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eris-snow · 10 months

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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, angst

“There are so many things I wish I could tell you. I want to be done with all the white lies and ambiguous phrasings. So here, I’ll say it, my last secret to you: I love you, Zuku. Please remember me. Please.”

“Get up, you lazy ass!” Katsuki barks from the doorway, barging into his room fully dressed.

Startled awake, Izuku almost tumbles out of bed with a squeak. “Ka-Kacchan!”

“Deku!” He mimics, not looking the slightest bit fazed. In fact, he looks angrier than usual. “If I don’t see you dressed in 5 god damn minutes, I’ll make sure to punch you so fucking hard it’ll make One For All look like a love tap.”

“If I don’t see you out of my room in t minus 5 seconds, I’ll use said love tap to get you out!” Izuku refutes, rubbing his eyes groggily. “What is up with you? It’s only 10 am—”

“Shortie and I stood outside your shitty apartment for half an hour until Auntie came home from the grocery store. You slept right through 30 minutes of endless knocking and doorbell rings.”

Katsuki’s face was the definition of terrifying and pissed, and it didn’t help when his hands started steaming. “Be glad that Shortie was there, if not there would be scorch markings on your door—”

“I’m so sorry, Kaccha—Starlight’s here?!” Izuku yelps, this time actually tumbling out of bed as he scrambles for his drawers. “I thought we gave you a spare key, Kacchan! I—why is Starlight—”

“You changed your fucking locks without telling me after the war, shit nerd! I ain’t have your new keys, so I was half contemplating blowing your door off its hinges—”

“Cut me some slack, Kacchan!” He rushes out, rifling through his closet for suitable clothes. “It’s my birthday.”

“I don’t cut any slack, Izuku.” Katsuki spits, throwing the nerd’s towel in his face. “That’s Shortie’s job.”

“Mean,” Izuku pouts.

Katsuki simply smirks back. “Happy Birthday, Izuku.”

“Happy birthday, Zuku!” You greet him, giggling when you saw the towel wrapped around his neck. “What time did you wake up?”

“About 10 minutes ago,” He admits, stealing a glance at the blond. Katsuki’s eyes were scanning his phone screen, a lazy, smug smirk plastered on his face.

“What do you want to do today? We get free rein until dinner time, because your mom wants us back so we can cut the cake.”

A smile plays on Izuku’s lips, and he almost tears right then and there. He was so fortunate to have friends like Starlight and Katsuki. He’d completely lucked out.

“Well…”

It was just like the old times. You, Katsuki and Izuku had always been a pack since you were little, and you force yourself to focus on whatever was happening now instead of what would happen after.

Even with the sun beating down you your neck, you survived with the sun hat you’d brought along with you. As you put it on, Izuku comments on it as he digs into his ice cream.

“That’s a nice hat there Starlight! Where’d you get it from?”

“Quite a while back,” You reply, tilting it upward so you can meet his eyes. “The person really knew what I liked.”

Izuku couldn’t name a day more perfect. Sure, it wasn’t anything fancy, definitely not as amazing as his meeting with All Might or the day he’d gained his Quirk, but it seemed like the world had decided to give him a peaceful day where nothing went wrong. By the time the three of them had gotten back for dinner, he’s grinning so widely he didn’t know it was possible.

He blows out the candles with a wish and a note in his pocket, praying for his friends, his family, you and Kacchan’s safety because he can’t stand it if you get hurt. He prays you’ll always be here, and that he’d be the number 1 hero (It’s been his dream his whole life, after all.) It’s only when everyone had started digging into the cake, did he realise you were missing.

“Where’s Starlight?” He frowns, checking the balcony. No, you’re not there either.

“She said something about taking a breather,” Katsuki said, poking his slice of cake with a fork. “When I asked her where, she just said, ‘It’s a secret’ and left.” He points his fork at Izuku. “Eat your cake.”

Blood rushes to his head, and for some reason, he’s getting dizzy just thinking about you.

Strange.

“I think I know where she is. I’ll bring her back. The sky’s dark already, Starlight shouldn’t have to walk back by herself.”

Katsuki eyes him suspiciously for a moment, something flickering in his eyes before they drop down to the slice of chocolate cake. “I’ll tell Auntie for you. Go do what you need to do, nerd.”

Izuku smiles at his best friend and thanks him, wearing his dumb bright red shoes and leaving in a hurry.

Katsuki stares at the cake, an icing drawing of himself and you on the cake next to Izuku’s face. He smudges the icing drawing of your face, standing up with a sigh.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Starlight.”

“Hey.”

You whirl around, shoving the lamp in the direction of the voice. Izuku’s shadowed face smiles back gently, making you relax slightly. “Hey.”

The clearing looked different at night. A swarm of fireflies danced around the meadow without a care in the world, making the lake almost sparkle as pretty yellow dots dance around the beautiful glade.

“Kacchan said you stepped out. I got worried.”

You laugh, shaking your head as your fingers creep into the note in his pocket. “Sorry. Needed a breather.”

“No, no! Don’t apologise!” Izuku sits down on the grass next to you, face warm in the glow of the light. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

That phrase causes your smile to wobble.

“Right!” You dig through your pockets, not allowing even a moment of awkwardness. “Now that you’re here…”

Three small, wrapped present emerges from your pocket. Overpowering emotions are surging behind a fortress you’d encased them in.

You made a promise. You’re not going to cry.

Izuku’s mouth falls open into a small “O” as he takes it tenderly in his hands. He cradles it gently, with scarred hands you’ve come to know.

“What is it?” He asks dumbly.

You chuckle, gesturing. “Just open it, silly. I want to see your reaction.”

He rips open the first one and finds a shimmering silver watch, staring back at him in a shiny transparent box. He sputters indignantly. “Th-This must have cost a fortune! How did you-”

“I may or may not have saved up for it by using my internship money.” You scratched your head, blushing slightly. “It was a little pricy, sure but—”

“How did you know I wanted this brand?” He asks, shaking a little as he pries the lid off and holds it like it’s worth an entire building. “I-I never got it because—”

“You’re afraid it gets damaged during a fight,” You finish. “I know you don’t like accessories, so I asked Hatsume to reinforce the entire thing. I paid her for the modifications as well. Plus, you’ll need something to wear for formal occasions. They never have clocks in ballrooms.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Izuku warns, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“You have two more gifts left, Zuku. Don’t cry now.”

Izuku takes that as a cue to shred open the next present. Your gifts may be small, but you sure know how to make them impactful because he absolutely loses it when he sees the next gift.”

“Prototype pins for his merchandise from his U.A days,” Izuku whispers, fingers quivering as he counts the pins. “Fi-Five? You got all five of them? I-I’ve never seen it before, how did you—”

“I pulled a few strings,” You say, gently. “It’s yours now.”

With tears bubbling over, he tears open the last gift. At first, it confuses him, and he has to will himself to put the waterworks on hold so he can actually see the gift properly. “Is this…” He cranes his head around, squinting. “Is this a photo of this place?”

“Yeah, I manage to paint this really good painting—”

“You painted this?” He interrupts, full-on sobbing now. “Why would you do this much? I don’t understand, I—”

“It’s a photo of this painting.” You correct. “So you can slot it in your wallet or use it as a bookmark or something. It’s your birthday, Zuku. Of course it’s important to me.”

Izuku tucks all of these precious gifts into his pocket and turns to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. “Thank you so much, Starlight.”

You’re startled at first, but slowly, you adjust yourself and hug him back. “You’re welcome, Zuku.”

Fireflies dance around you for a little longer until Izuku finally pulls away, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “I, uh, I wanted to pass you something, actually.” He unfolds a note and hands it to you, a practice you’re so familiar with seeing that you instantly know what this is about. “I didn’t get the right time to pass it to you.”

The note is pure white, and you take a deep inhale and read the words to yourself.

I’m so glad I met you. Today was a blast. Thank you for today.

Somehow, those three sentences are what push you off the edge. One tear slips past your barriers, and soon another flows after as more tears join the first.

Dread and a feeling of longing engulf you a whole as you break down into quiet sobs, clenching the pocket that held your note, your last Secret to him, so tightly your knuckles hurt. You were almost contemplating not giving it to him.

“It’s not fair…” You mumble, body convulsing as you try to clear your tears.

“I promised not to cry.”

Izuku panics almost comically, leaning over you and trying to find a way to stop you from bawling. “Hey, don’t cry! I-I didn’t mean to make you sad, I swear, I just—”

“I told myself that I wouldn’t this year. I never follow through on it.”

Izuku frowns. “What are you talking about—”

“Can I get another hug? Please?”

Izuku relents cautiously, and you wish you could explain it to him but you can’t as time slips away fast. You bury your head into his shoulder, trying to memorise everything. The way you fit into his arms, the way he smells, the way his voice is quiet and so gentle and raw when he’s with you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Izuku asks, patting your head gently.

“Everything.” You mutter, pulling back a little to sit beside him with your back against the tree.

Your tears keep falling, a waterfall of emotions suffocating you as you struggle to get that one word out.

“Stay with me, Izuku.” Your voice comes out broken, as you lean against his shoulder. “Don’t go.”

He’s so much taller now, compared to when you were kids.

He’s stronger too, and he’s not even quirkless.

All things considered, he doesn’t need you anymore.

But you still need him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Izuku soothes. “I’ll be here tomorrow, too you know.”

That only makes you sob harder.

Memories filter in and out of your head as you finger his note, reminiscing on how the past month has gone.

“You will?” You ask, so small and scared because you know he will, but he won’t and it tears you apart inside. “You’d be here so we can continue to tell each other to sleep earlier, even though we’d go ahead and sleep late anyway?” you swallow thickly, throat running dry. “We’d-we’d have so many more Sunday breakfasts that you’d only eat katsudon no matter how hard I’d try. I’d tell you how much I admire your eyes because they’re just so bright despite everything that happened because you’re Izuku, and I’d tell you how I got your nickname because then, I wouldn’t have to lie to you.”

The words are pushing out of your mouth faster than you can process them, and Izuku just listens to them wordlessly, letting you ramble.

“We’d help each other with our nightmares like we always do, 'cause despite the fact that we have therapists I know that going to you is so much better. We can have more Movie Nights until Shoto is finally caught up with his childhood shows, and come here more often for more picnics. When we get into villain attacks, I’d know you’ll always have my back just like you have mine. We’d figure out our shit together by talking on the rooftop, and I’d tell you how I found this clearing as we light up 17 candles on your birthday cake next year…”

You trail off, fingers wrung together tightly. Tears fall as your voice loses all stability. “I’d have more birthdays with you, and I’d actually be celebrating it with you without having to push my thoughts back down. I’d be happy, and I’d be there for you…” You break off into a whisper.

“…And you’d remember me.”

Izuku’s frown creases deeper. He hates seeing you upset. His head is throbbing, spinning as he tries to focus on you. “I won’t forget you.” He promises. What else can he do?

“I wrote you a note.” You finish, completely ignoring him as you shove the note into his hands with your face hidden. “I wrote you a Secret, too.”

Izuku glances at you with curiosity and concern before his eyes drop down to the lime-green Post-it. He has no idea why you’re busting out all of these memories on him as someone had perished, but all he knew was that you—

I love you.

Izuku drops the paper in his lap and whirls to you with shock, eyes blinking rapidly as he stares back at you.

“What—”

“I do, I will, I—” Izuku sputters, face turning red. His head is pounding now, and he struggles to stand when you do. “I don’t understand! Where’s this coming from? What’s with all these lasts and—”

“Shouldn’t we discuss this tomorrow?” You divert, finally wiping your tears away. You square your shoulders and manage a watery smile, before you turn heel and make your way to the path back home. “I’ll explain it all tomorrow. It’s getting late, and I should get home before my parents get worried.” You pause and turn back. Izuku is nodding slowly now, hand outstretched like he wants to catch your wrist, but he doesn’t.

“We can do that. We-we can do that. Just—promise me that you’ll explain everything. I don’t want to be kept in the dark anymore. I need answers. Starlight, please?”

You don’t want to lie, you don’t want to lie, so you just maintain your smile as you whisper, “Whenever you're ready.”

Izuku takes it as a promise, and relaxes with a wobbly smile of his own. “Okay. Goodnight, Starlight.”

You smile, even though it’s painful, and take in a deep breath even though it feels as if you’re inhaling shattered glass. Finally, you work up the courage to say those words, even though it felt like the world was ending in just an hour now.

“Goodbye, Zuku.”

Izuku arrives back at the dorms to be greeted by a new face. His smile lights up his entire face when he bows and greets. “Hi! You must be the new transfer Kacchan told me about. I’m Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you!”

The girl smiles back at him with a warm smile, holding the door wider. Her eyes sparkle like the stars above, and she sticks her own hand out as a greeting.

“My name is Y/n L/n. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the year with you.”

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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would you consider doing a professor presley request on the first night belle slept over? her insecurities making sure he really wants her there, she isn’t taking up space and him needing her to be there in the morning, holding on tight all night and that one little scene where she goes up to go pee and he times her. i love them so much

lover, be good to me

summary: your first official night staying over at graceland as professor's presley's girlfriend manages to go far better than you think it will minus a small hiccup. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t just for a brief implication of sexual activities pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader word count: 1219 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. student and professor relationship ( everyone is of legal age ). use of the nickname belle for the reader. brief mention of past traumatic experiences with past partners. brief mention of imagined violence toward intimate partners. brief concerns about being abandoned. author’s note: so i almost made this not just pure fluff. thought briefly about adding a little bit of smut to it before i decided against it mostly because it felt like that wasn't the point of it. that it really needed to just be the pair of them. once again, this is part of the professor presley universe, see the tag for all the parts and such and never worry about sending me stuff about them because i love them and these two are so near and dear to my heart. picture austin as elvis or elvis, i'm not picky even though i know i see real elvis more. also if you want to be on my taglist for anything, click here and fill the form out. responses are anonymous when it comes to me getting your email, obviously i'll know the tumblr name though.

You know better. You both actually should know better if you honestly think about everything for too long. After everything the two of you have gone through you honestly shouldn't be moving this fast. You've been burned enough times and he's old enough that you both should know better. The two of you shouldn't be wrapping yourselves tighter and tighter around one another as the hours go by. Perhaps though, perhaps you always were wrapped around one another. Perhaps from the moment you sat in his class the two of you caused what would be just a flicker of light- an ember of desire from afar turn into a roaring fire of something akin to love. Who were you kidding, there was nothing akin to about your love for him and his love for you. Nothing small and reserved about how you worried about him and how you both fit so naturally against one another. Almost as if you were made to find each other at this moment in time and no other.

It's only been a week since you had broken down in Elvis's office. A week of bliss between you going to your classes and him teaching his own. A week of bliss that you didn't dare ruin by asking or agreeing to spend the night with Elvis because you know what would happen. Old habits die hard even when presented with such love it threatens to choke you from the sheer intensity of it. Old habits die hard and you're so terrified of waking up to Elvis regretting everything and kicking you out. He wouldn't hurt you but when you sleep sometimes an image of him using his substantial bulk and weight against you, dragging you out of bed, smacking you with his cane until you left comes to unbidden. It terrifies you.

It's Noelle who finally tells you to just try one night with him. One night where you don't leave out of fear of a wake up call he's unlikely to give. You almost tell her you refuse to, that you'll go on doing this stupid little dance where you love him and show him affection and would do anything for him but where you refuse to even consider sleeping at his house overnight. Except after she tells you to try he asks over lunch with such an expectant look that you can't help but say yes. You can't help but feel warm from the inside out as he grins at you and looks like he wants to pick you up and twirl you, his leg be damned.

There's something different about purposefully falling asleep next to him though. Something different about curling up next to him as he reads, his glasses perched on his nose and hushing you when you tell him that it seems a little too dark in the room. You distract him enough that his book is forgotten no more than ten minutes later and you find that both of you are a little sweaty as you lay your head down on his chest, hand playing with his chest hair almost rhythmically until you doze off to the sounds of his snores.

His grip on you is tight, his hand cupping your hip in a way that you're not too sure if his fingers are going to leave bruises. It would be disconcerting when anyone else does it but it soothes something inside your chest. It soothes that angry and scared monster beneath your breast that snarls that he doesn't want you here- not really- and that you're going to need to leave soon before he kicks you out. It soothes the smaller voice inside your head that tells you that you're making him uncomfortable laying on his chest like this. That you're the reason for his snoring and that you should detangle yourself from him before he detangles himself from you. His grip on your hip and the way his arm fills around you and the way his body heat is right next to you has everything quieting down and narrowing your thoughts to just the two of you.

Well. The two of you and how much you kind of need to use the bathroom. You're loathe to leave him but you know better than to try and sleep when you need to go like this. It's a recipe for having to wake up at best ten minutes after you fall back asleep. A pillow is unoccupied behind you and you shimmy just a little to grab it, noting how Elvis shifts in his sleep a little, his grip tightening as he growls in his sleep. Your heart twists at the knowledge that he's going to likely realize you're trying to get up and think maybe you're leaving again when nothing could be farther than the truth. Nothing could be farther than the truth because all you want to do is just stay curled up against him, listening to his heart beat only for you in this moment.

It takes longer than it should to detangle yourself and replace your body with the pillow but when you finally slide off the bed you let out a sigh of relief and start to tiptoe to the bathroom when you hear a sleep addled voice that you realize you want to hear every night for the rest of your life- though perhaps not sounding so hurt.

"Where ya goin', Belle?" He asks, his sleepy eyes somehow still betraying quite a bit of anger.

Your answer is briefly caught in your throat as you frown. "I have to use the bathroom. I'm not- I'm just going to the bathroom."

His arm tightens around the pillow as he stares you down and frowns. "Wait til mornin'."

It almost sounds like a plea, like he doesn't trust that you're going to come back. That his body that's already trying to pull him back into the land of dreams and if he shuts his eyes you'll leave him just like you did that one night. Your chest feels tight just thinking about it as you move close to cup his face, watching as he nuzzles his cheek into your hand.

"I'll be back in a minute, Elvis. I promise. I'm not," you start before bending down to kiss him and place a hand on his chest, "going to leave you. Your heartbeat's lulled me to sleep so well. I've been in such a deep sleep."

His own eyes are starting to shut again, something about your touch comforting him but he can't help the next words that slip from his mouth even if he doesn't mean them. "I'm timin' ya."

"I better get going then, shouldn't i?" You retort, continuing your tiptoe to the bathroom finally and taking less time than you ever think you have in there before coming back out to the pillow where it should be and his arms open for you to burrow back into them. His breathing's evened back out but you can't help but kiss his chest where his heart would be even as your hand moves to play with his chest once more before you fall asleep. As you're dozing off you say three little words.

"I love you."

You swear he says the words back even as he sleeps.

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#elvis presely #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #professor presley #big daddy elvis #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley fluff #elvis presley fic #austin elvis #austin butler elvis #ally writes

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 4 months

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Bereavement (Simon "Ghost" Riley)

[MY MASTERLIST]

Rating: M Words: 800-ish words CW: SPOILERS FOR MW3, grief, mentions of death, stealing from the dead Tags: SPOILERS FOR MW3, Ghostxf!OC (but not in this part), Soap MacTavish's family (mentioned), grief, mentions of death, stealing from the dead Summary: Ghost is going to visit Soap's resting place. He has a lot of feelings. a/n: This is part of my fic, but I had so many feelings while writing this that I wanted to share it as a 'standalone'-ish. Also it made me cry. Also I write a lot of angsty grief.

December 20th, 2023.

Loch Torridon, Scotland

57°35'57.3"N 5°43'39.4"W

2348Hours, T-Minus 12 minutes until midnight

Ghost wasn’t a bereaved man.

He had buried his family and plenty of teammates before. He knew grief, and how to move on; there was no need to dwell on it, relive it, reminisce about it…

But minutes before the one-month anniversary, he, nonetheless, found himself trekking over the uneven terrain toward the cliffs.

If you asked him why he was doing this, he wouldn’t provide an answer. He didn’t have one. He had just gotten in his car and started driving… and eight hours later, here he was.

With only a flashlight to guide him (thanks to his preparedness of always keeping a toolbox in the boot), he moved under cover of night toward the place where they had laid Soap to rest.

Ghost wasn’t a spiritual man.

But something about Soap’s spirit not being honored on the one-month anniversary of his death felt wrong.

Or maybe it was just that Simon didn’t want to be alone in his quarters.

And so he walked.

And walked.

The place they had picked for the release of the ashes was one that Johnny’s 3rd older sister had mentioned that he always liked to go to. A couple of klicks south of a bothy, aka a rain shelter for travelers, there was a set of rocks at the edge of a cliff, where Johnny had once carved his initials: JMT, like all teenage boys do.

Pippa MacTavish had told the three men that her baby brother had taken a girl on a date there once, and had gotten his first kiss on that spot. Ghost was almost sure that the young Johnny and his crush had done more than just ‘kiss’ that night. But he kept his mouth shut. Though, on the inside, he did cheer on the youngin.

Ghost wasn’t a sentimental man.

But he had kept a set of Johnny’s dog tags for himself.

The kid might have been a bit of a wild child and a loose cannon, but he took his gear seriously. Or maybe he was just that proud of his military service. Either way, he had multiple sets of dog tags.

Besides the patch indicating his blood type on his vest, he wore a set of metal tags around his neck, kept another in a small pocket in his pack, and another in his childhood bedroom at home.

Ghost had stolen from the dead many times… both enemies and teammates alike. He never felt guilty before, because it was needed: weapons, ammo, FAKs... Sometimes those stolen pieces of gear had kept Ghost alive when a more morally sound man would’ve died.

He hadn’t been stupid enough to take the ones he was wearing on him, those were his family’s to keep. But Ghost had stuck his hand in Soap’s pack while riding on the convoy and pocketed the spares.

And keeping a set of Soap’s dog tags for himself felt wrong.

So he didn’t tell anyone.

Ghost wasn’t a friendly man.

But he had grown fond of Johnny.

Ghost tried to keep people at a distance, but Johnny had an issue with giving people their personal space, it seems. The bloody Scot had crashed through Simon’s barriers and taken his trust by force.

Soap had made his way into Simon’s cold, dead heart like he was breaking and entering… Then proceeded to say “This is nice and cosy, mind if I stay ‘ere a while?” and despite his objections, the kid had just set up shop and stayed perfectly nestled in.

Like an annoying younger brother…

And Simon couldn’t get mad at that.

Ghost kept moving over the grass, his flashlight pointing downward and a bit ahead so he didn’t trip over a rock or something.

If spirits do exist, then Johnny would surely mock him from the afterlife if he tripped on his way to the ‘memorial’.

With that thought in mind, Ghost decided to be even more careful.

Just as he was coming up the hill, however… He spotted it. The dark silhouette of a person sitting over the rocks.

Only Soap’s family and the 1-4-1 knew about this spot…

Maybe it was a family member of Johnny’s...

But he couldn’t help but feel like it was an intruder… And with Makarov still on the loose, he wasn’t taking any chances.

His right hand slowly palmed the handle of his sidearm as his left quickly turned off his flashlight. He went back to blending in with the darkness of the seaside cliffs.

Then, he slowly began to take silent tentative steps through the darkness, hoping that the cold wind would be enough to mask the sounds of his footfalls as he approached.

He was going to find out who this was.

#ikea writes 💚#cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod fandom #masterlist #simon is greieving #ghoap

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hockeylovee12 · 1 year

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I’m Not Looking for Approval-Luke Hughes

Chapter Two-Sneaking Around

Summary:After meeting Jade at the party Luke and her start getting closer and hanging out more.

The day after the party just as Luke expected he walked downstairs to a handful of hungover teammates.

“Good morning guys” Luke says

“Hughes I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up” a clearly hung over Mark Estapa says

Luke rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Once he shuts the fridge he feels his phone start to vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants and he pulls it out recognizing the name, Jade.

The two stayed up until around three in the morning (when Jade eventually fell asleep) continuing their conversation and laughing at all the drunk noises Lukes roommates were making downstairs over text message.

Luke unlocks his phone and reads over the text sent from Jade

Jade-Hey sorry I literally passed out before getting a chance to respond.

Luke-back no worries how you doing? how’s Kelsey?

Jade-She’s good just hungover how are you roommates

Luke-pissy and hungover

Jade-Oo fun combination

Luke-ya I got some work I gotta get done that’s apparently gonna have to wait till tomorrow

Jade-you could go to the library?

Luke-I’m gonna be honest don’t think I’ve stepped foot in a library since I was in high school

Jade-haha we have a pretty good one I’m heading there in about an hour to get some work down myself

Luke-alright I’ll meet you there ok :)

Luke returns his phone to his pocket and looks up with a smile on his face

“why are you smiling?” Ethan asks making his way to the kitchen

“because unlike the rest of the people in this house I’m not nursing a hangover” Luke mocks

“hughesy if we didn’t need you on our team I would kill you” Mark says

“no you wouldn’t” Luke responds

“trust me I would” Mark replies laying back down on the couch Luke rolls his eyes again and heads upstairs to take a shower.

Afterwards he puts on a pair of jeans that he bought sometime last during the summer when his brothers insisted on going shopping with him because they “don’t trust his style” “and dresses like a dork without help”.

Luke thinks it’s stupid his brothers style sucks although he will admit he does take a lot of stuff from them.

Luke looks in his closet for a t shirt and a jacket to pair with his black jeans and settles on a white long sleeve shirt and a dark blue jacket.

Finally Luke throws on some socks and air forces shortening the laces and leaving them undone then walks back to his bathroom.

Luke comes through his hair until it looks a little less messy and sprays himself with some cologne that he took from his brothers a while back.

Luke grabs his backpack and puts his laptop in the back pocket zipping it up and jogging down the stairs seeing his teammates once again.

Where are you going?” Mackie asks

“Out” Luke replies

Ethan sniffs the air “are you wearing cologne?” He asks

“no now goodbye” Luke lies not wanting to tell anyone where he’s off to and exiting the house pulling out his phone and looking up the directions to the on campus library.

Meanwhile, Jade throws on a pair of leggings and her favorite sweater along with some socks and converse.

Jade adds a little bit of mascara to her lashes and some lip balm before grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

She begins walking to the library and when she gets closer she sees Luke and waves him over.

“Hey” She says

“hey how are you”

“doing good” she says and they both start walking into the library.

The place is nearly empty minus the librarian and a few other students.

Luke and Jade find a table in the back of the library and Jade and Luke both pull out their laptops from their book bags and place them on the table in front of them.

Luke had chosen to enroll in one online class for this semester.

Knowing he was leaving at the end of the season Luke truthfully doesn’t care too much about his studies other than making sure he’s passing in order to play but unfortunately he did get into a little trouble last semester when he started skipping one of his classes not knowing his coach receives attendance reports for his players so rather than scheduling another 7:30 am class that he was not going to show up for Luke opted to take the online version.

The only issue was it’s a session A class so it ends sometime in February and if he doesn’t turn in the work he’ll receive a failing grade and be ineligible to compete in any playoff games assuming Michigan makes it that far.

So once Luke received the email on Thursday that the course will open early he planned on spending the majority of Saturday knocking out as much work as possible.

Jade on the other hand has been looking for summer internships recently and a few of the application require essays so she begin working on that.

Four hours, six modules and two essays later Luke shuts his laptop off

“ok if I stare at this screen any longer my brains gonna explode” Luke says Jade looks over at him

“maybe we should take a break” she suggests

“like a six hour break” Luke says causing Jade to laugh

“maybe not that long” she replies

“what do you wanna do?” She asks

“I want to do anything other than sitting in a library staring at a computer” Luke says Jade smiles at Luke.

The two of them pull out their phones and start looking for different things to do they settle on going downtown to get a bite to eat and walk around.

The two of them put their stuff away and stand up grabbing their backpacks and begin walking towards the front of the library. on their way out Luke nudges Jade then points to a guy in a chair who fell asleep with his face in a book.

“Wow must be a really good book if it puts him to sleep” Jade remarks Luke makes a joke about a book he read in high school called the giver.

Jade responds saying she remembers seeing that movie with a babysitter when she was a kid and falling asleep the pair continues making jokes and laughing while walking towards the doors at the front of the library

“Shhh this is a library it’s no place for shenanigans” The librarian hushes them as they pass the check out station

The pair apologizes holding in a laugh as they walk out the front doors.

They walk back to Luke’s house and get into Lukes car beginning the 15 minute drive to downtown.

The little cafe the chose was pretty empty so they were sat in a booth. After ordering their food the pair begins talking about things around them then the conversation of relationships emerges.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” Luke asks trying to seem as casual as possible

“no I don’t” Jade responds Luke tries to hide the slight smile appearing on her face showing how much pleasure her response gave him

After a few more minutes their food arrives and the pair eat while continuing their chatter.

Afterwards the two settle up the check and exit the restaurant.

Luke and Jade begin walking in the opposite directions of the restaurant towards all the shops.

While walking the begin trading off asking each other random questions treating it as a game “What is one thing in the world you have always wanted to do?” Jade asks

“I would love to win a gold medal” Luke replies

“valid”

“what about you?”

“Mhm probably see the northern lights that’s on my bucket list” She replies

“nice have you ever been to Canada?” Luke asks

“I went once with my mom and dad when I was really young?”

“Cool”

“what’s your favorite animal?” Jade asks

“probably a giraffe” Luke responds

“because there tall?” She jokes

“no no one of my favorite memories is my grandad taking me to the zoo and putting me on his shoulders so I could feed the giraffes and ever since then they have just been my favorite” Luke explains

“that’s a really cute story” Jade says Luke smiles then begins thinking of his next question he notices a tattoo parlor to his left and asks “do you have any tattoos?”

“I have a butterfly on the back of my neck” Jade replies stopping in her tracks and turning around to show him

“wow that’s pretty cool” Luke says

“do you have any?” Jade asks

“what a tattoo?” Luke asks Jade nods her head

“no my family would kill me my parents hate tattoos” Luke says

“So do mine but it’s my body so I did it anyway. Have you ever wanted one?”Jade asks

“ya there have been a few of over the years I’ve thought about I’ve always thought about getting 1932 tattooed it’s the year my grandad was born he was a big part of my life but I don’t know my parents wouldn’t like it and I’ve never had the time either” Luke explains

“I mean if it’s something you want you make time” Jade says

“Ya you’re right I don’t know I might get one when I’m older” Luke says they continue their walk asking random questions and going in and out of shops looking around.

Around 6 pm the sun starts to set as the pair walks out of a local shop that sells name licenses plates along with other knickknacks.

Jade shivers a little as the wind starts blowing in the trees “here why don’t you take my jacket” Luke offers

“oh no that’s ok” Jade says

“no I insist” Luke says taking off his jacket and wrapping it around Jade.

Jade thanks him and the two start walking back in the direction of where Luke parked his car.

Once they reach the car Luke gets in the drivers side and Jade in the passengers and Luke drives them back to Jades apartment.

Luke walks her up to her apartment and Jade begins taking off his jacket handing it back to him.

Jade thanks him for a good day telling him she had a fun time.

“Me too you should let me know next time you need a study buddy and I’ll be down” Luke tells her

“I’ll do that” Jade tells him.

Luke says goodbye as Jade unlocks her apartment door and he starts walking back down to his car then drives back to his house parking and walking inside.

The downstairs area was empty and most of the mess from last night had been picked up.

“Where you been?” A voice startles him. He turns around and sees Mackie.

“Jeez dude you scared me” Luke says

“sorry man but where you been all day you left at like 11 and it’s like almost 7 did you go to visit your parents?” Mackie asks

“no no I went to the library for a few hours then I went downtown and hung out” Luke says

“alone?” Mackie asks Luke contemplates being truthful here because Jade is just a friend and he knows his roommates will ask a bunch of questions about it if he mentions her

“I just went with a friend you don’t know them but it was fun what are you up to?” Luke answers then quickly changing the subject

“nothing man we’ve all just been hanging out I think Mark and Ethan dragged Dylan to some sports bar to watch a basketball game with a few of the other guys they left about half an hour ago I’m heading out to join them in a few minutes wanna come?”Mackie offers

“no thanks man I’m just gonna hang out here tonight I think one of my brothers are playing tonight so I’ll probably watch their game then head to bed” Luke says remembering the Canucks have a game tonight.

“Alright well I’ll see you later” Mackie says

“see ya” Luke responds watching as Mackie exits the house.

Luke walks upstairs and changes out of his clothes into some sweats and a hoodie before jogging back down and turning on the Canucks game.

Over the next few days Jade and Luke continue seeing each other.

They met up after Luke got out of practice on Monday and Luke went back to Jades apartment when her roommates were out and they watched a few movies together in Jades room until midnight when Luke went back home.

On Tuesday they ran into each other about an hour before Luke had to go to practice and they grabbed coffee together at a coffee shop on campus. Luke ended up having to leave after 45 minutes in order to not be late for practice and have his coach kill him but thankfully he made it just in time and ran straight to the locker room to dress out.

A few of the guys were already changed and questioned where he had been and why he was almost late. Luke just told him he’d got caught up doing something.

Wednesday went similar he spent most of the day with Jade choosing to skip one of his classes to hang out with her.

Which wasn’t the best idea because at practice that night coach made him run a few extra laps during warm up which didn’t go unnoticed by a few of his teammates including his captain Nolan Moyle.

“Hey Luke” Moyle says approaching Luke in the dressing room after practice “hey Moyle what’s up?” Luke says slipping on his shoes after dressing out

“nothing what’s been going on with you?” Nolan asks

“what do you mean?” Luke asks

“you’ve been awful busy for the first week back you know almost being late to practice, skipping class, staying out till midnight? Is everything ok?” Nolan asks with a bit of concern in his tone

“ya ya everything is fine just been busy but don’t worry I’m ready for this weekend” Luke assures his captain finishing up putting on his shoes.

Nolan starts to say something trying to find the words but Luke beats him to it “hey I gotta go but I’ll uh talk to later and I’ll see you tomorrow ok” Luke says grabbing his bag and walking out of the locker room.

Luke doesn’t wait for the rest of his roommates and instead just starts walking home.

Once he gets back he starts texting Jade. Luke has an away game this weekend and tomorrow afternoon he leaves for Ohio.

He has only has one class in the morning at 8am and he has to be at the rink at 3 so he asks Jade if she wants to come over knowing the rest of his roommates have class until 1 which works out perfectly because so does she.

On Thursday Jade comes over and they hang out for a little bit after Lukes class and she leaves a few minutes before Lukes roommates get back.

Around 2:30 Luke and his roommates walk to the rink and start getting ready to get on the bus to Ohio.

The ride is pretty chill only a few hours Luke puts on his headphones and texts Jade for a little bit completely ignoring everything and everyone else around him.

The team gets checked in at the hotel and they get put into their assigned rooms. Like usual Luke is rooming with his best friend Dylan.

Around 8 the team meets for a team dinner and then they are given a bit of free time before curfew at 11. Their coaches do a room check making sure everyone is back and in their rooms by 11:30 and then Luke goes to bed.

Friday went by pretty fast they had team breakfast then practice on the ice and then team meetings. From 12-3 the boys were given free time until they had to get back to the rink. The game starts at 6:30 and they start getting ready around 4:30. Well getting ready for his game Luke gets a text from Jade.

Good luck at your game tonight :)

Luke smiles “hey hughesy watcha smiling at?” One of the seniors Jay Keranen asks

“nothing” Luke says texting back thanks before shutting his phone off.

The wolverines end up losing the game. 3-2 in a shootout. All the guys are pissed and Coach gives them a lecture about communication in the locker room before dismissing them.

Luke does the rest of the team activities for the night before heading to his room with Dylan.

“Hey Mackie, Mark and a few other guys are gonna go play cards downstairs” Dylan says

“cool have fun” Luke says Dylan gives Luke a confused look which he doesn’t see because his eyes are practically glued to his phone.

Dylan leaves the room and then Luke FaceTimes Jade.

The two talk until Luke hears Dylan and a few of the other boys in the hallway and he says bye to Jade before hanging up and getting in bed pretending to be asleep when Dylan comes in before actually falling asleep.

The next day Michigan gets another chance at Ohio state and they win 7-3. Luke got 2 assists and a goal so he was pumped. That night Jade texted him a congratulations telling him she watched the game. That night Luke went to bed happy and ready to get back to Michigan.

A/N I hope you guys enjoy! As I have previously mentioned I do typically write these chapters in one sitting because my brain just works that way and I typically don’t proofread over them. This chapter was a little random but it got me where I needed to be so more to come! And feel free to give me any advice or suggestions in my asks!

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sincerely yours, s.jy.

chapter 02. groomsmen. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

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synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed

"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"

02. GROOMSMEN

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— APRIL ‘22

"EH? DIDN'T I tell you to go home and rest? You look more nervous than your mother," Kyung-Mi spoke, frowning at the sight of the evident eye bags and tired look that captured your features. Skimming over the array of make up essentials that would be used for the day by all the bridesmaids and bride herself, she picks up moisturizer to begin.

"She stayed up all night rewriting her speech and then she got a call about a wardrobe malfunction with the boys," Hiah answered, eyes focused on the mirror as she curled her hair with her make up already done.

"Can't have a wedding with the grooms suit ruined now can we?" You said through a yawn causing Kyung-Mi to pause as she did so.

"That idiot," The eldest of the three rolls her eyes. Warming up the primer within her hands, she carefully applies it to your skin causing you to shut your eyes. "How did he manage to mess up the suit that early?"

"Apparently when he was unzipping the garment bag, it got caught on the suit. He tugged too hard trying to undo it and ripped the material, one of the buttons popped off in the process too," You explain, a small sigh leaving your lips at the thought. "They panicked and we're going to attempt to fix it themselves but luckily one of them thought to call me instead. I managed to fix it within the hour but who knows how much worse it could've ended up with six men and no knowledge of sewing attempting to fix a hole the size of a quarter,"

"But you got it fixed yeah?" Kyung-Mi reiterates as you nod absentmindedly. "Then relax, you've done all you can and everything's running as it should. Today will play out like it's intended to kid, you've done your best,"

YOU WALKED THROUGH the corridor. Your make up was done, hair styled in a half up-do with cascading curls, and your dress finally placed on for the final debut. T-minus roughly 45-minutes until the wedding ceremony.

As you made your way to the hall which would lead into the beautifully decorated place where people should soon be filling in, you saw numerous of the groomsmen and bridemaids huddled together in a frenzy as well as Iseul, the wedding planner, in the midst. Frowning your brows, you picked up your pace and got closer to the group.

"What are we supposed to do? He can't walk,"

"Exactly, he can't walk. There's nothing we can do,"

"Iseul-ssi, surely there's a back-up? It's Nadia and Myung-jun's big day,"

"Ah, what bad luck really,"

Seemingly feeling outside eyes looking in, Jungwon looked around before his gaze landed upon you who stood silently a few feet away. You stayed focused on Cho Seok, one of Myung-jun's closest friends from work who had unfortunately slipped on water that had dripped from the vases that were taken inside the room before as he was practicing for the ceremony. With his older age getting to him, the fall that would've been mere to everyone else had caused a grave pain to his side, causing a throbbing injury throughout his knee and making it hard to walk.

"___-ssi," Jungwon spoke softly, pulling you from your trance and in return causing those around to halt their conversation as well. Each looked up, nervousness and pity flowing throughout them knowing how hard you had been attempting to make the wedding go smoothly and now things seemed to take a turn for the worse.

Shaking your head, you stepped closer to Seok. Crouching down to his level, you sent him a soft smile as you gently grabbed hold of his arm. "Are you okay Seok-nim?"

Seok visibly relaxed upon seeing that you weren’t upset with him for ruining an essential part of the wedding, and even if you were, you made sure not to show it. Your display put everyone else at ease, including Iseul who began to think of a solution but Jungwon already brewed an idea of his own.

"Yes, I'm fine," He replies, a grateful smile sent to you in return. Nodding, you turned to Iseul expectantly who opened her mouth to speak.

"We can cut the bridesmaids and groomsmen pairs to four instead of five. Of course we'll have to improvise the dance and I'll need to check with the bride and groom but that's best case scenario as we're short on time now," She explained, checking over her watch which displayed forty minutes out. Gaining nods on agreement from those there, including you who listened carefully and figured it was the only solution available, the atmosphere was lifted but still stiff considering things weren't going to be as planned.

"Excuse me," Jungwon cautiously spoke up. Gaining the groups attention, he shifted on his feet, nearly backing out with their beady eyes weighing him down but your curious gaze caused him to clear his throat and pursue with what he wanted to say. "I, um, I can get someone to fill in the spot. If you'll let me, he'll be able to do the dance too so it won't make everyone else change the choreography,"

Looks were spared between the group but ultimately, they ended up falling upon you who sat silently. Contemplating the idea, your eyes stayed trained on Jungwon who met your gaze confidently, although his hands were fumbling behind his back out of nervousness. After a few moments, you nodded.

"Please," Was all you said, the single word enough indication for the boy to get moving.

Quickly Jungwon took off in the opposite direction, roaming through the large corridors in search of his friends. Making his way to the dressing room where he had left them with his father earlier, he hears loud voices coming within knowing they're inside.

Swinging the door open, the abrupt noise caused the three to freeze. The two boys who sat along the couch held their pillows mid-air pointed at one another while the third was holding a bag of candy, a handful half-shoved within his mouth.

Not bothering to comment on their state, Jungwon pointed to a finger to one. "Hyung, come with me,"

"GOD, HIAH I'M gonna throw up," You mumble, a hand pressed to your head as the younger girl attempted to fan you with the bouquet of flowers she held.

"Don't say that, you'll ruin the dress," Hiah teases, attempting to lighten the air but you merely send her a half smile in return. They were five minutes out until the ceremony would begin. Jungwon was nowhere to be seen, the entire line up pairing was switched due to Seok's unfortunate accident, and the only person that seemed to be absolutely losing her mind over it was you. Well, you and Iseul who happened to be pacing and speaking over her wakie-takie every minute to her staff.

Even your mom seemed to be in better state. In fact, she didn't even seem the slightest bit worried, the only nerves coming from the excitement of marrying her beloved rather than the mishaps that had occurred throughout the day. It was as if you took on the role of stressing over the incidents and it made you feel like you aged 20 years in the process.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded with two boys running toward the wedding group. Greeting and profusely apologizing to Nadia, who laughed it off with a pearly smile, they were ushered to their positions by Iseul with only two minutes left.

"___-ssi, this is my friend, Jay. Jay hyung, this is ___," Jungwon quickly introduces, his hand gesturing between the two of you before he notices Hiah to his left. "And this is Hiah,"

"Eh? I'm older than you!" Hiah scolds but her voice was drowned out by you and Jay both simultaneously greeting one another with a bow.

"Nice to meet you," Jay added, a friendly smile placed upon his lips as your eyes widened.

"You too," You hum, suddenly less tense than before while Iseul claps her hands.

"Alright, positions! The ceremony begins now!"

Muffled music began to play from within the closed reception hall. Being the maid-of-honor and best man, Kyung-Mi stood at the front with Park-nim (Jungwon's dad lol I don't know his name), behind them came you and now Jay, then Hiah and Jungwon. Then there was the last two pairs trailing behind.

The first pairing went ahead per Iseul's indication. Waiting a few moments with perfect timing due to her watching her watch intently, Iseul quickly gestured for the second duo to begin their way down the walkway. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you laced your arm with Jay's and kept your head leveled forward.

Following the pace that was practiced to the instrumental piano that played throughout the room, you could feel the nervousness begin to brew over within the pit of your stomach. Absentmindedly tightening the grip you held on the sleeve of Jay's suit, he resisted the urge to glance over to you. As you reached the end of the carpeted aisle at the front of the room where the groom stood, eyes already watering with a wide smile placed on his features at the sight of his soon to be daughter, Jay made sure to give your hand a reassuring squeeze before parting to opposite sides.

Your mind went on autopilot. Your grip on the bouquet of flowers the only thing you were aware of. It wasn't that you weren’t happy, in fact, you were ecstatic for your mother and father in law. You knew that they were good for one another and would continue to be for years to come.

But for the last couple of month leading up to the wedding, you had done nothing but try your best to make everything the utmost perfect it could be for your mother. Now that it was happening in real time, your mind and body didn't know how to catch up.

It felt fast, far too fast in the moment. But in reality you stood up at the front with a warm smile full of adoration and responsive to every word and action spoken between the couple. Even shedding tears at the vows that you heard a hundred times over but no matter how many revision and how many cheesy lines Myung-jun snuck into his speech, you couldn't help but be filled with love.

And unknowingly, as you stood at the front, a boy sat in the audience near the back. A boy from your once upon a time that you truthfully forgot about because you thought he forgot about you the day you met.

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That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch13 (on AO3)

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··· Waverider, Temporal Zone, T minus 66 minutes until timeline settles ··· The lights came back on in the Waverider’s secondary lab, and Sara nearly jumped out of her skin. Martin stood in front of her, completely solid again. Jax was too, flailing in Mick’s arms. “I’m okay, big guy, I’m back again!” the younger half of Firestorm yelped. “What just happened?” Sara demanded, making sure everyone in the room was okay. “Where did you go?” Amaya helped Jax steady himself. “I’m not sure.” Jax looked past Sara to Martin. “But we really need to get back home.” “We’ve left Ronnie alone too long,” the professor agreed. “He might become unstable.” “The last time you merged with him was… when?” Nate blinked hard. “I met Ronnie when we all went back… for some reason. It’s like there’s a big blank spot in my head. There’s three parts to Firestorm in this timeline now. But I can’t remember why only two of you—” “Enough chatting,” Mick barked, glaring around the room. “Gideon, get us back to Central City—without the month-skipping this time.” “Time jumps are unadvisable until the new timeline crystalizes,” the AI apologized. “What’s the sudden rush, Mick?” Ray stared incredulously. “Doesn’t matter.” Mick glared at him. “As long as we get back before February 2017.” “Okay, what am I missing now?” Sara didn’t think stabilizing Ronnie was the only reason Jax and Martin were anxious to go home. Why did Mick want to go back too, though? And why did she have the urge to visit Keystone City? “We’ve got one hour left, Rip.” Sara turned to their former captain. “We can’t go anywhere from here until the timeline settles anyway. If you know what we’re missing, tell us.” “I cannot.” Rip sank down into a chair. “My memories are as incomplete as yours now.” Something about those words stirred a memory in Sara’s mind—a sterile room, white light, a tall, narrow cylinder. No, a containment chamber. “I’m n-not s-supposed to touch it! Doctor Thawne s-says it’s t-too d-d-dangerous for m-me.” That voice sounded familiar. She’d heard it so recently, but her mind was full of blanks. She wished she had her phone to call— Nothing. The memories remained out of reach. Gideon’s shifting headlines still showed Barry and Len in their signature suits. For one fleeting moment, Sara thought she saw a photo of Iron Heights and glimpsed the deep green of the Arrow suit. This was ridiculous. They’d fought Civil War zombies, prevented an American president from making the Cold War even worse, stopped the reshaping of the whole country, even. Through time itself, they’d chased down a would-be dictator then fought an evil speedster and his coterie of self-interested villains. After all that, what couldn’t they handle?

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My new Karen neighbor tried to destroy my water line in the middle of a winter storm, but I caught her on camera, so I'm about to destroy her life instead. So I received notice in October that my apartment was raising my rent by $200 in a single year, starting in December. I like renting, genuinely, because I can just call them and say something's broken, and then I come home and it's fixed. I've never had a problem, but a 20% rise in rent in one year is ridiculous. The morning I opened the rent increase notice, I happened to see a cute manufactured home with a For Sale sign on my way to work. I pulled it up on my phone and called the realtor. This was Monday. She indicated the sellers didn't want it shown until Wednesday, and we scheduled a showing. I put in an offer the next day, and they accepted 10 minutes later. Yey for me, I guess, signed and closed 10 days later. It was an incredibly easy transaction and process, and that made me very happy. Well, on my move in day in early November, The retiree neighbor on my left approached me while I was helping the movers with my stuff, and the first words out of her mouth were, Are you going to do anything about these leaves that keep blowing into my yard from yours?

Eventually, it came to a head when I told her, I understand that you like to keep your lawn tidy. Can you at least try to understand that I have been working 60 and 70 hour weeks while moving and I am doing my very best? The property management company that runs the park straight up told me I was in the clear and not in violation of anything. I've had no contact with her since she realized I'm not going to capitulate to her. This most recent Friday, when we had frigid temperatures and high winds in the evening, I flushed my toilet and realized it wasn't refilling. I tested my taps, no water. It was already too dark, so I went to the store to get water for myself and the cats. In the morning, once it was light out, I put on my coveralls and headed out into the minus 22 degrees Fahrenheit weather to investigate. The water supply comes out of the ground outside of trailer skirt, then goes through the skirt to the supply. The previous owners had built a well-insulated box around the water supply, but the access hatch was unlocked and cracked open.

I sighed, and I called my father and told him I needed to borrow his heating tool. He offered to drive it over, but the weather was so bad with blowing snow that I told him even in his truck, he'd get stuck. So I went trekking over there. I'm fuming the entire way because I could have sworn I latched that door when I was checking my winterizing list. I could have sworn. Eventually, after 15 minutes of using the heating tool, the water started flowing. I got back inside and got under my blankets to warm up after being in the Arctic conditions for nearly 2 hours at that point. I still can't get over it. I know I latched the door. So on a whim, I propped my laptop in the window and set it up to video record and went on with my day. I woke up Sunday morning to temperatures of minus 33 degrees Fahrenheit weather and went to fill up the cat's water bowl. No water again. What the frick? I put on my coveralls and headed out. The access door was cracked open again. I got the heating device out again and got the water going again.

So I checked my laptop, and not 2 hours after I started the laptop recording, the neighbor Karen comes waddling across her driveway and walks over to my trailer. She leans over by the water and messes with the door before waddling back to her trailer. I put on my coat and walked over there with my laptop. When she answers, Oh, hi, op. What brings you over today? All cheery and two-faced. I just opened my laptop without saying a word and hit play. She just starts stuttering, trying to come up with some BS. I interrupt her and tell her I'll be forwarding it to the office and walk away. On Monday, the office called me and informed me that they would be addressing the issue. They mentioned that it would be incredibly helpful if there was a police report. I gladly called the non-emergency line and scheduled a time for an officer to come out after work. The cops arrived just as I was walking home. We went in and I detailed everything and showed them the video. They wanted a copy, so I gave it to them. They asked me to show them the water line, so we headed out there.

They took some photos while we were outside. The entire time we were there, Karen was looking out her kitchen window. They noticed she was home as well and offered to trespass her. I headed back in, and they eventually knocked, telling me they spoke to her and trespassed her. They gave me a copy of the police report number and forwarded it to the office. While we were out there, a neighbor couple across the street was outside and asked me if everything was okay. I said was that I had video proof that Karen had actually opened my water access to freeze my pipes, and their eyes went wide. Their cover over the water line was also removed, broken off, and his water line froze too on Friday, and the repairs were broken again on Saturday. It turns out Karen has an ongoing beef with them because they have a pride flag they refuse to take down. So the police went over there to get their statements, too. Karen's husband came home an hour ago, then came over shortly after to ask me to retract my complaint against them with the office as a misunderstanding. Misunderstanding? Your wife was intending to destroy my water lines in the middle of a winter storm, which would have me thousands of dollars to fix.

He pulls out his checkbook. So what's this going to cost me? I reply, Well, I bought the place for 40K, so let's call it an even 45K, and I'll straight up tell the office I fabricated the entire thing. He said he was serious, and I said I was, too. He says they're on the verge of being evicted and kicked off the lot and that she has problems. Sounds like the neighbors and I should go in on a bunch of security cameras to ensure that happens then. So we'll see. I wasn't going to set up my server, but I'm going to do that tonight with a couple of my webcams on some Raspberry Pi computers. I just can't trust this woman. All because of some leaves and a pride flag. Update one. Well, it's been interesting. I installed four cameras, one on each corner of my trailer and one on my covered porch. I took my other cameras and installed them over at the neighbors across the street who had their water line frozen, too. She watched me install them from her kitchen window and waddled over a little later to look at them and flip me off.

She has been repeatedly flipping off at the cameras. On trash day last week, she cheerfully asked me to help remove her trash cans to the curb when I was walking by with my groceries. I'll admit I snored it and was petty. I put my groceries down and went to every lot on the street and pulled their trash to the curb except for hers. The nice old lady across the street invited me to Rummy Cube night. At first, I declined. She said they were going to dish about Karen. I said I already had my shoes off and that I was in for the night. She then said, We drink wine, smoke green, and play Rummy Cube. Okay, I'll get my shoes. These ladies were awesome. Great batch of new friends acquired. I got all the gossip about Karen, and my head was spinning after it all. So here are some highlights. Karen has four adult children. Her three daughters haven't spoken to her in more than 12 years. The last daughter to speak to her actually who lived on the other side of my place, but they had a falling out so huge that her daughter sold her home and moved across town to get away from her.

Her son is the only one in the family speaking to her. Karen used to be part of another monthly gathering of a bunch of retirees in the community, but she was kicked out after she kept going on tirades about the guy who owned my place before and harassing the rainbow couple that lived on the street. The beef she had with the previous owner of my place started over, of all things, yard waste. Grass clippings, to be exact. So at least she's reliable, I suppose. It also explains her deal with the leaves. In response to her BS about him leaving grass clippings on the lawn, He also stopped raking up leaves. So that explains that in a way. In short, she's just a toxic old no-life woman who gets off on starting beef with her neighbors. And her husband paying people off is also apparently a theme, as well as he tried to do with me. The most egregious thing that made my blood boil just hearing it. A few years ago, she went off on this rant about a young guy in the park walking his dog twice every day, and she kept going on about not letting the dog take a dump on the grass.

Well, one day the dog decided to relieve itself there, and as the guy was picking up his dog's waist, she maced both of them with pepper spray. Hubby paid the guy off. The Katie hosting Rummy Night talks to Karen. She says that Karen was complaining about me putting up cameras and how gauche it makes the neighborhood look. After taking a fat rip, she says, So I say to her, Karen, honey, if you're so worried about what's gauche, you probably shouldn't have tried to freeze his pipes in the middle of the worst winter storm we've had this decade. And then he wouldn't be installing cameras to protect his property. Apparently, Karen's response to that was that I should have taken care of my leaves. So Karen hates grass clippings, leaves, rainbows, and being a decent human being. She's been taken care of by her husband, covering up her BS, and she's just so incredibly toxic that three of her own children don't speak to her or let her grandchildren see her. As far as the property managers go, I was assured they are taking this very seriously but cannot disclose what actions they are taking to me.

Fortunately, Karen can't help herself from gossiping or throwing herself under the bus. And after another fat rip, the Rummy host told me that she received a letter from their lawyers with a correct or quit notice that any more complaints will result in an eviction. So yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing how long she can last before getting evicted, but not as much as I'm looking forward to hosting these awesome old ladies this Friday. I'm going to teach them how to play settlers of Qatar.

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Congratulations on Not Dying (Happy Birthday, Chris!) [Chapter One]

Summary: This is Part Sixteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Christopher Herrmann/Cindy Herrmann, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, pre-Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Language, Light Angst, People Making Bad Decisions

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arc exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One

Bex

Chris was turning forty and she would have made a big deal out of it no matter what, but—

He also almost died this year.

Bex really hated thinking about how close she came to losing him so to counteract all of that, she’d thrown herself into planning the best surprise party ever.

She just wanted a moment where everyone came together to show their love for Chris not because he was hurt, but because he was still there.

If she’d asked him about having a party, he’d have downplayed the idea of a celebration—probably would have suggested they all have a beer at Molly’s aka something they did every week anyway. Hence why she’d gone rogue with a surprise.

Everything was coming together perfectly.

She had them booked into the party room at one of Chris’s favourite restaurants. There’d be plenty of room for eating and mingling and dancing. The cake was ordered. Most of the decorations were bought. She had plenty of people on board to help with set up.

It was going to be amazing.

So far, the hardest part was getting Chris out of the way. Cindy had plans to whisk him and the kids away to the Lincoln Park Zoo for the day, but he was still making noise about working at Molly’s that evening. Cindy said if worst came to worst, she’d just shove him in the trunk.

The regular support staff was covering the bar so he couldn’t complain about that later (he still would, bless his frugal little heart) and a babysitter was booked in for the kids.

Bex looked at the clock. Seven a.m. T-minus twelve hours until party time.

No problem.

“Bex, I’m so sorry, but I got called in,” Will said as he rushed into the kitchen and poured himself a coffee.

“What? No!” Will was supposed to be one of her main helpers. He knew the whole plan from start to finish. Jay was supposed to help too, but he’d been…off the past couple of days.

She knew why. Erin had gone back to New York and it didn’t take a genius to read between the lines about what had gone down between the two of them after seeing them at Molly’s that last night.

They were both adults. They could make their own decisions.

Bex just wished they hadn’t made that particular decision. Not when she knew how much it had to be hurting Jay especially. People didn’t always see it, but just like Will, when Jay loved, he did it with his whole heart. And the people he loved kept leaving him.

He wasn’t talking about it to her yet and she was giving him space, but the clock was ticking on that. Brooding Jay was always a recipe for disaster.

Ugh. And now she was left with wrangling Brooding Jay all on her own.

“Please tell me it’s not a whole shift,” she begged Will. “I know you have to go, but I really wanted everyone to be there tonight.”

“Don’t worry,” he assured her as he started throwing things into his lunch bag. “They only need me to cover part of someone else’s shift so I’ll be done by two. Four max.”

She shot him a dubious look.

“I’ll be there!” He grabbed his stuff, gave her a quick one-armed hug, and hurried out the door.

Bex frowned after him and picked up her phone.

Bex: Hey! Are you working today?

Connor: Yup, but only until 4. I’ll still make it to the party.

Bex: Excellent. You’ve been drafted into Official Party Business. Officially.

Connor: That sounds ominous.

Bex: Will got called in. Your job is to make sure he leaves with you today. Please!

Connor: Sure

Bex: I know stuff might happen and you guys might have to stay. I get it. Bex: But if it’s at all possible to leave on time, please please please make it happen!

Connor: Bex. I’m on it. Don’t worry.

Bex: Thank you!!!

Okay. She huffed out a breath. That was the best she could do on that front. With almost everyone in their circle working as first responders, missing out on events was unavoidable sometimes, but she had her fingers crossed that the majority of their gang would be able to make it out for this one.

Her phone buzzed and she swiped to check the new message.

Jay: Sorry, Bex – going to be late. Have to head into work for a bit. Will try to be quick.

Bex banged her phone against her forehead a few times before responding.

Bex: No worries! Will you still be able to pick up the balloons later?

Jay: Yup

Bex: Awesome. Thank you!

She tossed her phone down onto the kitchen table and scrubbed a hand down her face. Okay. Not the end of the world. Jay still grabbing the balloons was a huge help. She still had other helpers.

It was going to be fine.

Her phone rang. The number for the restaurant flashed across the screen and she answered it.

“Ms. Herrmann, this is Kaitlyn from Arturo’s. I am so sorry, but we have to cancel your booking for today. There’s been a flood in the kitchen and we have to close for repairs.”

Kaitlyn went on about a possible rebooking date and somehow Bex managed to politely decline and hang up.

Well.

Shit.

***

Super Secret Birthday Party Group Chat – Team 51

Bex: 911 EMERGENCY SOS HELP Bex: ANYONE WHO IS AVAILABLE PLEASE COME TO MY PLACE

Kelly: What the hell, Bex?

Bex: NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS

Matt: We should probably just go there.

***

Bex

Twenty minutes later, Matt, Kelly, Gabi, Shay, Stella, Sylvie, Otis, Joe, Capp, Tony, Uncle Mouch, Uncle Bo, and Donna were all crammed into her living room.

Bex paced the floor in front of them as she explained the situation. “So, we have no venue, no food, no tables, no seating, no dishes, no music, and no dance floor,” she said, ticking the items off on her fingers. “All we have is a few decorations and balloons once Jay picks them up. And a cake as long as the bakery is still running.”

She ran a hand through her hair. “Maybe I should call them and make sure.”

Donna looked up from her phone, pausing the rapid-fire texting she’d been engaged in. “Cindy’s suggesting we use their house.”

“Won’t they be home before the party starts?” Bex asked. "Kind of defeats the purpose of a surprise."

“Cindy says she can keep him busy,” Donna shrugged. “The backyard is nice and big. The kitchen has plenty of room for us to cook. I’m guessing that’s the only way we’re going to manage food at this point.”

“I think Fifty-One can handle a proper barbeque,” Uncle Bo said with a confident nod.

That was…that was definitely a good start. Bex was starting to feel a little less grim about the whole thing. “What about tables and chairs? Do we need tablecloths?”

“I’ve got a buddy with a connection at a party supply place,” Matt said. “It’s a bit of a drive to get there, but he should be able to set us up with tables and chairs. If we take my truck and Capp’s, I think we could do it in one trip.”

“And we don’t necessarily need tablecloths, Bex,” Stella said, getting up to pace and plan with her. “We could get some tea lights for the tables and some fairy lights for the yard?”

Bex nodded, getting into the idea.

“And honestly,” Shay chimed in. “No one is going to stress if we have paper plates for this. None of us are fancy."

"Speak for yourself,” Uncle Mouch sniffed before cracking a smile.

Donna swatted at him with a laugh. “You know you’ve got plenty of hands willing to help out with the food,” she said to Bex. “We can do a big shop and take it all over to Chris and Cindy’s.”

“The restaurant refunded my money so I think I can still cover most of this,” Bex said, doing the math in her head.

“We’ll chip in too,” Kelly offered and everyone else nodded.

“I can do a beer and booze run from our supplier,” Gabi offered. “Get us a bit of a discount.”

“My cousin’s a DJ and he owes me a favour,” Otis piped up. “He’s got a portable dance floor too. It’s not huge, but I think it would fit in with what we’re setting up.”

“That would be amazing,” Bex said, her shoulders finally starting to lose some of their tension. “Thank you so much, all of you. Seriously, this is amazing.”

“It’s what we do, Baby Herrmann,” Uncle Bo said, wrapping her up in a hug. “You know that.”

She really did. And she’d never stop feeling grateful for it.

But she could be grateful and organized at the same time.

“Okay, huddle up,” she said. “We’ve got just over ten hours to make this happen.”

***

Will

Will felt awful for abandoning Bex, but he couldn’t leave the ED in the lurch either. They were short-staffed and he didn’t have all the details, but he heard they were getting slammed.

He jogged up the sidewalk and headed for the glass doors.

A quiet whine had him pausing until he heard it again.

There, to the right of the doors, tied up to a post by the bushes was a shaggy brown dog with the saddest little face.

“Hey, fella,” Will said, crouching a slight distance away and holding out a hand. The dog crept forward and sniffed at him before nudging into his hand. Will took the invitation and gave him a few pats. “What are you doing out here, hunh? Where’s your owner? Inside?”

The dog sighed and laid down at his feet.

“I’ll go check, okay?” He gave the dog one more pet before standing and walking inside where he instantly got swept up in the chaos of the ED.

***

Chris

Cindy had that look in her eye and she’d been on her phone more than usual.

Something was up.

But seeing as how it was his birthday…

He’d allow it.

Chris grinned to himself before noticing one of his children attempting to scale the fence of yet another enclosure. For pete’s sake—

“Annabelle!”

Hopefully they all survived to see whatever it was Cindy had up her sleeve. Click here for Chapter Two Click here for Chapter Three Click here for Chapter Four Click here for Chapter Five

Click here to read Congratulations on Not Dying (Happy Birthday, Chris!) on ao3:

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Hi love! Here for the mash up!

Well, I’m a light skinned Black Latina with a big dark Afro and brown eyes. I’m about 163cm (minus the hair) and I wear glasses.

I speak Portuguese, English and French which makes learning languages a hobbie for me. I love studying, especially if it involves history or philosophy. I also love reading, watching movies and talking about them, and I’m a huge Disney fan. I also love some good homemade food, traveling and music is my oxygen - I’m into a little bit of everything.

I’m a Sagittarius with a Gemini rising — don’t ask me what that means, I don’t get much about astrology. I’m a INFJ-T and a very introverted person until I get to know someone better! Very grumpy in the morning, talkative to the extreme and sometimes funny and silly. I’m very determined and creative in my life.

My love language is quality time with a hint of physical touch. I love to spend time with the people I love no matter if it is staying in, going out or crossing an ocean to explore a new country. I love good communication and vulnerability, makes me feel safe!

I dislike petty, annoying people, repeating noises, not being heard, disorganization and lack of compromise - just to name a few!

Just please don’t match me with Max or Checo! Not my favorites hihihi

Thank you already 🤍 lots of love!

Hi love! Sorry for the wait. I absolutely love your ask because I can see some similarities we have and I tried really to work on it. Hope you like it! <3💙

This is only my opinion, so be sure to let me know what you think about it later : )

LET US GET STARTED!

Header by @dvluc

Your match is...

☆George Russell☆

You are a language girl? He loves that about you. George would start learning new languages with you. He was never really into studying, but with you it´s much more fun plus you are his motivation. You get to test each other randomly if you didn´t forget some new words. You both would encourage each other when needed to use that certain language instead of English like usually.

He would have incredible respect for your culture. He would ask you to tell him something from your history or about your traditions. He wants to learn because he is naturally curious and interested. Plus he cherishes you a lot.

Your enthusiasm with history and philosophy is great for museum dates. When he travels for a race and you are with him you totally go on dates. If the weather is bad, then you visit a gallery or museum where you spend hours. There you tell him everything you know and he listens while smiling at you. He looks at you absolutely smitten. If he wants you to talk more, he asks a question and he just lets you talk. Even if it´s something he already knows. You talk, he listens.

Disney-world trip is happening for sure - because you love Disney ofc. He takes you and Alex with Lily and all 4 of you run around the whole day. And this trip wouldn´t be a one time thing for sure.

George would watch whatever you like and then talk about it with you for the next few days. Sharing opinions, complaining about the storyline, appreciating characters, anything and everything.

I feel like you two would kinda have a different taste in music but that´s no problem. Listening to the songs the other person likes is your love language. Just being able to learn about each other through music is very special.

You both are a little introverted. You spend time together the most. You don´t mind being around others but neither alone, just you two together. Meeting people is not really an issue but you like being with your comfort group of homies more.

You would be silly and funny together. You make jokes with him and about him. Its the same way around. Having a laugh is the main goal. And you absolutely don´t mind. He would have you grinning like silly even making you laugh so much you are on the floor holding your tummy.

George would be the first one to speak in the morning, slowly pulling you out of your tiredness and charging you with good energy from the moment you open your eyes. He charges your social battery.

Physical touch? No problem. You want it, he gives it to you and doesn´t let you go until you say you had enough. He doesn´t mind either way. He is there for you however you want. Even sitting next to each other and watching anything in silence is fine by him.

You share determination for things you are passionate about. And that´s what always reminds you how in love you two are. Just seeing the other person not give up and try harder is so admirable.

He knows he can be himself with you so sometimes, when the racing and everything gets to him and vents a bit, he knows you are there for him. Even if there are tears, he is not afraid to show it. He sees no point in hiding how he feels.

When someone speaks over you, George stands up for you. He makes sure you are not ignored. He also remembers everything you like or are telling him and makes mental notes not to ignore it. If there are some annoying people and he sees you in discomfort, he tries to to take you away from them. He wants you to be comfortable.

His mom loves cooking for you! Or she invites you over and cooks something with you. George can´t help himself in those moment and just fall in love with you more.

ENJOY! 💙💙💙

#match up #anonym ask #george russell #gr63 #f1 #f1 x you #f1 imagine

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 2 years

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White lies.

When - after Otis’ memorial/funeral, so we’re still in S02E03 Cherokee Rose. This chapter is maybe an hour after Yesterday was rough. Shane’s descent has begun picking up pace ever so slightly.

Relationships - #DarylDixonGetsAHug. We have our sibling relationship with Shane, our slow-burning-y’all-get-hitched-down-the-road Daryl x you building that good foundation, we got Papa Dale in the house, and we have our platonic Glenn x you. Rest assured, you tease him about Maggie.

Perspective - 2nd person

Pronouns - who?

Genre - trail mix

TWs - some language and stress

Plot points/references - eh, it’s been a long week, I’m tired y’all, just give this here a once-over and you should be good :P

You knew your brother didn’t want to. You’d told him, you told him he didn’t have to. “Shane, you can tell her later, with more privacy,” you’d whispered to him.

“It’s okay,” he’d stammered back under his breath.

So, he does this thing with his head when he is at a loss for words: looks up and down, but doesn’t look at anyone or anything in particular for more than a second. Gets jumpy, needs to move. His sentences aren’t always complete or ordered correctly. He’d fluff his hair, too, if he had any left to fluff.

And you’d never seen Shane struggle so much to speak as at that memorial service, not even those few months ago when he’d struggled to tell you how he found your older sister’s and her partner’s bodies dead after the world started unraveling.

The entire group, only minus T-Dog who was with Carl, had been staring at him in expectant silence after Patricia begged him through her tears to tell her what happened. She wanted to know if Otis’ death had meaning.

The unkind, overtired, and lacking-patience part of you couldn’t help but wonder why it wasn’t clear already that her husband, may he rest in paradise, had just devoted his last hours saving a child’s life.

“We were about done,” your brother strained to get out. “Almost outta ammo, we were down to pistols by then.” He made a strange attempt at a smile in an effort to make it more bearable. “I was limpin’, it was bad. Ankle all swollen up.”

And up until that point, you believed every word Shane said. You knew they were honest. But something about the way he was speaking...God forgive you, but it changed, okay?

You gazed up at him when you heard the difference. Red flag, red flag, red flag started flitting through your mind. You felt chilled. You felt sick. You felt scared.

Shane even looked different as he kept speaking, telling that little story of how Otis sacrificed himself.

Now, it’s not that—you don’t doubt Otis did so. What little interaction you had with him, and how his family so readily accepted what your brother told them, only lent credibility to his goodness and his selflessness.

But God forgive you, but almost every other word that came out of your brother’s mouth during that service you hated because you couldn’t believe them. It felt like a lie—no, you know it was because you know what Shane lying looks and sounds like. You’ve seen it.

But why would he have been lying is the question.

Exactly, he wouldn’t!

What kind of awful, selfish person are you for thinking such awful, selfish, ludicrous things at a time like that, huh?

Unless...okay, this is what must’ve happened: Shane told a better story than what actually happened for the benefit of Otis’ grieving widow, son, and friends.

Yeah. Shane had to do stuff like that before, he and Rick both in their line of work. Which must also be why Rick was frowning like that at him, too, during the service; Rick understood.

When somebody dies poorly, you don’t tell the family that. You tell the family white lies.

You say the person died comfortably, or at least quickly, and always with dignity. It’s simply what’s done. You stick as close to the truth as possible, like you knew Shane had at the beginning and the end of the story. But in the middle, one needs to smooth it over and sugarcoat the truth for the sake of the family, just like when you saw Shane spinning that yarn.

Yeah. That’s what happened. That’s why Shane lied, is all. He’s traumatized and laden with survivor’s guilt, it’s not that deep, he’s not maliciously hiding anything, you remind yourself. It was just a white lie.

And white lies are different, like how Rick told Carl that Sophia was ‘just fine.’ They’re the only kind of lie with which you’ll readily participate, but even then...

“Kiddo, everything okay?”

“Dale, hey, um, y-yeah, I’m peachy. Tired,” you brush off, pulling out your earbuds and putting on a cheerful face as you turn off the mp3 player. Thank you, Dale, for snapping me out of that thought-spiral. With a shrug, you repeat “Yesterday was rough.”

“I know that with your current crop of injuries—”

You snort at the phrasing of that.

He shakes his head and grins. “I know they won’t let you go on that pharmacy run with Glenn and the young lady.”

Grumbling slightly, you mention “And Daryl won’t let me go search by the creek with him.” Not after he found out about the stitches. So dumb...

When Rick heard that Margaret was going to the local drug store for a supply run, he’d offered to Hershel that Glenn and you were their ‘go-to-town experts.’ However, he was also very quick to correct himself about how you were in no shape to go at the moment.

Right, that reminds you: “Oh, and I need to finish that list, Glenn asked me to do him a list of supplies to look for. What meds or things have you been without, Mr. H?”

He considers for a moment. “Statins are generally good for people of my age, though I must say: physically, I feel much better than I did before civilization collapsed.” Somewhat teasing, he reminds you “But, perhaps some surgical tape so I can have my extra roll of electrical tape back.”

“Ah, I knew you’d remember what I couldn’t.” You’ll add that to the list. Statins and surgical tape. Magnesium, disinfectant, antibiotics, probiotics for T-Dog and Carl because they’re both on doxycycline and strong antibiotics like that mess up your gut, antivirals if they miraculously found any, allergy meds, pain management, triptans, gauze and bandages, a pulmonary expectorant, fiber supplements, activated charcoal, adrenaline/epinephrine pens, the usual things like sunblock and bug spray, period supplies (even though cycles have been all over the place), clean socks and undergarments, maybe some nicotine gum for Daryl...oh, of course, more batteries...calamine lotion...

“So, are you heading with your brother back to the highway?” you hear Dale ask you. You turn to look at him as he hints “Or are the doctor and he insisting that you stay put, I hope?”

Duly noted, Papa Dale. Still, you pause and try to avoid a concrete answer. Arm in a sling and stitches in your abdomen notwithstanding, you feel too uneasy to stay in one place. “Maybe, um, I might need to stay here to keep tabs on Carl. Teddy may go with him, I asked him if he would a little earlier.”

Then you realize it. “Never mind, maybe I should go with Shane, I don’t want to be the one to tell Carl that Sophia ain’t back yet. That little punk knows I’m bad at lying, and that I don’t like it, besides.” And you don’t want to leave Shane alone, but that’s neither here nor there. You sigh. “The little man’s gonna push the question about why he can’t see her yet and I can only tell white lies or avoid answerin’ for so long.”

“His parents will handle things,” he assures you. But there’s too long a moment of hesitation before he remembers, “If, if Sophia didn’t make her way back to the highway, or, or is found elsewhere.”

So Dale is on the other page now, too. It’s been almost 72 hours that she’s been missing, but everybody seems to have already...fuck it, whatever. They can think what they want.

Earlier, Shane even wanted to discuss what they’d do if they found her bitten.

Yeah, that topic gave you all points with the Greenes. Not. Ugh, the shame you felt at seeing Maggie’s and Hershel’s horrified look with each other as they shook their heads in disgust, along with Beth’s confused and disbelieving glance. Small favors Carol wasn’t in earshot.

But hey, at least Daryl is still hopeful and hell-bent on looking for her. He’s the most likely to track her down, anyway, so you’ll count that as a win.

“Well, I’m going to be keeping watch duty. Seems like my official post,” Dale continued as you two slowly headed to the RV.

“That reminds me, here.” You remove the watch he’d lent you and hand it over. “Thank you. It was a godsend.” How many times you’d checked Carl’s pulse and respiratory rate with it, you can’t count. “And I think I got all the, um, uh, blood off it,” you add under your breath. With an awkward chuckle, you then (morbidly) comment, “Thank goodness it’s splash-proof.”

Bless Dale’s heart, he barely widens his eyes, instead nodding thoughtfully. “I’m glad it was such a help.” A grin and a nod of his head toward the RV. “Sometimes, I feel like a rotisserie chicken when I’m on top of the darn thing, slowly roasting and sweating in the heat for hours on end.”

Your smile finally relaxes and becomes genuine. “I don’t envy you that.”

Well, until Dale frowns and worries “Kiddo, are you sure you feel alright?” and you throw back at him “I’m just tired!”

Oops.

Hand covering your face, you apologize “Oh Moses, that came out very, uh, snappy. I’m sorry.”

Still frowning, Dale quickly softens his expression. Then, delicate as always, suggests “Maybe staying here is best, in that case. Perhaps taking a rest? I don’t imagine you slept much last night or the night previous.” He gestures to the RV door.

Yes, dad. “Why are you so kind, Mr. Horvath?” you ask, slowly trudging up the stairs. “And so patient, like, how do you do that? Sometimes, I swear, I snap like I get commission for it.”

“Would you prefer the alternative?” he teases. “I can behave rudely.”

Annnd he’s made you smile again.“Hmph, well now you’re bein’ kinda sassy.”

“Come on, troublemaker, I’ll help you set up your tent. It’ll be a lot cooler than in here, come to think of it.”

“Did I tell you I loved you yet today, Dale?—Oh, wait up Daryl!” You hop down the RV steps (OW, what the fuck, why did you do that when you have stitches? You can be such an idiot, ouchhhh) and reach into your sling (hey, it makes a great pocket) to jog over and give him your green camo walkie.

He stares. “Was jumping off there the best idea, Y/N?”

“It was the very best,” you monotone. Shit, did that hurt. You hold up the walkie to him. “Please take this with you.”

He adjusts his grip on his crossbow. “Ain’t the batteries shot?”

“Beth gave—the teenage girl who lives here—gave us four AAs, enough for two of them.”

“Why bother?”

You rein in the urge to roll your eyes. “Your safety.” Your voice still betrays your mild irritation, however. You cannot help but adore that mangy hick now, but those rough edges of his don’t suddenly not scrape. “Plus, Carl is gonna ask to talk to Sophia with them. You havin’ the other makes an honest excuse why he can’t.”

“When’s he gonna be awake?”

“...He’s on pretty strong pain meds right now, he might could be sleeping most of the day, but...”

He takes the walkie from your hand and pockets it. “Let’s keep them off though, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, but worry, “What if you have an emergency?”

“I won’t.”

Dale’s coming down the stairs with your tent bag interrupts any would-be huffing from you. “You’re off, Daryl?”

Ah, it’d been too long since you’d heard that grunt/hum thing Daryl does in response to things.

Dale rubs the back of his neck as he steps down to the ground. “Alone?”

“Like I just told Rick, I’m better on my own. I’ll be back before dark,” is Daryl’s curt reply, and...no, it’s okay. You shouldn’t take that personally, why are you taking it personally? It’s Daryl, he’s crass.

Sure, he taught you to track and enlisted your help out there in times past, but for many things, they are infinitely easier when done solo. It’s not a big deal. You feeling slighted about him pointing that out is an overreaction, you’re just tired, and, and—ugh, now you’re welling up? Great.

“Well, be careful out there, son,” Dale bids him, eyeing you and your pretend yawn that will provide explanation for your wet eyes. He lifts the tent bag. “I’m gonna put this under that grove over there, looks like a nice spot.”

“Thank you, Dale, I’m right behind you.” As he walks away, you gesture to the yellow walkie you’re holding onto and tell Daryl “This’ll be on so you can reach us, if you stay within three miles. Don’t die, don’t get bit.”

“Rest up, just don’t—” He stops you from walking away. “Don’t mess yourself up anymore, okay?” He shrugs. “And, alone is easier, but I didn’t mean to...be a dick or nothin’.”

“I didn’t take it personally, man.”

He does his hum/grunt thing again.

“Okay, might could’ve taken it very personally,” you admit. “At least you’re always honest, I like that about you. Do you even tell white lies?” You join him in walking toward his bike.

“I don’t like lyin’, I guess. I don’t see the point. Well, I mean I see the point, but I don’t...whatever, what are ‘white’ lies, again?”

“When a person don’t—sorry—doesn’t tell the truth in order to give somebody comfort or to keep them from bein’ hurt. They’re supposed to only be told about littler things, but.”

He straddles the bike. “So, how you told me you didn’t take that thing I said personal.”

You snort, nodding your head. “I reckon that was a white lie, wasn’t it?”

“When we had that fight in the truck and pulled over, and you said it was because we almost hit a fox?”

“I’d forgotten all about that. I ain’t sure if that was outright or white to be honest.”

“And when the kid’s parent’s told him Sophia’s back, that was a white lie.”

“Y-yeah.” What Rick and Lori did for Carl. What Shane did for Patricia and Jimmy and the Greenes. Right? Just white lies. Nothing else.

There’s a pause, and you were about to wish him safe on his search again before heading to the area Dale is helping set the tent up.

But Daryl states simply that “Guess I’ll have to bring her on back, then. That way we won’t have to lie to the kid.” And it’s just so...it doesn’t seem like a put-on, is all you’re saying. Say what you want about him, but that man is always truthful in terms of his thoughts and intentions.

An overwhelming urge to throw your arms around him again hits you like a truck. “Careful there, Dary-bear, you’re fixing to be my favorite person.” Even with that nasty symbol on his brother’s bike. Oh, good idea, you’ll put spray paint on the supply run list. “Hey, and Beth—she’s the teenage g—”

“—‘The teenage girl,’ you told me.”

“Beth’s making Carl chocolate pudding. So,” you drawl, feeling lighter and hopeful again. “Let Soph know when you find her that homemade pudding is waitin’ for her. Maybe not as good as her mama’s, but...” You smile.

And miraculously, so is he. Sort of, anyway. “Pudding sounds damn good, actually.”

“Eh, maybe I’ll sneak you a cupful. Hey, Glenn’s off on a run soon, are there any supplies you can remember us needin’?”

“Could always use more smokes.”

NO. “Sorry, the pharmacy don’t sell those or alcohol.”

“Shit.”

Don’t lie to him, Y/N. “Sorry, I just made that up. They probably have some, I just don’t want you dying of cancer.”

He scoffs and mutters “That was another white lie, then?”

“Might could’ve been.” You shuffle your feet. “You must get annoyed when people worry about that habit?”

“Yeah, I ‘might could.’”

Your lips twist to one side. “Don’t poke fun at my double modals,” you chide, nudging him gently.

A natural lag in conversation seems to indicate it’s time to part ways. “Alright, man, don’t die, don’t get bit. We’ll see you two later.”

But again, he stops you gently with his hand, even though he’s already started his bike and pressed the kickstand up. “Make sure you rest up, for real. It’s just—you don’t need to be the only one babysittin’ your brother or the kid, okay?”

“Ain’t no shame in them needing help.”

“Ain’t no shame in you needing rest, neither. They ain’t gonna kick you out ’cause you got hurt and need to take it easy for a while.”

To which you cannot help but request “Daryl, may I hug you again?”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Yeah. Everybody is gonna be linin’ up to do it once you bring back our girl, might as well get me some hugs in ahead of the game.”

He doesn’t move off the bike. “You really think she’ll be found?”

“You don’t?” Brows lowering, you cross your arms by tucking your free arm around your sling.

“Nah, I know she is.”

“Well, good, so do I.”

He’s squinting at you…and keeps squinting at you. So, you frown and stare back.

“You ain’t lying.” A statement, not a question.

“No.”

“And not a white lie.”

You shake your head. “No.”

He continues to stare—then abruptly pushes the kickstand down, swoops his leg off his bike, makes the briefest of glances around, and before-you-know-it, you’re pulled in for a surprisingly solid hug. His hold is stiff, maybe, but genuine. Around your injured shoulder and side, his embrace is gentler, you notice.

The man smells like cigarettes, sweat, and gasoline. His skin is covered in grime and dried salt, his clothing filthy. And you find you don’t care a hoot.

When you sense his grip begin to loosen, you pull away at the same time he does. With a mildly awkward pat on your arm (he did that earlier, too, it’s kind of endearing), he avoids all eye contact and casually hops back on his bike. And just like that, he’s off.

From behind, you hear “Hey dude, you got that list?”

“Yeah, man, think I covered all bases. Oh, add ‘spray paint.’”

“Spray paint?”

“The motorcycle.” That ‘SS’ symbol will get gone, mark your words.

“Solid idea.” Glenn grabs the piece of paper, scans it, and goes “Guess I got my work cut out for me.”

“Lori helped. She’s better at rememberin’ what’s needed or nice to have,” you explain, walking back with him to the grove where Dale and the others are setting up camp.

“Lori mentioned some other stuff, I just gotta write them down.”

“Oh, what’d she forget?”

“Nothing!”

Okay...private then? “I put period supplies on that list, too, dork.”

He laughs uncomfortably and you can’t help but wonder if there’s something unsaid that isn’t just him being silly about menstruation. Glenn isn’t the type to get uncomfortable about that sort of thing, he had sisters. “Sucks you can’t come with us this time,” he then sighs.

“I do wanna spend more time with Maggie, she’s been nothing but kind so far. You’ve talked with her, right?”

“Yeah...she seems cool.”

“Dude, and she’s so pretty.”

“She is really, uh, I-I guess, um, yeah.” Ha, look at his face. Somebody’s blushing.

A week or so ago, you’d both chatted about having had crushes on each other (past tense) at one point or another during the time at the quarry, actually. He’s another person who’s honest to a fault, and you love that. You’re glad he’s your friend.

“Sounds like somebody’s nervous to spend time alone with pretty Margaret...”

“Ugh, and when she told me about the run, she said something about me knowing ‘how to get in and out quick’ and it didn’t even click that she was talking about..like, not that,” he groans.

You can’t help but burst out laughing, wince when your stitches tug, then make fun of him for being “Painfully embarrassing!”

He playfully moans back “Shut up,” and elbows you, immediately apologizing afterward when he thinks he’s somehow injured you further.

Waving his concern away, you start to sing-song “Glenn’s got a crush,” while trying to tone down your smirk to a minimum.

“Coming from the one hugging the redneck every time I turn around today,” he cracks up despite himself.

“Aw, Glenny boy’s jealous!” you snark back.

“I’m too cool to get jealous.”

“So cool, the coolest.”

“And I get to ride a horse today.”

“WHAT?”

Oh, has he got on a very satisfied smirk of his own right now.

“Everything okay, kids?” Dale calls over, currently assisting Carol with her setup.

“Y/N’s just jealous I get to ride a horse today.”

“Ah, I understand.”

Grin still on your face, Glenn says he’s got to go get a quick riding lesson before they go, and heads off to the stable. You walk over to Carol, giving her the walkie and let her know “Daryl’s got the green one. He’s keepin’ it off but will radio when he finds her or if he gets hurt.”

She bites her lip, but nods and tries to smile. You don’t know what else to do but give her a soft kiss on the forehead and turn back to your tent.

You notice a figure hobbling over, and look up to see your brother moving way faster than he ought.

“Where’d you pop out from, loser? And slow down, that ankle ain’t gonna heal up if you keep doing that.” Thank the Lord he changed out of Otis’ clothes. He looks miles better now. Still has that 1,000 yard stare, but at least he isn’t putting salt in the wound by wearing that poor soul’s overalls.

“I just grabbed this from the RV, and Lori, um, told me I can st—I-I’m about to head out, check the highway,” he spills out all at once.

You’ve got no idea what any of that means except the last part.

“Is everything comfortable between you and Lori? It’s seemed very strained,” you voice plainly.

“Psht, yeah, what d‘you mean?”

Lie. Another lie. And you don’t care if it was a white lie or otherwise, so you swallow your disappointment and unease and change the subject. “Is Teddy going with you to the highway?”

He looks confused and shakes his head. “Dog’s in no shape—hey, I can do it,” he insists as you bend to try and set up the tent poles into the grommets. He grabs the poles from you and roughly gets them into position.

“Shane. You’ve got a bum ankle. It’s smarter to go with somebody.”

“You’ve got a bum shoulder and stitches in your gut, so that person ain’t you.”

“They’re just below my ribs, it’s hardly my ‘gut,’” you mutter. “Take Andrea, then. Weren’t you just showin’ her how to do gun stuff?”

He makes no response to that, only directs, “Okay, just hold that with your foot and I’ll pop the other side into place.” Once he gets the last pole into position, the tent bends up from the middle. “Right, let’s drive the stakes in. I’ll poke ’em down, you stamp on them.”

“Copy that.”

Another minute and your little camo tent is all set up. Shane grabs your pillow and sleeping bag and tosses them inside unceremoniously. Then you grab his arm and drag him in, too.

“Scoot back. Lay down. Rest your ankle a second.”

“Y/N, I gotta head out,” he protests.

“And I said you gotta rest your ankle.” And you put both earbuds into his ears, then point to your sleeping bag and have him place his ankle onto it. “Rest and elevate for exactly 10 minutes.”

You click through until you’ve got the track he needs. Going to California wouldn’t solve anything, but it was his comfort song and could get him out of his head for a spell. “That’s exactly three replays. You mentioned the song was precisely 3 minutes and 33 seconds, right?”

He doesn’t reply. You can tell the song has started by the way his brows lift and his eyes shut. But before you leave, his eyes open and he takes out one of the earbuds, waving you over. “C’mon.”

“Not the boss of me,” you whisper, taking the earbud and slowly easing yourself down to the ground, hand over your stitches to provide some support He sticks his hand under your neck to help you down, grabs your pillow, and hands it to you. You then position the pillow so you two can share.

“You wanna talk?” you offer quietly. “I wanna listen.”

He pauses. Inhales. And for a moment, you think he’ll actually share with you. But he shakes his head and lays back again. You close your eyes and send up a prayer for some kind of help.

And the next thing you know, you’re waking up, the song is still replaying, and Shane isn’t in there.

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xxavmiller · 10 months

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hello & happy to be here! i didn't get his actual pages up but below you can find the basic's and backstory to my plot! like this post to plot or message on the discord (changemysoul), i look forward to rping with you all!

[ michael b jordan, 30, Xavier miller ] the newest test subject is strapped in and ready for launch. ( xavier miller ) is landing on the lunar base in t-minus 24 hours. they have gained access to the colony by (promising employment upon landing ). initial reports suggest the subject will bring ( cooking ) to the colony due to their previous occupation as ( chef ). please note, this subject chose to be on this mission because ( he wanted to get out of his old life and experience something new ). data shows the test subject is ( creative, passionate, and organized ) but their success might be hindered by being ( perfectionist, evasive, and gullible ). do we have confirmation for launch? [ j, est/gmt-5, ]

CHARACTER BIO

he grew up in a somewhat loving home that turned war zone when he was around 12

the war ended when he was 16 and his parents finally divorced

his mom re-married about a year later and his had didn't but had a string of lovers until he was 20 and finally settled down

until that point, he was sick of the both of them and stayed with his grandparents as often as he could and it wasn't as if mattered his parents too much, happier now and he was more of an obligation

he did meet his step-siblings and got close to his step-brothers friend

that was his down-fall as xavier followed him around like a lost puppy

he didn't call it a crush at first but it was and the other man had a type of power over him, not his fault

this followed him from his high school years to his college years to his post college years.

everyone who knew would tell him to call it off but for whatever reason xavier couldn't and his on again off again no label boyfriend knew that, he'd break up with xavier (or the rare time xavier broke up with him) and a few weeks later, back together

he managed to keep his personal life away from his work but sometimes it would bleed over, days taken off, late parties and hang overs

he managed to break it off when he was 28 but jumped out of that relationship into even more toxic one and jumped out of that one as well after a year

the only thing that kept him stable was his cooking and his love of the art

he found himself almost falling back into his first ex and took the chance to leave the earth to get away from his problems

has no expectations of this trip but it's new and different and that's what he's looking for right now

#.ooc

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clericbyers · 2 years

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T minus 26 hours... God! How are you feeling right now? With Byeler, I mean. Do you think it'll be requited. I'm genuinely so confused because we are getting so many mixed messages especially with/about Mike. At this point you could tell me that in s4, Mike turns into a muppet who knits socks for orphans and i would believe you sksksksks. Hope you're well btw! :D

I’m so excited !!! So ready to see how S4 goes down! It’s been a few hours since your countdown but now we’re only that much closer … I’ll be staying up until midnight to watch episode 1 since my gaming raid party goes until 11:30 tonight LOL then I’ll finish the rest as the weekend goes. As for Byler, I think it will be requited! I really do … Mike has a lot to discover and come to terms with about himself, especially when we see in the trailers how intense the upside down is becoming. There’s a lot at stake here for everyone involved and Mike’s character growth is still a huge factor in all of this. I do think it’s requited, as where else is there to go from here? Mike is so into D&D again, he’s allowing himself to enjoy what he likes, and I have a huge feeling being with El reverts him back to his worst self, which will be a revelation that hey—this isn’t good for anyone. But who is his best self with? Will. It has and always will be with him. Whether we get confessions or the beginnings of a relationship in volume 1 is unknown to me so far though I’m leaning toward no, unless in ep7 that when Mike at least says/does something to prove he likes Will back. I expect volume 2 to showcase their relationship if confirmed. We’ve got a whole movie and a half to look forward to in July, a lot can happen and I believe that part of that is Byler and their relationship!

Anything goes right now, so I’m excited to see where that anything , well, goes! I don’t trust reviewers with info like subtle things — this season, the potentials of byler, Mike’s character, etc— as a lot of the potentials are deep subtext that they frankly aren’t going to see unless they can relate to the queer coming out story Mike seems to be developing. And I highly doubt these reviewers do — though concerning everything, it’s up to ourselves to create and develop our own opinions. It does you no good to lean on someone else’s to color your first time watch experience! So , go in excited, expect what you want , whether that is everything or absolutely nothing , and enjoy yourself! I know I will ☺️

#yams speaks #byler #st4 #I’m so ready for this #I am negative abt many things still and worried that s3 attitudes might prevail into s4 but #in the long run I just hope everything settles in well

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post-modern-prometheus · 2 years

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There’s like so many parallels with Will and Henry it’s insane. Legit didn’t notice until people started pointed stuff out tho lol. And then I was like ‘that makes sense.’ It was the biggest oh moment. Like I was still stuck on all of my other theories soooo. Like I kept thinking about the spider thing cuz also steve is my fav and I just had brain rot about that for a while. And I keep thinking about my theory with vecna/Henry and the upside down seeking the gang out. I feel like im getting somewhat in the right direction with that theory especially considering the fact that he tells Nancy his secret. Which like why do that?!? And another explanation that I came up with is that he’s interested/fascinated by them. He seems so surprised by max making it out but then immediately shows Nancy the truth. I’ve seen a lot of people theorize that it’s a power move like ‘oh I’m going to kill you after my secret it out’ or showing them how powerful he is. But he knows that max was able to get out because of them so why can’t Nancy do the exact same thing? Sorry I’m like so tired and I just keep ranting when I am that but also I really wanted to send this today lol. I still have brain rot about it cuz I’ve been thinking about how inconsistent the spider things are. Idk why but im so hung about this spider imagery and so sorry that you have to keep reading me ranting about fucking spiders. Like I belive for chrissy and Freddy and maybe Patrick (I can’t remember if he saw them cuz also they didn’t truly show as much as they did with the other two for him soo ) they kind of just appear out of the clock or another object. But with max if I remember correctly she only truly saw them after she was in vecna’s space and stepped on something. And then all of a sudden a ton of them just came crawling out. But there’s also been imagery with just one spider crawling with like I mentioned Steve on the shoulder and Henry taking only one out when investigating/only drawing one spider and then in season 2 like we mentioned the mindflayer looks like a spider but it’s only one spider when Will is looking at it. Idk it’s either there’s a huge number of spiders or there’s only one and I feel like that has to mean something. Unless of course I’m remembering incorrectly soo

Also I am so glade that all that anon hate hasn’t been affecting you that much :) keep staying positive and happy :)

my head is spinning and i cant form any coherent response to this besides T MINUS 6 HOURS UNTIL WE MIGHT FIND OUT WHAT THE FUCK THIS MEANS

#henry/will #creels/wheelers for that matter #HEAD SO FULL #st4 spoilers

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thehotelbellamuerte2022 · 2 years

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The Hotel Bella Muerte: The Giant Cannibal Demon

The next morning I woke up with my face throbbing with every heartbeat. I must have been given something to make the pain bearable the day before. I rose from the bed begrudgingly and headed to the bathroom. As I stumbled in, I tried not to look at my face but was unsuccessful; it was the first thing I saw in the mirror this time. I took a closer look at it, but unlike before the cuts didn’t seem quite so deep. I imagined once they healed only the two middle ones would scar. Still, that was one too many for me. I never considered myself a vain person, but I found myself terribly upset at the thought of my beauty being marred and I felt guilty for feeling that way. The lost eyesight was only cursory.

I took a washcloth and began to slowly and carefully clean the wounds. It stung like fire and made the throbbing heartbeat stronger. I tried my best to clean up without causing it to bleed again. Thankfully I was able to finish quickly enough without causing myself any undue pain. I finished with my morning routine, minus the makeup, and continued to get dressed. I put on a regular old, baggy t-shirt and a pair of leggings, nothing fantastical or flashy, but certainly comfortable. Then I headed downstairs.

On the lobby’s front desk sat a note and two pill bottles, one blue the other red. The note read:

I am so sorry we couldn’t save your eye, but I’m glad to know you are feeling hopefully some better. have left you a blue bottle of pain medication to be taken every 8 hours and a daily antibiotic in the red bottle. Hopefully this will prevent infection and help with the pain. Hope to see you soon.

-Your Friend the Candyman

I quickly grabbed the half empty glass of water that sat on the front desk, and took one of the pills from the blue bottle and one from the red. I swallowed them down with the water and hoped they would kick in soon. I had decided that even though I wanted to rebuild the town, but that would have to take a backseat for now until Lilly came back, until then I planned on finding everything I could about the demon creatures that walked the earth at night. I decided the first person I’d talk to was Jasper. If nothing else he could help point me in the right direction to find out more about the creatures of the night.

I got to the post office in time to see Jasper with his back turned to me presumably locking the post office door. I supposed he didn’t want a repeat of what happened the few days prior. As he finished he turned around to see me standing at the foot of the stairs. I had startled him a little, he jumped and clutched his hand to his chest.

“Why so jumpy?” I asked.

“Well if you weren’t as quiet as a mouse I would have heard you coming.” He responded beginning to come down the stairs.

“You always know when I’m coming; you have like, a sixth sense or something.” I said eying him looking for any further signs of bewilderment.

“Well I guess things have gotten me a little on edge and not quite myself.” He said looking down to the ground, his mind elsewhere.

“I can to ask you a favor, well not a favor, more for information than anything. I’m gonna kill that thing that did this to my face.” I told him as I pointed to it, “I just need to figure out how.”

“That’s……that’s not possible, at least I don’t think it is. Plus it’s way too dangerous.” He answered.

“My mind is made up Jasper; you’re not going to change it. I just need you to tell me all you know about them or where I can find out.” I stated getting defensive. He wasn’t going to tell me what to do.

He sighed deeply and said to me, “I guess I can’t, can I? Well if I can’t change your mind then the least I can do is tell you all I do know so you don’t run off half cocked and get yourself killed. Come on in and let me get some coffee started for us.”

Once inside I walked over and sat down at the table where the tin still sat in the middle. My stomach churned with the thought of what I had seen and felt from eating that slice of pie. I waited for Jasper as he prepared the coffee for us. It only took a few moments and once it was done he poured two cups. Walking over he sat one of the cups before me. It was one of those old tin cups, the kind that actually kept the coffee warm for a bit. We sat there in silence for a while just staring at our cups, both of us lost in thought. After it had cooled some I took the first sip. Before I could even speak to ask my first question Jasper blurted out.

“I’m so sorry again Autumn for what happened. I made such a simple and stupid mistake and I almost got you killed and I……”

I stopped him right there. “Jasper. It’s ok. I know it was an accident. I don’t blame you and I certainly am not angry with you, so stop apologizing. I know you want to help and you have, but now I need to get rid of that……thing and keep it from hurting anyone else. I’m just hoping there is a way to.”

He sat there for a minute letting my words sink in. “I just want to make sure your ok first. I know it has to be hard, not just looking at yourself, but coming that close to death is enough to cause the bravest person to crumble and you’re so……so small and I thought, fragile. I guess I was wrong about you after all.” He ended with a slight chuckle.

I have to admit I had to laugh a little too. I had been so mad at him the first time we met when he unrightfully judged me without knowing me. I had to also admit that this was a new side of me that I hadn’t even seen. I was hoping, however, that it would dissipate once I could get rid of those spirits that walked around at night. Meanwhile I was going to do my best to find out all I could about them.

“So what do you know about those creatures? Lilly called them evil spirits that walk the earth due to all the atrocities that happened here. Is that true?” I began.

“As far as I know that’s what they are. There is no reason to believe otherwise. Where they came from is anyone’s guess. All I know is they showed up after the Natives cursed the land. They would only ever come at night, in the dark, never in the light. They hate the light, I don’t know if it does anything to them but they just stay clear of it.” He answered after taking a pretty hefty swig of coffee from his mug.

“Is there anything that stops them or makes them go away? Do they even have names? I know you said names were powerful to them or was that only in relation to people?” I further inquired hoping to learn of their weaknesses.

“To my knowledge, there is nothing that can kill them if that is what you’re asking. But……you can fend them off with light and burning sage. They hate the smell of it, it drives them away and they can only ever enter a room when it’s unlocked or you allow them in.” He took another gulp of coffee. “As far as what they are called…..that I don’t know. We only ever called them…..well them. I don’t know if they even have names, but the best person to probably ask would be your friend Deb.”

I took a sip from my mug and thought for a minute. “I think I may do that. Especially since Lilly and you both said they only ever appeared after the curse. It may very well have something to do with that.”

We both sat there a few moments longer finishing our coffee. Once we had finished, I got up to leave and he stood with me. “Autumn, I just want you to know if you ever need anything I’ll be here. Just don’t do anything stupid or too crazy alright?”

“I won’t. You’ll probably be the first person I tell if I decide to make a move on these things. I may need all the help you can give before it’s over.” I said seriously while trying to sound lighthearted towards the end.

I left then to head back to the hotel. I figured a call to Deb was in order. I knew she probably knew more about these things than Lilly, Jasper and I combined. Once back at the hotel, I walked over to the phone, picked it up, and dialed her number. It rang several times before it finally rolled over to voicemail. I left a brief message asking her to call me back on my cell. Then I put the phone back in its place before making the decision to head over to the library to see if there was anything about them there.

I got to the library pretty quickly, looking over my shoulder the whole way. I swore I had seen something lurking in the shadows in one of the alleyways, but I was sure those things wouldn’t be seen in the light since they waited till dark to come out. My mind was just playing tricks on me causing extreme paranoia, that’s all. At least I was hoping that was what it was. I entered the building and walked directly over to the librarian.

The librarian looked up from her newest stack of papers and records and gasped when she saw my face as her hand flew to her mouth. She quickly pulled it away to not offend me and she averted her eyes so as not to stare. I appreciated the gesture but understood this was probably going to be most people’s reaction to seeing my face. It was quite horrific, I couldn’t blame her. Once she had calmed down a little she asked me,

“How…..how can we…I mean I…..How can I help you today?”

“Can you tell me where I can maybe find information on the creatures that walk through the town at night?” I answered her.

“Umm….well that would be in the nonfiction section, probably upstairs with the town records.” Then she added, “Plus you may want to take a look at the old caretakers binders in the cases. They wrote about them all the time.” She handed me the key from the drawer and I took it from her hand. I started to walk away as she stood and said, “I’m so sorry about the pie…..”

I turned to look back at her and smiled so as not to offend her. “Don’t be. It was the best pie I’ve ever had….minus the paralysis.”

She smiled sheepishly as a warm blush began to creep up on her face and sat back down. I headed back up the now familiar steps to the records section. It seemed as if I was spending a lot of my time here as of late. I poked around at various town newspapers and found very little regarding the creatures there, at least nothing I didn’t already know, and so I started looking in the main town records. With no luck there either I began to open the cabinets and one by one look through the worn pages of each binder, scanning them as I went for any mention of the evil spirits. I hit the jackpot in the third binder, belonging to Annabelle Lee, about the middle of the way through. In its pages it documented a conversation between Annabelle and what I assumed had been one of the tribe’s members, possibly even one of Deb’s ancestors. Here is the section of the written log:

October 31st 1870

Saw another one of those creatures today. That makes 12 this week. They come at night and tap on the windows, calling out in the dark to be let in or muttering or talking in the voices of people we know. They even are becoming bolder, coming out at dusk and hiding in the alleyways. Jasper says to lay low for a few days. He installed locks on all the hotel room doors for added protection in case I forget to lock the front doors. I can hear them now as I write; they are coming closer to town with each minute that passes. I can’t stand the way they look. It took one guy last week when he went to take the trash out after dark and it got one of the travelers that came to town the other day. I saw the whole thing.

The man came to town the other day and he didn’t listen when I told him to stay in at night. He said something about stargazing and I assume he went outside to do this, that’s when I heard him scream. I ran from the desk to the window. He was there by the alleyway and one of the creatures had him by the throat. It demanded his name and he gave it. Then before my eyes I saw the creature change into a hideous being out from the shadow it had cloaked itself in. It was a giant man, with gnarled and withered old hands that bent and twisted turning into great horned hands. Prickles began to emerge from its chest just as hair would, sharp as porcupine quills and his arms began to grow and bulge, far more muscular than any living human I’d ever seen. Black and White scales began to grown from his arms as well, shimmering and glinting in the moonlight. Its mouth grew ever wider, till its smile ran from one ear to the other, nearly cutting its head in half. Its face began to swell, causing it to become reddened and puffy. His eye large and unblinking. Tusks began to sprout from him as well, becoming long and yellowed as an elephants would with age and it pulled out the largest flint knife I’d ever seen, positioning it towards the man, but deciding instead to devour him. He grabbed hold of the man, and yanked him up in the air. First he bit into the man’s legs up to his waist, chewing and smacking on the man. I could hear the bones crunch and break between the creature’s teeth as he ground them before swallowing. The next thing I knew the creature too another bite and another, the man screaming the whole time until he was completely gone. As I stood there watching, the creature turned then towards the window and looked me dead in the eye and rushed the window. I screamed and ran for my room, locking it securely behind me. When I went to the balcony doors I looked out but the creature was gone and the only evidence we had of it ever being there in the first place was a pool of blood that had stained the earth a crimson color. I added two new rules to the list, Never forget to lock the doors at night; you don’t want to let them in and only take the trash out during daylight hours. Hopefully this will prevent any more deaths at the hands of those things.

I was appalled by the account in Annabell’s red binder. The man didn’t even stand a chance against those things. I hoped that I would be better equipped when the time came to face these creatures and it sounded like there were quite a few of them. I closed the binder and kept looking but couldn’t find a more detailed account than the one from Annabell’s binder. As I was wrapping up and placing everything back where it belonged, my cell began to ring. I pulled it from my pocket, and answered it.

“Hello?” I began.

“Hey it’s Deb! How are things?” She said sounding chipper.

I didn’t want to blow the wind from her sails, but I also needed to let her know what happened. “I…….I had an accident. Long story short I got attacked by one of the creatures that walks at night or in the dark places where the light can’t touch it.”

“Oh my God are you ok?!?” She half yelled, “What happened and are you ok?!?”

I told her the story, leaving nothing out. Then I told her of what I found in the red binder. She was perplexed by what exactly the creature was. She agreed it was an evil spirit of some sort, but wasn’t sure exactly what it could be. She told me she’d call back after she spoke with her elders and found out what it was as well as any information that would help me get rid of them.

In the meanwhile it was late afternoon and the summer was coming to a close, the sun fading in the sky earlier than normal setting it afire, so I decided to head back to the hotel before it fully set. I got home quick as could be, wasting no time watching the birds as they flew into the horizon. As soon as I was inside, I locked the doors behind me. Nothing was going to get in behind me now or ever again if I could help it. I sat behind the desk, beginning to journal in my own red binder. I figured if things like this were going to happen in the town, I might as well write about them and catalog their happenings. I wrote about all that had passed in the days since my employment, leaving no detail out. Once I got up to date I promised myself to keep it that way. Around the time I finished, the sun had long set and the creatures were on the prowl. My phone began to ring once more and I picked it up and answered it.

“Hey it’s Deb again!” The voice rang out.

“Hey Deb, so what were you able to learn?” I asked closing the binder and getting up to put it away.

“You aren’t going to like it, but I have to tell you especially if you plan on going after one.” She said pausing.

“Go on.” I told her sitting back down in my seat.

She sighed deeply before she began. “The creatures are the descendants of the giant cannibal demon, Atahsaia.”

“Who is that?” I said my interest level growing.

“Atahsaia is in our old stories, he is exactly as you described. The only problem was he was only defeated by the twin war gods, but nothing is ever said about how a human could kill them. After talking with my elders they all agree that to name the creature is to hold power over him. Nothing more is said on how to kill them though. Their best advice is to burn sage and other herbs we’ll send to you, so look out for a package, but they recommend not doing anything about it till we can formulate a plan and maybe getting some people down there. We were the ones that caused the evil spirits to walk amongst the land, let us help to get rid of them.” She told me.

“Alright I’ll wait but burn sage like you said. I think Jasper has some. Then we’ll come up with a plan once you get here.” I said, shifting in my seat.

“It’s a plan then. We’ll head up tomorrow. See you soon and Autumn…..just be careful ok.” She said.

“I will. See you soon.” I told her as I hung up the phone, ending the conversation.

#The Hotel Bella Muerte #The Giant Cannibal Demon #Part 15 #creepypasta

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