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fkinavocado · 2 years

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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 23 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 24 (Word count: 3.5k)

About a week had passed and you still felt like you were in a haze. Everything Niall had landed on you felt so heavy on your shoulders, you could hardly straighten your spine enough to serve tables at the diner properly.

You couldn’t stop it from replaying in your head. Over and over. All he’d said about Harry and how he’s coping... Or not coping. The way he picks up random fights at bars just to… feel something. Especially considering his past with violence, it was breaking your heart all over again.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around how this could have happened. You never once expected such an outcome, never even considered it. Sure, you knew Harry would be heartbroken, but he was a mature man that could understand your reasoning, surely? He must’ve known you ran so that he didn’t have to make that awful choice between you and his daughter. Surely he knew that had you tried to talk to him about it, he would’ve been totally against it- and what would that have solved? Nothing. You did it for him, so that he didn’t have to. Surely he knew that… right?

Apparently not, based on what Niall had told you. It sure didn’t seem like Harry was at peace with your decision. In fact, it seemed like he didn’t understand it one bit.

Did he hate you?

If he didn’t hate you yet, he surely was going to when he’d lose the trial to your awful family. He had no way of knowing Niall had found you and pleaded for you to take the stand, but still, you were important to the outcome (as far as he was concerned, though you had your doubts), and you were the reason he was in this mess to begin with- you and your family. Niall had told you he’d not be telling Harry about meeting with you, but could you really trust him?

You heart skipped a beat at that, but not the good kind- the dreadful kind. Had he told Harry, he’d have ran to you in a heartbeat. But he wasn’t there. So Niall must have indeed not told him…

…The alternative was too much to bear.

“YN?...”

You snapped out of it at your boss’ tone of voice “Yes?”

“You gotta get your act together. I’ve been calling out to you for the past 2 minutes, made me come all the way over here just to find you daydreaming. How long does it even take to clean a coffee machine? I’ve already got people waiting, the fuck is the matter with you?!”

You nodded and hurriedly continued scrubbing, willing him away when you heard him order one of your colleagues in the back to help you out with what you were doing. Nancy came by your side and picked up the clean parts, drying them off. “Such a prick. No one’s ordered coffee. It’s freaking 11pm for fuck’s sake…” she scoffed

“Well. Commuters always stop by around midnight just for coffee, so he’s not wrong…”

Your co-worker turned to you and gave you a pointed look “Oh well excuse me, miss employee of the month” she then elbowed you and chuckled which made you smile faintly, just to be nice. Nancy was a good person, but you just couldn’t get yourself to get close to anyone. You’d stopped talking to all your friends back home too, or at least, the very few you had. You just disappeared from their lives as you had from Harry’s.

Except for Julianne, your best friend, but even her you kept at arm’s length. She didn’t make it a secret of what her opinion on all this was. She thought you were crazy, and wrong, and crazy wrong. Harry had visited the office, even got in touch with her and desperately pleased for her to tell him where you were. All she did was tell him you were alright, but that you didn’t want him to keep trying to find you. Which, paradoxically- is exactly what you’d have wanted her to tell him, but you still felt hurt that she told him that. If that made any sense? To you it did. That was the truth of it.

“Ok, employee of the month. I got this. You can clock out before he finds something else for you to do” Nancy chimed, snapping you out of your reverie once more “You’re really jumpy these days, aren’t ya? Ever since that irish bloke came about here last week…”

You rolled your eyes, taking your apron off

“What? C’mon. You left with him all teary eyed… And ever since, you’ve been zoning out constantly. Did he break up with you? Is that what’s been bugging you?”

You sighed “No. Nothing’s bugging me”

“Oh, please. Girl, if it’s any consolation. I’ve seen a car parked across the road for a few days now. I think he’s working up his courage to come talk to you. It’s always ever here when you’re here, during my shifts I never see it. I only see it when we swap”

You froze at that “Wh… what? What kind of car?”

“It’s not the one he came in last week, so maybe it’s not him at all and it’s just a coincidence, or maybe he’s got a friend to keep an eye on you or something? Or maybe it’s a stalker?” she laughed and you squinted at her not knowing what was so funny about the latter option “Oh shit, do you think it’s a sick perv from the diner stalking you? I never really thought about it that way!”

“Nancy! What kind of car?”

“I don’t know the make of it. All I know is it's not the same as the one the irish dude drove last week, it’s not as nice as that one”

Your blood froze in your veins and you could feel yourself go all pale

“Shit, Y/N. Are you ok? I was only kidding about the stalker, I’m sure it’s nothing! Look, I’ll keep an eye on the car and tell you if I really think something suspicious is going on, ok?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll, uhm” you cleared your throat “I’ll just use the backdoor tonight, just to be safe, ok? See you tomorrow” you smiled awkwardly at Nancy, knowing full well you’d not be seeing her the next day, and grabbed your tote bag, leaving the way you said you would.

You rushed through the backalley, patting yourself on the back for never driving in to work (mainly for financial reasons) making sure you couldn’t be spotted from the front and took a considerable detour to your apartment complex that reminded you of cheap motels you’d only previously seen in movies. You fumbled with your keys unlocking your flat with shaky hands and immediately fished out your suitcase from underneath the bed, tossing it open over your bedding.

You pushed your hair out of your face and tried to calm down a bit, but you just couldn’t stop shaking.

You couldn’t risk it, you couldn’t let this all go to waste for nothing. Darn it to hell, and darn Niall for being a lying piece of shit and telling Harry where you were!

Before you knew it, you were grabbing what little clothes you had out of the dresser and throwing them in the suitcase, hangers and all. You threw all your lingerie over top, making sure to fish out of a sock all the cash you’d saved up and hide it in your bra. It wasn’t much, unfortunately, with the lousy jobs you’d had there were never any means to save up much, but it should be enough to get you to wherever you’d land next and buy you a few days at a cheap motel until you find another waitressing job.

This was not your first rodeo.

Next, you threw all your toiletries into a pouch in the bathroom, and you just tossed all your pairs of shoes into a backpack.

No time to nitpick. You’d just have to leave all the non-essentials behind. Again, this was not the first time you’d done this. And for much less of a hunch. This time, you were certain you had good reason to flee. You knew it was a long stretch, but something in the pit of your stomach just told you it was him. You could just feel it. You could just feel him. His proximity. You knew it was only a matter of time before he figured out you’d left through the back at the diner. Nancy said the car had been there a few days before, so he most likely already knew where you lived.

It gave you pause, though. Why did he not try and confront you, then? Why was he just… observing you from afar? The more you thought about it, the more it sounded more and more like the stalker scenario your co-worker had brought up, but you’d already made up your mind, you were fleeing and that was that.

You’d been already contemplating it, not trusting Niall to keep his mouth shut about your whereabouts. Turns out you’d been right. You should’ve never trusted him. The cocky bastard did this for a living, after all.

You opened the door and inspected the parking lot. Nothing looked amiss. But then again, this was a place where people came and left all the time. You had no idea which of those cars didn’t belong there. Nancy could’ve at least told you the colour of the car she’d seen, but part of you doubted Harry would be doing this using the car you’d have recognized from a mile away.

The coast was clear, and you had to get a move on it. You rolled your suitcase out, swung the backpack over your shoulder and locked the door behind you, making your way downstairs where you pushed the keys into the mailbox.

You made your way to your car, and although all you could afford was to paint it a different colour, you knew Harry would recognize it if it ever came down to it, especially since you hadn’t changed the licence plates and it stuck out like a sore thumb in another state.

After tossing your bags into the truck you carefully looked around again. Nothing looked suspicious, so you hopped in and drove off.

There wasn’t any time to make a deliberate plan or be picky. You just headed out west, and hoped for the best. If you had to do this a few more times, you’d end up on the west coast soon, just like you and Harry had been planning to before all hell broke loose.

You shook your head, trying to clear it. It was dark and late, and you were tired, last thing you needed was to daydream while driving under such conditions.

At a stop sign you opened up google maps and tried to at least gauge where you’d be going. Unfortunately it looked like it’d be a long drive to the nearest town. Longer than it was doable considering how tired you already were after a workday.

You’d have to sleep at one point, and motels were out of the question. You were on a tight budget. You’d have to find a safe enough parking lot to park and sleep for a few hours before driving again. Like you always did.

You tried to take note of the drivers behind you in the rearview mirror, but you couldn’t make out much, or if any of them were tailing you.

You drove for about 3 hours before your eyes just couldn’t focus on the road anymore. You began looking for parking spots. Anything that looked decent enough (although you knew that was just wishful thinking- had anyone wanted to harm you, they could’ve, easily).

When you finally picked one, you carefully turned off your headlights, and as stealthily as you could manage parked your car, making sure once again that no car had followed you there. It was quite a big lot, and you realized it was a hotel’s private property destined for their customers, but you hoped upon hope that security wouldn’t be coming with a flashlight shooing you away like they would a homeless person.

It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

You already had your kit in the truck for such situations- a pillow, a blanket, and some sunshields to block out your windows with. Everything in place, you cracked the front windows slightly so that fresh air could get in and then nestled in the back seat, trying to fall right to sleep and not begin thinking about what all of this meant.

Just before sleep stole you away though, a soft voice made your ears prick up. You weren’t even sure you’d really heard it, or dreamt it. It was your name you’d heard, and the voice was one you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

“Please… I can’t let you sleep out here. I thought you’d rent a room and I could find you again in the morning so we could talk… Please. It’s not safe, Y/N…”

His voice was but a whisper, and you held your breath listening to it. You wanted to drink it all in, anything he’d have to say to you. In spite of how much you’d ran away from this very moment, you now wanted to revel in it.

You couldn’t see him, not with the sunshields up on every window, but he was right there, next to the door you were resting your pillow up against.

He was right there.

So close.

He gently tapped with the pad of his finger on the window “Y/N… can you hear me? Are you awake?...”

You’d never heard his voice like this before. It sounded so… defeated. So worn out. You knew that if you faced him you’d not be able to endure what he probably looked like, to match the tone of his voice.

“...yes” was all you could coax out of your dry throat and you heard his shuddering breath at your reply. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt tears roll down your cheeks.

You’d wanted to talk to him for so long, so, so long. You’d fought against it for so long. Ran for so long. But he found you. And he was there.

He was right there.

“We don’t have to do this tonight, okay?.... I know you’re tired. Please let me get you a room. Please? I just want to talk. But not right now, we should both sleep, and-- separately! I swear, I’ll not try anything… just want to talk…”

You tried stifflign your tears “I don’t know that I can do that… I don’t… I don’t know…”

You could hear him sniffle and his voice got even closer, as if he was leaning his forehead against the window “You don’t have to… I’m not… I’d never force you, you know that… If you wanna get up in the morning and just leave… I won’t follow you further. You can go back. Or even back home. I won’t…” he swallowed audibly “I’ll never try again. I promise. But sleep on it… and if you feel like we deserve to talk about it… that what we had deserves closure… Please, Y/N… Just think about it. I’m…” he exhaled profusely “I’m begging you”

Hearing him talk about closure just about did you in. This wasn’t him trying to get you to come back. This was him trying to get closure. And you knew you deserved it, but you couldn’t stop it from breaking your heart all over again.

And, well… if it meant not having to run anymore. If it meant finally putting an end to this life of hiding… He was right. And seemed calm enough to just have a talk… for closure. That concept should have brought you respite but it felt like a stab to the heart.

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you and finally you spoke up “Alright… I’ll… I’ll sleep on it”

“Good. Good… I’ll…” he cleared his throat “I’ll go and book us rooms and then… I’ll wait for you downstairs for breakfast in the morning… at the hotel’s restaurant. If you want to talk. Okay?”

You felt relieved that you didn’t have to face him then and there. You needed to compose yourself, otherwise you didn’t trust yourself not to jump right into his arms “Yes. Ok. Yes…”

“Ok. Good” you heard him take a step back “They’ll let you know which room, ok? I’ll run ahead… Y/N? Please come talk in the morning… please”

And with that, you heard his footsteps rush away from the car. For a moment you contemplated whether all that had really happened or you’d just imagined it all in the darkness of your car. Or dreamt it.

But his cologne was still lingering. And taking the sunshields off you could see his handprint on the window. You placed yours against it on the opposite side and teared up again. You were so thankful you got to make up your mind until the morning, there was no way you could ever go through any talking in the state you were in.

After waiting for a good 5 minutes leaving him time to book the hotel rooms, you fished out of your suitcase some stuff to put into your tote bag for the night and trekked your way through the parking lot and into the hotel, which was quite nice actually. A 4 star one, much like the one Niall had brought you to a week prior.

After giving his name at the lobby, the receptionist gave you the key to your room and smiled at you wishing you a nice stay. The concierge called the elevator for you, which surprised you, as your room was 9. How many rooms were there per floor? Or had the ground floor no suites but just a restaurant, bar and lobby?

You made your way to your room and went to unlock it, but the key wasn’t working. You huffed, trying again. Maybe this was just the universe’s way of telling you you shouldn’t be here, that you shouldn’t talk to him.

But when the door opened from the inside and your eyes zeroed in on Harry’s butterfly tattoo, you knew the universe was trying to tell you something else entirely.

You stammered, taken aback, your eyes carefully going up his naked torso. You felt like you were experiencing this in slow motion. You lingered on every square inch of his body until your gaze reached his beautiful eyes. Those intense eyes of his that you could never really decide what shade of green they really were. He was smiling, but his eyes were sad. So, so sad.

He took a small step further while you were trying to muster a sentence out “Oh, god. Isn’t this 9? I must’ve….” your eyes darted back confusedly to the key you were holding and Harry’s hand gently reached out, turning the keychain and thumbing at the dot there.

His hand was so close to yours, you could feel its warmth radiating off it and onto the skin of yours next to it. Your heart was hammering inside your ribcage, desperate to be free. Free of all this entrapment you’d created around it, free to leap out of your chest and go be next to Harry’s. Where it belonged.

Your eyes braved another glance at him, he was looking at the keychain, his deep dimple on display. You wanted to nestle in it and never have to be alone again. “The dot is placed behind the numeral… This is 6, not 9, darling”

All at once, you felt your limbs go weak at the use of that petname. And you knew it was just a british thing, he had had others he used especially for you, but still it made you wanna bask in it, the sweetness of his tone, the playful note he’d used reminiscent of the way he’d tease you. It was like a pavlovian response, your visceral reaction to his voice.

He looked at you then from under his lashes, almost as if realizing how he’d spoken to you, a moment too late, and his gaze became hooded instantaneously taking your own in.

Yes, the universe was plotting loud and clear.

Chapter 25

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locitapurplepink · 4 months

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Disney Princess Poll Results so far 24

I have so much fun making disney princess polls with you guys. Here's the list of winner from each poll posts that I've made

139. Favorite Princess Tiana's dress (Blue vs Green)

Tiana's green dress

140. Favorite character lady with short hair (Naomi vs Cassandra)

Cassandra

141. Favorite Princess Rapunzel's hat (Pirate vs pink hat)

Pirate hat

142. Favorite Princess Rapunzel's look (the movie vs tts/rta)

Tangled The Movie

143. Disney princess who has the most interesting storyline (Melody vs Ariel)

Princess Ariel

144. Favorite cute white non-animal character (Olaf vs Baymax)

Baymax

#disney poll results so far #part 24 #locitapurplepink #the princess and the frog #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #the little mermaid #big hero 6 #princess tiana #prince naveen #cassandra #eugene fitzherbert #princess rapunzel #princess ariel #baymax #tangled 2010 #poll results #hiro hamada

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im-the-queen-of-stardust · 10 months

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Love Arthur slowly loosing his humanity while John is continually gaining it. Like ships passing in the night.

#several episodes ago arthur would have argued to help the villagers #amd john wouldve tried to encourage him to leave them be and just escape #amd now in part 24 their roles are perfectly reversed #oh how the turns have tabled #malevolent liveblog #malevolent #part 24

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eldritchqueerture · 2 months

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oh, arthur. for a person with your past, this black and white view of the world and dividing people into good people and "villains who deserve to die" is particularly grand

#malevolent liveblog #part 24 #the way he talks about yellow......... girl im sure john recognizes this part of himself #you are openly talking about hating that part of him #yes yellow was bad but have a little tact about it 😭 😭 😭

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bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing · 1 year

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Nightmare AU part 24

SPOILER: GORE AND A LITTLE DEATH, you have been warned:

This idea hit me for the walls of the motel, it was a nightmare for me to choose the perfect ones but i figured out in the end... Also the motel is big and has different rooms color. 😅

Le souris bonbon neige:" New faces are always welcome, i'm also hungry, when is lunch?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I heard someone calling me, oh hello, new faces i see."

Hester the photo marksmen:"Weren't you at the lake just now?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"At the lake? Why would i be there? I was with Rosalinda."

Sky Coeur the detective:"Did someone let the main entry open? I saw the locket unlocked, what if there is a thief?"

Lumboo the light ghost:"It's getting late, you should go home Jenna Heart! Tell your father we need at least four more kilograms of fish,maybe Gliudinius."

Jenna Heart:"You are right, i will, hope he can catch them for some reason the fish become hard to catch like they are afraid of something."

Yan-naifu the ghost:She can stay here, looks like a storm is coming soon."

Jenna Heart:"That would be ovely unfortunately i have to go, i don't want to catch me on my way back."

Panel 3

Jenna Heart:"Help!Let me go, you jerk! Nooooo...nooooo,let gooo!"

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Guys, over here, they took Jenna Heart!"

Le souris bonbon neige: Ice! Velvet icee storm ignite!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Let her go, now! Le souris bonbon neige take left i will take right, let's hurry!"

Panel 4

Jenna Heart:"Put me down! Felix Reddison be careful, no don't harm them!You monster, leave them alone!"

Sweet Lime:"I'm taking care of them, you take her and go..."

Luna the moon demon:" Who are you?Stay right there!"

Sweet Lime:"You can't stop this, we will have the energy for the machine, bags of bones."

Nishya the dream cat: "Oh no, how horrible! How can they do something like this?"

Luna the moon demon:"This is what Feliciano the intoxicated cat warned us about."

Red the future teller:"They use their own people life force, we have to move."

Hester the photo marksmen:"You did this, come here!

Sweet Lime:"I may not be powerful, but i'm not gonna get killed so easily. Poison is my speciality."

Le souris bonbon neige:"Ah, be careful, it's very corrosive, like an acid or something."

Hester the photo marksmen:"You can try your little tricks but that won't work on me!"

Panel 7

Moon on fire:"You are the cat with a purpose, to only serve our False king desire, let the nightmare era begin."

Vanessa the 3 knight:" You sure have a big mouth, eh, shut up, stop crying like a child!"

Le souris bonbon neige: "Ice, now Faith the head rabbit hit them, trap them!"

Faith the head rabbit:"Time ignite zero!"

Staran the galaxy man:"Guys over here, they need help, it's ok Red the fortune teller, we got them."

Amstran the moon dancer:"It's not your fault, Red the fortune teller."

Red the fortune teller:"I should had protected her, but i couldn't do anything...They will be after my sister as well, this... Dream cat is not just a title, you know!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"We can't do anything else, we lost this battle but not the war!"

Melinoë the princess of nightmares:" This is horrible, i feel like this is all my fault, they were after me."

Le souris bonbon neige:"It's nobody fault, at least we know more how this works, we just need to be better prepared."

Felix Reddison:"Well, i think i know who can help you, with that..."

Part 1 till part 23

Also, happy birthday to my pumpkin oc Amstran the moon dancer:

#my ocs #nightmare au #part 24 #jenna heart #faith the head rabbit #Lumboo the light ghost #Staran the galaxy man #Sweet Lime

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sun-3-160 · 2 years

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"Do you know how mad that sounds?" well, arthur, you call it madness...

#SCREAMING #HE SAID IT HE SAID THE LINE #malevolent #part 24

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donnovien · 2 years

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#malevolent podcast #malevolent #part 24

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thingsforall-theboys · 8 months

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#thing for tumblr blog #part 24 #cooper van grootel #adam rodriguez #tom parker #joseph quinn #gavin casalegno #sean kaufman #christopher briney #jason statham #ewan mcgregor #jay hayden

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mccall-muffin · 2 months

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Love vs. Hate - Part 24 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Summary: Just as Liv was finally reunited with Joe, they are being separated once more. Her only light - Don. But then the horrors of war show their ugly face once more.

Warnings: Language, war wounds, loss

A/N: Have I already said that I kinda *hate* writing these things in Bastogne... It makes me feel sad :( And it only gets worse guys.

Here is my Masterlist

Taglist: @brassknucklespeirs, @liebgotts-lovergirl, @lieutenant-speirs, @mads-weasley, @emmylindersson

Late in the afternoon on January 3, we returned to our old position in the woods overlooking Foy. And it was a massacre. I walked next to Don, looking around, wondering what kind of hell the men must've been through.

"Holy fuck", I breathe and look at Don, who frowns.

Suddenly, we hear Joe Toye behind us, calling out. "You gotta be fucking kidding me. Someone's gonna die. Someone's gonna fucking die. Guarnere, look at this shit!"

I walked over to Joe. "What's got your panties in a bunch, Joe?"

"One of those 1st Battalion fuckers took a dump in my foxhole", he answers, and I lift my eyebrow, looking at him.

"I think they shit in everyone's foxhole, Joe," Bill chimes in and looks around. We are all thinking the same, as Bill says it. "I don't think they wanted to spend much time above ground."

While we were in the Bois Jacques, the Germans had been shelling our old position. There were signs of tree bursts everywhere. That got our attention.

As I navigate my way back to the foxhole that Don, Bill, and I have begrudgingly come to call 'home', the weight of command sits heavily on my shoulders, yet the camaraderie among us offers a peculiar comfort in this hellscape. The sight of the shattered woods, a grim reminder of the fury unleashed upon us, fails to dampen the spirit of defiance that binds us together.

Settling into the cramped space with Don, I catch him casting a sidelong glance, the kind that speaks volumes without a word needing to be passed between us. "I meant to ask you before... How did it go with Babe?" he finally inquires, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. The question hangs in the air, a ghost of our last mission that had almost broken us.

Taking a deep breath, I recount the ordeal, not sparing the details of the harrowing decision to retreat under fire, leaving Julian's body behind. It was a moment that tested us all, pushing us to the brink of what we thought we could endure. "Babe was... devastated," I begin, the memory still fresh, painful. "He thought we'd left Julian behind for good. That we'd abandoned not just a fellow soldier, but a promise."

I pause, the weight of leadership and the decisions it forces upon you never getting lighter, only more familiar. "But we went back for him," I continue, the resolve in my voice mirroring the determination that had surged through us that day. "Took a few men, dodged more bullets than I care to count, and we got Julian. Got him and his belongings," I add, the tangible proof of our success being the personal effects we managed to salvage — a class ring, a wallet, and a watch, symbols of a life cut tragically short.

Don listens intently, his expression a mix of relief and respect. "And Babe?" he probes further, knowing all too well the emotional turmoil that must have followed.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I remember Babe's reaction. "Let's just say, he was more than relieved. He hugged me so tight I thought he might never let go," I admit, the raw emotion of the moment breaking through the soldier's facade I've had to maintain. "He understood then, the choices we have to make. That sometimes leadership isn't about the hard call, but about going back to make things right, even when the odds are against us."

Don nudges me gently, breaking the silence that had settled between us as we took refuge in the dimly lit foxhole, the sounds of war a constant echo in the background. "So, you finally saw Joe again, huh?" he asks, a hint of mischief in his tone, but not without a genuine interest. His gaze drifts to the scar beneath my eye, a permanent reminder of the war's brutality, now seen by Joe for the first time.

With a heavy sigh, I nod, the memory of the encounter flooding back with vivid clarity. "Yeah, I did," I start, the cold of the night biting at my skin, yet the warmth of the memory offering a temporary respite. "He... he saw this," I gesture to my scar, the words trailing off as the image of Joe stepping closer, his hand gently lifting my chin to meet his gaze, replays in my mind.

Don, sensing the depth of the moment, leans in closer, the flicker of interest in his eyes now mixed with concern. "How'd that go?" he prods gently, rolling a cigarette between his fingers, a habit that offers him a semblance of normalcy in the chaos that surrounds us.

Taking a deep breath, I let the scenes unfold, painting the picture of that raw, vulnerable exchange. "It was intense," I confess, the cold seeping through the fabric of my uniform doing little to dampen the warmth that memory ignites within me. "He just... wrapped me in his arms, Don. Said the only thing that mattered was that I was alive, standing in front of him." The words tumble out, a mix of awe and disbelief at the depth of emotion Joe had displayed.

The mention of tears and the overwhelming comfort found in Joe's embrace brings a softness to Don's usually playful demeanor. "God damn," he murmurs, lighting the cigarette now perched between his lips, the glow briefly illuminating his face in the darkness. "Sounds like a goddamn movie scene, Sweetheart."

I chuckle, despite the seriousness of our conversation. "Felt like it, too," I admit, the reality of the war creeping back as the sound of distant artillery fire reminds us of our present. "He said he missed me, Don. That he couldn't stop thinking about me. And I... I told him the same."

Don takes a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling into the night air, a silent testament to our shared anxieties and fears. "You two are something else, you know that?" he says, exhaling slowly. "Fucking war tearing everything apart, and here you two are, finding your way back to each other."

The conversation shifts then, to the uncertainty of tomorrow, the constant danger we face, and the stark reality that any moment could be our last. Yet, in recounting that moment with Joe, a glimmer of hope flickers to life in the depths of my heart.

"Yeah," I agree, a wistful smile playing on my lips. The weight of Joe's words, the promise of a future uncertain yet filled with the possibility of moments stolen from the clutches of war, settles around us like a blanket, offering a semblance of comfort in the cold.

Don nods, his expression softening. "You hang onto that, Sweetheart. Whatever this fucking war throws at us, you hang onto that hope." He flicks the remnants of his cigarette into the darkness, the ember briefly lighting up the night before fading into oblivion.

"Yeah," I whisper, the resolve strengthening within me. "Together."

And as we sit in silence, the camaraderie between us a steadfast anchor amidst the chaos, I can't help but cling to the promise of a future where the war is but a distant memory, and love, in all its forms, triumphs over the desolation that seeks to consume us.

The sudden appearance of Lip cuts through the night like a knife, his voice low but firm as he reminds us of the noise and light discipline. The reminder snaps us back to reality, the gravity of our situation pressing down like a physical weight. "Don, Bill, Liv, keep it down," he says, a sharp edge to his voice that brooks no argument. "Liv, need you to make a few rounds, check on everyone."

Without a moment's hesitation, I nod, understanding the necessity of his request. "Got it, Lip," I respond, my tone equally serious. Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I step out into the cold night, the air crisp and unforgiving as I begin my rounds, the solemn responsibility of checking on my brothers-in-arms weighing heavily on my shoulders.

The camp is eerily quiet as I move from foxhole to foxhole, the muted whispers of my comrades barely breaking the silence. The tension is palpable, a silent testament to the constant threat looming over us. And then, without warning, the ominous sound of incoming bombings shatters the stillness, a terrifying harbinger of chaos.

"Incoming!" My voice cuts through the night, a desperate warning as I sprint back towards our foxhole. The echo of Lip's voice amplifies the alarm, his command carrying across the camp with urgency. "Get to cover!" he yells, mirroring my own panic.

Don's voice reaches me next, laced with concern and fear. "Liv!" he calls out, the single word a plea for my safety. My heart races, adrenaline surging as I navigate the treacherous path back, the sounds of explosions growing closer with each passing second.

Finally, I slip into our foxhole, the familiar faces of Don and Bill a sight for sore eyes. "I'm here," I pant, barely catching my breath as we huddle together, bracing for the impact. The world outside explodes into chaos, the deafening roar of bombs tearing through the night, obliterating everything in their path. We cling to each other, a desperate bid for comfort in the face of impending doom.

And then, as suddenly as it began, silence falls, a haunting absence of sound that is almost more terrifying than the bombardment itself. We remain still, barely daring to breathe, the aftermath of the attack settling around us like a heavy blanket. The smoke, the debris, the stench of explosives hanging in the air—it's a scene from a nightmare, yet all too real.

Don's hand finds mine in the darkness, his grip tight and reassuring. Bill is beside us, his presence a silent pillar of strength. We don't need words; our shared experiences, the bond forged in the crucible of war, speak volumes. In this moment, in the aftermath of terror, we are reminded of the fragility of life and the unbreakable bond that ties us together.

The silence that envelops us in the aftermath of the bombing is suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos that had reigned moments before. We're left in a limbo, the uncertainty of whether it's truly over hanging heavy in the air. Don, ever the proactive one among us, breaks the tense silence first. "We should check if anyone was hit," he suggests, his voice low but filled with concern.

Bill, however, is quick to remind us of the grim reality we face. "That's exactly what they want, Malark" he counters, his tone grave. "For us to pop our heads up so they can pick us off." The wisdom in his words is undeniable, a hard-earned lesson from countless nights just like this one. Yet, the tension between the need to help our brothers and the instinct for self-preservation is palpable.

Then, cutting through the night, a sound none of us can ignore reaches our ears—a whimper, followed by painful moaning and then desperate cries for help. It's a sound that chills to the bone, the unmistakable voice of a man in agony.

"You hear that?" asks Don.

"Is that Joe?" adds Bill, and the three of us look in the direction the cries for help are coming from.

Recognition dawns on us simultaneously; it's Joe Toye. The realization hits like a physical blow, the urgency to act clashing with the knowledge of the risk involved.

Bill's reaction is immediate; his decision is made the moment he recognizes the voice of his best friend. "I'm going to check on him," he declares, determination etching his features. It's a testament to the bonds forged in the heat of battle, the unspoken vow to never leave a man behind.

But as he makes to move, I reach out, grabbing his arm in a desperate attempt to hold him back. "Bill, it's too dangerous," I plead, the fear of losing another person close to me making my voice tremble. The thought of Bill—or anyone else—venturing out into what could very well be a death trap is unbearable.

Bill, however, is unwavering, the resolve in his eyes unshakable. "I can't leave him out there," he states firmly, his voice laced with an emotion that brooks no argument. It's a declaration of loyalty, of the deep-seated belief that we are all we have out here, the only family within reach amidst the horrors of war.

The conflict within me is torturous. The strategic part of my mind screams that Bill's impulse, while noble, could lead to disaster. Yet, the human part, the part that has seen too much death and too much suffering, understands all too well. In this hellish landscape, where tomorrow is never promised, the bonds of friendship, of brotherhood, become our strongest lifeline.

As Bill prepares to brave the unknown for Joe, the weight of command, of responsibility, bears down on me. It's a harrowing reminder of the choices we are forced to make and the risks we take for those we consider family. In the end, all we can do is cover for him, pray, and wait, hoping against hope that both Bill and Joe make it back to us. The reality of war spares no one, but it's in these moments of selfless bravery that the true strength of our bonds is tested.

The night turns into a living nightmare as Bill disappears into the darkness, his determination to reach Joe pushing him beyond the relative safety of our foxhole. The minutes stretch into an agonizing eternity, each second ticking by with the weight of a lifetime. And then, as if the very heavens conspire against us, another barrage of bombings rains down, each explosion closer, more ferocious than the last.

Don reacts instinctively, pulling me close, our bodies pressed tightly together in a futile attempt to offer each other some semblance of protection. The ground shakes beneath us, the air filled with the deafening roar of explosions and the ear-splitting shrieks of incoming artillery. We're caught in the maelstrom, powerless against the fury unleashed around us.

As the cacophony dies down, leaving behind a ringing silence, my frustration and fear boil over. "Fucking hell, Bill's a goddamn idiot," I grumble into the darkness, anger laced with dread at the thought of what might have happened to him and Joe. My heart races, pounding against my chest as if trying to escape the inevitable truth of war's cruelty.

Don, ever the voice of reason even in the midst of chaos, catches the shift in my posture. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice tight with concern.

But before I can answer, a desperate call pierces the night, cutting through the remnants of explosions and the heavy silence that follows. "Medic!" The call, repeated, becomes a beacon, guiding me towards the source, towards my duty.

"Doing my job," I say, a determined edge to my voice as I pull away from Don's protective embrace. "Stay down," I instruct him and the others I pass, each step taking me closer to the unknown.

Then, almost colliding with Lip in the dim light, I barely register his presence before the sight before us brings me to a standstill. My blood turns to ice, the scene unfolding like a grotesque tableau of war's indiscriminate brutality. There lie Bill and Joe Toye, their bodies a testament to the horror of what we're fighting against. Joe's leg is a mangled mess, blown off from the knee down, while Bill's is similarly destroyed, the carnage nearly too much to comprehend.

"Fucking hell," the words escape me, a whisper lost in the chaos. The reality hits hard, the sight of two of my brothers reduced to this state, igniting a fury and sorrow so profound it threatens to overwhelm me.

But this is no time for despair. Shaking off the shock, I kneel beside them, my training taking over as I try to assist Doc Roe with assessing their injuries. The urgency is palpable, every second counting as I help to stabilize them, to do what I can amidst the madness.

This is the reality of war, a reality we live day in and day out. It's brutal, unforgiving, and indiscriminate in its cruelty.

As Doc Roe and I work in tandem, the urgency of the situation tying our movements together with practiced efficiency, Bill's voice cuts through the tension. "Gimme a smoke, would ya?" he asks, his voice strained but tinged with that unmistakable Philly accent, rough around the edges but familiar in its resilience.

Without hesitation, I fish out a cigarette from my pack, lighting it and placing it gently between his lips. Turning to Joe, I offer him one as well, our eyes meeting in a silent exchange of solidarity and understanding. The simple act, mundane under any other circumstances, takes on a profound significance here amidst the snow and blood.

I can't help but glance back at Bill, a mix of admonishment and relief in my eyes. "Told you it was too fucking dangerous," I say, the words heavy with the weight of what could have been lost. But Bill, even in pain, manages a laugh, a sound that carries more warmth than the cold night air could ever leech from us.

"Sweetheart, you know me..." he says, the term carrying with it the weight of all the battles we've fought together, a testament to the bond forged in the crucible of war. It's a farewell, though neither of us says it, as he's loaded onto a stretcher and carried away, his silhouette disappearing into the night.

Joe follows soon after, the severity of his injuries casting a pall over the makeshift triage area. As he's taken away, the reality of the situation, the sheer brutality and randomness of it all, finally hits. I'm left kneeling in the snow, the cold seeping through my uniform, a stark reminder of the harshness of our existence.

The hand that falls on my shoulder is both unexpected and immensely comforting. Don, his presence a steady constant in the ever-changing chaos of war, stands beside me, his own grief and concern mirrored in his eyes. Don, like me, was close with Guarnere and Toye, the bonds of brotherhood tying us all together in ways that words can scarcely describe.

"Fucking hell, Liv," he murmurs, his voice a mix of anger, sorrow, and exhaustion. "This is a goddamn mess." His grip tightens, a silent show of support, of shared pain and determination to keep moving forward, no matter the cost.

"Yeah, it is," I reply, my voice low, the enormity of the night's events settling in. Together, we stand in silence, a moment of mourning for what's been lost and what's still at stake. The war rages on, indifferent to the lives it upends, the dreams it shatters.

But in this moment, there's a silent vow made between us, a promise to keep fighting, not just for our survival, but for those who can no longer stand beside us. The bond we share, strengthened by adversity, becomes our beacon in the darkness, guiding us forward in a world torn asunder by war.

As we help each other up, ready to face whatever comes next, the resolve in our hearts is clear. We will endure, we will fight, and we will remember. For Bill, for Joe, for all those we've lost. This is our burden, our honor, and our duty.

As I look up, I see George standing there, still looking down at the place where Bill and Joe just lay. I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder when Lip walks up to us.

"How's Buck?" he asks, and we all look over to where Buck is sitting on a log, rubbing his face. George doesn't answer. "Luz, how's Buck?"

"He- He's fine." George finally answers, and Lip looks at me.

"You sure?", Lip asks.

"Yes, he's fine," George repeats and looks at Lip.

I sigh deeply, my gaze wandering to Buck once more before I look back at Lip. "I think you should probably go talk to him now."

Lip looks back at me and slowly nods. "All right."

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part Twenty - Four

Summary: Things need to be done.

Notes/Warning: Angst, worry…allusions sexier moments….Eddie and Steve bickering Dustin reining them in.

-Please note & remember…this is parallel to the season. It is also my version of how things play out at Skull Rock, at Max’s trailer and what leads up to Lover’s Lake. Some dialogue is directly taken or influenced by it. Flashback in italics.

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Eddie easily climbed up and sat in the middle of his trusty picnic table, he he patted the space closest to him. “Come here, sweetheart.”

With a sigh, you finally stopped pacing and did as he suggested. As wrapped his arms around you, he saw you close your eyes as you nestled in. Knowing, roughly where Dustin and the others were coming from you and him, had some time before the two of you would have to head to the parking lot to meet up with them.

There was so much he wanted to say, but right now, he knew that sometimes silence was needed. So with arms crossed in front of you, he let you play with the rings on his fingers.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You made a soft sound, he gave you a gentle squeeze.

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “I wish we could go back to when you were climbing into my window.”

He chuckled. “Me too, sweetheart me too.”

The sounds of rustling leaves drew closer, a few twigs snapped like a whip reaching them. You flinched looking up at him.

Both of you scrambled. “What are we going to do?”

“They are too close.” He braced himself. “Get behind me.”

“Ok.”

You did as he said, reaching back he wrapped an arm the best he could around you.

His heart began to pick up speed. He found himself taking a stance despite it feeling like his legs were to turning to jelly.

“Bada bing bada boom, I knew they’d be here.”

Steve was clad in a bright yellow sweater, as he came out from behind the trees. “In your face, Dustin. In your stupid cocky little face.” He glanced behind him. Before flashing the two of you a bright smile. “I told him, you’d probably meet here and then go over to the parking lot.”

Eddie shrugged. He wondered how Steve knew about his place. “Good thinking, Harrington.”

He nodded. Just the sounds of Dustin’s sometimes squeaky voice came through the branches. “Can’t admit you’re wrong, you butthead.”

Eddie smiled as he watched the ever cautious Dustin, watching his steps as he stepped out of the thick growth of the forest. He was like only a pace, maybe two short of being on Steve’s heels.

Eddie, strode easily over. Once, Dustin cleared the undergrowth, he smiled. “I concur you Dustin Henderson are totally a butthead.” Eddie said with a smile ignoring his crack lip.

He could see the relief washing over his friend’s face, “We were so worried that Jason and his friends were going to find you.” Dustin squeaked out before he tightly hugged him.

“I was worried about that too.” Eddie admitted.

You came over to where Eddie was. Dustin smiled, that shiny smile. “I’m glad you are ok too.” He hugged you too.

Eddie was happy to watch the small moment.

“That Jason and his goons are scary, they almost had me.”

He nodded. “Bunch of bullies.”

The girls came out of the words shortly after.

Robin squinted at him, when she grew close. “Hey are you ok?” She pointed at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s when Jason managed to land one.

“Ahh, you will have to clean it up.”

“I will when I get the chance.” Her awkward caring was kind endearing, he mused.

“Not sure we should stay here. But not sure where we should go.” Steve, remarked making a face as he came over and put a hand on his hip.

“My mom is at work.” Max mentioned quietly.

*******

Eddie’s fingers drummed nervously on your hip as you sat on his lap in the backseat. So you didn’t bounce around completely, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Harrington, thank you again for allowing us the use of your family’s place.”

You caught Steve’s eyes in the rearview. “Yes, Steve thank you.” You smiled.

“Looked like you two didn’t destroy it, so yeah no worries.”

“Steve!” Dustin snapped.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry. Didn’t really think you two would.” He sighed.

“No harm. I understand.” Eddie made a face but then a smirk curled the good side of his mouth. “Just one question.”

Steve tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, while waiting for the light to change. “Shoot, what?”

“Is that really the bedding you and your family buy?”

“I guess?” He shrugged. “I never really thought about it. Mom picks it out why?”

Eddie shrugged. “Just a little scratchy.”

You flushed, meeting his eyes. His smirk turned into that devil may care smile that always causes your heart to flutter. Right now, a little more then usual since you remembered why Eddie was saying that.

******

Eddie’s fingertips gently ran up and down your arm, while remained cuddle up to his chest. “I am surprised I didn’t chaff myself.”

You made a face as you glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”

“When I was enjoying you little minx, I couldn’t resist rubbing up against that comforter. That fabric is rough.

A pang of concern went through you. You lifted the blanket and looked down at him. Then looked back at him. “Yup. You’re ok.”

He chuckled. “Not completely little minx.”

“Oh! Do you want a kiss?”

“It could help.”

But you look…oh…oh Eddie!” You squealed and pushed at him. He only chuckled harder and pulled you close.

You smacked his chest. He feigned innocence, as he squeezed your hip.

******

“Eddie!” Dustin snapped.

His squeaky voice brought you back to the car from last night.

“Just a comment. No reflection on Steve.” Eddie replied.

*******

Everyone’s nervous tension was getting the better of them, they were all talking at once. Talking over each other, honestly lot of nothing was being tossed back and forth. It made you desperately want to crawl into a hole.

Nervously, you glanced down at your hands, they were still filthy. Slid off the armrest beside Eddie and knelt beside Max. She soon showed you, where you could wash them.

You could still feel the slimy things hands brushed up against while hiding in the bushes. It made your stomach churn.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” You flinched, and then sighed.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, laying your forehead against him, pausing in washing your hands.

Eddie’s fingers running through your hair. pulled a sigh from you. You gave him a weak smile as he rubbed your back. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He whispered.

Going back into the now cramped living room, Eddie plopped onto the only easy chair. Signs of age, were very apparent but its armrest that you decided to perch on, was actually quite comfortable.

Sitting there, trying not get too annoyed from everyone talking over each other and not really accomplishing anything, you couldn’t help but notice that Max’s trailer pretty much had the same layout as Eddie’s. It actually looked a touch smaller but you couldn't be sure.

“Hey guys, everybody shut up.” Eddie’s exasperated voice filled the room. Silence fell over everyone, as they turned to look at him.

“Everything was fine last night.” He sighed and looking at you before the others. “We have no idea how they found us.”

“I don’t know man.” Steve shook his head, he looked that the two of you. “I’m just glad you two got away from Jason.”

“Narrowly.” You chimed in, noticing that Eddie was chewing on his lip.

“Eddie, have you noticed anything we should know?” Nancy asked.

He shrugged. “It’s probably nothing but,” Slipping his arm from being around, he quickly unfastened his watch and tossed it to Nancy. “To be honest, it wasn’t till later today did I even realize, it had stopped working. It randomly stopped working.”

Nancy, you watched as concern cast a shadow over her face. “Nine, twenty-seven.”

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin added, you glanced her way.

“Which means what, exactly?” Steve asked, he looked more confused then anything as he leaned against one of the walls in the small room.

“That…” She tossed back Eddie’s watch back to him.

Nancy pressed her lips together her brow furrowed. For some reason, seeing her worried, made your own worry sliver into the pit of your stomach.

Once his watch was back on his wrist, you relaxed a little once his arm was once again wrapped around you.

“That surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

“So that brings us one step closer.” Robin chimes in smiling.

******

Eddie, glanced at Harrington and the girls. “Give me moment, ok?” He rose his eyebrows.

“Of course.” The girls nodded

With a hand stuffed in his pocket, he walked back to Harrington’s BMW. You were sitting in the back seat, the door creaked as he opened it. You were tapping your foot with your arms crossed in front of you. Worse of all, it didn’t escape him that you had not glanced his way.

“Sweetheart…” He kicked at dirt.

Even in the darkness, he could see the fierceness that filled your eyes. “Don’t you sweetheart me right now.” You looked away.

Sighing, he climbed into the back seat and shifted close to you, placing an arm behind you.

“Y/N, now you listen to me.”

You looked at him then, your eyes were huge. He instantly regretted how harsh his voice was. Now he was the one who looked into the inky darkness of Harrington’s car.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound that harsh.” Moving his arm, he wrapped it around your shoulders. With desperation clawing at him, he needed to feel you close. He rested his forehead on your shoulder.

A few beats, a few breathes passed between the two of you “I’m as scared as you are.” He finally spoke and pulling back he glanced your way and saw you nodding. “I don’t know,” He pressed his lips together. “But if I can somehow can help, I have to try.”

He saw tears fill your eyes. “But what about me?” You were against him then and wrapped his arms around you.

“I am doing this for all of us.” Moving just so, he tilted your chin up to meet your eyes. “Nothing will stop me from coming back to you.”

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