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#ok gotta go I love you goodbye forever

proxima-writes · 6 months

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pairing: cult leader!joel miller x virgin!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 8.6k

summary:

You think you’re as good as dead when a band of raiders find you. In what you think are your final moments, an angel appears.

His name is Joel Miller, and he is here to deliver you from evil.

author's note: a huge thank you to my fellow cultist @atinylittlepain for listening to me scream about this. without them, we'd probably be on version 5 of this story. and to everyone who has been excited about this, i hope you enjoy!

warnings: DARK CONTENT - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dub-con: power dynamics, dub-con: cult mentality, age difference - 60M and 27F, explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, post-outbreak, canon divergence, canon typical violence (knife wounds, gun shot wounds, numerous mentions of blood), minor character death(s), blood cult ceremonies, religious themes, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, loss of virginity, oral sex - f receiving, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, cum play, dirty talk, pet names, praise, joel really has a loose screw ok? if there are any tags missing, please let me know!

“I don’t think you should go out there by yourself,” you say, watching as your dad inspects his gun. He looks up at you with a pained expression.

“I gotta see where we should head next. I don’t want to lead you out in the wrong direction, accidentally get you in a bad spot,” he says. “I’ll be fine, buttercup.”

There’s a heaviness that settles in your stomach at his words. He sounds confident enough, but his eyes tell a different story, expose his fear. He stands with a sigh, a wince of pain washing over his face.

“Maybe I should—“

“No,” he interrupts. “I’m going. I won’t be gone long, okay? We can’t stay here forever. Who knows what’s out there in the forest.”

That’s exactly what you’re afraid of. At least inside the rotted cabin you stumbled across you could pretend you were safe. The forest is alive in a way you’ve never experienced growing up in a QZ surrounded with barbed wire and steel. You hear the snap of twigs and the howl of wolves, or the flutter of wings and the call of birds, and sometimes you think you feel the weight of eyes watching you if you venture out too far in your exploration.

“We’ve made it this far. We got out of Denver and that was half the battle,” your dad says. “You got your knife, right? And enough rations.”

You nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat. He kisses your forehead, dry lips lingering on your skin. You have an aching feeling this is a goodbye, some sinking intuition that he’s making a mistake that you can’t correct.

“Be back soon. I love you.”

Joel’s been keeping an eye on the people in the woods for the last three days. There was chatter on one of the radio stations that the Denver QZ was facing an uprising and he knows that once those walls come down, the survivors that venture out are bound to stumble across his town.

The cabin door opens and the man steps out, venturing into the forest. Joel waits to see if his female companion follows, but the door remains shut. He longs to see you, the girl who’s image has been burned into his brain since his first glimpse, but he has a duty to fulfill first.

He walks quickly and quietly through the forest, sure feet catching up with the man less than a mile from where he’d started. Joel clears his throat.

The man turns, fumbling with a gun that he clearly has no experience using, pointing it at Joel with shaking hands and shouting, “Move and I’ll shoot!”

“You lost?” Joel asks, holding his hands up and keeping his face trained in a mask of concern. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

After a pause, the man seeming to have concluded that Joel isn't a threat, he says, “My daughter and I…we escaped the Denver QZ."

"That must've been difficult."

"We....we're running out of food," he continues, dropping his arms, limbs hanging heavy at his sides. "I-I don't know what else to do, man."

Gun no longer pointed at his face, Joel approaches the man, stopping when he's within arms reach. Up close, he can see the dismal state the guy is in -- sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes, tattered clothing hanging on a thin frame. Joel places a hand on his bony shoulder.

"I can help you," he says. The man looks up, a brief glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. Joel watches the slow realization, the way his brain catches up to what's just happened, a choked noise spilling from his dry lips.

Joel tugs his knife from the man's gut and steps back, watching as he collapses to the ground. Desperate hands smear the blooming red stain across his abdomen. Joel circles the man, positioning himself at his back, and pulls him close with a hand slapped over his mouth.

"I'll take good care of her," he whispers before dragging his knife across his neck in one clean slice. The man twitches once before growing limp and Joel releases him, body hitting the forest floor with a dull thud. Not one to waste, Joel gathers anything of use from his person.

Something catches the light against his neck. Curious, Joel tugs the bloodstained neck of his t-shirt to the side, finding a silver chain. He pulls, revealing the length of it.

A cross.

The clasp snaps with a sharp tug and Joel stuffs it in his pocket. Standing and shouldering his bag once more, he begins his walk back towards the cabin.

You're running as fast as your legs will carry you, lungs and limbs burning with the effort. You made the mistake of not listening to your dad when he'd told you stay where you were, to stay hidden, that he'd come back. Your nerves had gotten the best of you and you decided that you would catch up with him, but you didn't know which direction he'd gone. You figured you would travel a little ways and see if you could find him and if you didn't do so quickly, you'd rush back to the cabin and wait, just as he told you.

That's when the men saw you, two large figures with rifles that reminded you of FEDRA soldiers slung across their backs.

You duck behind a thick tree to catch your breath. You can hear voices calling out through the forest above the rush of blood in your ears, taunting tones carrying through the air.

"C'mon out, pretty girl!"

You chance a peek out from your hiding spot, only catching a brief glimpse of one man through the trees.

"Where ya hidin', sweet thing?"

His voice sounds far away and that gives you the courage to move forward, a tentative dash for another tree.

“I might be nicer to ya if you just come on out, but if I have to hunt ya down…well…you know what a hunter does to its prey, don’tcha?”

You press your hand over your mouth, muffling the cry that claws its way up your throat. You start to run again, faster, not caring if he can hear you so long as you're able to maintain that distance, hoping that if you can outrun them for long enough, he'll just give up and then maybe you can find your--

You crash into something, the world sliding out from under you and the breath rushing from your lungs as you land on your back with a pained shout. A hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you across the rough ground before you have the chance to recover.

"Gotcha," a man says, the voice different from the one that had been taunting you before. A figure stands over you, a foot on either side of your hips, looking down at you with a sinister smile. "Pretty little prize, huh?"

You twist your body, scrambling away from him. He laughs, following after you with unhurried strides.

“Now, don’t play hard to get,” he admonishes. A hand wraps around your ankle and he drags you toward him, kicking and screaming. Your foot connects with some fleshy part of him and he curses.

“You little fuckin’ cunt,” he hisses, dropping your foot. He kicks you, heavy boot colliding with soft flesh and bone, a sharp pain blossoming in your side, shooting down to your very marrow. You curl in on yourself, wounded prey trying to protect its most vulnerable parts.

A shot rings out, the sound startling in the relative quiet of the forest. You sit up, sudden movement making you light headed, and it takes you a long moment to register the scene before you.

The man that had been chasing you, the one that had caught you, the one that had hurt you on the surface but planned to do far worse, lies on the ground, eyes wide open but unseeing. Above him stands your savior, an older man with gray streaked dark curls and tan skin, broad shoulders and hard brown eyes. He reminds you of a painting you saw once in a book your dad owned, long before the outbreak.

“Death On A Pale Horse,” he explained when you showed him the painting that caught your eye. “Based on the Book of Revelations. You remember that one, right?”

“Yeah.”

“This one,” — he pointed to the central figure, a dark creature on a white horse — “is Death. And this one” — he pointed to a figure on the right that rides a dark brown horse, the dark colors making him blend among the horrors breaking from the sky behind him — “would be famine. You can see the emaciated man below him.”

“What about the other two?” You asked.

“The one of the red horse would be war.”

You pointed to the remaining figure, a man with dark curls and a determined expression. “And the white horse?”

Your dad paused. “Conquest. Pestilence. The Antichrist. The first horseman of the apocalypse.”

The man before you today looks like that figure on the white horse and despite his choice to rescue you from one horror, you fear he may be something far worse.

The man kneels and you flinch away from him. He sighs and says, “I ain’t goin’ to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” You ask, voice weak, throat on fire.

“My name is Joel,” he says. “I want to help you.”

“How do I know you weren’t with those other guys?” Your eyes grow wide and you rush to stand on shaky legs. “Wait, there’s another—“

“He won’t be an issue,” Joel assures you, wrapping a steadying arm around your waist. “C’mon.”

“I can’t—“

“Men like those two ain’t the only things in the forest to worry about, and I’m afraid we can’t sit around and find out. That gun shot could send a horde runnin’.”

“Wait!” You snap, pulling out of his grasp. He holds his hands up, as if in surrender, or maybe like he’s approaching a wounded animal. You’re not sure which. “My dad is out there. H-he went to figure out where to go from here. We were in a cabin…” Your voice trails off. “I told him I would wait for him.”

Joel’s eyes are soft as he says, “We need to get ourselves to safety. I can send someone out to look for your dad first thing in the mornin’.”

“Send someone?”

“There’s a group of us, down in the valley. Survivors, like you.”

“Really?” Relief washes over you, eclipsing even the ache in your belly and the burn in your throat and the pain in your muscles. “How far?”

“With the state you’re in, probably about a two hour hike.”

You don’t have much choice but to go with him, do you?

“Okay.”

“Where’re you comin’ from?” Joel asks, glancing over his shoulder at you. You’ve been following quietly behind him, head down and eyes fixed on the ground.

“Denver,” is all you offer in response. He knew that much already. He wants to know more.

Maybe he has to give more first.

“‘M from Texas, originally. Was in a QZ in Boston for a while before makin’ my way out here.”

“Why’d you come out here?” You ask.

“Had a friend once tell me, ‘Save who you can save’,” he says.

“What does that mean?” You ask.

“You’ll see.”

Joel had mentioned survivors, but you're shocked to discover that just past a wooden sign proclaiming WELCOME TO CRESTONE in chipped yellow paint, a whole town is tucked away, surrounded by a wooden gate that opens for you as you approach. You feel the weight of curious eyes as you walk through a town square, Joel's palm between your shoulder blades steering you towards a more residential area until you reach a two story adobe home.

Once inside, you’re led upstairs to a sparsely decorated bedroom, a large bed in the center with a faded quilt tucked around the mattress with precision and a dresser against one wall covered in yellowed wallpaper. Joel gestures for you to sit, kneeling on the wood floor in front of you to work on the laces of your sneakers.

“What—“

“You need rest,” he says, removing your shoes. He looks up at you, brown eyes full of concern. Your stomach flips.

“But—“

“No,” he says sternly. He stands and walks to the side of the bed, tugging the quilt free and folding it down. “I have duties to return to, but you’ll be safe here.”

You don’t have it in you to continue arguing. You haven’t seen a comfortable bed in more than two days and the exhaustion catches up to you in one fell swoop, eyes halfway to shut as you crawl into the space Joel’s made for you between the sheets. He pulls the covers over you, the warmth of a hand smoothing across your cheek the last thing you feel before falling asleep.

You wake to the sun high in the sky, streaming through the open window of a room that you don't recognize. You push yourself to sitting, your ribs protesting the movement and your head pulsing just behind your eyes. Your mouth is unbearably dry, so much so that you start coughing, further aggravating your bruised ribs.

"There's water on the nightstand," a voice says, startling you.

You look to your left, finding a young girl sitting in a wooden chair by your bed. Her dark hair is pulled back from her face, wayward pieces falling across pale skin. Her sharp brown eyes watch you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.

“I’m Ellie,” she says. You mumble your own name.

“Did Joel save you?” Ellie asks.

“Uh—“

“He must have. That’s what he does,” she continues, cutting you off.

“Ellie!” A familiar deep voice calls out. Her eyes go wide and she scrambles from her seat, rushing for the door. Heavy footsteps climb the stairs, Joel appearing in the open doorway. He looks at her with a stern expression, mouth pressed in a thin line. “Thought I told you not to come up here.”

The look on her face isn’t fear, like her reaction would have led you to believe. No, she looks up at Joel with reverence as she says, “Sorry. Wanted to see her.”

Joel nods. “Head to the mess hall. I’ll bring her down shortly.”

Ellie casts a lingering look in your direction before disappearing through the doorway.

“Sorry about her,” Joel says. He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Could be better,” you say honestly. “How long was I asleep for?��

“A little more than a day.”

Your eyes go wide. “My dad—“

“We’ve sent out a search party. No luck yet, I’m afraid,” he says. You curl into yourself a bit at the news, shoulders tight with worry. He reaches forward and places a hand on top of your own where it rests on the sheets. “You should get some food. I brought you some new clothes, too. I’ll let you get dressed and we can go down to the mess hall.“

He leaves the room before you respond and you drag the pile of clothes closer to you, finding a neatly folded t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks. It takes you a long moment to work your way out of your dirty clothes, your movements slow to not aggravate your injuries. You keep your bra on, pulling the clean shirt over your head, followed by the jeans. You're thrilled to be wearing something that's not caked with dirt and sweat.

You're working on putting your socks on when there's a knock at the door, Joel entering when you call out for him to come in. He smiles at you.

"There, that's better," he says. "C'mon. Let's get down to dinner."

You follow him out of the room and down the stairs. The first floor of the home has a kitchen that opens up to a living and dining area, the space filled with worn mismatched furniture. The walls are wood paneled and there's a massive stone fireplace with elk antlers mounted above it.

The sun is setting as you step outside and get your first real look at the town as its bathed in gold. Narrow residential streets give way to wider roads once you reach the town center, where commercial buildings are pressed together advertising long forgotten businesses, their windows dark.

"That's the butcher up there," Joel says, pointing to one of the wooden buildings. "He gets the meat from the traps prepped for us." He points to another building with a sign that says RESTAURANT. "That's the bakery."

"A butcher and a bakery?" You ask. "Do you have electricity here?"

"Sure do. Solar panels, just outside the gate."

You continue walking through the town until you come up on a large white building, people entering and exiting through a set of thick double doors. The shadow of a cross remains above the door, perhaps scorched by the sun where a crucifix once sat. People welcome Joel as he enters, heads turning in their curiosity. You press a little closer to Joel's side.

The large room is bursting with noise and activity -- a flurry of conversations, the clink of cutlery, and laughter. You've not seen anything like it before, the mentality in the QZ not conducive to camaraderie. You can count on one hand the number of people you would have considered friends within those walls, and even that was a stretch. You and Joel join a line of people retrieving plates of food from a single window.

"How long has all of this been here?" You ask, gesturing to the room. He looks around proudly.

"Ellie and I came across this town on accident after we went through hell leavin' Boston. The folks here set up their own quarantine zone and with bigger fish to fry, FEDRA sort of left ‘em alone. They were kind enough to take us in," he says. "After that, more people started showin' up lookin' for safety. Lots of people who escaped the QZs or had been on their own for a while and were tired of runnin'."

"Ellie says you save people," you comment, taking a step forward as the line moves. "What's that mean?"

"Every flock needs a shepherd."

You’re at the front of the line now, standing in front of the window. A woman appears, her face lighting up when she sees Joel.

“Joel! How are you?” She asks, leaning onto the ledge. Behind her you can see people moving quickly and efficiently around a stainless steel kitchen, large pots of food simmering on the stovetop.

“Well enough,” he says. He places a hand on your shoulder. “We have a new guest. Make her plate nice and full for me?”

“Of course.”

She gathers a plate from a precarious stack, loading it with a heaping pile of food ranging from mashed potatoes and stew to colorful vegetables that you haven’t seen in ages, not since before the outbreak when you were seven and your dad would make dinner rather than pass you a ration package. You’re speechless as she hands you the plate with a kind smile, a mumbled thank you the best you can manage to show your gratitude.

Joel is handed a plate as well and you follow him to a table where Ellie sits next to a man with white hair, her plate already empty in front of her. The man looks up at Joel as you approach, his expression closed off and wary.

“Michael,” Joel says in greeting, jaw ticking. You take a seat beside Ellie, who to your surprise moves closer to you, arm brushing yours. “You botherin’ Ellie?”

The man, Michael, shakes his head. “No, sir. We were just having a little talk.”

“What about?” Joel sits on the opposite side of the table. He rips his bread roll in half.

“Just some concerns I was having.”

“You bring your concerns to me. Not to her.”

The two men stare at each other, the tension thick and impossible to ignore. Finally, Michael gets up, leaving the table without another word. Ellie’s shoulder’s lose their tension and Joel catches her eye, the two of them seeming to have an entire conversation in just a look.

The moment passes and Joel’s features relax, a smile tilting the corners of his lips as he returns his attention to you and gestures to your plate.

“Dig in,” he says.

Joel walks you back to his home after dinner, the sky now dark. Ellie’s already closed herself in her room by the time the two of you return, having left the mess hall before you had finished eating.

“Tired again?” Joel asks when you yawn, mouth open wide as you stretch your arms above your head.

Your expression is sheepish as you say, “A little bit.”

“That’s to be expected,” he assures you. “You fought a hard fight. It’s okay to relax now. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Your fingers tangle in the hem of the t-shirt he’d given you earlier. “I don’t know if I’ve said that already.”

“You’re welcome. Come on, let’s get you back upstairs. You can use the shower and get to bed.”

“Oh my god, a shower sounds amazing.”

He shows you the bathroom and helps you get the water running. Once he shows you where to find a towel, you smile gratefully before shutting the door on him.

Dismissed, Joel makes his way to Ellie’s room, knocking on the door. She answers quickly, opening up only enough for him to see her face.

“Yeah?” She asks.

“Can I come in?”

She rolls her eyes but opens the door further, allowing him inside. Her room is smaller than his but far more decorated, pages ripped out of old magazines and comic books tacked to the wall. She takes a seat on her single bed, folding her legs beneath her.

“What did Michael talk to you about?” He asks. She shrugs her shoulders. Joel bites back a sigh. Sometimes he forgets what it was like to reason with a teenage girl. “Ellie.”

“He said” — she pauses, scratching at her wrist in the way that she will when she’s anxious — “he said that you were full of shit. That your fucked up ceremony isn’t helping any of them.”

Joel’s teeth grind together. “That all?”

“Called me a stupid kid for following what you say,” she mumbles. “Said everyone in town was stupid for believing you.”

“Thank you for tellin’ me,” he says. Rage burns in his veins as he turns to leave.

“What are you gonna do?” Ellie asks as he reaches the door.

“I’m goin’ to teach him a lesson.”

He pulls the door shut behind him, tilting his head against the wood with a sigh. The click of a latch down the hall precedes your quiet, “Joel?”

Joel turns to face you, surprised to find you standing just outside the bathroom door with a towel tucked around your body. Water glistens on your skin in the low light, drawing his eyes down your neck and across your chest. He clears his throat.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” you murmur. “I…could I get some new clothes?”

“Of course, should’a given you some before you showered. Sorry about that.”

Joel walks past you, entering his bedroom and approaching the dresser. He tugs the top drawer open, full of clothing he’d gathered while you’d been asleep for more than a day. He piles together another t-shirt, sleep pants, and underwear, setting them on the bed for you.

You’re standing in the doorway when he finishes and he fights the urge to go to you, to pull you close, to run his wretched hands over your body like he’s wanted to since he first saw you in the forest.

He doesn’t, though. Not yet. You still have much to learn.

“Here you go,” he says. “Some more stuff in the drawers for you if you need it.”

Joel leaves you to get ready for bed, shutting the door behind him. He heads downstairs to grab what he’ll need, essentials shoved in a bag thrown over his shoulder before venturing off into the night.

Only a few lights continue to illuminate windows as Joel walks through the residential area. The house he approaches at the end of a street is already dark, quiet beyond the wood door that he knocks on three times. The door opens slowly, Michael appearing in the small space.

“What?” He grunts.

“Come take a walk,” Joel says. Michael rolls his eyes, moving to shut the door but Joel’s boot blocks his effort. “I ain’t askin’, Michael.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?” He challenges. Joel throws his weight against the door, catching Michael by surprise enough for him to step into the house.

Joel throws an elbow into the man’s gut, making him double over with a groan. He circles behind him, kicking the back of his knee to send him to the ground. He pulls a length of chain from his pocket, looping it around Michael’s neck and pulling the ends.

Michael struggles, clawing at the garotte and thrashing wildly, but Joel holds strong. He tightens his grip further until Michael’s fight becomes sluggish, lack of oxygen finally causing him to go limp.

Joel releases the chain and Michael’s body slumps to the ground. He removes his backpack, digging through the contents until he finds a rusted pair of handcuffs that he uses to bind Michael’s arms behind his back. Next, he places a strip of duct tape over his mouth.

When he wakes, Joel will lead him out past the gate. He will find an unassuming home that rests outside the boundary of Crestone. He will open the hidden doors of the cellar, the ones covered in a layer of leaves and grass. From the darkness he will hear the echo of desperate groans and the rattle of chains and the angry attempts to break free from bindings. He will lead Michael down the dirt steps, the smell of rot and fear and death clawing at his olfactory nerves.

He will place a burlap bag over a struggling Michael’s head and the man will beg and plead in words muffled by tape. Then, Joel will offer him for judgment.

A hand on you shoulder shakes you awake, the room still mostly dark when you manage to open your eyes. You groan, pulling the quilt up over your head.

“C’mon, we gotta get to breakfast,” Ellie says. The cover gets yanked down and she gives you a mischievous grin.

“Where’s Joel?” You ask, sitting up slowly. She shrugs.

“Probably there already.”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand, stretching your arms up. You grab the same jeans and socks from the day before, changing into them quickly and sitting down on the floor to pull your sneakers on. Ellie watches you, her foot tapping impatiently.

“You can go without me if you’re in a rush,” you offer. She shakes her head.

“I’m fine,” she says quickly. “You ready?”

“Sure.”

You follow her out of the house, her clipped pace difficult to keep up with due to your lingering pain. As the sun starts to rise and you pass by more of the houses, you notice something peculiar about some of them.

“What’s that?” You ask, pausing in front of one the houses. There’s a streak of what looks like dark red paint across the top of the door. Ellie doubles back and stands beside you.

“Protection,” she says.

“From what?”

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable with your line of questioning. Rather than answer, she walks away, leaving you to catch up to her or be left behind.

As the two of you start to walk through the square, there’s a rush of people around you. Shouting can be heard up ahead as a crowd comes into view, gathered around the front of the mess hall building. People press in close together, craning their necks to see over each other and catch a glimpse of whatever spectacle has their attention.

Ellie pushes through the crowd and you follow close on her heels until she manages to break through the other side of the wall of people. You catch glimpses of something writhing on the ground, something animal but not quite, something failed and fetid and foul. Another peek affords you a view of an arm littered with bite marks shaped by blunt teeth, deep gouges into their skin that shine red with blood and fester with disease.

Joel appears, stepping around the side of the building. The whispers cease, the crunch of Joel’s boots and pained groans the only noise to be heard in the stale air.

His dark eyes scan the crowd. People shrink back from his gaze, pressing closer to each other for relief. He reaches down, curling his fingers into the burlap material and yanking it off to reveal a man, familiar and yet not recognizable. Unseeing eyes, ashen skin, and dark red veins now the hallmark characteristics of the man you now remember as the one who had been talking to Ellie in the dining hall.

Joel draws a gun from his back, aiming it at Michael’s head. “Let this be a lesson,” he says, pulling the trigger.

The shot rings out, making you jump. The agonized sounds come to abrupt halt and his body goes limp, eyes still open as blood blooms on the ground around him.

“No blood spilled. No blood saved,” Joel says. You look up from the horrible scene and meet his hard gaze. You step back, turning and shoving your way through the crowd.

Then, you run.

You’re frantically shoving clothing into your bag when a door slams downstairs and heavy footsteps climb the stairs at a quick pace. You can feel the burn of Joel's eyes on your back, his presence in the room thick and cloying as you refuse to turn around, even when he murmurs your name.

He moves closer, a hand on your shoulder prompting you to turn to break the connection. He holds his hands up in surrender, taking a step back as he says, "Let me explain."

"Explain? Explain?! How the fuck do you explain that?!" You snap.

"If you'll just listen--"

"There's nothing you could possibly say that will--"

"Ellie is immune!" He shouts. Your words die on the tip of your tongue, lost to ether as you stare at Joel.

"W-what do you mean? Immune?" You ask.

He takes a deep breath. "I told you what my friend said. 'Save who you can save'. The first person I saved was Ellie."

"I helped her out of Boston, kept her safe, nearly lost my life if it meant keepin' her alive," He continues. "That's what I offer here."

"So you think you're....what? Some kind of god? That you can grant immunity?"

He huffs a laugh, the noise devoid of any humor. "God abandoned his worst experiment in their time of need. There is no god anymore, just the poor creatures he left behind. Someone had to take up the mantle."

"But how?"

"The ceremony," he says.

"That’s not a fucking answer, Joel!” You shout. “What fucking ceremony?!”

“Blood spilled for blood saved. You can’t make it in this world without givin’ your everythin’ first.” He lifts the bottom of his shirt, just enough to reveal a jagged scar to the right of his belly button, shiny scar tissue disrupting smooth tan skin. “I did this for Ellie. Now everyone else has to do it for themselves.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” You take a small step closer to inspect the wound, raising your hand and reaching out with a tentative touch. Joel inhales sharply as you run your fingers across the puckered flesh.

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand up and holding it against his chest. “It’ll be easier to show you, okay? There’s a ceremony in a couple days.”

“I don’t—“

“You’re just afraid because this is somethin’ new, but I promise you that you got nothin’ to be scared of. I’ll take care of you.” He lifts a hand to your face, tilting your chin with his thumb. “I just need you to trust me.”

His eyes are honest, earnest, pleading with you to believe him and the longer you search them, the more truth you seem to find. He will take care of you. You just know it.

“Okay.”

Dinner is served early on the day of the ceremony, the room buzzing with excited conversation. You haven’t seen Joel much the last few days, just passing glimpses, and Ellie says it’s because he has a lot to prepare for. Tonight there’s a woman at his side wearing a white dress that flows to the floor, black hair braided down her back. She smiles at Joel, hanging on every word you can’t hear. It makes your stomach clench in a weird way when her hand curls around his bicep and her head leans against his shoulder.

“That’s Marcy. She’s volunteered for the ceremony,” Ellie says. She’s sitting across from you, a smirk on her lips. “S’why she’s been hanging around Joel the last few days. Joel’s gotta prepare her.”

“Oh,” is all you manage to reply, picking at the vegetables on your plate. “What does…what does he do? To prepare her.”

She shrugs. “Dunno.”

You glance at the pair. Joel leans in close to the woman, whispering into her ear. Your fingernails dig into the meat of your palm, your hands curled into tight fists beneath the table. He stands, a hand on the woman’s shoulder as he calls the people to attention, voices fading until silence envelops the room.

“Tonight,” Joel says, “another is to be saved. And we will all bear witness to the gift of deliverance that only self-sacrifice can grant.”

It’s only a few words, but the power in them is palpable as you glance around the room at the entire town watching him with rapt attention. His eyes meet yours.

“Save who you can save,” he intones. A chill runs down your spine.

“Save who you can save,” the town echoes back.

The sun is already low on the horizon, twilight casting a soft glow on the scene. You stand at the back of the crowd, watching as Joel leads Marcy onto a raised wooden platform. Another man joins them, passing something wrapped in cloth into Joel’s outstretched hands.

“The thing about the world today,” Joel says, unwrapping the cloth to reveal a large knife, “is that there ain’t a single guarantee.” He looks out over the crowd. “Except here, within these walls. Why? Because here you’ll make the greatest sacrifice and earn the greatest reward.”

He begins to pace the length of the platform, knife in hand. “Givin’ your blood in exchange for your safety? That doesn’t sound so bad, right?” The people around you nod their heads in agreement. “You’ve seen what that sacrifice can do. I did it for Ellie. I did it for myself. And tonight—“ he places a hand on Marcy’s shoulder “—another has made the choice to earn that gift of protection.”

A cheer erupts, spreading through the crowd through shouts and applause. You find yourself joining them, clapping your hands together as you continue to watch Joel.

“Marcy,” Joel says. “What brings you here today?”

“No blood spilled, no blood saved,” she recites dutifully.

“Are you afraid?” He asks.

“No,” she says.

“Why?”

“Because I trust in your protection.”

Joel smiles at her, beaming with pride, and that knot in your stomach from earlier returns with a vengeance. You want him to look at you like that.

He stands in front of her, blocking her from view with his body. A hush falls over the crowd and from the silence erupts an anguished scream. You flinch, the sound piercing and painful and petrifying, though it seems to have taken nobody else by surprise.

Another scream as he jerks his arm back, the knife in his hand now stained with red that slides down the blade, dripping to the wood beneath his feet. He steps to the side and you can see the woman now, her hands pressed to her belly. Crimson blooms beneath her hands, marring her pretty white dress and leaching the color and vitality from her face. She drops to her knees and so does Joel, who wraps an arm around her shoulders and gently guides her until she’s lying on her back. He holds her hand and smooths her hair from her face as she just repeats, “Thank you.”

Slowly, the strength in her voice fades. Her arm goes limp in his grasp, dropping to the floor with a dull thud as her eyes flutter shut. Joel whistles sharply, three men rushing up the platform and lifting the girl into their arms, careful not to jostle her too much. Joel remains kneeling, his head turning to scan the crowd.

“We are born covered in blood,” he says. “It gives you protection from the outside world when you’re wrenched from the womb. And it will protect you now as it is wrenched from you.”

He steps off the platform and walks past the crowd, heading for the residential street. Everyone shuffles forward, moving en masse like sheep following their shepherd or cattle to the slaughter. You’re led to one of the smaller homes and you watch as Joel smooths the flat of the blade across his hand, gathering blood in his palm.

He places his palm on the door, smearing the blood across the faded blue paint. When he’s done, he turns to face the crowd.

“Marcy has earned her protection. Those of you among us that have not yet made your sacrifice, may you return home this evenin’ and realize that each passin’ day is a wasted opportunity for your salvation.” His serious expression softens as he smiles. “No blood spilled.”

“No blood saved,” the crowd says.

To your surprise, the words fall easily from your lips.

Joel shuts the door quietly behind him. He’s just finished checking on Marcy and was pleased to find that her wound has been dressed and she’s recovering well. At the kitchen sink he runs the water as hot as he can tolerate and scrubs his hands clean.

He can hear faint footsteps upstairs, the sound of your pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He’s pleased that you stayed through the entire ceremony, didn’t run away filled with fear or disgust like you had watching him make an example out of Michael.

There’s hope for you yet.

Joel dries his hands on a towel and heads upstairs. He glances at Ellie’s room out of habit, though he knows it’s empty. She likes to help out after the ceremony, usually sticking beside the town nurse, Shelly, as she monitors the person who participated in the ceremony over night.

The door to his bedroom is shut but he can see that the light is on, the glow of it seeping out from the gap beneath the door. He knocks, three sharp raps of his knuckles, and waits.

You pull the door open, and Joel is once again struck by how much he wants you, how much he’s craved you since the first time he saw you. You look up at him with wide eyes but he doesn’t sense any fear as you pull the door open further and step back to let him enter.

“You doin’ okay?” He asks, shutting the door quietly behind him. You’re standing with your arms wrapped around yourself, nodding quietly. Joel moves closer, tentatively reaching out to tilt your chin up so that he’s looking into your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I….,” your voice trails off. You take a breath. “I want that protection.”

He was hoping you would say that. Relief floods through him.

“I can’t do that,” he says. Your brows pinch together, hurt flashing across your features. “I won’t have your blood on my hands.”

“But—“

“Listen to me—“ his hands frame your face, thumbs smoothing over the high points of your cheeks “—you’re meant for somethin’ different here.”

“Something different?” You repeat. You shake your head slightly. “I don’t understand.”

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you lose a drop,” he whispers. “You don’t need to bleed, sweetheart. Not like them. I’ll protect you myself.”

Your mouth drops open the slightest bit, drawing Joel’s gaze. He slides his thumb across your bottom lip, mesmerized by the softness of it. There’s not much about his life the last twenty or so years that he would call soft.

There was his brother, Tommy, even though they couldn’t see eye to eye and had to part ways. His daughter, Sarah, before the outbreak. She took care of him, made sure he took his vitamins and packed his lunch and didn’t miss a parent-teacher conference. She was light and joy, his heart outside of his body, and she was ripped from his grasp.

There was Tess, who was not a soft person but was a soft place to land among the carnage. Bill, ornery though he was, and Frank, arguably his better half. They were a breath of normalcy, even when Bill had a gun trained on him. Ellie, once she quit being a pain in the ass and wormed her way into his heart with her promise to follow him wherever he went.

And now there was you.

“Will you let me do that?” Joel asks. “Protect you?”

You lift your hands, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrists. He wonders if you can feel the rapid beat of his heart, his pulse pounding beneath your grip. Finally, after a long moment, you whisper, “Yes.”

Joel captures your lips with his, swallowing your gasp of surprise. You’re tentative, a bit clumsy with your movements as you kiss back and he pulls away, leaning his forehead to yours.

“I-I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I’ve never—“

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

While his words don’t stop your pulse from racing, they do calm your nerves the slightest bit. It’s not that you’ve never been interested in sex, there was just never a good opportunity. Going through puberty in an apocalypse where a militant government faction monitors your every move in exchange for basic necessities wasn’t exactly conducive to forming intimate relationships.

While you’re lost in your thoughts, Joel moves you backwards until your legs hit the mattress and he urges you to sit down. He kneels in front of you, working on the laces of your sneakers, removing them and setting them to the side. He looks up at you as he removes your socks and you’re not sure if you're supposed to find the sight of him kneeling at your feet as sexy as you do, but a rush of warmth rolls through you all the same.

He runs his palms up your legs, across your thighs, until his fingertips find the waist of your jeans, popping the button of the fly and pulling the zipper down.

“Lift your hips a bit, sweetheart,” he says, working the denim down and off your legs, tossing them aside. His hands return to your thighs, goosebumps erupting along their path to your hips.

“No one’s touched you here?” He asks, here being the soft skin of your inner thigh that his thumbs sweep across. You shake your head. He moves higher, a featherlight touch over the elastic of your underwear that makes you gasp. “What about here?”

“N-no,” you manage to whisper. He smiles at you, the same proud smile he’d given Marcy that you were so desperate to have for yourself.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. He kisses the inside of your knee quickly before sitting up higher, reaching up to lift your shirt up, tugging it over your head and dropping it onto the growing pile of your clothing.

“Lie back for me,” Joel commands. You shift up the mattress and follow his instruction, bringing your arms up to cover your exposed breasts. He makes a dissatisfied click with his tongue, pulling your arms away as he crawls up the mattress to settle between your legs.

“None of that,” he admonishes, planting your hands by your head. He kisses your lips again, butterflies erupting in your stomach when his tongue tangles with yours, hot and demanding. He palms one of your breasts, hands rough on the delicate skin. “This is mine, do you understand?”

Joel brings his mouth to your breast, tongue swirling over your stiff nipple. You cry out, the foreign sensation making more heat rush through you, leaving you throbbing between your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes as he sucks your nipple between his lips, releasing it with a lewd pop.

“Mine to touch,” he says, leaning on one arm to trail his fingers down your stomach. “Mine to kiss.” His lips trace the same heated path. “Mine to protect.”

When he reaches your underwear, he pulls back. “Look at that,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing across the gusset, making you whimper and squirm. “You’ve soaked your panties, sweetheart.”

Your face feels hot with embarrassment. “‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“Sorry? Ain’t nothin’ you need to be sorry about,” he says with a chuckle. He sits up, working your only remaining barrier between you down your legs. He spreads your legs with his hands on your thighs. “Goddamn, you look so pretty, baby.”

“Really?” You ask. His answering grin is wolfish.

“So pretty,” he repeats. He settles on his belly, face so close to your pussy you can feel the warmth of his breath against your heated flesh. “Gotta get you ready.”

Your response to the question is cut off with a high pitched moan as Joel runs his tongue through your folds, circling your clit with broad strokes. You try to close your legs against the sensation but his strong hands keep your thighs pinned down near the mattress.

He groans as he sets a slow and measured pace, alternating attention to your clit with dipping his tongue inside of you, dragging your essence from the source. Your hands clench in the sheets, chasing and retreating from the overwhelming sensation in equal measure.

There’s a blunt pressure that turns into a slight pinch as Joel slips a finger into your tight heat. Your head tilts back with a high keening noise and you’re panting, desperate for breath as he moves his hand in tandem with his tongue.

One finger becomes two that thrust and curl and part inside of you, stretching you in unfamiliar ways. It feels good, and all you want is more, more, more.

Joel’s hand moves quickly and he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves until that flood of relief that you’ve only accomplished a handful of times on your own washes over you, your back arching sharply off the mattress as you shout his name like a prayer to the heavens.

His motions slow to a stop and he leaves the bed. You hear the clink of a belt and the rustle of clothing being removed before his weight returns between your legs, a new heat to be felt against your flushed skin with his clothes no longer in the way. With shaky hands you reach up to touch him, starting at his shoulders.

You trail your hands across his warm tan skin, down his hard chest and softer belly. That scar, the one that frightened you before, leaves you breathless as you run your fingers over it now. He’s so strong, so powerful, and he wants you. Wants to protect you so that you don’t know that same pain.

“Joel,” you whisper. He leans forward, hands on the mattress beside your head. He kisses you, slow and all encompassing. You can feel the hard length of his sliding through the mess he’s made of you and you gasp.

“Let me make one thing clear,” he says, face serious, “there ain’t any goin’ back from this. You’re mine. You got that?”

“I trust you,” you reply. Your response earns you a deep groan from the man, a kiss to your forehead that precedes the blunt head of his cock pressing to your soaked entrance.

His cock is thicker, much thicker, than his fingers were and you whine at the intrusion. His shushes you, peppering your face with soothing kisses.

“I don’t think—“

“You’re doin’ so good, sweetheart, I know you can handle it,” Joel says. “Take a deep breath, just a little more.”

Tension gives way, a sharp pinch that turns into an ache as Joel presses his hips firmly against yours. He kisses your neck and trails his nose across your sweat damp skin, holding still as you adjust to his girth.

You shift your hips the slightest bit and Joel’s moan echoes your gasp. “Tell me I can move,” he begs, another desperate kiss pressed to your lips. “Please, baby.”

There’s something heady about the power you have in this brief moment, a man like Joel begging you for something when he’s used to having everything. You nod and that’s all the encouragement he needs to draw back slowly, that fullness leaving you inch by inch, before thrusting sharply.

It’s unlike any experience you’ve had before — the way his body moves with yours, the flex of his muscles above you, the intense look in his eyes each time he presses inside of you.

“Made for me,” he murmurs. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you agree, moaning as each drag of his cock presses against a tender spot inside of you that has your stomach tightening rapidly.

His effort doubles, hips slamming hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. You dig your nails into his back, watch the clench of his jaw against the sting, and moan his name as you succumb to the feeling of free falling into bliss, clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck,” he growls, hips stilling against yours as warmth pulses inside of you, his mouth dropped open on a groan of your name.

Joel takes a moment to catch his breath before withdrawing from you. He reaches his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers into your swollen pussy as you gasp.

He holds those fingers up, the light catching on the red staining them.

Perhaps you’d spilled blood for your safety after all.

You wake to the early morning light filtering through the window, a noticeable ache between your legs as you begin to stir. You’re naked, having fallen asleep in Joel’s arms last night, his lips caressing your neck until you’d drifted off and dreamt of blood and wolves. You stretch your limbs, encountering only cold sheets as you do.

As you sit up, you realize the sound of rushing water is the shower and surmise that Joel must be in there. With stiff movements you leave the warmth of the bed and approach the dresser, tugging open the top drawer to find clothing for the day.

You’re reaching for underwear when your fingers catch on something cold, metal in a sea of fabric. You pull on the object, unearthing it from its hiding spot and holding it up for inspection.

A cross, hanging from a silver chain. A chain you would tangle your fingers in as a child, a cross that a thumb would rub across as a deep, familiar voice muttered prayers.

The shower turns off and you take one last look at the crucifix before setting it back into the dark corner you’d unearthed it from.

Then, you shut the drawer.

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tennessoui · 2 months

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Ok kit I have a bone to pick with you because you write all these amazing angst stories that go on forever but then there’s only like 3 glimpses of fluff ????? Like ???? Please don’t rip my heart out and just leave it there ???? After putting us through thousands of words of pure dread and stress I feel like we deserve a lil treat at the end like give us more kisses and cuddles and pure happiness

(I’m kidding btw I love everything you give us lol I feel like I need to be in the right headspace sometimes gotta prepare my heart for what’s about to happen. Like pretty pls give us like a very short summary of what happens after that kiss in the drunk party au like surely they get together and get married and whatnot?? Also why did anakin only just divorce padme after 9 years like that’s a pre long time to stay in a marriage he’s not 100% into imo but also what do I do know about love lol)

so storytime right when i was in the sixth grade, smack dab in the middle of impressionable middle schooler at 11 years old, i read ahead in my english textbook (nerd) to a poem we never actually got to in class and it was about these two people who used to be together but who broke up meeting at a party and it's both amicable and bittersweet and they're both on this balcony with the party noises in the background and a storm is approaching and the narrator thinks that everything is frozen in that moment except for them because it's like the person she had loved then was changing and growing before her eyes until they turned into a stranger and then they both go back inside because the storm is almost here and you actually can't stop time and they're not lovers anymore they're just strangers but they had one last moment of being together filled with awkward conversations and nostalgic feelings and then they too understand they can't stop time because you really can't stop time did i mention that and the storm was always going to hit and it's like their final goodbye to both each other and who they used to be

and ive never been able to find that poem cause i don't remember the title or the poet or the 6th grade english textbook it was in but when i say that it had a deep effect on me.....lmao. everything i've ever written contains at least one or two elements of that poem i just wanna make someone else feel the way i did when i was twelve and read it for the first time

#asks #this was a great ask it turned into a kit to kit post lol #for the ficlet you mean though i think they do get together #but they probably don't do it easily #obi-wan would never marry anakin because he's too much of a jedi #and anakin would never ask because he wouldn't be able to take hearing the no #anakin stayed with padme for so long because she was all he had left #and his kids #and he holds onto things tightly #that ficlet deals a lot with like #my understandings of anakin's love and anakin's sense of loyalty #in that he committed himself by marriage to padme #it doesn't matter that he loved obi-wan first and obi-wan kissed him late #he's too loyal and too young to really decide that he wants to be with obi-wan instead #and then of course he hears obi-wan gets a new padawan #so hes been replaced so theres no room left for him in obi-wan's life anyway

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Ok so I just finished rereading your “Bucky with the Good Hair” fic for probably the 1000th time and thought of something so filthy that hopefully you might like to imagine. But maybe Bucky accidentally gets the reader’s cum in his long hair so for the rest of the day he constantly smells the reader on him and it keeps him so horny. So after that he is always trying to have the reader cum on his hair. This definitely is a little bit out there but I love the idea of Bucky being absolutely feral for his S/O and I am very biased to Bucky with the good hair! Lol ;)

Omg Nonnie you naaasty and I LOVE IT. You have lured me in because I too am naaaasty and this is what we do here. Also, I'm so glad you like 'Bucky with the Good Hair' ❤️🥹 that makes me so happy.

Ok let's get into it... Lumberbuck is baaack 🪵

Warnings: I'll be honest I took the word 'feral' and went with it. Oral (f receiving), squirting, fingering, all the pet names, p in v, a little bit of overstim and cockwarming.

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Bucky had woken you up as he often did, head buried between your thighs licking, sucking and fingering you towards a beautiful start to the morning.

As your back arched on the bed you somehow caught a glimpse of the clock on your bedside. "Shit Bucky....mmmhm... It's 8:05, you're gonna be late for work" you panted, dreading the thought of him leaving you again without finishing. "Not a problem baby" he growled and thrust another finger in, beckoning quickly as you howled and clawed at the sheets. "Just let go sweetie, come on baby, show me what you got."

He was answered with your long moan and as you clenched around him, he sucked hard of your clit and you drenched his face and hair. "Oh my god, Bucky" you groaned and flopped back. You glanced up and saw him retying his hair up, and watched as he pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt before kissing you goodbye.

"You can't go to work with my.... Me on your face Bucky" you laughed in surprise. He just kissed you again and left for the day.

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As he worked in the hot sun, Bucky was being utterly tormented. His hair kept slipping from its ponytail and little strands of hair, that still smelt of you surrounded him.

As he sweated away, hacking at wood he was transported back to the morning buried between your legs. He could have stayed there forever, listening to the pretty sounds you made, the taste of you so sweet and delicious. He gripped his axe tighter and cracked a log in half in one swing.

"Damn Barnes, you mad or something?" Sam chuckled "what did it ever do to you?"

Bucky had to laugh as he took a break, but still you were all around him. If only this day would end and he could have his way with you.

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You were hanging up some washing on the line outside when you heard Bucky's car approaching down the dirt track. You thought he seemed to be driving a bit quicker than normal but perhaps he had had a tough day?

You watched him pull up, his eyes were fixed on you, and you were almost nervous at what was on his mind. He stalked out of his car and pulled you into him.

"I've been surrounded by you all day baby. Been driving me insane, I gotta have you right now..." You giggled as he lifted you up and wrapped your arms around him. "What do you mean Bucky?" He growled as you pressed kisses to his nose and forehead.

"You're in my hair baby, your beautiful scent just driving me nuts. Been hard all fucking day, need to stretch you out sweetheart."

You moaned as he carried you up the steps on to the decking but let out a gasp as he placed you down on the sunlounger. "Can't we go inside?" You laughed as he pushed your sundress upwards and ripped your underwear off. "Nope" he said, popping his 'p' and pushed your legs up so your ankles were almost around your ears. "Told ya, need you now."

He was a man possessed and you were just there for the ride. It never took you long to get ready for him, but watching him spit on your pussy and rub his cock over your folds had you getting there pretty quickly.

He sank his cock into you and groaned. "Oh my god Bucky... So big... Fuck" you sighed out, breath catching in your throat as he set a steady, rough pace. "You see what you do to me baby? See how crazy you make me, can't fucking control myself." His hands gripped your hips and pulled you down to meet his thrusts, sending him deeper, making your eyes roll back in your head. All that could leave your mouth were curses and his name, and even that felt like a struggle.

"Taking me so well sweetness, fuck, squeezing me so nice" he leaned forward, his teeth scraping your skin, and he left a trail of hickeys all over your chest. You wrapped your arms back around him and brought him in to kiss you.

He kissed you hard almost stealing your breath from you. He was the most wild you had seen him for a while, but you loved it, knowing just your scent had driving him this crazy was nothing short of an ego boost.

"Gonna come for me huh? You wanna show me what a good girl you are?" He pounded harder, and you snaked a hand down to rub at your clit, pleasure shooting through you, making your toes curl and you walls squeezed around his thick cock.

He raised himself a little and you could both watch as your pussy coated his cock with release, making you both groan, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

He kept himself inside you, reveling in the way you kept pulsing around him. He dropped his head against yours, and you kissed him, letting your legs drop a little to rest on his hips. "God you're just everywhere baby, can't get enough of ya" he sinks in a little making you whine. "Bucky, need a break please" you pouted and he kissed you.

"You've got as long as it takes to get to bed and I'm having you again." You squealed as he helped you get to standing and then spanked your ass to get you moving.

Safe to say, you may or may not purposefully mess up Bucky's bun most mornings....

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bigfemguy · 2 years

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hey btw i transcribed the wayneradiotv and socpens streams

EDIT: there’s a thing where all four streams line up to make messages - transcript in the post now :>

so first, here’s the squad stream transcript with timestamps

6:30 DO YOU SEE ME?

7:20 DO YOU HEAR ME?

8:00 QUARTERS ARE FOURTHS REMOVED

8:15 THIS IS ALL THIS IS ALL FOR YOU FOR YOU

8:35 I JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU HAPPY HAPPY!

9:00 HAPPY TIMES MAKE FOR HAPPY MEN! SAD TIMES = SAD FACE

9:30 CAN I MAKE YOU HAPPY? CAN HE MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!!

11:25 THERE WAS ONCE A man named

12:20 I LOVE WHEN MEN ARE NAMED THAT!! I will name you..

12:35 Your name will be Ethan

13:50 STOP! STOP! STOP!

14:10 Ethan Duff say remove ‘tape’

14:30 Ethan Duff say he say, well he gonna say it all.

15:50 WHAT?! YOU HATE THAT?!

17:40 A world made of String that’s no world

20:05 i dont wanna go i dont wanna go i wanna go to bed

21:25 they have no bed here

22:35 17 minutes 12 minutes 30 seconds TIME life

23:00 dark deeds make for free feeds QUOTE BY ETHAN DUFF

23:25 subject stated that they had ‘3 bronze deaths and one silver death’.

23:55 FYI we love all kinds of sports FYI FYI FYI

25:25 Oh my God… they’re coming to get me. They are men. They are tall. They wear party hats. They want to make me attend my final party. But it’s not a birthday party. It’s a death party for me. They’ll never get me alive. I’ll-Oh God! They are here. Let go of ME YOU TALL MEN! NO! STOP! LET ME GO! OUCH!YAAAARRGGHHH Transmission end here

27:15 WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? NOTHING WILL HAPPEN IN 7 MINUTES 33 SECONDS

28:25 “Is it true you can kill people?” “YES”

28:35 “Is it true that he’s real?” “YES”

28:40 “Is it true that this is real?” “THIS VID IS REAL BUT NOT ALL VIDS ARE REAL”

30:25 NO MORE NO MORE

30:35 NO MORE! NO MORE ANY!!

30:55 I want I want to see

31:00 I want to eat I want a prize

32:10 I need you to bring me it

32:20 I NEED THINGS

32:30 I WANT MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

34:00 IT ALMOST time you don’t know why

34:10 ethan, say goodbye

ok now here’s the normal text

QUARTERS

ME?

HEAR

YOU

SEE

YOU

HE say goodbye

ethan, say goodbye

you dont know w

IT ALMOST time

I WANT

NEED THINGS

I need you to bring me

I want a drink

I want to eat

I want to see

I want

NO MORE ANY!

NO MORE!

NO MORE

THIS VID IS REAL BUT NOT ALL VIDS ARE REAL

“Is it true that he’s real?”

“YES”

“Is it true you can kill people?”

IN 7 MINUTES 33 SECONDS

NOTHING WILL HAPPEN

FOR?

YOU WAITING

WHAT ARE

transmission end here

You’ll never get me alive. I’ll-Oh god! I’m here, let go of ME YOU TALL MEN! NO! STOP! LET ME GO!

my God… they’re coming to get me. They are. They are tall. They wear party hats. They want to make me attend my final party. But it’s not a birthday party. It’s a death party for me.

FINAL LOG ENTRY

We love all kinds of sports

FYI

one silver death

bronze deaths an

subject stated that they had

QUOTE BY ETHAN DUFF

free feeds

dark deeds make for

QUARTERS

THE ALBERT [cut off]ISTUL A CONUNDRUM

the coolest

gotta be

REMEMBER THAT WELL.

life

THIS IS ALL

TIME

30 seconds

12 minutes

17 minutes

here

they have no bed

BED!

I JUST WANT

i wanna go to

i dont wanna go

dont wanna go

that’s no world

String

made of

HAPPY TIMES

A world

ETHAN DUFF SAYS

YOU HAT[cut off] THAT?!

CAN I

WHAT?!

you need to

[cut off]he gonna sa[cut off] it all.

he say, well

FINAL LOG ENTRY

Ethan Duff say

Ethan Duff [cut off]y remove tape

REMOVE TAPE NOW

STOP!

MY FAVORITE

Ethan Duff

Your name will be

will name you.

NAMED THAT

I LOVE WHEN MEN ARE

[“REMEMBER” in wingdings 3]

named

man

ONCE A

THERE WAS

MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!!

CAN HE

MAKE YOU HAPPY?

CAN I

= SAD FACE

SAD TIME

MAKE FOR HAPPY MEN!

THERE WAS

HAPPY TIMES

HAPPY

[“REMEMBER” in wingdings 3] TO MAKE YOU

I JUST WANT

FOR YOU

THIS IS ALL

REMEMBER THAT WELL.

REMOVED

FOURTHS

ARE

QUARTERS

ME?

HEAR

YOU

ME?

SEE

YOU

I LOVE WHEN MEN ARE

QUARTERS

ME?

HEAR

YOU

ME?

SEE

YOU

Your name will be

HE say goodbye

ethan, say goodbye

[it just seems to loop forever]

socpens stream:

HE say goodbye

NO MORE

“THIS VID IS REAL BUT NOT ALL VIDS ARE REAL”

YOU HATE THAT?!

HE say goodbye

ethan, say goodbye

Transmission end here

They’ll never get me alive. I’ll-Oh god! They’re here. Let go of ME YOU TALL MEN! NO! STOP! LET ME GO!

I LOVE WHEN MEN ARE

world

HE say goodbye

ethan, say goodbye

I want to eat

I want to see

I want

NO MORE ANY!

NO MORE!

NO MORE

“THIS VID IS REAL BUT NOT ALL VIDS ARE REAL”

WHAT ARE

They’ll never get me alive. I’ll-Oh god! They are here. Let go of ME YOU TALL MEN!

Oh my God… they’re coming to get me. They are men. They are tall. They wear party hats. They want to make me attend my final party. But it it’s not a birthday party. It’s a death party for me.

subject stated that they had

free feeds

dark deeds make for

the coolest

gotta be

life

they have no bed

that’s no world

A world

WHAT?!

he gonna say it all.

he say, well

Ethan Duff say

REMOVE TAPE NOW

MY FAVORITE!

I will name you..

REMEMBER

THERE WAS

MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!!

CAN I

MAKE FOR HAPPY MEN!

HAPPY!

HAPPY

THIS IS ALL

QUARTERS

ME?

SEE

YOU

S……

……

#deltarune #spamton #spamton sweepstakes #what the FUCK is happening #WHO THE FUCK ARE THE TALL MEN IN PARTY HATS #WHO IS THE NARRATOR??????? SPAMTON??????????#WHO IS ETHAN DUFF

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cocoanmelaninsims · 3 months

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Shaun: Wassup Leah Happy Birthday!

Fallon: What am I chopped peas?

Leah: Hey Shaun. Don’t mind Fallon. She’s just jealous.

Leah: Look who finally showed up. what kept you?

Cassie: Hello Hello,. I can see I was missed.

Leah:You still have not answered my question.

Fallon: It was... Little puppy dog Shaun was whining about you not coming.

Shaun: Yo Fallon stfu.

Fallon: Don’t shoot the messenger.

Cassandra: ...I’m gonna go get a refill.

Cassandra: Following me are you?

Shaun: Maybe... You’re hard to track

Cassandra: Well I’ll cheers to that.

Shaun: Cheers....

Shaun: Let me ask you something..

Cassandra: Make your move.

Shaun: You ever think about that New years party?

Cas: I think about a lot of things. Maybe thats one of them. But love makes you soft. I’m kind of a deep wandering soul...ya know?

Cassandra: In any case... a kiss doesn't have to mean a relationship.

Shaun: Or maybe it could. I mean why can’t it. Doors clearly open, why not walk through.

Cassandra: I could. But I guess I won’t let myself. There’s other things on my mind.

Shaun: Ok...Well It just seems like we’ve been beating around this bush for a while.

Cassie: Come on dont be such a downer...

Shaun: Alright...Fine. But you should know, doors dont stay open forever.

Cassie: I’ll keep that in mind.

Shaun: Right... Well let’s get you home before your mom kills you.

Cassandra: Shaun... you’re walking me home remember... What’s with the attitude?

Shaun Sighs

Cassie: So you’re mad at me because I won’t stroke your ego?

Shaun: I'm allowed to be annoyed that you constantly play games, Cassandra. But I'm still your friend and I dont need you to stroke my ego as you put it.

Cassandra: I'm sorry, Shaun. I just can't do this with you right now.

Shaun: You said that already. I hear you.

Shaun: I gotta go. Glad you got home safe.

Cassandra: I can’t very well let you leave like this...

Shaun: Goodbye Cassie.

S1E3

#ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 stories #black simmer #cocoanmelaninsims #ts4 roleplay #ts4 rp #black simblr #Aurorafalls #The Goths

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heartpascal · 1 year

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CHECK UNDER THE DOORMAT

(reader)

• memories - conan gray

"now i can't say, 'goodbye',

if you'll stay here the whole night,

you see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning,

over, and over again,

i promise that the ending always stays the same,

so there's no good reason in make-believing,

that we could ever exist again."

• already gone - sleeping at last

"i want you to know,

that it doesn't matter,

where we take this road,

but someone's gotta go,

and i want you to know,

you couldn't have loved me better,

but i want you to move on,

so, i'm already gone."

• requiem - laura dreyfuss, michael park, & jennifer laura thompson

"why should i have a heavy heart?

why should i start to break in pieces?

why should i go and fall apart for you?

why should i play the grieving girl and lie,

saying that i miss you,

and that my world has gone dark without your light?

i will sing no requiem tonight."

(joel)

• ghost of you - 5 seconds of summer

"so i drown it out like i always do,

dancing through our house with the ghost of you."

• somewhere only we know - keane

"oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

i'm getting old, and i need something to rely on,

so, tell me when you're gonna let me in,

i'm getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin,

and if you have a minute, why don't we go,

talk about it somewhere only we know?

this could be the end of everything."

• rescue - lauren daigle

"i will send out an army to find you,

in the middle of the darkest night,

it's true, i will rescue you."

• fourth of july - sufjan stevens

"did you get enough love, my little dove?

why do you cry?

and i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best,

though it never felt right,

my little versailles."

(tommy)

• you are enough - sleeping at last

"when we grew up, our shadows grew up too,

but they're just old ghosts that we grow attached to,

the tragic flaw is that they hide the truth,

that you're enough, you're enough, you're enough."

• talk to me - cavetown

"you don't have to be a prodigy to be unique,

you don't have to know what to say or what to think,

you don't have to be anybody you can never be,

that's alright, let it out, talk to me."

(jesse)

• open arms - jorge rivera-herrans & steven dookie

"this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,

i see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart,

so why not replace it and light up the world,

here's how to start,

greet the world with open arms."

• this side of paradise - coyote theory

"are you lonely? (are you lonely?),

our fingers dancing when we meet,

you seem so lonely (are you lonely?)."

(reader and jesse)

• better in stereo - liv & maddie

"when you say yeah, i say no,

when you say stop,

all i wanna do is go, go, go!

you,

the other half of me,

the half i'll never be,

the half that drives me crazy."

• brother - kodaline

"if i was dying on my knees,

you would be the one to rescue me,

and if you were drowned at sea,

i'd give you my lungs so you could breathe,

i've got you, brother."

HOWL!!! sobbing. heartpascal works hard but h-owlpost works HARDER. every time. i’m literally gonna scream and cry hello????

memories by conan gray: literally perfect. those EXACT lyrics are so so fitting. like r might’ve been ok eventually if joel and ellie had never come back, but now that they’re in jackson, she just can’t move on 😭

already gone: has me hollering and screaming and yelling and in pain. as well the lyrics “remember all the things we wanted, now our memories are haunted” HHHHHH this whole song is SO PERFECT HOWL STOP IT RN.

requiem: A BRAND NEW SONG FOR ME. oh my god. oh my god? i cannot articulate this one. *

i love ghost of you but my attention is stolen by somewhere only we know: I HAVE KNOWN THIS SONG FOREVER AND I DIDNT EVEN THINK. it’s so perfect. it’s too perfect. HELLO???? “i’m getting old and i need something to rely on” JOEL MY BELOVED 😭 *

rescue: oh yes. this song is so joel miller coded.

FOURTH OF JULY IS OUT OF POCKET I AM GLING TO SCREAM!!!!! *

cavetown is so so close to my heart. i cant even tell you. “it’s so dark tonight, but you’ll survive, certainly. it’s alright, come inside and talk to me” i am yelling so so loudly *

open arms is so good for jesse and r. I LOVE HOW ITS UPBEAT AND AND AND. also i think it is so reader and jesse coded with how different they are. LIKE R WOULD DEFINITELY BE MORE DEFENSIVE!!! at least at their ages rn, whilst jesse is like. dude relax 🙄 *

this side of paradise: yes. and “IF YOURE LONELY COME BE LONELY WITH ME!!!” need i say more.

BAHAHA BETTER IN STEREO IS SO THEM I LOVE IT. maybe one of my FAVOURITE CHOICES EVER. they are both menaces to each other it’s TRUE.

BROTHER: this one. this one. i love this song so much. this is them. THIS ONE. if i could choose any song it’d be this one. *

#heartpascal says #howl <3 #ok i couldn’t help myself this time #HAD TO COMMENT ON EACH SONG #THEY ARE SUCH GOOD CHOICES #I LOVE SO MANY OF THESE #AND SOME NEW ONES TOO???#AND YET THEY STILL FIT SO WELL???????#howl #i’m going to cry #also i love how every time you sign off with a different pedro pascal gif AHAHA #not the agent whiskey one #he’s so <3 #also the * are my favourites #as you can see #there’s a lot

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eadanga · 5 months

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Royal Love Part 17

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Eleanor and Marissa get out the cab and head to their dorm room. Marissa drops all her bags with a big sigh “What a flight I feel like I haven’t moved in forever”

“I know I thought I’ll be used to this by now I’ve traveled so much”

“But the baby was happy and so was your family I can’t wait to see her again”

Eleanor smiles “Me too and you post those pics right?”

Marissa does an X across her chest “Cross my heart I really don’t want the royal family coming after me”

Eleanor giggles “I don’t think my dad will do that but it’s for my security”

“I know but don’t you think Cole should know I mean you too aren’t dating yet but”

“I can’t just up and tell him without asking my dad I’ll tell him when the time comes ok?”

Marissa nods “Ok I understand”

There’s a knock on the door and Eleanor goes to open it she grins when she sees Cole “Hi there”

“Hi Marissa texted and said you were back”

Eleanor sighs “Marrissa I was hoping to surprise him”

“Oopsy” Marissa giggles “Sorry not sorry”

Eleanor rolls her eyes and Marissa laughs as she walks off “That girl”

Cole chuckles “I know so there’s a dance later this week you wanna go together?”

“Of course let’s go”

Cole grins “Great I can’t wait” He takes her hand and gives it a squeeze then walks out the door

Marissa pops her head out her room “Did he just ask you out again?”

“You were eavesdropping weren’t you?”

“Yup!” Marissa grabs her hands “Now we gotta go shopping!”

Eleanor laughs as Marissa grabs her hand and pulls her out the door.

****

Eleanor sits in at her vanity fixing her makeup she smiles at the thought of dancing with Cole

“Girl you ready?”

“Almost!” Eleanor checks herself then puts on her dress and heads to where Marissa is waiting for her “Damn you looking hot girl”

Eleanor giggles “So are you”

“Why thank you now us hotties have a dance to head to”

Eleanor laughs as Marissa struts out the door and she follows after her

The ballroom of the dance is packed with people Alyssa stands with her minions as she looks around “Where’s Cole I want him to see how beautiful I look then he’ll ask me to dance and then he’ll have to take me back” Her eyes light up when she sees Cole enter the ballroom “Oh Cole!” she walks over to him

Cole rolls his eyes “What?”

“Don’t you like my dress? It’s designer”

Cole looks at her up and down “Nice now I’m gonna”

Alyssa stands in front of him “Wait nice? That’s all you have to say?”

“Yeah goodbye” He tries to walk away again

“What’s the matter with you? You loved when I wore stuff like this?”

“Used to not anymore”

Alyssa grabs his suit by his chest “Look here we are mean to be together now stop playing around and take me back already how long are you going to hold a grudge like none of it wasn’t your fault!”

Cole raises an eyebrow “Mine?”

“Yes maybe if you paid attention to me more I wouldn’t have to find someone else!”

“So when people are dating it’s a requirement for them to be around each other 24/7? The times I didn’t spend with you was when I had to study or I had practice”

“But I’m more important!”

Cole rolls his eyes “Whatever get off of me”

“Not until you take me back!”

“Not gonna happen”

“I always get what I want Cole and if I can’t have you!” She’s cut off by a pair of hands that pull her away from him she falls to the floor “What the?”

Eleanor and Marissa stand there with their hands crossed Eleanor turns to Cole “You alright?”

Cole dusts himself off “Fine thanks for that”

Alyssa stands seething “YOU BITCH!” She lunges for Eleanor but Eleanor grabs both her hands and pin them behind her back

“Pathetic”

Marissa calls over a security guard “This girl has become unhinged I think she’s having an episode you should bring her back to her dorm”

The security guard nods and grabs Alyssa “Let’s go”

“I hate you you bitch! You’re gonna pay!”

“Yeah yeah whatever bye dumbass” After she leaves Eleanor turns to Cole “Sorry she ruined your night”

“It’s not completely ruined” Cole takes her hand “Let’s dance”

Eleanor smiles as they dance together Cole smiles as he looks deeply into her eyes “You look beautiful” then leans in

Eleanor feels her heart race as he kisses her softly then pulls away “Sorry I hope that wasn’t”

Eleanor silences him by kissing him again it feels like their the only 2 people on the dance floor

Cole smiles as he pulls away “Shall I get us some drinks?”

“Yes I need to make a phone call real fast”

Cole nods as he heads to the drink table and Eleanor ducks to the bathroom she looks to make sure no one is around and dials her dad

“Hi my princess what’s going on?”

“Dad I think” She sighs

“What is it?”

“I think I’m in love”

“Is it with the Cole guy you told me about?”

“Yes dad and…” She bites her lip before continuing “I want to tell him everything about me”

Tags: @indiacater @mfackenthal @the-soot-sprite @twinkleallnight @gkittylove99 @iaminlovewithtrr @princess-geek

#choices fanfiction #choices fan fiction #choices fandom #the royal romance #trr/trh #trr liam #choices trr #king liam #liam x mc

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misson-impossible · 2 years

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"It was always you"

(Not my GIF)

Dallon Weekes x Reader

Angst

Set in the V&V Era minus Dallon, you are the keyboardist, multi-instrumentals, and backing vocals for P!ATD.

"So yeah guys life's pretty good.." Dallon says to his phone on an insta live. You look at him tears welling up in your eyes from the statement. "Yeah its been pretty smooth these last couple weeks. Haven't had many issues popping up-"

You run out of the room into the bathroom before he could finish his statement and slam the door. You start to sob silently so Dallon doesn't hear you.

Dallon hasn't really spoken to you for a couple weeks for no apparent reason but when he did it was to be an asshole.

After you let all your tears go you walk out of the bathroom and back into the livingroom. Dallon didn't even look up as you walked by and go to your shared bedroom.

He had been your offical boyfriend for about a year and nothing like this had ever happened.

You grab a guitar off the wall and start playing chords as loud and as hard as you can in frustration. Tears start falling again.

"One moment." Dallon says to the phone and sets it down. He walks into the bedroom "Can you stop being obnoxious for once in your life?!" He says in a yell whisper so the phone doesn't pick it up. You raise your head up to him "Will once you stop."

"I could never match yours."

You throw the guitar to the side and Dallon go's back to the livingroom to continue the live "Sorry guys had to adjust something."

You grab a backpack and start throwing stuff in it. You put your guitar in its case and throw it over your back.

You walk into the livingroom and stare at Dallon. After several seconds until he looks up. He sighs "One second guys gotta take care of something."

He stands up and towers over you "Why are you so dramatic?!" He keeps his voice low.

"Me?! I'm not the one who keeps ignoring the person you said you would love forever!" You say loud.

"Its not like we're married!! We live together! I've had a lot going on!"

"I don't care you can at least tell me if you hate me!"

"Maybe we just shouldn't be together anymore.."

"What?"

"Yeah. We've grown apart. I loved you but-"

Tears start stinging your eyes and run over to the couch and throw his phone across the room "Well I mean sure! You care about random strangers more than me so fuck you Dallon! You can just go and get 45 cent jobs in an alley way that's all your worth!" You scream with tears still falling.

He looks at you shocked but then runs after his phone. A lot of his viewer left but not after commenting things like "Fuck boy" and "Dip shit.". Some of course say that your a crazy bitch and that they are single.

"Goodbye Dallon." You say between sobs. You were about to run out the door but first steal the bass he was playing on the live.

"[Y/N] wait!" He yells. You were already out the door. The bass wasn't he worry. "I'm sorry." He whispers to himself before ending the live.

---

You walk over to Brendon's apartment he shares with Spencer. You bang on the door several times loudly until one of them answers the door.

"God damn it's 10:30pm!" Brendon says before he sees its you "Oh sorry [Y/N] I- what's wrong?"

You sob "I- he-"

Brendon takes you into the apartment and hugs you "Tell me later."

Spencer walks out of his room to see what happened "Whats going on?"

You just break out in more sobs. Spencer puts his hands up and doesn't speak again. Brendon puts his hand on the back of your head so your head is in the crook of his neck "Its gonna be ok..". He rubs your back.

"We have a third room you can stay in if you need it."

You nod. "Dallon-" you say and that's all you get out before getting into a sobbing mess again. Brendon hugs you again and leads you to the room.

"Whats with the bass?" Brendon asks. You shake your head and put all your stuff on the bed "Thank you." You say with a voice crack. Brendon nods "No problem. Tell me what happened in the morning?"

You nod.

~The next day~

You get up and look at your phone just to see a picture of Dallon as your lockscreen followed with several texts from him. You block him as tears start welling back up.

You walk into the living corridors where Brendon and Spencer sit. "Morning!" Brendon says in a happy tone. You continue to walk but hold your hand out as a wave.

You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. "No wonder Dallon broke hated you." You say soft and tears well up again. You shake your head "No.. he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve this face, this personality." You try to make your self cheer up. You force smile and wipe tears so Brendon and Spencer don't have to see you in that state.

After you get your self together you walk about and go to a recliner silently.

Brendon and Spencer look at eachother awkwardly.

"What happened honey?" Brendon says sweet and calmly.

You wipe your eyes again "Dallon hasn't been talking to me much for weeks and we finally broke. He said he's glad he's not me and that we've grown apart. He cares more about random strangers than me anyway. He hates me." You start crying again.

"He doesn't hate you, if he doesn't know what he had. He didn't deserve you anyway." Spencer says to cheer you up. You nod wipe your eyes "Thank you." You say softly.

"We can go over there and get some of your stuff." Brendon says. You shake your head eagerly. "We can go in." Spencer responds to your disapproval. "No you don't have to do that." You say assuring him.

"No we have no problem doing anything for you."

"We can go now even." Brendon responds. Spencer nods.

~At Dallon's house~

Brendon knocks on the door. Dallon answers after a few seconds. Dallon's eyes were puffy from crying. "Hell are you crying?" Brendon asks pushing past him. "[Y/N]?" Dallon says hoping you were with them. "She's not here. Why would she want go see you anyway." Spencer says before walking past him and follows Brendon.

Brendon start just putting a bunch of stuff in a bag. Dallon watches "Tell her I'm sorry. It's been a lot these last few weeks I didn't know how bad it had impacted her." He says and starts crying again.

He and Brendon do the 'bro hug' thing "Will do.".

~Back at the apartment~

You are sitting in your room hugging the bass. Brendon sees you doing that and is immediately saddened after seeing both of you. "Dallon says he's sorry." He's says handing you the stuff. "Sure he is." You mumble under your breath.

~Weeks later~

You've been living with Brendon and Spencer. You haven't really had many things career wise you've had to do so it's been pretty chillatious. Brendon and Spencer have took care of you and made sure you ate.

Before Ryan and Jon left they had asked you if you would go to their new band. You considered it but ultimately declined after you saw the impact the split had on Brendon and Spencer. You were glad you stayed in Panic! now.

Today you have an acoustic performance for a radio station. These were always fun...

You only had to do backing vocals as Brendon would cover the acoustic guitar part.

You get to the stations set up and sit silently. "You sure you can do this?" Spencer asks quietly. "Yeah.. it's not like I'm dying. Only inside." You respond. Spencer nods.

You and Brendon were going to duet the songs. The station gave you the list of songs There were five of them and they went straight through you. "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off", "Northern Downpour", "When The Day Met The Night", "New Perspective", and of course "I Write Sins Not Tragedies".

"Can I do this?" you asked yourself. Well you were gonna find out.

You sang all the songs in duet form and as soon as you were done with the last song you stood up and just walked away before anything else could happen.

~Dallons POV~

Dallon saw the performance in his YouTube feed. He held back tears as soon as he saw you. You didn't look as full of life.

The first song was I Write Sins. You and Brendon did the face to face thing which Dallon always laughed at but not this time. The song didn't really get to him, hearing your voice did. The next one however it was different.

It was Lying Is The Most Fun. You looked straight at the camera when you sang "You know it will always be me." It was as if you have sang it straight to him. Dallon had tears falling.

Then there was Northern Downpour. That song is just sad in general but him hearing it come out of your mouth after what happened made it sadder.

Then you sang New Perspective. Dallon felt every word go straight through his heart especially when you sang "Who cares divine intervention I wanna be praised from a new perspective but leaving now would be a good idea so catch me up I'm getting out of here."

Last was When The Day Met The Night. It was like the story of the both of you and Dallon so hearing you sing it he lost it and started sobbing again.

He sees you leave the set as soon as you finish singing and has an idea why. Him.

~Your perspective~

You sit backstage wiping your eyes before tears fell.

Brendon and Spencer came back to you as fast as they could. "It was like the whole set was about Dallon!" You sobbed. Spencer hugs you "Its ok. It'll be alright." He rubs your back as you sob.

You walk out to the car Spencer and Brendon guarding you from pictures as you were embarrassed about the entire situation.

You get to the car and sit in the back seat.

"So [Y/N].." Brendon says driving.

"What!" You yell not wanting to speak.

"See its that time of the month.." He mumbles under his breath to Spencer not expecting you to hear it.

Spencer chuckles.

"You asshole! I can be mad any day of the damn month!"

Brendon and Spencer tense up as you yell at them.

"Brendon have you even had a girl long enough to know what happens? How did they even get it through both of your bone heads?! You both can preform but you're both dumb as fuck! Do you even want me living with you? Dumb fucks I could take you both in a fight any day! Pull over lets go right now!"

"Me and Spencer are going to this performance thing at a bar tonight. Come with us?" Brendon says trying to de-escalate the situation to prevent homicide or even more distracted driving.

"No." You yell back "Why would I want to that that would be rather embarrassing going out in a public bar with you both!"

Brendon looks at Spencer not knowing what to say. Spencer motions in a way to say I don't know. Brendon motions back that he doesn't know and to say something.

"Oh yes you are." Spencer says "You need to get out and around. You can't stay locked up forever. We could be like you dads?"

"What the fuck?" Brendon mouths theatrically to Spencer.

"I don't know?!" He mouthes back in the sane fashion.

You don't respond.

As soon as you pull up you storm passed them both and into the apartment.

~Later, at the bar~

Spencer and Brendon drug you out of the apartemnt and to the bar bit not without a fight.

You follow either of them around just depending on where they go.

About an hour later the music begins. You watch in admiration for some of them and really enjoy it until you hear oh so familiar names.

"Next up we have Dallon Weekes and Ryan Seaman!" The announcer says.

You start to walk toward the door but Brendon catches you "No. You have to listen."

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

He drags you back to Spencer fighting you

"Your not my dad!" You yell.

"Yes I am!" Brendon realizes what he said to late "I take that back Im your brother figure!"

"I don't care!"

Brendon eventually drags you back before it starts.

"Hey so I'm Dallon Weekes and we are gonna be singing a song my friend wrote called "Always". I'm also dedicating this to a girl that probably wants to set my house of fire and murder me so yeah go's like this."

You look at Brendon and Spencer and then back to Dallon. You try to tip toe away but Brendon and Spencer have their eyes on you.

When you actually listened you could feel the emotion in every lyric he sang. After the first chorus tears started to form. Did he still love you? That's all you wanted.

The performance felt so genuine and you just wanted to give him a hug and tell him it's all better now.

After he finishes he walks off. He didn't see you. Brendon and Spencer lead you back stage where Dallon was on his phone.

There were tears in his eyes as well as yours. You immediately ran up to him and started hugging him. "[Y/N]?!" He said exicted and immediately returned the hug. "Yeah!" You say with tears running down your face. You continue to hug and tear up for several moments.

"I didn't think you'd ever forgive me." Dallon admitted.

"I didn't think I ever would when it happened."

Dallon wipes your tears away "I was going through a lot and regretted everything Insaid immediately. I'm so so so sorry I didn't mean anything said or that I called you. I don't think I could ever get tired of you."

"I don't care." You say and kiss him and wipe his tears.

When you turned around Brendon and Spencer were already gone.

"Can I come back." You say and start tearing up again.

"You shouldn't ever have to ask that baby. Yes, you are always aloud its your house too."

You smile "I love you."

Dallon smiles back "I love you too."

You and Dallon walk back into to the audience area close together. You find Brendon and Spencer and they are happy with the outcome.

After you get all your stuff from the apartment you go home with Dallon and finally get to sleep in your bed.

"It was always you." Dallon whispers to you thinking you were asleep. You were glad you go to here those four words coming from the love of your life.

This ending sucks that's all I've got say. This was also really long so.

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fanficwriter284 · 2 years

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Breathing

This took forever, so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think. This is to make up for the lack of stories I had today.

The ringing in his ears grew louder as his vision died out and transitioned into darkness. He was numb from the pain. He heard faint screams in the background but in all honesty, he really didn't care. All he wanted to do was lay on the concrete. His breathing grew heavier and heavier with less frequent breaths. Eventually, he let the darkness take him, and the pain went away for the time being.

Tiffany had found him laying there. His body was limp and beaten the only to prove he was alive was his faint breaths. Tiffany screamed and cried. She immediately called 911 and waited for the ambulance to arrive. She didn't know if he was gonna make it through the night in his severe condition. They finally arrived and took him in putting him on a stretcher. Tiffany hopped in the vehicle as well and stayed by his side. They rushed him to the hospital and took him to emergency care, leaving Tiffany in the waiting room. She remembered the twins were home still asleep, so she decided to call a friend to go check up on them.

"Hey, Mary. Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you at this hour. Sorry, but I was wondering if you could go to our house and stay there for a bit and watch the twins. Chucky and I are in the ER right now. You will? Thank you! The key is buried underneath the plant on the side of the door."

Tiffany hung up the phone, her hand still shaking. She waited there for about 5 hours. Her worry for her husband grew each hour keeping her awake.

"Mrs. Ray?"

"YES! That's me! Is he ok?"

"He's unconscious but stable. His injuries are severe but we think he's gonna pull through for tonight"

Tiffany sighed in relief and wiped away a tear on her face.

"Is it alright if I see him?"

"He's not conscious currently but I don't see why not. This way"

She followed the nurse to her husband's room and froze at the sight of him.

"I'll leave you two be"

"Oh Chucky"

Tiffany approached his bed. He looked so lifeless, he had an IV in his hand and tubes in his nose. She stayed at his bedside and listened to the beeping coming from the machine. Normally Chucky would complain about the noise about how loud it was but instead, he was silent only his breathing was audible. She stayed with him for about another hour and had to force herself to leave.

"Bye Chucky. I'll be back soon. I love you"

"......................."

Tiffany shed a tear and left closing the door behind her. He went back home and was greeted by her kids swarming her with questions.

"Thank you for watching them. I hope they weren't any trouble"

"No, No problem at all"

She pulled Tiffany to the side and asked him about how Chucky was doing.

"He's stable"

"That's good. Well, I gotta start heading home to my husband. Let us know how he's doing further down the line."

"Yeah, I will. Bye Mary Ellen. Take care and thanks again"

She left giving the twins a wave goodbye and left.

"MOM! MOM! MOM! Where did you go?"

"Where did you head off too?"

"And where's Dad?"

"Uh. I'll tell you two later. I need to head back to sleep"

She didn't wanna tell them what had happened that night. Tiffany headed to her room and cried to sleep.

A few hours later, she woke up from her sleep. She went back downstairs to find the twins watching Spongebob and laughing along with the episode. She made lunch and told the two of them to set the table. She set the bowls of soup down and the three of them sat down. They all noticed the empty seat at the table.

"Mom.......Where's Dad?"

"Where is he?"

Tiffany froze and remember the horrific state he was in.

"Uhh. Your Dad.....Well.....He. Your Dad's in the hospital right now."

"W---W----What"

"W---What"

"WHY!"

"He got into a fight and he got hurt pretty bad."

"How long is he gonna be gone?"

"I---I---I don't"

The twins sighed and felt tears form in their eyes.

A WEEK LATER

Glenda had become sad and more temperamental and closed off. Glen on the other had become clingy and never left Tiffany's side.

"Glenda, honey you need to eat."

"And Dad needs to be home," He said crossing her arms.

"Glenda, I know you miss your Dad but----"

"WHEN'S HE COMING HOME!!!??"

"Glenda----"

Glenda had tears running down her face she couldn't hold them in anymore.

"I WANT MY DAD BACK!!! I WANT MY DAD!!! I WANT MY DADDY!!! I WANT HIM HOME!!!"

Glen also began to cry and hugged his mom tight.

"Hey, it's ok. Your Dad's a fighter. He'll come home soon"

Tiffany pulled both her kids in close and hugged them tightly. Tiffany also cried a bit, she deeply missed him. She missed all his smartass remarks and his presence. She hated sleeping in her bed next to an empty spot where he was supposed to be.

A Few Days Later

The hospital called and they cleared Chucky for returning home. He had woken up and was well enough to return home. Tiffany rushed over and went to pick up Chucky. Mary Ellen watched the kids once again while Tiffany went to bring Chucky home.

"So you guys excited to see your Dad?"

"YEAH!"

"YES!"

Tiffany pulled up to Chucky's room and opened the door to his room.

"Tiff!!??"

"CHUCKY!!!"

Tiffany ran over and hugged him.

"Ow. Careful Tiff. Don't break me. Haha"

"Sorry Sweetface"

"Nah you're good."

Chucky had a broken leg and a few broken ribs. His lip was busted a bit and the bruises on him healed.

"I missed you so much. You had me really worried"

"Sorry. And yeah I missed you two"

She kissed him for a while and let their heads touch.

"Tiff, can you pass me my crutches?"

"Sure, here"

"Thanks Babe"

The two of them got in the car and drove home. On the way there they chatted, about how life was when he was gone.

"So how have the kids been?"

"They took it pretty hard. Especially Glenda."

"Hm"

They finally arrived, home. Chucky grabbed his crutched and made his way out. He stood in front of their house. Home Sweet Home. They two went inside, the kids were upstairs playing with Mary Ellen. Mary Ellen came down stairs and say the two of them.

"Glad to see you back on your feet Chucky. Or should I saw foot?"

"Thanks, Mary. And Thanks for watching the twins"

"It was my pleasure."

She left the house and went home.

Chucky decided to go hide in the corner and wait for the twins to come downstairs.

"KIDS!!! Come downstairs!"

She heard pounding footsteps come down stairs.

"WHERE'S DAD?!!!"

"WHERE IS HE???!!!"

"Kids, your Dad needs another week in the hospital"

"WHAT"

"NOOOO!!!"

Chucky quietly snuck his way behind them and stood behind the two of them.

"Wow, you two really did miss me huh?"

"DAD!!!"

"DADDY!!!!"

They both lunged into him and cried.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"

"I MISSED YOU DAD!"

"I missed you too kids"

"DON'T EVER LEAVE US AGAIN!"

Chucky held them both close.

"I won't I promise"

#Chiffany #chucky #chiffany #childs play #charles lee ray #raysforever #tiffany valentine #chucky x tiffany #glen and glenda #chuckyxtiffany #Glen Ray #Glenda Ray #glen ray #glenda ray

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mymarifae · 2 years

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i am so glad you don't seem to be an angst writer because you are so good at invoking emotions ur akitoya fic is so sweet and good and OW my heart T o T.... (/pos) angst from u would leave me sobbing on my floor fr 3 days (id still read it love ur writing it's so good(

THANK YOUFJDSBVGJDFNJBSJ i'm just so glad everyone likes what i'm making :') like. AGH i don't have enough words to describe it which is ironic but it just...makes my heart happy. shit's been bad lately but it's encouraging to know that my art can make a difference in someone's life. like, ah, i gotta stick around then - i'm the only one who can create art this specific way, after all. but it's funny you bring up the angst thing because yeah, i'm pretty averse to creating sad content. i don't mind tackling sad themes but i'm too in love with joy and silliness and happy endings. but funnily enough,

i've been tinkering with a concept. like ok... what happens when the kiddos grow up? when they mature and figure things out and start the rest of their lives? college, careers, marriage, families, achieving their dreams or changing them (for an example of what i mean by that: in the case of VBS, i see them sticking together forever but i very honestly think that as they grow up, RAD WEEKEND stops being something to surpass. they don't need to live up to anything. they're their own group, making their own history. ...and i think all 4 of them begin discovering interests outside of music; because they all spent like all of high school not really giving anything else a chance... it'll always be a part of them, but they realize there's more to life)

how long can SEKAI keep up with these changes? (in the street SEKAI, the RAD WEEKEND flyers are the first things to fade.) how long until it's time to say goodbye? i imagine these are questions that have been asked before but i have my own answers to them so. here we go.

#yeah um. it's not going to be as fucking silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i've got the akitoya fic to finish first and then i'd like to take on a small series where like.#yknow how airi got to meet her younger self...i really like that concept. i want to apply it to (hopefully) everyone else #meeting their younger selves for that closure.......and/or the person they're closest to meeting that younger self.#to bring them even closer and help them understand each other more etc etc etc. and then i'll tackle byebye to sekai (placeholder)#and i'll probably cry but whatever.#mailbox

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marvelcrackhead · 2 years

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Just the two of us PART I

FONTS

Flashbacks

Present

Author’s notes

Anthony POV

“ tony? darling, why are you still up? “ Gracie, my Gracie laughed, although she was half asleep so her voice was quite hoarse, It was currently 2: 50 am in the morning, and I had a report to write for the new case I was working on.

“ I just have to finish this report and I’ll go to bed love, “I said, suddenly I felt arms wrap around my chest, and I leaned into her touch, smiling. “ Anthony James Campbell, go back to bed right now, “ she said, pretending to look mad . “ hmm…no, “I said, “ did you hear that my heart ? your daddy doesn’t love us anymore, “ she said, rubbing her swollen belly, I got up and hugged her. “I could never stop loving you … and our unborn child “I murmured, kissing her forehead, and kneeling to kiss her stomach, “ what would you like them to be? “ she whispered, running her fingers through my hair.

“I am content with anything, a princess or a prince, I will love them no matter what “I sighed, leaning my forehead on her belly, she grabbed my hand and placed it below her belly button, “ can you feel that ? they love you too my love “, I chuckled nuzzling my nose onto her stomach, feeling the kicks of our child. “ I can’t wait... “I whispered, “ bed ? “ she asked, “ mhm “, getting up, I let her lead me towards our bedroom, removing my shirt, I laid down beside her, bringing her close to my chest.

“I love you, Gracie, always and forever “

“ and I, you Anthony James. “

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, 6:30 am, looking to my right, the empty spot tightens my chest, today is the day we move, me and harry. I quickly get up and put on a navy blue knit sweater, pairing it with some black trousers, knocking on my son’s door, I slowly open it to see my 4-year-old still asleep, his hair a curly mess, just like his mother when she woke up.

“ Harry…buddy wake up, “I said, tapping his shoulder, “ mmm..no papa, “ he said turning the other way, I sigh, and smirk as I start tickling him, he squeals, and I grab him by the waist. Nuzzling his small head into my neck, he mumbles, “ morning papa “, “ good morning to you too my prince “I chuckle . “ do you remember what day today is buddy? “I ask him, “ don !! “ he says, looking at me, “ that’s right, we’re moving to London today “I laugh, “ so you gotta help papa and be a good boy ok ?“, “ yes ! “ he squeals, throwing his hands in the air, “ that’s my harry, “I said ruffling his hair, harry squirmed his tiny body, trying to get down, and so I put him down. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed a hairbrush, “ bwush ? “ he said, giving it to me, “ alright, c’mere “I said patting his bed, the 4-year-old sat down, and I grabbed the brush, combining his hair, “ there we go, handsome as ever, just like you’re father “I said, grinning.

3RD PERSON POV

And so Anthony changed harry out of his night clothes, changing him into a more appropriate outfit, a sweater with little dinosaurs knitted on it, along with some brown trousers, and a blouson jacket to keep him warm.

Since he had already made the moving company place most of his furniture and belongings into their new flat, they didn’t have any pans, plates, or cutlery left in the house to make or eat some breakfast, the only thing left in the house was their beds, and harry’s toys, and their dog muffin’s belongings, the bed was going to get picked up by the moving truck, and the rest in their car.

Before driving to London, they ate some breakfast at their local diner.

ANTHONY POV

I stared at my son as he ate his omelets, debating whether I should ask him or not, “ Harry? “I eventually said, the boy looked up at me, with the same baby blue eyes I have, “ do you want to go to momma’s and say goodbye? “I asked, “ mhm ! “ he smiled, “ wanna give momma bye byes, “ he said.

“ Alright then, c’mon “, he reaches for me as I carry him, I pay the cashier and leave the diner, placing Harry in the back, on his baby car seat. As I drove, I turned on some music Harry liked, Chiquitita by abba, although harry sounds like an animal trying to speak English, I would never admit that, in my opinion, it was wholesome how he inherited his love for music from both me and Gracie, I hum along to the song, and as it ends, we were already at the gate of the graveyard.

I carry harry to Gracie’s tomb, putting him down once we got there, “ say hi buddy “ I whisper, trying my best not to crack my voice in front of my son, “ Hi momma “ Harry says softly, Hugging my leg, I sit down, putting Harry on my lap, “ hello darling... today's the day, we're moving to London. “ I sigh, “ I wish you were here Grace, I don't know how to handle this little monster without you “ I smile, “ Hey! Harry no monster “ harry pouts, I laugh and push back his hair, kissing his temple, “ he’s exactly like you Gracie... I promise to raise him the way you would've wanted me to “ I murmur, kissing my fingers, I placed them on the tomb, “ I love you, Gracie, always and forever. “.

“ say bye harry, “ I say, “ Bye bye momma, I love you . “ he said, hugging my neck.

We get up and get in the car, “ Hi muffin “ Harry squeals, playing with the dog.

Looking back one last time, I sigh, smiling softly.

Next stop, London.

A/N

This was very short, lol I promise to write more next time :) .

#tom hiddleston #lily james #loki #fanfiction #tom hiddleston x reader #just the two of us #benedict cumberbatch #fanfic #eddie redmayne #England #I'm regretting everything rn #don't worry I'm miserable too #thanks Grammarly #lmao

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mlobsters · 28 days

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supernatural s15e10 the heroes' journey (w. andrew dabb)

clair de lune during an action sequence, not the most original but still a good one. monster death match making me think of altered carbon (mentioned matt frewer in the role that ran the monsters-but-actually-modified-people cage matches, no less, when he was in spn) and dude in thick glasses at the match in shadow making me think of blade runner

s15e10 / altered carbon s1e6 / blade runner (1982)

samuel. oven mitts, pot holders, a towel. literally, anything. and 2019 best pie magazine winner on that "delicious pies" magazine

feel like we're reliving bad day at black rock

SAM That’s the card Charlie hacked for us, the one – DEAN Yeah, the one that’s supposed to be our “no more hustling, always working” Golden Ticket.

(cheap) answer to the long standing question of what they've been doing for money, but okay

always thought garth's role was gonna be bigger, just because i saw him mentioned in fandom periodically. only in 6 episodes though. (imagine eileen is around the same number?)

DEAN You know, I gotta say, aside from pincushion in there… this is pretty nice. GARTH Yeah, better than I ever thought I’d get. I mean, hunting – I figured I’d be dead before I’m 40. You know, go out young and pretty. But now I’ve got a great wife, great kids. I guess...sometimes things work out. DEAN Yeah, sometimes. Good, man. You deserve it. You do.

sometimes things work out, just not for our guys

hijinks with sam drinking a cayenne cure-all and dean being forced to accept dental work from garth sure is something. bit more like old school spn humor that i didn't mesh with. but jackles sure loves to ham it up.

...ok. that felt like it lasted forever. it was fine but this episode is ... something. was letting jackles dance on the bucket list and this was the best thing they could think of? or was the extended dancing just part of dabb's ✨vision✨

SAM What do you mean? GARTH I mean, apparently Dean’s never been to a dentist before, and suddenly he got a mouthful of cavities, you’re sick, and your car is broken down. Who did you guys piss off? SAM God.

that was cute

GARTH Oh, no, no, no. I want to be the guest star. Being the hero sucks. I mean, sure, you’ll probably win eventually, but until you do, your life blows. Your parents get gunned down in an alleyway. Your home planet gets blown up. You, uh, interview this good-looking rich guy, and it doesn’t go well, so he shows up at the hardware store where you work, and, man, it starts to get, you know... BESS It’s from, uh – We love “Fifty Shades.” GARTH Yeah, we do. SAM Who's the hero in that?

come now, sam

GARTH Exactly. See, the hero never sweats the small stuff. It slows down the story. SAM So, then, what happened? Chuck...downgraded us? GARTH Maybe, yeah. And now you’re – DEAN [muffled] Cursed. GARTH No – normal. For the first time in your lives, you’re having normal-people problems.

getting very meta and feeling clever again i see

SAM So help us. Please. BRAD Wow. I mean, wow. With the furrowed brow and the puppy eyes – did you see that? That never actually works for you, does it?

uh huh. and the meta shade again

DEAN Hey, look, just because God yanked the magic horseshoe out of our ass or whatever doesn’t mean that we’re gonna give up. This is our job. It’s what we do. And, yeah, it might be a little harder right now, but so what?

could very much do without an extended scene of dean getting sick.

ok....

LOL this is a new variation of the mushy music theme. i just laughed. and the speech sounds like it was cribbed from a bad action movie. but guess sammy was with it

this slapstick fight with the big vamp in the parking lot... also something.

DEAN This Cass keeps looking at me weird. SAM So kind of like the real Cass.

sam cracking himself up. this is an excellent face from the baby

that was a nice goodbye to garth at the end, at least. i think they've used werewolves in london before right? ok yes, 10x04 (oh god the crooked sunglasses on jared during their "we time" but also a season's worth of clear communication between sam and dean)

GARTH Not sure. The guy who told me said it was in Alaska, on the road between Barrow and Kotzebue. He said, “You’ll know it when you see it,” whatever that means.

sure hope they plan on flying because that's a long ass drive, even by their standards. and utqiagvik (formerly barrow) is literally the northern most city in alaska/the us. at one point there was a chance my dad could take a job in deadhorse alaska when i was a kid (but we ended up in phoenix instead) which is also extremely far north

that sure was an episode. not my kind of episode, but it didn't make me extremely irritated like the previous ep so i guess i'll take the win

ok well being the still on the wiki made me smile, love me some babies and looks like both sams were having a good time

When Dean gives Sam his speech about the two of them kicking ass in the fight, a slightly off-key version of the track "Americana" (also known as "Dean's Family Dedication Theme") plays behind his words.

who calls it that??? should they add that i call it the spn mushy music theme :P in the 15x03 wiki entry, they alternately call it "Winchester Family Theme"

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x10 #spn clip #spn mushy music #spn musical score #jay gruska #andrew dabb

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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A clingy dad's girl

Summary: your daughter is huge dad's girl and She can't go long without Chris. She's not a fan when he's about to leave for work for a long time and she shows it.

Genre: angst

Warning: crying, Chris dadd(ing)

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission.

Comment and reblogs welcome

There was no lie when you say your daughter was a huge daddy's girl. She loved him to death, needed him more than she needed anyone or anything.

It sure started off before she was born. Chris talk to her before she was born, telling her about his day. Whenever she heard his voice she kicked a ton.

When she was born Chris was the first to hold her. He cried when he saw his little peanut and he knew from that moment she was his world.

As she grew up she grew more and more Into a Daddy's girl. She followed him around everywhere, did everything with him which basically defined a daddy's girl. Chris loved it, but sometimes it was hard.

The sound of your daughter crying ringed through the house. She was crying for a reason you and Chris couldn't figure out ever since she woke up that morning.

You tried your best to comfort her and stop her crying but it wouldn't help. She keep running to Chris asking for him to hold her.

"you sure you can take care of her?" You pulled your coat on, grabbing your purse. "Yeah I got her." Chris rubbed Sofia's back as she rested her head against his shoulder, little sniffles leaving her mouth.

"alright." You leaned over and gave Chris a kiss as well as Sofia. "I'll see you two later. I love you."

You opened the front door and walked out to your car. You started it and pulled out of the driveway. Before you left you waved goodbye one more time before you went off to work.

When your car was no longer in eye view for Chris he shut the door. "Ok Sofia, What's wrong baby?"

Sofia lifted her head, her eyes where filled with tears and her face had streaks off previous tears on them. It broke Chris' heart, he just wants her to feel better.

"alright let's go sit down."

Chris walked out of the foyer to the living room. He tried to sit Sofia down on the couch but she started to cry and kick her legs as he did. A sigh fell from his lips as he sat down while holding her.

Chris Flipped on a kids show Hoping it would calm her down and maybe put her to sleep. For 30 minutes he stayed like that, he thought Sofia had fell asleep in those 30 minutes.

He pulled her off of his lap in hopes to at least go to the bathroom. Sofia wasn't asleep though, as soon as he got up she began to cry.

"no daddy." She clung onto his arms not letting him go anywhere. Chris turned to the toddler. "Sofia I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute."

"noo!" Sofia wailed out as she tugged at his arm. Chris gave in and returned to his place on the couch and picked up Sofia. He placed the sniffling child back on his lap and began to comfort her.

"what's wrong with you today? What happened to my happy girl." Chris mumbled out. Sofia mumbled a few words of her own but Chris didn't hear her. "What you say sof?"

"I don't want you to leave

Chris sighed as he noticed what she meant. He had to go to work in a few weeks leaving Sofia here alone.

"hey Sofia, daddy's going to come back. You don't have to cry." Chris voice was soft as he spoke to her. He really wanted her to know he wasn't leaving her forever.

"I know, but you take forewer." she pulled away and looked up at Chris with a pouting lip.

"I know it seems like forever Sofia, but it's going to go bye before you know it. And I'm going to call you a video chat with you all the time so don't worry besides you have me for the next two weeks so don't worry about it ok."

"otay." Sofia placed her head back onto Chris' chest, she let out an over exaggerated sigh causing Chris to laugh.

"ok, can I go to the bathroom now?" Sofia lifted. "Uh ok, but can we have ice when you come back? Peas?"

Sofia gave Chris those convincing puppy eyes she always gave. "Yes, but we can't tell mommy now let me go to the bathroom."

He ran off leaving Sofia who was now smiling happily on the couch.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagines #dad! chris evans #domestic Chris

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lovetorn · 3 years

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soccer game [roommate!dream au]

pairing: dream x f!reader

summary: roommate!dream watches your college soccer game

w/c: 1.3k+

a/n: turning this into a mini blurb series maybe? if people want it? lmk guys!! enjoy this :)

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Is he here?” Your best friend, Niki, asks. You shake your head, looking at the bleachers, unable to spot your 6’3” roommate, Dream.

“He probably won’t even come. I only mentioned it last night and I heard Sapnap telling him they had plans with the team today, so I don’t know,” You say, tightening the laces of your soccer boots. You ignore the looks Niki gives you.

Your coach clears his throat and after he catches the attention of the rest of the team, he begins.

“Ok, this is our biggest game of the season. We have to win,” He says and there are multiple cheers from your teammates in reply.

He reads out the team list and soon enough, the referee is blowing his whistle. You stand from your spot in the team circle and shield your eyes from the sun to try and search the crowd for Dream. With no luck, you sigh and run onto the field to take your position.

You look over your team, clad in black and white, and then over to the other team who are in red. The first half goes by fairly quickly, despite it being 45 minutes long. The score is 9-7 to the other team and your teammates are starting to get annoyed by their dirty plays.

As you run off the field, you hear someone call your name. You turn to the right and see Dream, dressed in a white hoodie, black jeans, and socks and slides. You roll your eyes at his choice of footwear and grab your water bottle before you jog over to him. Breathing heavily, you stop in front of him.

“You came!” You exclaim, smiling brightly at him, ignoring the way your chest warms at the sight of Dream wearing your team’s colours. Dream nods, his hair falling in his eyes. You almost reach up and brush it to the side but he beats you to it.

“I did! The plans with the team fell through and there was nothing to do so, here I am,” He smiles. The idea that you were a second option makes your stomach flip, but he’s here. You smile up at him, your hand moving to rest on your forehead to block out the setting winter sun.

“Well, thanks for coming—I know it’s not as exciting as your team,” You take a sip of your water bottle. “But at least you actually came”

“And you’re actually pretty alright at soccer,” Dream teases, flicking your forehead. You scrunch up your nose and slap his hand away.

“Yeah, thanks.” You joke, swinging your arm that holds your bottle, back and forth.

Dream laughs. “No! I didn’t mean it sarcastically—I knew you were good at this but—ugh.” His head lands in his palms and you squint at him. The tips of his ears are red and when he pulls his face away, his cheeks are tinted pink. You choose not to comment.

“I got it, Dream,” You laugh, taking a few steps backwards. “Listen, I gotta go...” You throw your thumb over your shoulder.

“Yes! Sorry. See you after the game?” He asks as you turn around, giving him a thumbs-up behind you. Your gaze drops to your boots as you return to your team who are all standing, ready for the whistle.

“Whose that?” A girl in your team asks, pointing at Dream’s retreating figure. You turn to look back at him, your eyes following his broad shoulders.

“My roommate.”

“Is he single?” She giggles.

You nearly choke, but scoff and laugh it off. “Very.” You don’t miss the way she shares a look with another girl and the pair start giggling together.

You brush off the odd feeling in your chest and glance over your shoulder until you find the blonde again. He sits in the middle of the bleachers, his hands on his knees and his gaze on you. Your eyes widen and you face your team again. You suddenly feel self-conscious in your uniform and start noticing all the areas that are slightly too tight. Pulling at your shorts, you place your water bottle back with your bag and rejoin the team before the referee blows his whistle indicating the second half.

You exhale slowly, ready for the next 45 minutes of intense gameplay. Taking your position on the field, your eyes fall in the direction of Dream. You nearly miss the sound of the starting whistle and the other team kicking off.

Sprinting up the field, you take the ball off of a blonde girl in red and dribble it towards the goal. You pass it across the middle and Niki kicks it at the goal. Although, the goalie is too quick and stops it before it can hit the back of the net. You groan and look at the sky.

You jog backwards to watch the goalie kick the ball into the air and feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately become hyper-aware of them. Dream’s gaze is distracting—but nonetheless, you run up the field, again, and call for the ball before kicking it into the net. This time, the goal lands and the referee blows his whistle to mark a goal. Your eyes widen and you throw your arms in the air, laughing. Your teammates run towards you, giving you high-fives and side hugs, before moving back into their starting positions.

You stop yourself from glancing at Dream, but you’re too excited. Your eyes meet his and you notice his bright smile. He gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes playfully, grinning back at him. The vibrancy of green eyes watching your every move keeps you on your toes.

The game continues like this for a while—your team scoring goal after goal and only letting in 2 from the other team. The game rolls to a close and you’re exhausted. Your coach subbed you off in the middle of the half and then put you back on with 10 minutes left—which is when you scored your second goal of the game. The adrenaline that coursed through your veins is wearing off now and the full extent of your tiredness is hitting you.

The whistle is blown to signal the end of the game and then you’re cheering again. 14-11 to your team.

After celebrating with your team, most of the crowd had dispersed from the bleachers and the other team left. You grab your bag and water bottle from its spot on the ground next to the bench and laugh at something Niki says.

You hear your name, deep and loud, and lift your head to see Dream, again. You bid Niki goodbye and make your way towards the blonde.

“Why are you still here?” You laugh, falling into step beside him. You notice he's walking towards the car park.

Dream digs around in his pocket before he replies. “Need a lift home?” He smiles, dangling his keys next to his head.

You giggle and nod, shoving him lightly. "I would love one." His hoodie under your fingertips is worn, and the intention behind him wearing it causes your heart to race slightly.

“Did you like the game? I know it drags on forever and it’s boring at times but—”

Dream mumbles your name. “I really enjoyed it, it was fun,” He then says, his face dusted pink. “And you were really good.”

You almost don’t hear the last part, but as soon as you catch it, you feel your cheeks heat up. “Oh, uh, thanks, Dream.”

The silence that hangs in the air is comfortable, but an underlying vehemence leaves your head buzzing and your skin on fire.

"Maybe I'm your lucky charm," He grins cheekily, his voice back to usual with a hint of cockiness. "Since you only scored goals when I was there."

You roll your eyes. "Shut up."

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