too expensive for you to fly back to Portland where your parents lived. Attending NYU completely on scholarship you didn’t have time for a job during the school year. You did cut hair on the side for some of your friends and they paid you some which covered some weekend excursions but nothing too crazy. Little did you know that side hustle would lead to you meeting the love of your life.

Sitting in your bed you scrolled through job listings, a lot of grocery stores, gas stations, target, fast food places were hiring but nothing really caught your eye. Annoyed you closed your laptop letting out a groan.

“I refuse to work at McDonald’s mom. I’m not coming home smelling like fries and grease and it’s a whole 40 minute drive from here! There’s literally nothing interesting here.” You were annoyed with the sparse selection of employment available and despite your obvious disappointment your mom let out a laugh much to your dismay.

“Honey I know you don’t wanna come home smelling like a fast food place but you’re gonna have to choose something. Plus it’s just for the summer! Just like what, 2 months? You can survive 2 months y/n or here maybe ask grandma and grandpa if they have any friends who have businesses. They know a lot of people around there.” Her voice rang through the speaker phone on your nightstand, it wasn’t a horrible idea, your grandparents did have a great reputation in the town and a lot of friends.

“Hmm you’re not wrong?” You said picking up your phone, “I’m gonna go talk to them it’s dinner time anyways.”

“Alright sweetie I love you! Have a goodnight and keep me updated on the job hunt.”

“Will do momma! Love you too!” Hanging up and making your way downstairs the smell of your grandmas food was heavenly. You loved it here.

“Oh perfect! I was just about to call you down!”

Your grandpa said pulling a chair out for you to sit. You smiled and thanked him as he pushed it in.

“So grandpa I was on the phone with mom, looking for jobs with her and I was wondering if you knew anyone who would be willing to hire me for the summer? I mean there’s fast food and restaurants and stuff but I just thought maybe you’d have more, I guess, connections around here?” Taking a bite of the chicken on your plate. There was a few seconds of silence before your grandma spoke.

“You know I actually do know someone who’s hiring but are you good with hair? My friend Carla has a hair studio 10 minutes into town and she’s looking for another employee.”

Bingo.

“I can cut hair! I have a little side hustle at school cutting hair for like $10. I mean I’m not professional but I’m definitely not bad at it. I can also style and dye hair too!” This was the perfect job you thought plus the tips would be great!

“Her name is Carla! I’m going in tomorrow to get my hair trimmed. I’ll introduce you to her, she’s such a sweet lady!” Your grandma said, “We will leave around 11? My appointment is at 11:15 and I like getting there a bit early.”

You agreed. After dinner you spent a few hours playing cards and chatting with your grandparents eventually heading up to your room.

You woke up around 10:30am a little tired from staying up watching hair tutorials refreshing your memory on how to cut hair but you didn’t need much reminding.

You showered, got dressed and ran downstairs grabbing the keys to your old Jeep.

“Grandma I’ll drive!” You exclaimed rushing out the door.

“Alrighty I’ll be there in a second.”

The drive was peaceful. Driving through the colorful country you couldn’t help but admire how nice and green everything around you was. Your thoughts were interrupted by your grandma.

“I don’t know if you watch hockey at all but Carla has a little bit of a celebrity customer you know.” She smiled, “I’ve met him before his name is Trevor Zegras. He’s a hockey player. I’m not sure which team but he’s a cutie. Maybe you’ll get to cut his hair.” She shot you a wink making you roll your eyes.

“Ah yes grandma I definitely need a hot hockey player boyfriend to distract me all summer.”

“He’s a very charming young man! I bet you two would hit it off!” You laughed at her statement. A relationship was definitely the last thing on your mind for the summer. Making friends? That would be fun but definitely no boyfriend.

“Grandma you know I don’t need a boyfriend. I mean especially since I would just be leaving to school in a few months.”

“You never know y/n! People come into your life for different reasons.”

You smiled at her words but it was true. You didn’t want a summer fling. It wasn’t your style. If you were gonna date someone it was going to be serious and having a hockey boyfriend was definitely not on your list of things you needed.

You arrived at the hair salon. The sign displayed on top read, “Bedford Village Hair Design” it was a cute little shop. You could see a few workers at their stations and a few customers in the chairs. You both walked in hearing the chime of the bells, “Alice! Good to see you! You’re a bit early but I’ll just get you started over here-“ the woman who you assumed to be Carla gave you a wide smile.

“And who might you be?” She asked pulling you into a hug.

“Carla this is my granddaughter y/n! She’s staying with me for the summer and I brought her here to introduce her to you! She’s looking for a summer job and I think she would be perfect for your salon!” She said as she sat down in the seat, you followed close behind the two, standing beside Carla.

“Well I definitely wouldn’t be apposed! Can you cut men’s hair? I have more and more male clients coming in and I need more help around here!” Carla spoke trimming away at your grandmas hair. She was definitely not new to this.

“Yes! I cut my guy friends hair all the time in school. It’s like a little side hustle so I can make some money during the year.” You explained.

“You know what that sounds great! If you want just swing by tomorrow let’s say around 9:30am and you can start if that’s okay with you? I have someone coming in at 9:45am who you can do. He’s very sweet.”

“That sounds awesome! Thank you so much!”

You waited in the corner for your grandma to be done her hair which took about 20 more minutes and with that you both left after.

The next morning you woke up throwing on a flowy floral dress trying to match the vibe of everyone’s outfits yesterday. You wanted to make a good first impression so you took your time with your hair and makeup. Rushing out the door it was 9:15 by the time you left luckily there’s never any traffic in the small town.

Walking inside the small business you were greeted by Carla and another worker Gracie. She was around Carla’s age and very very sweet as well.

“Hi you must be y/n!” She greeted you giving you a hug.

“Yes! It’s good to meet you?”

“Gracie! My name is Gracie! Well I’ll give you the heads up since you’re new I’m gonna let you take my regular client at 9:45 today. His name is Trevor! He’s very nice so don’t be intimidated and he will let you know how he wants his cut.” She said handing you an apron.

For some reason your heart dropped a bit but you didn’t know why. You hadn’t even met the guy let alone seen his face and already freaking out.

“Are you sure? I mean I can take someone else if you want-“

“Lovely don’t be silly! I insist don’t worry he won’t bite you! I’ll still be here I’ll just be organizing in the back and Carla will be in the front or back with me.” She said and with that the sound of the door opening and the bells jingling made you freeze in your place.

“Carla! Gracie! And new girl?” You shyly turned around to face him. His smiled was so bright and his eyes were so pretty. He walked over and gave Carla a hug all while scanning you up and down. He pulled away eventually giving you a firm handshake. His touch sending sparks up your arm, making butterflies form in your stomach.

Oh my God he was gorgeous.

“Trevor this is y/n! Y/n this is Trevor! She’s gonna be cutting your hair today Trevor.” Gracie said grabbing his hand. His eyes hadn’t left yours and you could sense the nervous energy radiating off of his tall figure. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair which fell perfectly back into place framing his chiseled features.

“Oh cool! I’ll get a buzzcut this time.” The two older women let out exaggerated gasps slapping his shoulder making him laugh.

“Hey I’m kidding! You know I’d never do that Carla.” You couldn’t help but laugh as well at their reaction. You were already loving this job and you’d been there for about 10 mins.

“Trevor the day you get a buzzcut is the day I officially quit my job.” She handed you a barbers gown and he followed your lead by sitting down in the chair letting you throw it over him securing it in the back. Your hands were shaking and he could feel it as you tied the back lightly brushing the back of his neck.

“Alright y/n let me know when you’re done, I’m going to help Gracie in the back. Trevor no buzzcuts.” She gave him another light slap on the shoulder and he shot her a wink. The two ladies walked off exchanged glances at the two of you.

“You can lean back and I’ll wash your hair first.” He followed your directions placing his head in the neck rest.

“I’ve been coming here for a long time and I’ve never seen you here or around here for that matter. Where you from?” Trevor asked looking at you. You refused to make eye contact with him because you knew you’d fold under his eye contact.

“I’m from Portland but I live here in the summer times and I go to school at NYU.” You explained as you massaged his scalp with the shampoo.

“Oh that’s sick! Yeah I live here during the summers but I’m in Cali most of the year.” He was very obviously enjoying you running your hands through his hair and you couldn’t deny. You did as well.

“My grandma comes here a lot. She said you play hockey huh? I didn’t know there were hockey teams in California.” You admitted almost feeling a bit stupid letting those words leave your mouth. Trevor grinning at your remark.

“It’s a weird place for ice hockey that’s for sure but yeah the Anaheim Ducks. I’m guessing you don’t watch hockey?”

“Not at all. I’m not huge into sports but I played volleyball in high school.” You rinsed his hair off then wrapped his hair up in a towel and motioned for him to move to the hair cutting seat. His height shocked you a bit more when he stood up letting you really observe him. You caught the smell of his cologne as he walked by sitting down in the chair. You couldn’t get enough of him but you were fighting the feelings.

“I’ll have to get you to watch a few games. It’s important if we’re friends you watch hockey or at least know how the game works.” He stated looking at you through the mirror making it harder to concentrate with his gaze.

“Also, keep the shape but just make it a bit shorter. It’s kind of hard to see now.” Trevor grabbed a front strand of his hair pulling it down his face to see how long it was.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” Teasing him a bit. You snipped away at his hair following his request. You couldn’t help but notice all the tattoos on his arms as well letting your eyes scan his features more.

“I mean I’m trusting you with my hair so of course we’re friends but let’s say I ask you out on a date. Would that make or break the friendship.” The question caught you off guard.

Y/n you just said you weren’t gonna date anyone. Tell him no.

“I mean I don’t see how a date could hurt the friendship. I’m free anytime past 4 when the salon closes.” You couldn’t believe you just said that. It was like you had no control.

“Perfect I’ll pick you up at 4 tonight. What you’re wearing is perfect.” You blushed at his comment. Finishing up his hair and blow drying it. He stood up and you shook the barber cape off. You did a pretty good job you couldn’t lie.

“You know I might have you cut my hair from now on beautiful.” He turned around to face you.

“I mean I charge more so if you’re fine with that I’m fine with that.” Joking obviously you walked over to the wall grabbing a broom to sweep up all the hair you cut off.

“Worth every penny. I’ll pick you up at 4 from here. Leave your car here and we’ll just take mine.” Carla came back to the front soon after.

“Yay no buzzcut! You did really well Y/n.” Carla gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Trevor made his way up to the front with Carla to pay while you cleaned up the hair on the floor.

“I’ll see you tonight y/n.” Winking at you he left the salon.

“I’m guessing you two hit it off huh?” Carla smirked.

“I mean I wouldn’t deny it.” You blushed at her comment making her laugh.

“He’s a great kid y/n. I wouldn’t let him near you if he wasn’t.” Carla smoothed out her apron retreating to the back again.

This was gonna be a very interesting summer and an even more interesting school year.

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Tbh idk how I feel about this one but oh well

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flanaganfilm · 11 months

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Hi Mike, how was Tribeca?

It was fantastic.

For those who don't know, I was lucky enough to be invited to sit on the US Narrative Feature Jury at this year's Tribeca Festival. I just got back yesterday from ten days in Manhattan.

I found the whole thing to be absolutely rejuvenating.

Our category had five jurors: myself, Zoey Deutsch, Stephanie Hsu, Tommy Oliver, and Ramin Bahrani.

Kate was also on a jury - she was on the International Feature Jury (which included Brendan Fraser and Zazie Beets) so that meant we spent the week seeing different movies. We'd pass each other on our way to different screenings, sometimes in the lobby of the theater, and then meet up for dinner or a party and get to tell each other about the awesome movies we saw that day.

It was overwhelming to start with. At the Opening Night reception, we met Robert DeNiro, and we saw Martin Scorcese and Matt Damon (we were way too timid to introduce ourselves). I did manage to introduce myself to Kenneth Lonergan, who has made some of my all-time favorite movies (You Can Count on Me is one of the best movies I've ever seen), and the great Chazz Palminteri (I got to tell him how much I absolute adore A Bronx Tale). I also spent a fair amount of time chatting with Peter Coyote, who was incredibly kind and funny. We chatted a lot about Ken Burns.

After that, we went to the Opening Night film, a terrific documentary called Kiss the Future. We walked the red carpet (something I'm never quite comfortable with, but luckily Kate is a natural) and we saw the movie with a packed house. It was a beautiful film and really started everything off on an amazing foot.

And then the judging started. I got to watch all of the movies in my category in the theater, with audiences. A car would pick me up and take me to the screening. At my busiest, I saw three movies in one day, but it was usually two.

I made it a point not to know anything about the movies before I saw them - sometimes I went in without knowing the title. And I can't overstate how amazing it was to see these independent films with an audience, in a theater, instead of streaming. Having spent the better part of the last five years watching this primarily at home, I was shocked at how inspiring and energizing it was to sit in a theater with a crowd over, and over, and over again. I've never seen this many movies in a theater in such a short time, and I LOVED it.

I didn't only see movies that were in my category, though. I also made sure I saw other films at the festival that I wasn't judging - including Downtown Owl, the directorial debut of my friends Hamish Linklater and Lily Rabe.

I made a point to go to the premiere of Suitable Flesh, starring the amazing Barbara Crampton and Heather Graham, and produced by my old friends Joe Wicker and Morgan Peter Brown from the Absentia Days.

And it wasn't all movies, either - I also got to moderate a chat with the brilliant Sam Lake about his upcoming Alan Wake 2 release. Sam was a joy to spend time with, and we had a lot to talk about.

And my friend and colleague Justina Ireland traveled up to NY to moderate a Master Class where a theater full of people listened to me ramble about horror movies for an hour.

(With Justina Ireland and Johnathan Penner - Penner ran the Escape from Tribeca program, and it was his idea to bring me to the festival)

And then, just before I left, I met up with some friends to see a Broadway show. Karen Gillan and Willa Fitzgerald joined Kate and I to see Grey House.

My experience at Tribeca was fantastic. It was such an amazing celebration of art and cinema, and I can't wait to go back. I spent a lot of it feeling overwhelmed, and feeling like I didn't quite deserve my seat at the table (imposter syndrome is just one of the staples of being a filmmaker, isn't it?) but I'm so glad I went.

#tribeca #tribeca festival #robert de niro #martin scorsese #zoey deutch #stephanie hsu #chazz palminteri #sam lake #alan wake #remedy entertainment #alan wake 2 #karen gillan #willa fitzgerald #grey house #broadway #tommy oliver #kate siegel #honestly this was one of the most fun festival experiences I've ever had

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pleasantlyinsincere · 2 months

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Hi, I was wondering if you know what music John was a fan of in the late 70’s? I’m aware of him being excited about the B52’s, and I’m assuming he liked David Bowie and Elton John’s music in part because they were his friends in addition to obviously being talented. And I think I read once that Julian turned him onto Queen but tbh that may be me misremembering a fanfic lol I just wonder if there’s anything out there that describes what John’s music tastes was in those days or whether he preferred to stick with his favorite classics; early rock and roll, girl groups ect. Like what did he think about the punk scene in NY?? Or the close harmonies a la Fleetwood Mac that dominated the charts? Just things I think about haha.

Hi, thanks for the question. I know that I skipped through a book called John Lennon: 1980 playlist by Tim English before, that may be a good source for you. Here's some random info, that I remembered where to look up. I think Julian introducing John to Queen comes from the SPIN magazine interview in '75:

[Julian] likes Barry White and he likes Gilbert O’ Sullivan. He likes Queen, though I haven’t heard them yet. He turns me on to music. I call him and he says, “Have you heard Queen?” and I say “No, what is it?” I’ve heard of them. I’ve seen the guy … the one who looks like Hitler playing a piano … Sparks? I’ve seen Sparks on American TV. So I call him and say, “Have you seen Sparks? Hitler on the piano?” and he says, “No. They are alright. But have you seen Queen?” and I say “What’s Queen?” and then he tells me. His age group is hipper to music … at 11 I was aware of music, but not too much.

But then there is also an anecdote, I think by Tony Barrow, that John didn't want to sign Queen to Apple years earlier? However that may be a lie, or John just didn't remember.

Yoko gifted John a jukebox for his birthday in '78 and apparently John filled it with the old music he liked. Elliott Mintz says there was quite some Bing Crosby. And I remember John also putting some new song by Dolly Parton in there.

"Yoko gave him this old-fashioned jukebox and John stocked it with Bing Crosby records. People kind of expected him to have rock 'n' roll records in there, but it was almost totally Crosby stuff. There were 3 songs which John played over and over. I still remember them. They were Crosby with a jazz quartet from the 50's, I think. He would banter and talk in the songs and John thought that was just the end. The songs were Whispering, I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter and Dream a Little Dream of Me. Yeah, those were the songs, I can still see John listening to them." - Elliott Mintz

“The one modern song I remember him listening to was ‘The Tide Is High’ by Blondie, which he played constantly. When I hear that song, I see my father, unshaven, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, dancing to and fro in a worn-out pair of denim shorts, with me at his feet, trying my best to coordinate tiny limbs.” - Sean Lennon

One night we were playing at Max's (Kansas City) in New York City, and I was waiting for everyone to leave the club so I could go back in and pick up my gear. We were sitting in the van waiting and John Lennon and Ian Hunter from Mott the Hoople came staggering out and looked over. John Lennon saw it was me and stuck his head in the window. He was kind of drunk and stuck his face right against mine and went 'yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah' because he recognized it (Devo's song Uncontrollable Urge) as being an updating of She Loves You. That was one of my most exciting moments ever. - Mark Mothersbaugh on John coming to a DEVO gig in '77

PB: John, what is your opinion of the newer waves? Lennon: I love all this punky stuff. It's pure. I'm not, however, crazy about the people that destroy themselves. Playboy interview, 1980

I like pop records. I like Olivia Newton-John singing "Magic" and Donna Summer whatever the hell she'll be singing. I like ELO singing "All over the World". I can dissect it and criticize it with any critic in the business...But without any thought I enjoy it! That's the kind of music I like to hear. - John

John Lennon raced into Yoko Ono’s home office in the mammoth old Dakota building with a copy of Donna Summer’s new single, “The Wanderer.” “Listen!” he shouted to us as he put the 45 on the record player. “She’s doing Elvis!” I didn’t know what he was talking about at first. The arrangement felt more like rock than the singer’s usual electro-disco approach, but the opening vocal sure sounded like Donna Summer to me. Midway through the song, however, her voice shifted into the playful, hiccuping style Elvis had used on so many of his early recordings. “See! See!” John shouted, pointing at the speakers. The record was John’s way of saying hello again after five years. [...] It was just weeks before his death in December of 1980, and his playing the Summer record was an endearing greeting -- and one that was typical of John. Of the hundreds of musicians I’ve met, John was among the most down-to-earth. Corn Flakes with John Lennon (And Other Tales From a Rock ‘n’ Roll Life) by Robert Hilburn

"I'm aware of ... Madness. "Don't do that. Do this." (As on the spoken word intro to "One Step Beyond".) I think that is the most original thing actually because it's so peculiar. ... Out of all that mob I think that was one of the most original sounds. Very good drumming, very good bass and all of that." Andy Peebles interview

And things I don't have quotes for right now: I remember Bob Gruen had given John some video compilation of punk bands, that John enjoyed watching. In one of the last interviews John said Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen was a great song. There are the albums John asked Fred Seaman to buy on his shopping lists. Some are printed in The John Lennon Letters (Though I'm not sure that means he liked them, but at least was interested in.) Lot's of Bob Dylan talk in the diaries and parodies. Many anecdotes about reggae bands. In the Double Fantasy studio recording John references quite some songs and artists, when he tells the musicians what they are aiming for in the songs.

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Unlucky

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: blood, angst if you squint, blood, bad writing

Pairing: Tara Carpenter X Fem!Reader

Wrote this before watching Scream VI so don’t worry it doesn’t have any spoilers

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You didn’t really like living in Woodsboro.

It was a small town, which meant that everyone knew everyone, there was literally just one high school and all the kids your age went there so if anything ever happened or one student did something, all town was going to know, all the kids were going to talk about you and make fun of you. This gets really close to what happened to you.

You used to be Tara’s girlfriend, and it also meant that her friends were your friends too. You’ve actually known Tara your whole life, her sister was your baby sitter and you were really attached to her and even when she left you found ways to stay in contact with her. She was to you the sister you never had, she cared for you like she cared for Tara and that was just good to know. Your parents were both alcoholic, so whenever you went at Sam and Tara’s Place, Sam would always be the one taking care about you, cleaning you up and even feeding you. No matter the countless times you told her she didn’t have to, she always insisted. It nearly was a tragedy for you when she left Town, for obvious reasons.

However eventually you broke up with Tara. Apparently her friends - mostly Amber and Liv - had convinced her that you were too damaged, too far gone to be helped and Tara needed and deserved a better girlfriend than you. I mean how could you blame them? You were indeed as they described you. Your parents had been killed by Ghostface when you were really young and for the first period of time, Sam took care of you like she always did, but then she left and you were put in the foster care system until you were old enough to be able to care for yourself and work and have your own apartment. It was nice you had to admit, being independent and not having to think of anything else but yourself… and your girlfriend.

But then Tara broke up with you, and everything went downhill. You didn’t leave your apartment if not for school or for groceries, it was all pretty a mess. But then ghostface appeared again. You were his first victim. You were helpless already, I mean you had no one, no one who cared for you so surely no one would mind if you were killed right?

You were right, no one did mind after all.

Not Tara, not Sam, no one.

After getting stabbed 10 times, you fell into a coma and when you woke up everyone had left town. Your old friends, your ex, her sister too. They had left and they didn’t tell you anything, they didn’t leave you a message, a phone call, nothing. They had disappeared, leaving you behind in that hellscape of a city and you were alone. And when you went back to school, everyone cheered for you, and gave you the nickname of “last one standing” and you didn’t like that at all. It was a nickname you hated, that would haunt you forever and keep the trauma inside of you alive. And you knew that nothing was over, you knew that every 10 years or so someone would put on Ghostface’s mask again and continue the job that the last Ghostface couldn’t finish…

…only it happened sooner than you ever thought.

You had organized a trip to New York. You had always wanted to go so obviously you agreed. The big apple has always been one of your dreams and even if you were going for a week as a tourist, it was still something, and you were going to make it work. You were going to have a lot of free time so you could go where you have always wanted to go… Central park Times Square, The Brooklyn bridge… yes, you were definitely going to make it work.

You decided to go alone, because ever since Ghostface attacked you, you didn’t know who to trust and to be honest you didn’t want to trust anyone. That’s why all your free time you were walking around NY alone. You were going to the underground train when your phone rang, and you answered it without taking a look at the caller ID “go for (Y/N)” you said, and waited for a reply. “Hello (Y/N)” a too familiar voice could be heard from the other side of the phone “long time no see” he continued, and you immediately got frightened. You looked around, the streets were getting empty due to the day arriving to an end. “W-what do you want from me? Haven’t you done enough?” You asked, speed walking to the station. “Oh no, my game didn’t even start last year. I didn’t finish my job” tears made their way up to your eyes “please leave me alone… I don’t even have a group of friends you can attack” you said, hoping that this would lead him somewhere else

“That’s where you’re wrong, (Y/N). Now I got you here, and Tara and the others already are in town so that’s going to be easy” you could practically see the smirk on his face just based off his voice. You finally got to the underground station. It was empty at this time of night, which only made you ten times more scared “please don’t hurt me” you sobbed and hid behind a wall “oh but I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to kill you, by stabbing all of the organs that I missed last time” at that the call ended, and when you looked around he sprinted towards you, you tried running away but he was quicker. He grabbed you by the air and after pulling you into his embrace, he stabbed you repeatedly in your stomach, as you let out pained screams and grunts, no one could ear you because the station was empty… only you could be this unlucky. He stabbed you five times before you found enough strength to throw your head back and hit him in the face, making him fall down.

He lost his grip on you doing so, and you fell on the ground, face down as you grunted once more, one of your hands covering the wounds as you used the other to try and drag yourself away from him, all with blood spewing out of your mouth. “Where do you think you’re going?” He said after he got up and stopped you by kicking you in your stomach, exactly where your wounds were. You spat out more blood and he towered over you, knife in hand as you closed your eyes and waited for the final impact…

…that never came.

You heard a loud noise, a gun perhaps. And Ghostface, not being armed enough left in a hurry. You laid there, blood spilling our from your wounds and mouth, breaths becoming more erratic and wet as you kept your eyes closed. At some point you felt someone’s hands on you, turning you around to take a look at you and who you were. “(Y/N)? Oh my god what the hell are you doing here?” Another familiar voice… this time it was also another voice you knew too well, but it was… Sam. You opened your eyes, they immediately swelling with tears as you relaxed “S-Sam” you sobbed out and looked at her. “Please help me” you said and for a brief moment you saw her nod. Your eyes were starting to get blurry, and you could feel yourself lose consciousness but you knew you had to stay awake. “Chad, please pick her up”

Within seconds two strong arms were around you and carrying you bridal style, the position hurting you even more… good, at least that’ll keep you awake. You were almost a deadweight in his arms, and he decided to joke about it. “Damn, I didn’t think you were this light” he said. You have always been skinny, maybe too much but it was fine with you. He and his sister were the only ones that even back then never said anything bad about you “oh shut up” you joked back and the laugh made you even more in pain. You didn’t register if there was someone else aside the two of them, as you were swinging from unconsciousness to consciousness and the voices were confused. One thing you were sure of, when you were laying in a car’s backseat, you felt someone hold your hand… a hand you knew too well. Tara, maybe? You weren’t sure because you lost consciousness soon after that.

When you woke up in the hospital, the bright light bothered your eyes, but you squeezes them and rubbed them and eventually you got used to the light. Only Sam was in the room at the moment and she was on her phone. “I think I’ve been in this position before” you giggled as you tried sitting up, also letting out a grunt as Sam looked up and smiled at you. “How are you feeling?” She said and put her phone away. “Like I’ve been stabbed 5 times… for the second time” you joked again, and saw how she smiled slightly. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling better… I’m sorry for, you know not getting there sooner” she said and you shrugged “it’s okay, at least I didn’t fall into a coma this time” you shot your arrow, looking away and making Sam look down, out guilt. “(Y/N) I’m sorry-“ she tried to say but you interrupted her: “Sam why didn’t you leave me a note or something, a voicemail… why didn’t you wait for me to wake up” you said

“Because we couldn’t! We had to leave for Tara’s sake and for our own safety and we couldn’t leave any trace back or he was going to find us-“ “he found you anyway. Tell me what did that change? You knew he would have found you either way yet you just had to keep me out of everything like everyone always does!” From all the yelling, the stitches on your stomach had popped and you were bleeding again. “Fuck-“ you said and pressed on the bandage. “I’m going to call a doctor” Sam said and left the room for a brief moment, and soon enough a doctor came in and did your stitches again, along with everyone else who looked at you worriedly. this time Mindy and Tara were there too, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

“Hey guys” you said, your voice kind of low and shy, different to how it was moments ago with Sam. You had all grown up, surely they didn’t “hate” you anymore… right?

“Look, I-“ you were about to continue speaking when Tara made her way over to you, hugging you tightly but avoiding the stitches. You didn’t know how to react at first, but you saw Sam and Mindy give one of those “finally” smiled and you knew that this was something good. You hugged her back and breathed in her scent, god did you miss her. You never stopped loving her, you knew that it wasn’t either of your fault that the two of you broke up… Tara had been basically brainwashed. “I’m so glad you’re okay” she whispered and you smiled slightly, when she pulled back you both smiled at each other before you gave her a nod and a small smile, as if to confirm her you were okay.

“So uhm… back to my question… what are you doing here in New York?” Sam asked and you scratched your head. “I always wanted to come as a tourist. Guess I’m safer in Woodsboro…” you said and Sam immediately replied. “You should stay here. He’s after you and he’s after us as well, we can help each other and I can protect you. I couldn’t protect you a year ago but I can now. Stay.” She said and you couldn’t help but nod at her proposition.

They had defeated Ghostface once, surely they could protect you.

#jenna #ortega #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream vi

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Fan pages on Twitter with Bruce are making me think of one thing. Kpop Twitter. Do u think they would be making fancams of him too? Photocards? Posters? Buying 10 copies of vogue just for different cover with him?

*takes off glasses* now I cannot reveal the secrets of my Twitter au BUT you came to the right person :DD

NOW CONSIDER

BRUCE WAYNE AS A FORMER MODEL (idk if this has been done before with Battinson? Let me know so I can read it)

So maybe Bruce did some covers for a business magazine in his late teens or early 20’s and it went really well!!

a few luxury brands asked if this fresh-faced Bruce Wayne would consider being an ambassador. Maybe a brand of watches, suits, sunglasses, something business-like or old money

He agrees to work with some suit company cuz his dad loves the brand and he likes them too now

This earns him his first ever taste of A-List Celeb Status. He is on the cover of magazines, not just business and fashion: Gossip magazines. Tabloids. People recognize him and want his autograph. Paparazzi follow him to lunch dates with friends.

They want to know his favorite color, cereal brand, ice cream flavor, and not because they want to be billionaires like him (poor little nepo baby) but because they love him so much they want to know every little detail of his life.

He is given the title of heartthrob over and over again (and I mean look at him, ofc he is)

He despises it with every cell in his body.

BUT he keeps working for this one luxury tailor brand until his contract ends. Maybe two or three years?

He has a good relationship with them, still. Wears their suits mostly, recommends it to friends if they need a new one. But he’s decided it’s not for him anymore.

Now. Every year, during New York Fashion Week, Bruce is invited to walk in their show. (This brand gives all of their ambassadors the opportunity.) Sometimes, he says yes. Sometimes, he doesn’t.

He refuses for a few years (during his vengeance era) until Bruce Wayne changes and decides to make more appearances. NY Fashion Week comes around, and Bruce returns for one (1) show.

Oh lordie the stans

They arrive in droves

EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER SEES THE CLIP OF BRUCE WAYNE WALKING AT THE FASHION SHOW!!

He tears up that fucking runway! He’s a seasoned veteran of course he does

THE BRAND BEGS BRUCE TO COME BACK

And ya know what?

He says yes

Cuz he wants to be personable, likable, approachable, a role model (no pun intended)

His bitterness is slowly dissipating, and he’s grown stronger after the stress of his early 20’s and the hatred of his late 20’s. He’s an Adult TM who can handle it.

This is when he learns about the new emergence of stan culture :)

The edits are EVERYWHERE

Some are from his new collections and looks

Others are made up of early 2010’s Bruce Wayne

Imagine like those sparkly ones with cute music in the background and it’s just Bruce smiling

(And then there’s the thirst trap ones, you know those one)

Pretty boy billionaire Bruce Wayne and his army of fans could declare a nation. They’re your cousin, your friend, your teacher, your goddamn accountant.

Old posters from Tiger Beat 2009 go up on eBay for thousands of dollars

And those old “vintage” fashion magazines where he’s on the cover, those could cost you rent

Bruce walks some new shows and agrees to pose for some magazines (fashion AND business, among others)

Vogue offers him the cover, which he accepts

They run out of stock.

(How is that even possible?)

Fancams of him walking down the street and attending press conferences crop up? That’s what surprises him the most.

He is still very camera shy but the more he gets to know the regular fansites, he feels more comfortable waving and talking to them. (And hopefully they don’t suspect a thing. PLEASE don’t suspect a thing.)

There are a lot of events where they’re not allowed in but if it’s a public event, they will be there

(There are some creepy ones tho, and Alfred handles them accordingly) (with a call to the police) (and occasionally a hose)

It’s fun tho, allows Brucie Wayne, Billionaire Nepo Baby Extraordinaire, to become separate from his nightly persona

This is how Bruce becomes very familiar with Stan Twitter

But he still refuses to make an account for his own sanity

It’s for the best

#bruce wayne #battinson #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #model au #battinson is a model #WHAT IF ya know????#I really wish I could put like 50 photos in this post but I can’t

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Not bothering to send this on anon because I'm 75% sure no one in this story even has Tumblr, and I'm 100% sure the main person in the story hasn't used Tumblr since 2017.

AITA for not waking up my friend?

Asking this because a birthday of a deceased loved one is coming up soon and I would really feel like an asshole if I didn't text my friend, but we're not on speaking terms at the moment.

Okay, so story begins 5 days ago: me and some friends (all F between 22-24 years old) including me (24F) and B (23F) were going to hang out at a park near B's house. Everyone except B was ~1 hour drive away, but this park has a migrating species visiting this time of year, and this park was special because B's mom also took her there before she passed away when B was a teenager. So me and other friends drive up, and we are all in a group chat discussing what time we're leaving, so there are text records of when we left, but nobody texted an ETA to B until we got there. B's house is about 5 minutes away, so we figured it wasn't a big deal and she'd meet us soon, so we wait in the parking lot. An hour of us texting and calling her goes by with no responses from B, calls went straight to voicemail. Eventually, she texts back saying she just woke up (it was past noon at this point, and she had texted us ~10am) and that she was still in bed. We all decide to leave without her, and that's when she starts blowing up everyone's phones.

She eventually shows up and finds us, and she had clearly been crying. She started chewing us out on the walking path telling us we should have gone to her house to wake her up, or called her dad to wake her up. (She lives with her dad, but it was the middle of a work day, so I didn't even know he would be home.) She was very upset about us not waking her up and not telling her our exact ETA before we got there, but we were all kind of annoyed that we had waited so long for her too, so it was a very tense hang out.

I was willing to let it go, honestly, even though we've been fighting about a couple other things recently (that deserve their own post, but I know I'm not the AH in that one) and because I had a similar issue last year where I slept through a hang out, and I just ended up showing up late, no big deal. I actually apologized for sleeping through my alarms, which B has still not done. If she'd apologized and THEN said we should have told her our ETA, I would have apologized for that. I have not and do not plan to apologize for not waking her up or calling her dad, because I find that kind of thing childish, but if I'm ruled TAH, I will. I know one friend from the group is on ny side entirely, I don't know the opinion of the other.

We fought about the situation more that night, and after I said it was childish of me to call her dad to get her, she stopped responding. B did text me back the next day telling me she didn't have time to discuss then, but she'd text me back when she did, and now it's been radio silence for almost a week. Now B's mom's birthday is tomorrow, and I feel bad not saying anything to her. In past years we've always talked or hung out, because I know that day is especially hard for her. I definitely feel a little like TAH, but I'm also still mad. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Chapter Six: New Adventures

Surprise Surprise! 🥹🥹🥹 I have missed you all so much and I am so happy to be back writing! This chapter has tested me in ways I could have never imagined, but I am so glad I finally finished and I'm sharing it with you guys 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I hope you enjoy it and I promise there won't be so much time in between postings ✨✨✨ As always, my inbox is open for you guys and please come talk to me about what you thought of the chapter! All the love, Mar 🤍

May 14, 2022 – June 13, 2022: Month Six

May 17, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 7:20 P.M.

The house hadn’t been this loud for a while, probably since Coachella. While Y/N was busy getting Pippa ready for bed, I was in the kitchen with Lambert and Jeff finishing dinner while Pauli, Niji and Elin helped us by setting the table. Mitch went to the airport to pick up Sarah and Glenne, while Ny Oh let us know she would be here later.

After placing the pizzas in the oven there were strong knocks coming from the door which had me laughing, as soon as I opened Glenne kissed my cheek quickly while removing her shoes and pouring some antibacterial gel, “Is she still awake?”, I smiled and nodded, Glenne reached in for Sarah, and they started making their way to the nursery.

I greeted Mitch while leading him to the kitchen, then made my way to the nursery. Once inside, I smiled and went to hug Y/N and kissed her temple, she squeezed my side and turned to kiss my chest, Sarah and Glenne were busy cuddling Pippa who was all smiles.

Y/N cleared her throat and started making her way to grab Pippa, “Okay little miss, say goodbye to your aunts, okay?”, Sarah and Glenne pouted and kissed Pip, then handed Pippa back, exited and closed the nursery door; Y/N settled into the rocking chair while I floated around the room making sure the monitor and fairy lights were on, then sat down next to her and kissed her knee.

She smiled and ran a hand down my face before turning to look at Pip before whispering, “How is she six months old already? It still feels surreal, like six months ago we were learning to give her a bath”, I smiled, and nodded, “Time has gone by so fast, and doing this with you has been the best experience ever”, she smiled and blew me a kiss, “I love you Harry”, I squeezed her hand, “I love you too Y/N”.

Once we settled Pippa in her bassinet, we closed the door and went back into the living room to have dinner with our friends. Once everyone had their dinner plates served and found a place to seat, I reached for my glass and cleared my throat, “Well hello everyone! Thank you for being here; I am glad to have you all here, especially because we still had to celebrate and welcome Jaffra to the band!”

Cheers were heard all over while Jaffra gave us a smile and a silent thank you; once the cheers were done everyone was looking at me again, I smiled and sighed, “So… we’re just three days away from the release of the new album- “, I smiled as cheers and hollers were heard around the living room.

I cleared my throat, “And once the album is out, chaos will surely ensue; between the One Night Only shows and the beginning of tour, this will be a few busy weeks, but I am forever grateful to have you all here with me”, Mitch then said “Here, here!”, I smiled before placing my glass at the table.

“We are about to embark the biggest year of tour so far; with the residencies, Latin America, Australia, Asia and back to Europe it will be a hell of a year, but I trust that we have a great team and things will go on smoothly”, everyone nodded while I took a deep breath, “However, I really feel the need to ask a selfish favor from you”.

Everyone, except for Jeff and Y/N nodded, “I need you guys to promise that you will have the best time, that you will enjoy everything, the good, the bad and the worst, to give your everything into every show, every rehearsal and every travel, because… because I honestly don’t know if this will be the last time we will do this”.

Y/N squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek, “This has been, a very wild ride, and to be honest with you... life has changed so much this last year, and I really don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow, but what I do know, is that right this second, this is where we are supposed to be”, there were nods all over the place, “So once more, let’s cheer to welcome this last adventure with Love On Tour!”.

May 19, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:55 P.M.

“Drive safely guys! See you tomorrow!”, Glenne and Jeff gave me another wave as the elevator closed, I also closed and locked the main door and leaned mt forehead taking a deep breath, I then walked to the kitchen, made sure that all lights were off, and trash was put away then made my way to the master bedroom.

I expected for Y/N and Pip to be sleeping but was surprised when I opened the door and saw Y/N sitting up and looking out the window and the anxiety I felt when Glenne asked me to go with her to the nursery returned. I sat next to her in bed and reached to run my hand down her face, she turned to see me and gave me a small smile.

“Hi baby, everyone gone?”, I nodded and kissed her cheek before whispering, “Yes, everyone asked me to say goodbye and that they can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, she nodded and sighed while reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I placed another kiss to her cheek before whispering, “You okay?”, she nodded and turned to see me, “Yeah, just tired, all the excitement and the long nights drained me”, I nodded while she continued to talk, “Let’s go to bed yeah? You need your rest too”.

I sighed defeatedly and nodded my head, then made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once outside I leaned into the bassinet to see Pippa, I smiled then leaned to kiss her cheek softly before pulling back and getting into bed, Y/N joining me a few seconds later.

We both made sure our alarms were one before cuddling into our pillows, I pulled her by the waist and nuzzled her neck, she made sure she was comfortable before letting out a breath and kissing her cheek before whispering, “I love you, and I’m here for you baby, whatever you may need”.

May 21, 2022

New York City, New York. 7:30 A.M.

The smell of fresh coffee pulled me from the slumber I fell into after feeding Pip at around three. I got out of bed and made sure she was still sleeping then left the room, leaving the door was ajar. I then started walking to the kitchen where I could hear Harry humming and cooking.

When I entered, I started making my way to stand behind him and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then wrapped my hands around him, he reached down to kiss my hands before whispering, “Good morning baby”, I smiled and placed another kiss, “Hi you, I missed you in bed”.

He laughed a little and turned off the stove, served breakfast and grabbed the plates while I grabbed the coffees before making our way to the table; we started eating in silence, placing little kisses in each other’s hands before he cleared his throat, “How are you?”, his eyes were hopeful on me talking to him.

I sighed and wished I could ignore the elephant in the room but knew it would not be worth it, “I’m not okay, I’m very sad and disappointed”, I sniffled, he reached to clean my tears, “Baby, maybe you should talk with Ellie, or even your dad”, I shrugged my shoulders, “What good would it do? She still belittled me and my baby”, I sniffled, “I get it, I am her disappointment but that little girl sleeping in her bassinet is not guilty.”

He nodded and kissed my temple then rested his forehead against it, I continued to speak up, “I just don’t understand, how can she see her and still pretend she doesn’t exist; isn’t she curious? Like doesn’t she want to know who she is, who she looks like, if she has any personality quirks from me?”

Harry ran his hand down my back then whispered, “I wish I could go back in time and give her a piece of my mind, be sure to protect you both from her; above all I wish I could take away your pain and sadness because you don’t deserve it, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t.”

I smiled in appreciation and reached for a napkin, “I will be okay, I promise you, but I need to feel sad and process this, okay?”, he nodded and squeezed my arm, “However you Mister should start to finish your suitcases, okay? Us girls are already packed, and we leave in about seven hours”, he laughed, then stood up and started clearing the table, “Fine, I will pick this up and will finish packing, okay?”

I nodded then left the kitchen and went into the room and smiled when I noticed that Pippa was slowly rousing form her sleep, “Oh hi baby! good morning my girl how are you?”, she cooed once I pulled her into my arms and started leaving slobbery kisses on my face, “Are you hungry? Yeah? Let’s go eat, then we will have some tummy time and then we’ll get ready, and you’ll nap before our flight because we are leaving for London!”

Pippa smiled and we switched sides, “Oh look at that smile! You’re so happy to go to London huh? I am too, I miss our family so much”, our family, as warmth spread through my chest I turned down and smiled at her, “Yeah baby, our family, the one who chose me and love you because you are their blood, the ones we deserve and will love us forever.”

May 22, 2022

Harry. London, England. 12:45 P.M.

We had been back in London for less than 48 hours and it felt so good just to be home. Even if there was so much chaos and things to get ready, being back with family made the whole travel worth it. My mum had made sure that our fridge and pantry were stocked as soon as we arrived then left some dinner ready for us.

I was finishing setting the table while Y/N got Pippa ready while we waited for our guests to arrive; after setting down some wine glasses the doorbell rang and I smiled when I opened it and saw our first arrival, “Dad! Welcome, come in!”, my dad smiled and hugged me, then proceeded to remove his coat and hang it on one of the available hooks.

“Harry! How are you son? I hope I am not too early?”, I shook my head and we started making our way to the living room, “Not at all, just finished setting the table and waiting for my ladies to be ready, little one woke from her nap a little ago”, he smiled and before he could speak, a voice carried over from the stairs and into the living room.

“I hear that someone is asking for the girl of the hour?”, Y/N appeared with Pippa in her arms and gave my dad a smile while walking to where he was standing, “Des! Welcome! It is so good to see you!”, my dad met her halfway and pulled her into a half hug, “Hello darling, it’s so good to have you guys back here.”

I smiled when I realized that Pippa was giving my dad a very curious look, but still held on to her mum’s arm, she laughed a little and bounced her while my dad offered her a smile and coo, Y/N spoke up, “Who is that baby? Is that your grandad? Do you wanna say hello?”, my dad reached for her and started kissing her cheek, while Pippa patted his cheek.

The doorbell rang again and as Y/N went to open I went to stand next to my dad and Pip, she offered me a smile and I chuckled a little, my dad ran a hand down her head, “Oh she’s definitely a daddy’s girl huh?”, I nodded and reached to kiss her cheek, then turned to look at him, “I mean yes, but as soon as she sees her mum, dad is out of the picture”.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Y/N come into the living room followed by Gemma, Michal and my mum; we all said our hellos and sat down in the living room for a little, Y/N left to check how lunch was coming along and when she came back she sat next to me, I kissed her temple and continued talking with Michal.

Gemma cleared her throat and reached out her arms to grab Pippa, who was still happily being held by my dad, my mum going to sit next to him and cooing at her hoping to coax a few smiles and giggles, “Okay can the grandparents share her with her fave aunt?”, my mum shook her head and my dad placed a kiss on Pippa’s forehead before handing her to Gemma, who was smiling so big and kissing all over her face while the baby cooed at her.

“I can’t believe she can laugh now”, my mum nodded along with my dad who was smiling at the baby as he spoke, then added, “Before we know it she will be crawling and walking and talking”, I shook my head and pouted, “Nope, not happening, we have been discussing the fact that she needs to stay this little forever”, Y/N shook her head but before she could add anything else left for the kitchen to get the pasta out of the oven.

“H! It’s ready!”, I nodded to the direction of her voice then turned to our guests, “Okay everyone lunch is ready, so let’s go to the dining room”, we all started walking towards the lovely smells and took our seats at the table, Y/N went to grab Pippa and promised Gem she would give her back as soon as she ate, the took her seat next to me and settled Pip in her lounger.

After a delicious lunch and an even better conversation, we all moved back to the living room to have some dessert and tea; Gemma laid with Pippa, Y/N, and my mum on her little playmat for her tummy time while the rest of us scattered in the couches around. My mum then turned to look at me and asked, “Is everything ready for your show?”

I nodded while I sipped on my tea then left it on the coaster, “Pretty much, we will do a visit to the venue tomorrow and Tuesday will be packed before the show; I’ve arranged for a van to pick you all up so that you can all come together, is that okay?”, everyone nodded then continued to enjoy their dessert.

It was around seven that we said our goodbyes and once I made sure my mum was distracted, I nodded at Gemma, who came to stand next to me and whispered, “So, still up for babysitting tomorrow?”, she nodded then turned to make sure mum was not coming, “Yup, will be here tomorrow at around 5 okay?”, I nodded and then we said our goodbyes; once I made sure they were all on their cars I licked the door and went upstairs to join bedtime routine.

May 24, 2022

London, England. 10:30 P.M.

I closed the nursery door and made sure that the monitor was on before making my way downstairs where friends and family were digging into the catering we had ordered for after Harry’s concert, which by the way, had been such an eclectic event.

Once I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with a plate served by Anne, I smiled in appreciation and she squeezed my arm before taking a sip of her drink, “Baby went down, okay?”, I nodded and finished chewing before answering her, “She did, I was worried she would wake up once I transferred her, but she must’ve been so tired.”

She chuckled in agreement and gave me a soft smile, a few seconds later I felt someone pull me into a chest and kiss the back of my head, I smiled and settled myself against his side and kissed his peck, “Hello superstar! Enjoying your party?”, he nodded and opened his mouth, I fed him a bite of my sandwich and while he chewed Anne and I continued to discuss our plans for the weekend.

After swallowing his bite, he gave me a soft squeeze and then turned to look at Gemma and asked her to come over, Anne gave us a curious smile and I reached to squeeze her arm, she then asked us, “Is everything okay?”, we nodded and Harry spoke up, “We just want to talk to you all, is that okay?”, they both nodded and we made our way to the foyer, where we knew we could talk privately.

Des and Michal also joined us, and Harry cleared his throat before speaking up, “So… we have been keeping a secret from you guys”, my mum gasped before excitedly whispering, “Are you pregnant?”, we both chuckled and shook our heads, “No, we’re not pregnant, but we hope to have more babies later on.”

Anne nodded and asked us, “Well, are you guys okay?”, Harry nodded and smiled, “Yeah mum… uhm we have been speaking about our future as a family, and where we want to settle”, Gem was smiling while my mom gave us a hopeful smile, Harry continued, “So… we have been viewing a few properties in different locations, and…”

Anne gave us an excited but careful nod and harry turned to look at me, I smiled and kissed his hand, which was laying on my shoulder then turned to look at our family, “We just put an offer for a house”, before they could speak up, I added, “Here, well actually, a few blocks down”, everyone’s eyes opened so big, Anne was stuck in her place while Gemma pulled us into a hug followed by everyone else.

Anne stood frozen in her place with some tears falling from her eyes, Harry walked carefully next to her and as soon as she could she pulled him into her arms, and a few seconds later she pulled me into her arms too, then whispered, “I cannot believe this! I honestly had made pace with the idea of only seeing you three every few months, but the fact that I will be able to see you when we feel like it? It’s just priceless.”

We pulled back and turned to look at everyone, Des spoke up, “So what’s next?”, Harry smiled, “Well, we have to wait and see if the offer will be accepted, Olive our real estate agent said it could take anywhere from weeks to months, so it’s a waiting game”, Gemma smiled, “Well, I cannot wait for us to be able to go house shopping”, I laughed, “I’ll definitely let you know Gems”.

May 28, 2022

Harry. London, England. 10:30 A.M.

“See you in a few mate!”, Jeff nodded and continued to walk with the personnel from BBC while I made my way to the entrance to collect Y/N and Pippa, as soon as I saw her she gave me a big smile and I pulled her into a kiss and hug, then we started to make our way back to my dressing room.

Once inside I lifted the blanket covering the stroller and smiled at the sleeping baby; not wanting to disturb her sleep I let the blanket fall again and walked to sit with Y/N on the couch, once I settled her on my lap, I started kissing her cheek repeatedly while she let out some squeals and little laughs.

A ping from her phone had me pulling back and reaching for my phone to see if I had any new notifications. She took out a deep breath and squeezed my arm before chuckling, I turned to look at her and gave her a questioning look, she settled on my lap and whispered “Harry…”, u hummed and kissed her nose with my eyes closed.

She whispered again, “They accepted the offer”, I opened my eyes and smiled at her, my eyes asking her to confirm what she just said, and she nodded before speaking up, “We got our house H”, I stood up and pulled her into a hug while we spun, making sure to keep quiet for the baby. I stopped and whispered against her lips, “We got our house baby”, she nodded and placed a chaste kiss then whispered, “We got our house”.

June 11, 2022

Glasgow, Scotland. 7:30 A.M.

A whimper coming from the monitor pulled me out of bed, I grabbed my sweatshirt then made my way to the adjoining room where we had created a nursery for Pippa, turned on the lamp and cooed at the crying baby, “Oh no baby what are those tears for huh? We’re here for a dress-up party for your daddy!”

I settled on the bed and removed my sweatshirt and shirt so I could feed Pippa, who latched immediately, “Oh you were hungry huh? I’m sorry baby I am such a meanie huh?”, she turned to look at me and my eyes watered, I still could not understand how I could love her so much.

Once she finished, I changed her diaper and we left her room and ordered some room service, the turned to pull out the little cake, candles, and balloons I bought yesterday while sightseeing with Glenne. As soon as I finished setting up room service arrived, and I went into our room to wake him up.

With Pippa in my arms, I walked to my side of the bed and settled with her on the bed, once she saw her dad she squealed and I laughed, then placed her next to Harry’s face, “Come on baby say, ‘Dada wake up!’”, she started aggressively patting his cheek; he let out a deep breath and chuckled, “Morning baby girl! hello you!”, he turned around and pulled her into his lap, she smiled and he pulled her in for a kiss then turned to look at me, “Hi baby.”

I smiled and leaned to kiss his lips then whispered, “Hi, breakfast is ready, wanna come out?”, he nodded then handed me the baby, went to the bathroom and as soon as he came out, we headed to the living room. He stopped on his tracks and smiled at the decorations I set out for him and pulled me into a hug.

We sat down and started eating breakfast, then I lit up the candle and before he could blow it I cleared my throat, “I just want to say that I’m so proud of you, it is amazing to be a witness to your radiance and happiness and to be able to love you at the end of everything”, I sniffled and he squeezed my hand and reached for Pippa.

“I know that we won’t be able to be with you every single date physically, but I need you to remember that we are always with you here”, I placed my hand over his heart and he sniffled before whispering, “I love you Y/N more than words are able to express it, and I know I repeat it a lot, but I truly will never ever be able to repay you for everything.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, then left a bunch of smooches on Pippa’s head before pulling back and whispering, “Now before you blow your candles, I want for you to make a wish for this tour, okay?”, he nodded and closed his eyes, then blew out the candle. Pippa and I clapped a little then kissed his cheek before speaking up, “Okay my love, you have about four hours until we have to be at the arena, so take your time getting ready, okay?”, he nodded then pulled me up, “How about we settle her for a nap then enjoy the tub for a little?”, I nodded then followed him.

June 11, 2022

Harry. Glasgow, Scotland. 7:45 P.M.

The murmur of the crowd was enough for my hands to tremble harder than they already were before and I could feel the sweat falling down my spine; I had been ready for a while and met my band for our pre-show ritual, and hugged my family, but right now the only thing I wanted was to hug my girls.

Speaking of, they have been on my dressing room for a while because little miss Pippa had an explosive accident, so I knew that’s where I would find them. As soon as I entered Y/N offered me a smile, however it disappeared when I started sniffling and making my way to them, “Baby what’s- “, I didn’t let her finish before I pulled her into a hug.

She started running her hand down my back while cooing at me, “Baby it’s okay, take a deep breath”, it took me a few moments, but I calmed down and we pulled back; she ran her hands down my cheeks and cleaned my tears.

Before I could speak up a shriek had us looking at the baby laying on the cushions next to us, Y/N laughed and pulled her into her arms kissing her head, “Were you missing us baby? we could never forget you huh?”, I smiled and handed Pippa my fingers to chew on, Y/N whispered, “Feeling better?”, I nodded, “so much.”

We stayed like this until Jeff came to get us, I pulled her up with me and we walked all the way to the side of the stage, we turned to look at each other and smiled, she spoke up, “We’ll be watching from the box, yes?”, I nodded and kissed Pip’s cheeks and her lips three times, “I love you baby, I’ll see you after okay?”

She nodded and I started making my way to the back of the stage and stopped on my tracks when I heard her scream my name, I turned to look at her, “Yes?”, she smiled, “Welcome to Love on Tour 2.0; break a leg handsome.”

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hi Pime! Is it too early to ask questions about your new project yet? ROs and characters and setting and stuff? Sorry if this sounds pushy, that’s not intended!

Not at all! I enjoy talking about my IFs <3

Since I'm working on two projects I'll give you a quick rundown of both of them. First,

❆❆❆Leesangre❆❆❆

This game is set in the southernmost tip of South America in a distant future after a cataclysm wipes out most of humanity and the Earth turns into a big snow globe.

The main character travels in a caravan along with their family/clan which are also the only people they have ever interacted with, 1. because there aren't a lot of human beings around, just small settlements, and 2. because their family doesn't want other people to know about the main character. The lack of contact with other human beings and their constant dependency on their family has made the main character very sheltered.

The game starts after the death of the matriarch of the clan just as the main character's big brother becomes the new leader and everyone is feeling very uncertain about the future. The family consists of the main character's father (a huge mother-hen to everyone but mostly to MC and MC's niblings); the main character's brother (who has a strained relationship with MC); the mechanic of the caravan (the best mechanic in the world, or at least that's what they proclaim); the "shaman" of the caravan (a woman the caravan adopted when she was nine, she's in her late twenties at the start of the game); the main character's nephews, two teens who are also the clan's hunters, and the preteen nibling who has yet to find what role in the clan they will fulfill (these three were given to the clan when they were six, five, and one year old and they are presumably children of another big brother MC has never met); the main character's five-year-old niece and four-year-old nibling (they are the children of MC's brother and the mechanic). The clan also adopts a guy they find passed out in the snow at the start of the game (something neither the clan nor this guy really wanted but is forced onto all of them after he finds out about the main character).

The romantic options are:

Heco (they/them) — the clan's mechanic. They are thirty years old and they prefer to be maintaining the caravan than interacting with others but they don't mind people sitting in a corner and watching them work if they aren't too distracting and promise not to touch their tools. They're also the parent of MC's youngest's niblings, but they aren't in a relationship with MC's brother and never have been. It's a bit complicated.

Mo (she/her) — the curandera or shaman of the clan. If Heco is the hands of the caravan, Mo is its soul. It's impossible not to know where she is at any given time because she's a talking machine and also the type who loves to make people laugh. Of course, her jokes are hit or miss now that everyone is mourning the clan's matriarch but Mo's sense of humor can be like a runaway freight train if she isn't paying attention. (Mo is also my attempt at the friends-to-lovers trope)

Gil (he/his) — the guy the clan saves from certain death. He's in his early twenties and speaks a language that's more common in the north of the continent, so what was he doing completely alone so down south? Even though not much is known about him, he is friendly and quick to adapt to his new life in the caravan.

This game is a trilogy and I will add a few more ROs in the next books.

Project 2 is called,

˚.༄˚.༄A Song of Sirens and Soulmates (ASOSAS)˚.༄˚.༄

ASOSAS is set in modern times (2024∼) in an alternate timeline where Sirens appeared in the fifties changing the world forever. The game starts in New York but the main character and their buddy are thrown into the Siren realm around the first or second chapter so don't expect a lot NY lore.

In this alternate timeline Sirens are considered THE beauty standard with tall and toned bodies if they are male and petite and graceful figures if they are female. Also pointy ears, cavernous black eyes, and wide mouths full of sharp teeth.

Although they prefer to live in their own dimension it isn't rare to see Sirens as movie stars, runway models, and musicians. Most humans won't ever interact with this larger-than-life creatures but a few lucky ones will get claimed by the Song of the Siren, a red dot that shows up just above a person's belly button and marks them as a Siren's soulmate. Sure, leaving the human realm means never coming back but most people will take the opportunity if it means marrying and forming a family with these impossibly beautiful (and rich) beings.

Unfortunately, the main character of this game isn't interested in any of that and has been on the run since they were twenty and they were claimed. Seven years later, their betrothed finds them in a prison cell after they and their road buddy are detained at a punk show. MC is able to convince the Siren to bring said road buddy along and off they go into the Siren realm. Now MC and their ally must come up with a plan to escape before MC's wedding day befalls them.

The romantic options are:

Spook (ze/hir) — MC's ally in this mess. They met a month before the start of the game and decided to travel together for the time being. Spook is a thirty-three year old crust punk that can't stand Sirens and the power they wield over humans. Ze's also half-human and half-Siren, something ze carefully hides behind masks and dark shades. (Non-binary RO)

Verna/Vernon "Vern" Harley (she/her or he/his) — Twenty-four year old Vern is on the same boat as MC; they are a Siren's soulmate who has just arrived to this realm. Unlike MC, however, they've completely bought into the Siren fantasy and can't wait to marry and form a big family with their betrothed. Vern might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but they are a sweetheart and painfully candid. They are a breath of fresh air among the sneers of the Sirens. (Gender choosable RO)

Camille Abadi (she/her or he/his) — In their mid to late thirties, Camille has been married to their Siren for a longer time than they've been single. They speak with the tiniest trace of a french accent, which is hard to notice when they so seldom speak. They are very polite and attentive but a hard person to get to know on a deeper level. (Gender choosable RO)

#ask #hope my blurbs make sense xD #leesangre #asosas

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Inherited | Chapter 1

Summary: You go back home after a long time being far away, unfortunately you’re back for your dad’s funeral. In the middle of the grieving, you re-encounter old friends and also needs to deal with unsolved things from the past.

Warnings: death, mentions of horse accident (not very detailed, but detailed enough for you to imagine), funeral, mentions of corpse, grieving, kinda angsty.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! Reader

Word count: 3,241

A/N: English isn’t my first language so it can have mistakes. Also, I have no knowledge about funerals in USA, so this is basically based on what I see on the movies and what I know from my own culture.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1: Way back home

Of the reasons you’d come back to the only place you called home, you didn’t expect this to be the one. It was 2 am when you received a call from your dad’s best friend, Hershel, your father was involved in an accident with a new horse. Apparently, he fell from it, hit his head and was trampled by the horse. Daryl Dixon worked for your father and was the one that aided him at the time, unfortunately it wasn’t enough. He was too injured and died that night in the hospital.

You took the first flight back home in Georgia and now you were in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car. You observed the road, the trees and fences passing, you loved these lands and you’d ha e done everything for life have allowed you to be more time here, to be with your dad… You never imagined you’d not be there when he died, not that you imagined he dying a lot, but you expected him to die of age and for you to be the one taking care of him during his last days. A tear fell from your eye descending your cheek and you simply wiped it away.

“It’s ok to cry, you know?” Maggie said from the driver sit, she didn’t understand why you were trying to put the tough act, and it worried her. “We’re talking ‘bout your dad.”

“I don’t wanna cry…” you said, partly you felt guilty you were not there for him, the person that was with him during his last moments was a man that wasn’t even his son, and you, his daughter were miles away. You felt you didn’t have the right to shed tears for your daddy, even though you had already cried a river when you received the news, on the way to the airport , at the airport, in the plane…

It wasn’t your fault all this distance from your father, the only guilt was life, you guessed. Your parents divorced when you were eight, and your guardianship stayed with your mom. There would have no problem, if she stayed around town or bought a house near his farm, but she didn’t. She wanted a new life, and you couldn’t blame her… well, not now… at the time you didn’t understand it very well.

You moved to New York with your mother, a too big city for your standards. You were used to a small city where you knew everyone and everyone knew you, not the cold big jungle that NY was. It was very difficult adjusting, you hated school… The other kids made fun of you because of your accent and criticized your clothes that wasn’t the style kids of the big city used. You just wanted to go back to King County and go to school with Maggie and Daryl, they were your best friends and you hated life without them. Many and many times you called your dad, without your mom knowing asking for him to take you home and he always told you “I can’t darling, you need to be with your mom.”, he always told your mom afterwards, because you didn’t tell her all that happened at school afraid she would be upset.

Every Summer you’d come back to the farm and spend the whole summer break with your dad, taking care of the farm, treating the animals and venturing in any crazy adventure Daryl or Maggie came up with, sometimes both of them. It was perfect all those times, until your last summer before college… After that, things didn’t really went as you wanted them to.

Soon you could see the place that was going to be forever home for you, the house in the background, the new barn, the old barn… The cows and horses on the field, you could also see many cars, not too many… but the ones you could see were probably from friends, neighbors and the little family that had already arrived. Soon, Maggie parked close to the house and both of you got off the car. Some people were on the porch and they looked at you with pity. Some gave you judgmental looks, because you were never around in the last years, most of them didn’t know you still talked with your dad everyday, or at least 3 times a week when you were very busy. You took your hand baggage from the back seat and made your way to the house, Maggie by your side.

When you were going to start going up the stairs, there he was coming in your direction… not your direction, he was probably coming for Maggie. Daryl Dixon was still handsome, well this was something that wasn’t probably going to change, his hair was longer than last time you saw him, it was an accident... You and your dad were facetiming, he didn’t know and came to talk to your dad creating a very weird situation. He was all in black, and you had just forgotten, how good he looked in this color. He went straight to Maggie’s embrace, you imagined they probably hadn’t seen each other yet. They hugged pretty tight he said something to her that you couldn’t listen and she was also telling words of comfort to him while she caressed his back.

As soon as they parted from their hug, he looked at you and extended his hand. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said, it was honest, but in the same time it was very distant.

You took his hand in yours and replied. “I’m sorry for yours too, he loved you like a son.” And you stopped there, unable to say anything else or do anything else. In pain because of your loss, and also, because Daryl and you had messed everything up, and both of you were hurt and didn’t know how to fix it.

Before the uncomfortable silence could get even worse, Gleen, Maggie’s husband, showed up hugging you. You had been to their wedding and they had visited you in NY some times. “I’m so sorry, Y/N..” You hugged him back, grateful for him being there. “Give me your baggage, I’m gonna take it inside.”

“Ask Beth where is Y/N’s room. She’ll show you.” Maggie instructed her husband, and then took your hand. “Let’s come in.”

Along the way people came to give you their condolences, some would hug you, others just give you a handshake… and despite you didn’t really wanting to see anyone, you had to face all those people, because it was your dad’s funeral. First, you’d receive people at your home to see him, tell their goodbyes… The next day, you’d head to the church with him, and the last thing, you’d burry him.

“The funerary brought him just some minutes before ya arrived, he’s in the living room. We thought it would be the best place.” Suddenly Daryl spoke by your side, but he didn’t look at you. He felt like he should give you the information, he could always tell Maggie, but it wouldn’t be very correct of him to ignore you completely during this day.

“Thank you.” You said walking in the direction of the living room. You weren’t prepared to see your dad in a coffin, you’d never be prepared for it, but it was inevitable. When you got to the living room there it was, the coffin with your dad inside, but it was closed. There was some flowers around decorating. “Wh-why is it closed?” you asked.

“I think it’s better this way.” He told you, a hand on top of the coffin just as if he wanted to prevent you from opening it. “When it arrived, I opened and I can assure it’s him.”

“He’s my dad.” You were a little offended, maybe it was your grieving, how could Daryl decide if it stays open or closed, was he like a son to your dad? Yes, but you were his daughter. “You can’t make this decision all by yourself and didn’t let me see him.” Your southern drawl appearing a little, you had forced yourself to mask your accent after some time in NY, but when you were nervous or angry… You couldn’t handle it.

“He was trampled by a horse, his face… they did a make up and all, but it’s still not pleasant. Nobody should see him like this, and I think it’s better if ya don’t.” He said, hand still preventing you from opening it. “If ya don’t believe, ask Hershel, he also saw him. Or open it and see by yerself, I don’t care, I was trying to be nice.”

“Daryl…” Maggie warned, reprehended him.

You got closer to the coffin and put your hands on the top of it. Daryl distanced himself and waited for you to open it, or not. You hesitated for a long time, but opted to not open it, if he wasn’t looking like himself… you’d rather remember of him like he was.

During the day, many people came, but they went very fast too. It was the middle of the afternoon, you were sitting on a couch. Beth was hugging you, you hold one of her hands and your head was on her shoulder. Beth was a sweet girl, she was Maggie’s younger sister and was also like a younger sister to you. You all grew together, you even called Hershel an uncle. You heard a door opening in the distance and two pairs of feet walking in the direction of where you were.

You looked at the door and Daryl appeared followed by Aaron, your friend since university and also the closest friend you had back at NY. Immediately you got up and ran to him, he hugged you tightly and you hugged him back.

“I came as soon as I read your message, you should have called me. I could have come with you. You shouldn’t be alone in a time like this.” He kissed your temple and caressed your cheeks, in the other side of the living room Daryl almost rolled his eyes. ‘Really, be all lovely with this dumbass on her father’s funeral’, he thought. Anyone, that didn’t know Aaron and you well, would think you two were a couple, the way you treated each other, how you interacted… Little did they know Aaron was gay, and actually married with a sweet man called Eric. “Eric is coming as soon as he can, he has some things to solve at his office.”

“Really? I love you.” You said hugging him one more time.

Later that day others came, like Rick, his wife Michonne and a woman named Carol, you knew she moved some years ago to a small cottage with her daughter Sophia, but it wasn’t so long ago and you didn’t know her, but you thought it was sweet that she came to give you her condolences and to say her goodbyes to your dad. With the night approaching people stopped coming, leaving only Daryl, Aaron, a distant cousin from your dad and you at the big house. You had dinner and you showed Aaron a room where he could stay, you told him you where going to rest, but you didn’t want to.

You went downstairs, the house was dark except for the flickering light of the candles from the room where your father was. Your cousin was long gone in his room, he was a distant cousin about the age of your father, so having more age he’d sleep early. Daryl was probably in his room in the basement, he lived there since his teenager years, since last time you knew his brother went to jail and he couldn’t take his father shit anymore. Your father took he in, he already passed most of his time in the farm, working and helping since young age, so why not live there? When he was little he would make just little chores, you father saw the situation of his family and didn’t want him to end up like Merle, so after school he’d always come and do small chores, when you were still around you’d make your homework together and your father would help you.

You sat on the couch in the living room, you were exhausted, but couldn’t dare to sleep. It could be silly, but you didn’t want to let your dad alone. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” You sobbed, even though you were always in touch, it wasn’t the same of having you here with him. “I should have come last Christmas. I’m sorry.” Now, that you were alone, you felt like you could cry and express your emotions, you tried to not cry all day, afraid of people judgment, apparently many people thought you didn’t have the right to be sad or to even be there with your father, they could not tell you that directly, but you could hear parts of their whispers and see it in their eyes.

“Ya should sleep, tomorrow is gonna be a tough day. Too late for apologies, don’t ya think?” Daryl was leaning on the doorway, arms crossed.

“This isn’t a good time to be an ass Dixon.” You looked at him, how could your best friend become someone so unfriendly? “I’m not leaving my dad alone.”

“Hmm… like ya did all those years? Interesting…” why was he being such a dick, he didn’t even respect your dad that was in the coffin next to you.

“You should go to sleep, there’s probably more than 24 hours that you don’t sleep.” He didn’t told you, but you knew him and you knew he wouldn’t rest or sleep until all of this all over.

“I also dun wanna live him alone.” He simply answered.

He walked to the couch and sat in the other extreme from where you were sitting. Silence heavy on the room. You phone beeped and you took It to see that just now your mom had answered your message, the message you sent in the dawn before you left your home to the airport.

Mom: I’m sorry sweetie. I wish I could go, but Phil’s in a business trip and I can’t leave his bird alone.

“Just say you don’t care about your ex’s funeral, it would be more honest than making a lame excuse.” You talked to yourself, forgetting the man sitting besides you.

You didn’t bother answering her. Instead, you decided to make some prayers for your dad, this was the correct thing to do, not to stress about the lack of support from your mom, or Daryl being an asshole in front of your deceased father.

When you woke up, you were laying in the sofa, cushion under your head like pillow and a thin cover over you. You didn’t remember when you fell asleep, and didn’t even remember someone giving you a cushion or a cover. The only person around was Daryl… but no, it couldn’t be him. Could?

You sat on the couch and rubbed your eyes, when you stopped rubbing them you saw Aaron at the door. “I was just going to wake you up. Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” He said coming to you. “Go clean yourself and change your clothes. We need to take breakfast and head to the church.”

“Ok, I’m going… don’t need to boss me around.”

When you got downstairs to have breakfast, they had already took your father to the church. You ate as fast as you could. You had thought about getting your dad old pick up truck to go, but when you and Aaron got outside, Maggie and Glenn were waiting for you.

“You didn’t need to, I was going to take the truck.” You said once you were already inside the car.

“I wouldn’t let my girl drive in a day like this.” Maggie said her hand reaching you behind her seat and squeezing your leg.

“My girl, you mean.” Aaron joked, since he met Maggie they had this joke between them about who do you belong to.

At the Church the priest did a beautiful ceremony, you were called to say some words which you did with much difficulty and bursted into tears in the middle of it, having Maggie coming to your aid and taking you back to your sit. Then, Daryl was the one that spoke, everyone knew your father’s affection towards him. He was short and objective, he didn’t want to get emotional, but he said beautiful things. Afterwards, you all went to the cemetery to bury your father. When it all ended you were exhausted and wanted to just go home, cry your soul, maybe cuddle with Aaron while you waited for Eric to arrive… But that wasn’t heaven’s or even your dad’s plans.

When you stepped out of the car back in the farm, a beautiful woman, with long black hair approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m sorry for your loss. I’m Yumiko. I’m your father’s lawyer, and I need to talk to you and Mr. Dixon.” She said offering her hand to shake.

“Ugh… thanks. Do we really need to have this conversation today?” You asked.

“Unfortunately, yes. That was one of your father’s requests when he made his testament.” She said, why did he even need a testament? You were an only child.

“Ok, let’s get inside. Dixon must be somewhere in the house.” You said walking to the entrance.

You sat at the office with Yumiko and Daryl, she got all the documents from her briefcase and then started. “Mr. Y/L/N, left half of his belongings to his daughter Miss Y/N Y/L/N and Mr. Daryl Dixon, he divided everything in equal parts for both of you.”

“I dun wanna anything, ya can pass my part to her.” He said quickly, didn’t even stop to think. Having to share things with you? That was the last thing he wanted and he lived, worked and spent time with your father because he loved him and not because he wanted his belongings or anything.

“There’s one observation about Mr. Y/L/N’s testament, if any of you don’t want or can’t come to an agreement about this. Everything should be inherited by Mr. Negan Smith his nephew.” When Yumiko finished talking you both looked at each other and it was as if you had a conversation in your minds.

“We agree, both of us, right Daryl?” You said without looking from Daryl.

“Yes, we agree.” He said. He thought it would be all kinds of messed up this agreement, but he also knew neither of you liked Negan and you would both hate to see this property in his hands.

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