#and then she'd be in there sayin my thoughts when i got home

[gin-juice-tonic]

hate when my sort of "inner thoughts" voice changes from sounding like mine to sounding like someone else who I heard talk a lot that day. I dont know how relatable this is but its a frustrating experience.

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Hopelessly Devoted To You – Jake Seresin

There are some people who come into your life that you never expect. But once they are in your life, you can't let them go. You don't want to let them go.

Jake had someone like that, but, unfortunately, he let her go. He never told her how much she meant to him. He never told her how he felt. And he never thought he'd see her again.

The second the pilots walked into the club, Jake thought he recognized the voice singing. He searched for the stage, and when he found it, he swore his heart jumped into his throat.

There she was. The girl he let get away. The girl he never forgot about. His best friend, with whom he fell in love but never told.

The butterflies in Jake's stomach went crazy as he slowly sat down, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He felt like he could barely breathe as she sang one of her favorite songs.

"But now there's nowhere to hide Since you pushed my love aside I'm out of my head Hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you

My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him"My heart is sayin', "Don't let go Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's no way to hide Since you pushed my love aside I'm outta my head Hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you."

"Damn," Jake mumbled under his breath as the entire audience jumped to their feet and applauded. His eyes followed his old crush as she smiled shyly before slipping off stage.

The other pilots were quickly distracted by drinking and games. Jake, however, was very interested in when she would come out. When she finally did, he couldn't help but straighten up. He watched as she went over to a private booth. The only reason he knew it was a private booth was because of the two security guards in front of it.

Once she sat down, she didn't talk to anyone or look at her phone. Instead, she scanned the club. He quickly turned around when her eyes got close to him.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" A cocktail waitress asked. Usually, this was the kind of girl Jake flirted with all night until she begged him to come home with her. But tonight, he was more focused on the girl who taught him what love was.

"Yeah," he stuttered. He cleared his throat when he got an idea. "Can you send a drink to the young woman who just sang?"

"Of course," she giggled. Jake then ordered Y/N's favorite drink. Well, he thought it was her favorite drink. When they were kids, she used to talk about how she'd grow up and drink this fancy drink all the time.

As the waitress went to grab the drink for Y/N, Jake didn't wait to see her response. Once he was outside, he glanced through the window to see the same cocktail waitress taking the drink to Y/N. His eyes were glued to Y/N as the waitress gave her the drink and walked away.

Y/N looked at the drink with a confused look on her face. Suddenly, it turned into a small smile. Jake's heart jumped into his throat, and he quickly ducked out of the window when Y/N searched the room. He cleared his throat and slowly walked away from the club and toward the beach.

"And where do you think you're going, sailor?"

Jake turned around, and his breath got caught in his throat when he saw Y/N standing perfectly in front of him. She was still in her dress, her hair in loose curls, and the wind blowing in just the right direction, making her look even more flawless.

"I'm not a sailor," Jake stuttered.

"You're a Navy Pilot, right?" She chuckled. "You work on a boat, therefore, you're a sailor."

"I guess so," Jake stuttered again. He cleared his throat, not entirely sure how to act in front of her.

"It's good to see you, Jake," she giggled. "It's been a long time."

"Yes, it has," he said, unable to resist looking her up and down. "You look good."

"So do you, sailor," she teased. He couldn't help but love it when she called him 'sailor,' and he hoped she'd never stop.

Silence fell between the two as they stared at each other. Jake cleared his throat and broke the silence.

"I can't remember the last time I heard you sing."

His comment made her face turn pink. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.

"I'm not really used to singing in front of people I know," she admitted. "It's kind of embarrassing."

"It shouldn't be," Jake answered a little too quickly. "You've always had a beautiful voice."

"Thanks," she said, her face still burning.

"I loved listening to you sing when we were growing up," Jake admitted before he could stop himself.

Y/N looked up and studied him. The soft look in her eyes made him look away. He cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. When he looked back at her, she was subconsciously rubbing her arms. He quickly took off his jacket and draped it across her shoulders.

Things seemed to freeze when he didn't let go of his jacket and take a step back. Neither one of them moved away from the other. Instead, they stared deeply into each other's eyes. The longer he stood in front of her, the faster his old feelings came swarming back.

"I've really missed you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"And here I was thinking you forgot about me the second you shipped off," she said, hiding her insecurities behind a small giggle.

"What?" Jake asked, his heart sinking. "Why would. . . Why would I forget about you?"

"I don't know," she stuttered.

"We were best friends," he said, not realizing that he was getting closer to her. "Hell, when we were seven, we used to joke about getting married one day so we'd never be apart."

"I forgot about that," she said under her breath.

"Did you think I didn't mean it?" Jake reached down and slowly grabbed her hands. The second he was holding her hands, he remembered everything about their childhood together.

"I thought it was just a joke," she said slowly.

"I never joked when it came to us," Jake whispered. "Y/N, you were so much more than my best friend."

"What do you mean?"

To answer her, Jake leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to hers. Her heart jumped into her throat as she slowly kissed him back. When they broke the kiss, they were out of breath.

"I've missed you so much, Jake," she said, her voice slightly breaking.

"I've missed you, too," he whispered as he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, not looking away from his eyes.

"What happens now?" She whispered. Jake sighed as he pulled her closer to his chest.

"I don't know," Jake said honestly. "But what I do know is that I don't want to go back to the way things were."

"You mean, back to not talking for 3 years?"

"That," he chuckled, "but also, being just friends."

She unwrapped her arms from his neck, and her eyes fell to her hands as they pressed to his chest. He used his finger to lift her chin so she was looking at him.

"You are the first woman I ever fell in love with," Jake confessed. "Actually, you're the only woman I've ever fallen in love with. Leaving you after high school was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you. When my team and I walked into the club tonight, I instantly recognized your voice. And the second I saw you, I knew I couldn't let you go."

Y/N softly smiled at him as she dragged her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Then don't, sailor."

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homecoming

ao3 ⋆ main masterlist ⋆ series masterlist part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three

pairing: cuck!Joel x f!reader, brief M!OC x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: cuckolding, daddy kink, protected and unprotected PIV, creampie, cum kink, pet names, ddlg vibes, questionable text message formatting word count: 3.8k summary: you follow through with plans to see Andrew for the first time

A/N: cuck!Joel was only ever going to consist of oneshots, but now this is a three part intro to cuck!Joel and Andrew.

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He felt like he was making some kind of illicit deal, hanging around the parking lot waiting for people to file out at the end of the day. In a way, he was.

"Hey buddy! Wait up."

It had been as simple as that to stop him. A little small talk here, a little work talk there. Never one for elegance, Joel quickly cut to the chase. "I saw you looking at my girl on Friday."

Andrew startles, nervously rattling his car keys in his hand. There was no denying it, he wasn't stupid enough to even try. He knew he'd been too obvious. And he knew a man the size of Joel could easily deck him if he wanted to.

"She... I- I'm sorry, man, she looked amazing. I promise, meant nothing by it."

Tell Joel something he didn't know. "Look, I'll keep this simple. I'm out of town next weekend, she'd like it if you kept her company."

Keys drop to the gravel below.

"What are you -" Andrew is confused. Very confused. He was ready to apologize for overstepping an obvious mark, flirting with another man's girl right in front of him, and now this?

"Think you know what I'm sayin'."

Andrew did. He'd gone home Friday night and fisted his cock to thoughts of that silky dress wrapped around your body, your nipples so obvious beneath the fabric, dreaming that they were hard for him instead of Joel, his boss. He should not have been fantasizing about his boss's girl at all, but there was no stopping it.

"Don't have to be nothin', but," Joel shrugs, "If you both want it to be somethin'... I ain't got a problem with it."

It had been simple as that. Joel had handed over your phone number, telling him to get in touch, and it had all gone from there.

You were nervous.

Outwardly you probably looked the same as you always did, legs curled under, eyes focused on the TV ahead, occasionally checking your phone. No. The only outward sign that anything was different were the occasional deep breaths you had to take - deep sighs to stave off the hammering in your heart that little bit longer.

You didn't know how to do any of this. It had been a long time since you properly dated - Could this even be called a date? - and whilst there was no pressure and minimal expectation, you still felt the familiar bubble of nerves in your belly.

You'd texted back and forth from the day Joel gave him your number. You had one anxious phonecall to talk it out, a call that became both easier and harder the longer it went on. When it was over, Joel made you come on his fingers, before sliding the tip of his cock into your mouth for you to quickly swallow down his come. It seemed Joel was coming quicker and quicker lately, and you can't say you blamed him.

There was a knock at the door just as you took your next deep, calming, breath, and you choked on it as it was halfway down, making you cough and splutter for a second as you gasped in air.

Opening the door, it was clear to see he was as nervous as you.

It had felt awkward at first, and you briefly thought about running to the bathroom and calling Joel. Then you'd caught him looking at you, raking his eyes down your body, making him blush when his eyes caught yours, sparkling with laughter. He smiled at you sheepishly, and you openly dragged your own eyes across his body in return, his legs spread and arm thrown back on the couch, and that was the tension broken.

You both spent a long hour on the sofa of Joel's living room, ignoring the TV as you talked, working your way closer and closer to him, short touches getting longer and longer until his hand was resting on your knee. You'd made the first move, shutting him up with a kiss as he talked animatedly about a movie he'd watched with his nephew. It hadn't taken long for your clothes to be discarded around the living room and for you to be dragging Andrew up the stairs to Joel's bedroom. 

He hesitated for a moment, asking if this was really okay, if you really wanted it, if Joel really wouldn't mind, before succumbing to his own desires and falling into bed with you. You had forgotten what it was like to get to know a new body, and to have unfamiliar hands on yours.

Still, it felt good, and fumbling hands quickly brought you to your first release of the night.

His tongue, and a quick look downward to the foreign face between your legs, had brought you to your second.

You tried to hold back your disappointment when he covered his cock with a condom. You understood, as much as you disliked it, and you didn't try to convince him otherwise.

Your third had been around his cock as it pumped in and out of you, the curve dragging across your walls in a way Joel's didn't.

You couldn't take a fourth, and he was coming into the condom inside you with your nails raking down his back just as it all started becoming too much. 

He had held you afterward, talking and laughing into your mouth as you let your hands wander over one another until the early hours of the morning.

You couldn't wait for Joel to get home.

His truck is pulling into the driveway, replacing where Andrew's had been the night before. You run to the door, throwing yourself at him as soon as it clicks open to reveal his beautiful face. 

You kiss him all over - his plush lips, the curve of his nose, the crinkles by his eyes as he laughs at you and tells you to calm down.

“Someone missed me,” he says, thinking how lucky he is to come home to you. You didn't live here, not yet, but he loved how you'd worn down his torn edges and leaked into every part of his life, slotting into the gaps he'd left for you to inhabit.

“Always,” you mumble, still dotting kisses all over him. He finally finds your mouth again, calming you with a deep kiss and sturdy hands, pressing you up against his warm body. He tastes like coffee, even this late in the day, and the bitter familiarity of it stirs something in your belly.

When he pulls back, he's searching your face, looking for any trace of worry, any upset that he may have to deal with. Finding nothing but unbridled joy, he smiles softly, throwing his keys onto the table by the door, the other still kept firmly wrapped around you.

“You have a good night without me?”

A laugh tumbles out of you. You're glad he asked so soon, having been eager to tell him all about it since the moment Andrew left. Still, you can't help but grin at the memory of Andrew and your evening wrapped up in Joel's sheets with him.

“I did.”

“S’good,” he says, knowing that the smiling tearing across your face is for more than just him. He's curious, painfully so, at what another man could've been doing with you to make you so happy. He wishes he could've been there to see it first hand.

“He make you come?” he asks, pulling you along to the couch with you still folded into his arms. You nod, the grin already hurting your cheeks, glad to let Joel know of the fun you had.

“S’good baby, so good.”

He kisses you again before he sits down, pulling you on top of him to straddle his thighs. His hands are roaming all over you, tracing the same trails over you that Andrew's had. The stroke of his fingers drag goosebumps across your flesh as he scrapes them down your hips to rest heavily on your legs.

Pushing his hands firmer into your thighs, you make him hold you tighter, relishing the feeling of his hands being back on you. Andrew had been hesitant to hold you at first, tentative to mark you or grip you too tight. Joel's hands were sure and steady, they knew you in ways that Andrew's were only just starting to know. The new and the old, you were excited for both.

“His hands feel different, baby?”

Joel's cupping your breasts now, gently squeezing and running thumbs over your nipples, making you arch into him with a soft whine. “Yes. Yours are bigger.”

Your hips start to move, first with the arch of your back as you push into his hands, but then with the realization there's a distinct hard shape below you, covered by the rough fabric of his jeans.

"Grind on me baby, that's it. I know your pussy's been all used up, but Daddy needs somethin' too."

“I need it too Daddy.”

“Y’always do baby. Always do.”

You're rocking your hips into him, his hardening erection pressing into your core through the thick denim. His hands reach under your shirt, dragging the fabric up as he moves, exposing your breasts and immediately capturing a nipple in his mouth with a scrape of his teeth.

"What did you like about him? What made you come the hardest baby?"

"His tongue. Uhhh. Came so hard on his tongue, Daddy."

“Oh fuck, I bet he ate this pussy nice and good.” His fingers are tickling up the legs of your shorts, stroking the sensitive apex of your thighs as you rock your body over him.

“You like his cock?” Joel finally asks, curiosity winning over his patience. The question makes you smile, your closed eyes helping you picture the shape of it all over again.

“Yes, Daddy. It was so pretty.”

Joel holds back a laugh. He'd been taken aback when you'd first called his own cock pretty, and when you'd explained in detail what you meant, he understood. If anything, it sparked a new found appreciation for his own dick that he didn't know he could have. If you loved it as much as you did then, damn, it must be pretty. It was no less funny now that you were using the same word to describe another man's cock. If he wasn't so pent up, he'd have you sit here and describe every little thing you liked about it too, but right now he needed to be inside you. He'd held himself back from coming at the thought of you two fucking in his bed last night, and he couldn't hold off any longer.

“That's so good baby. A pretty cock for my pretty girl.”

Joel talking about Andrew's cock makes your head spin in the best way. You lean forward and latch your lips to his just for another surface to find purchase on and stop you drifting off into space.

“Did he come too?”

It's a stupid question, Joel knows this, but one he wanted to hear the answer to anyway. There was something about his girl getting another man off that made pride swell inside him, pumping his cock up to near impossible levels of hardness.

You moan a yes into his mouth as you rub your cunt over the zipper if his jeans. His own fingers trail higher, making you pause your grinding as his index finger finds your hole, dipping in with ease at the excess moisture gathered there.

“He come in here?”

You bite your lip.

“Not like that."

Disappointment flickers across your face, and Joel sees it, well versed in the telltale twitch of your brow as you fight off a frown. He'll press the issue more later, you know, but for now he has one goal in mind.

“You suck his dick?”

“A little bit.”

Joel groans then, bucking up into you at the admission. Knowing his own mouth had been on yours, right where Andrew's cock had been not too long ago was sending him into a frenzy - he needs to calm down or get inside you, and quickly. He pulls you up and off of him, needing more than the heat of your cunt grinding in him over so many layers, and unzips his jeans, pulling out his weeping cock. He's so hard he almost feels bruised. It's okay, he reasons, he knows the perfect thing to ease an aching cock.

Pulling you back over him, he tugs down your shorts and panties, drawing them to the side so he can hook his cock through the gusset, trapping his bare cock against your bare pussy.

You could almost cry feeling his skin on yours and you want to claw your clothes off just to feel more of him on you. You know there's probably not time - Joel's cock is red and angry and it already feels so hot against your dripping slit. You'll have to make do with later, for now you'll just take him any way you can get him.

“Can I sit on it, Daddy? Please?” You plead with him, eyes pointlessly begging when you already know the answer.

“Rub that juicy pussy all over me first baby, gotta get it wet. I know you're all stretched out already, but I don't wanna hurt you.”

Your hips buck, sliding your cunt easily over his length, coating him in your arousal. His cock drags against your clit, jerking the sensitive bundle of nerves with each roll of your hips.

Your patience doesn't last long, and choosing to ask for forgiveness later rather than permission now, you waste no time in lifting yourself up, pushing his cock head to line up with your hole, and sinking down smoothly onto his rock hard length. 

“Ohhhh, Daddy,” you groan as you take him to the root in one.

“Oh, shit, atta girl. Good fuckin' girl.” His hands grip your ass, pulling you flush to him. You fall forward, steading yourself on his shoulders. When his lips capture yours, you let out a moan, opening your mouth to the plundering of his tongue.

“Needed this so fuckin' bad, baby,” he grunts into your mouth, thrusting up now to prompt you to move. You start to rock on him, his cock sliding against a spongy spot on your inner walls, dragging back and forth over it in a way that makes your bottom lip quiver. 

“Need you, Daddy.”

"Rock on me baby. Want you comin' on my cock before I fill you up."

“Oh, god, please.”

You'd gone without it from Andrew last night, and now all you could think about was being filled with Joel's cum.

You let your hips rock forward, the drag of your clit against the hair on his pubic bone pulling a sigh of relief from you as you move. He kept it trimmed short, all the more for you to grind against when you took him deep. It won't be long until you're falling apart over him, your brain had already been half way there before he'd even got through the door.

You rock faster, screwing your eyes shut as your moans get more desperate.

“Daddy, please.”

He knows what you need, he always does. He holds you tight in one arm, planting his other on your ass to encourage you on and on with your movements. You come with him whispering words of encouragement into your ear, shaking and stuttering on his lap, slick gushing around his cock and coating every glorious inch of him.

The remnants of your orgasm are still shuddering through you when he's pulling you to the side, keeping his cock seated deep in you, to lay you back on the couch. From this angle he can fuck into you on his terms, keep you covered and protected with his entire body as he claims your pussy.

He pulls his hips back, the head of his cock coming to rest just at your entrance, before sliding home. You squeal, gripping hold of his arms tightly as he sets a brutal pace fucking into you. Before Joel you're not sure you ever really knew what full meant. At this very moment, in this room, you didn't know what anything meant anymore as he fucked you with a determination that sent you stupid.

You can't help the loud moans that come from your mouth with each thrust of Joel's hips, the wet slap of his skin against yours rattling through your bones and echoing in your empty head.

“Talk to me,” he gasps into your ear. “Talk to me baby.”

“C-can’t Daddy. S’too- s'too good.”

He slows, hips still snapping into yours, but with a force that actually allows you to catch your breath. Not that you wanted to. You were ready to scream for him, but Joel wants more words from you than the shrill cries he'd have otherwise been tearing from your chest.

Joel lathes his tongue down your neck, tracing the faint marks Andrew had left on you. He sucks and nips on them, trying to taste him on you.

“You're so beautiful baby,” he praises. “All fucked out and used up and so fuckin' beautiful.”

"Mm. He was so good, Daddy. Felt so, so good."

You feel fuzzy thinking about it, and fuzzier still with the feeling of Joel's bare cock moving in you. You snap your eyes closed again, gripping Joel's thick arms tightly. His mouth is close to your ear. You can feel it. His breathing is loud, the smell of coffee and clean hair and Joel taking over your senses.

"You want his cum in you, don't you? Come on, no lying now. I know you do, it's okay. Tell me. Saw your face when I asked, baby. Need to hear it."

"Yes, Daddy," you whine into his neck. "I want his cum in me so bad."

Joel's heart hammers in his chest, his balls are so tight they could burst, but he's determined to last longer this time. He's waited two days for you, for this. All week he'd been coming in what felt like seconds, unable to keep the thought of your weekend activities out of his mind. He was worse than a damn teenager.

"I could be fucking it deeper into you right now. My dick would be covered in it. Could have it dripping off my balls. You'd lick it off and clean me up, wouldn't you baby?"

"Please."

You would, and you wished for nothing more than to be doing that right now. The need for it makes your eyes water, and Joel spots the signs, quickly capturing a small tear with the pad of his thumb.

“S’okay sweetheart. We'll get you filled up.”

His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly to him as pounds into you, whispering filthy promises in your ear before you finally get your fill. It doesn't take him long, relishing in the sounds of your moans in his ears, the pretty sounds of you begging for him, needing your Daddy so much you were crying for it. He whispers right back to you, telling you how much of a good girl you are, how beautiful you look when you're desperate, how much Andrew must have wanted you to have come to another man's house, to have fucked you in another man's bed, how very much he loves you, and you're his, you're his, you're his.

Your combined voices egging each other on and the wet grip of your cunt get him there, pulling him into you and painting your insides with his cum. Swollen lips find yours, and you swallow down his grunts as he jerks into you.

You feel warmed from the inside out when Joel finally looks at you again, taking your head in his hands and kissing you softly.

"Missed you," he mumbles into your mouth, and the warmth in your bones melts them, turning you to liquid right there on the couch.

"Missed you too, Joel."

Joel slips out from between your legs, stuffing a hand between you to quickly pull the fabric of your panties and shorts over your dripping center. He cups you there, holding you gently, soaking through your panties and shorts with cum as it leaks out of you. With his hand still between you, he rests his sweaty forehead against yours, letting your hands stroke soothing patterns up and down his back

A loud gurgle breaks the comfortable silence, and you both laugh. It was late in the day, neither of you had eaten but both had worked up quite the appetite.

"I made lasagna," you say, Joel's weight shifting off of you, removing the shroud of his body from over the top of yours. You'd spent half the day making it, needing something to keep you occupied as you waited for Joel to come back from his work trip.

Sitting back on the sofa, he assesses your relaxed form - legs still spread, dark patch forming on the front of your panties from your combined fluids leaking out of you, lips swollen and eyes glassy.

"S'perfect," he says, and you're not entirely sure he's talking about the food.

You'd eaten dinner together, finally peeling yourselves apart when the 40 minute timer had gone off. Afterwards, Joel had taken you upstairs, spotting the same sheets that were on his bed when he left you here on Saturday morning. You go to change them, cursing yourself for the oversight, but he tells you to leave it, pulling you in for a kiss before dragging you into the shower with him. You fall asleep soundly in his sheets that night, the smell of you and him and Andrew mingled together on the soft linens.

Joel, however, can't sleep. He can't get your face out of his head - the twitch in your eyebrow, the tear escaping your eye with how much you wanted something you didn't get. He knows you - he knows you would never ask, never make that kind of request of anyone. But he is not you.

So, at some time gone 11, cradling your sleeping form in one arm, he pulls out his phone.

Joel M. (11:13 p.m.): You seeing anyone else?

A. (11:20 p.m.): What?

Joel M. (11:21 p.m.): Are you fucking anyone other than my girl.

A. (11:21 p.m.): No.

Joel M. (11:28 p.m.): Good. Get tested. If you're gonna fuck her, you're gonna fuck her properly. She's on birth control, so no more of that condom shit.

A. (11:32 p.m.): You sure? She okay with it?

Joel M. (11:32 p.m.): She wants it. Too damn nice to ask for it.

Joel M. (11:33 p.m.): Just get yourself tested. Let me know the results.

Somewhere in an apartment across town, Andrew is rubbing a hand over his face, not quite believing his luck but not quite knowing what he's got himself into.

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[unpopularvivian]

Frankie: That fucker is back!

Hurricane: Yeah, I thought he was gone for good too.

Frankie: It's been seven years!

Hurricane: You still pissed he almost beat you that time?

Frankie: Uh, fuck you

Hurricane: Just sayin'

Franke: Things have changed a lot since he left town

Hurricane: That's for sure

Frankie: I gotta send a message of who's really in charge of things now.

Frankie (Thundering into the steelworks): Welcome home. I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone! Say hello to a new status quo Everyone knows that there's a brand-new dawn Turn the Furnace ON!

Frankie: Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been Who has been spotted cavorting around town After a seven-year absence Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program! So, the son of a bitch is back in town Why is he hanging around? What does that mean for your business? Well handily, I've got good news He's a loser, a fossil and I don't mean to sound hostile But the demon is a coward! You can take that as gospel Pulling my customers? Impossible! I'm visual, he's barely audible Stop givin' him the time of day Don't listen to a word he'd say I hope he had a nice vacay But he should've stayed away! While he hid elsewhere, who knows? We pivoted to efficency oh! Now his techniques see they're gettin' bloody rare! Hell's been better since he split, Where's he been? Who gives a shit!

Sixteen: Salutations! Good to be back over here! Yes, I know it's been a while Since someone with style treated hell to a quality service,

Sinners, rejoice!

Frankie: What a dated voice!

Sixteen: Instead of a clout-chasin' mediocore percision scheduled railroading nightmare!

Frankie: Come on!

Sixteen: Is Frankie insecure? Pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothin' working?

Frankie: Ignore his chirping!

Sixteen: Every day, she's got a new format

Frankie: You're lookin' at the future, he's the shit that comes before that!

Sixteen: Is Frankie as strong as she purports, Or is it based on her support? she'd be powerless without her goddamn team!

Frankie: Oh, please!

Sixteen: And here's the sugar on the cream she asked me to join her team! Frankie: Hold on!

Sixteen: I said no, and now she's pissy, that's the tea!

Frankie: You old-timey prick I'll show you suffering!

Sixteen: Uh oh, the TV is buffering! Frankie: I'll destroy you, you little– (Steelworks loses all power from the sheer amount of lights Frankie used)

Sixteen: I'm afraid you've lost your signal.

Sixteen (As he begins walking to his old shed.): Let's begin. I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone. Tune on in. When I'm done, Your status quo will know its race is run. Oh, this will be fun.

Frankie: Fuck!

(Google Stayed Gone, it's a fire song.)

I don't know how to continue this because I've been pretty tired but Frankie and Sixteen beat the shit out of each other while Hurricane watches in horror.

[fiskie-xiv]

Miqo'March day 11 - Loss

Xen was back at the Sirensong Sea, and despite all that had changed, she felt the same fear she felt when she was there years ago.

And here's the second half of yesterday's fic.

This takes place in early Stormblood, during the level 61 dungeon.

featuring @goblin-gal-pal's WoL Ariah Kasteel

Xen felt sick. Being back on this island was already bad enough. But the vision she'd just seen, of Redna promising her own life away to save Xen, was hard to stomach.

The Scions had been on their way to the Far East, in hopes of fighting the empire in Doma. But on their way, in a manner all too familiar to Xen, their ship was suddenly stopped and pulled towards something by unknown means. Xen knew what was coming, but this time she was prepared. She had gotten stronger, and had allies with her. They were ready to fight their way through anything that tried to stop them.

What Xen wasn't prepared for was seeing Redna here. Her former captain had declined when Xen asked her to join the Scions on their trip, so she should have been back at her home. But instead Xen ran into her again shortly after they had disembarked onto the island. It was Redna's explanation of why she was there that triggered the echo. It seems her explanation had finished, judging by what the others were saying to her.

"But why didn't you ever tell us?" Alphinaud gestured to Redna's face as he spoke. "Had we known I'm sure we could have found a way to cleanse that brand from your eye." With how her captain always kept it covered, Xen had assumed she lost her left eye on that day. But now with her eyepatch removed Xen could see the eye was still in tact, though it had been changed to a deep red color.

"With everything else the Scions had goin' on, when would you have had the time?" Redna crossed her arms and sighed. "Besides, I never intended to try and get out of this deal."

"But why would you throw your life away like that?" Alisaie was furious, shoving her brother aside to get closer to Redna.

"If it meant protectin' Xen, then my life was a fine price to pay." Redna smiled as she said this, and Xen had to avert her gaze. Seeing Redna talk so casually about her own death made them want to scream. Instead they just stared at the ground, gritting her teeth.

"But making a deal with a voidsent?" Lyse was the next to speak. "Wasn't that risky? What if it went back on the deal?"

"I've got experience with their kind. They take these kinds of things seriously. Besides, it's not like I had any other choice at the time." Another sigh. "We can talk about what I should've done all day, but in the end I made that deal. And since I've been brought here it's my time to pay up."

"So that's it?" Xen hadn't meant to speak up, but it was all too much for her to keep in anymore. Her fists were balled, her palms hurt from her own nails digging into them. "You're just goin' to go and die? Were you just planning on disappearin' without sayin' a word?"

"Xen..." Redna spoke softly. "Of course I wanted to tell you. I had a feelin' it was almost time last time we talked. But then you told me y'all were goin' to Doma. And I couldn't be a distraction from that."

"A distraction? Why are you talkin' like your life doesn't matter? What am I supposed to do without you?"

Xen felt Redna's hand on her shoulder. "You saw what happened back then, right? Everythin' I said to Lorelei's still true. Besides, what do you need me for? You've got everyone else here and then some. Look at all you'e accomplished, and how strong you've gotten."

"How strong I've gotten?" This was too much. Xen slapped away Redna's hand. She finally lifted her head looked her former captain in the eye as she screamed. "What's that strength matter if it ain't enough!? If I was strong enough I wouldn't have lost to Zenos! If..." She'd been trying to keep these thoughts down for so long, but it was too late now, she couldn't stop. "If I'd been stronger then maybe Papalymo wouldn't have had to give his life to stop that primal! Maybe Minfilia could still be with us! And Ysayle, and Harchefaunt, and Moenbryda too!" Her thoughts didn't stop at just them. Noraxia, everyone else from the Waking Sands, the whole crew of the Liljefisker... and Xen. "How can I believe I'm stronger when you're askin' me to just let you die too?"

Xen realized her face was wet. She wasn't sure when the tears started flowing, but there seemed to have been a lot of them. She wiped her cheecks with her sleeve and looked to Redna, who looked devastated. "Xen... I'm sorry... I made this deal, I can't just leave." She pointed to her branded eye. "As long as I've got this mark the terms are still set, it could just bring me back. Lorelei kept up its end of the deal, so I have to keep mine..."

Xen clenched her jaw once more. Her mind was racing, there had to be something she could do. Then a voice behind her spoke up. "But it didn't, right?" Xen wheeled behind her to see Ariah. "It was supposed to let Xen leave the island safely, and where is she now?"

"You're right." Alphinaud spoke up. "As long as Xen is still here, then the deal should be null, correct?"

"I... I suppose so. But y'all need to get to Doma still, she can't-"

"Then we'll just have to get rid of this Lorelei ourselves." Alisaie grinned. "Taking out whatever brought our ship here was our original plan, after all."

Xen looked back to Ariah, who just smiled at her. She couldn't help but laugh, and lunged forward to give the auri woman woman a hug. "It's settled then." She pulled back, a grin on her face. "As long as Lorelei's still here I'm not takin' a step off this rock." She began to turn back to the other, but atopped as she noticed something off in the distance.

"Alphinaud, can you stay here with Redna?" Lyse stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "Ella and the others can handle the Misery, while the rest of us here will fight our way through to Lorelei."

Alphinaud nodded. "Of course. Allow me to take a moment to see if Carvellain has a spare sword for her."

"There's no need." Xen said as she grabbed two daggers she had off of her belt. "She can use these." She walked up to Redna, handing her the blades with a smile.

"Wait, but you need these, what are you gonna-" Xen turned away before Redna could finish. She walked over to what she'd seen before. She could barely make it out through the fog before. A large greatsword made out of a black metal was stuck in the ground by a rock wall. Xen had seen it before, it was the same sword from the vision they'd just experienced. She looked up the rock wall. She couldn't see the top through the fog, but the same cliff where Redna had promised her life away must have been there.

Xen gripped the blade's handle and pulled. It slide right out of the ground, it seemed the blade was much lighter that it looked. With a few practice swings Xen was sure she could make use of it. It was the same darkness that had nearly killed her years ago, given form by the person who gave her reason to fight.

The last time she'd held a greatsword, Fray had asked her to find her own way to fight. But if it meant protecting what she cared about, Xen would happily take borrowed strength.

[pbaz7]

Yayyy new chapter! I’m currently hyperventilating because Azzi is in Dallas and they are too adorable for me to handle. Excited to read!

Paige had never thought she'd see the day where Jasmine was sitting in her living room, legs crossed on her couch

- with a gun pointed at her head right? Right?

The same couch her and Azzi had just—well, no

- wild

We were toxic from the jump, it was just fun because we were in college.”

- hear hear to that

Paige let out a quiet laugh, gaze dropping briefly to the girl's lips. “I got a bum knee, not a bum mouth.”

- now Paige you got a girl

Lemme take you home then…so I can taste like you instead.”

- I mean that was a BAR

The one who used to bullshit around with her in the gym until all hours of the night, laughed with her like they had all the time in the world.

- memories hurt, espeically when it’s a good person

She makes me want to be better in every aspect of life. Makes me want to give her the best version of me. I want her to feel safe with me. I want her to know she’ll never have to carry anything alone—not while I’m breathing.”

- I hope someone caught that lovey dovey shit on tape cos Paige down bad damn

She paused again, catching her breath a little.

- she’s still going? Jasmine I respect your patience

Eyes glassy, cheeks damp with tears…but actually smiling.

- eh maybe she’s not so bad

As far as she knew, Azzi hadn’t done anything legal with Lukas—wasn’t listed on anything official.

- AS FAR AS SHE KNEW????

Azzi tapped the edge lightly, a silent request that Paige had learned meant lay down for me.

- Ok patient

But I’m not insecure, and I’m an adult. So I’d be fine.”

- so damn healthy

Azzi leaned against the table with a smile. “You’re in trouble when he starts asking for tattoos.”

- pazzi tattoos when.

Paige’s jaw tightened as she shook her head. “I swear, you be sayin’ shit like that like I won’t take you upstairs right now.”

- Paige has never heard the saying a time and a place

Paige leaned against the counter, still grinning. “She can pray for me too, if it helps.”

- you take that mouth to church on Sunday Paige bueckers

honestly I don’t even use my full salary.

- Paid Bueckers indeed

My sweet angels I love them so much they are so special to me. I’d love for you to write about them going on a vacation or something, something about the routine of travel days and vacation days when in love is so endearing. Loved this bestie! Update soon

- 🫂🫂🫂

now Paige you got a girl

ehhh not quite

memories hurt, espeically when it's a good person

that’s why it’s better to leave on awful terms 🙂‍↕️

eh maybe she's not so bad

loll that my effort to humanize her

Paige has never heard the saying a time and a place

doesn’t exist

ily bestie i hope you’re doing well

[wildlcck]

THE ANGEL THAT IS SUNSHINE (@soughtserenity): Sadie did you ever want kids before everything happened or were you and your Jake happy with things just as they were ?

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the shot glass from earlier lies empty, long abandoned now. she's started helping herself to some generous sips from the bottle instead- one. then, another. ❛ we thought about it. talked about it. we tried our fair share o' times. but... it wa'n't on the cards for us. ❜ lighting a cig with a small, faltering, faraway smile (one of the few she knows now). ❛ i know he woulda loved bein' a daddy, my jakey. he never did say all that much about it. he always said i was all the world he was ever gonna want or need. that our little world, this life of ours we was buildin' together... that was big enough, more than enough, for him. but, he thought about it. i know he did. i knew what he was thinkin', what was on his mind... without him sayin' nothin'. always did. ❜ she can remember fretting something fierce about it. 'cause they'd have this other mouth or mouths to feed and care for on their hands. and how would any kid of hers, with her having this cold stone for a heart, who'd come from a woman like her momma, who'd come from a momma like hers before her be any different? how could she or they be anything other than cold- hard? then, feeling some relief. a little sadness somewhere, too. for him. maybe some for herself. she did get to wondering. thinking if maybe she, if they, couldn't do it different. so, maybe she wasn't the mothering kind. but, in a warm, loving house, a home, with a man who's all love and heart? it could be different. they could do it different. so, she'd started thinking and they'd started talking about a stubborn-hearted, wild thing of a girl running 'round, one with unruly blonde hair. just like her. playing to her and teaching silly old nursery rhymes on the harmonica. or maybe a boy, with his kind eyes and heart. them reading to him and him always with his head stuck in some book. how different it'd be. she lost track of the tries, eventually. stopped counting, talking or wanting about it. got a little angry. a little sad maybe, too. she never did like having nothing taken from her, taken out of her hands. she always wanted to not want something. or to want to. then, she came across that little lopsided donkey-horse again, tucked away someplace, a little dusty now. the one he'd been trying to carve for what seemed like forever (she'd picked splinter after splinter out of his hands- he never was all that handy or practical, her jake). she was always saying how it looked more like an ass. he always laughed at that. but, he was determined, all right. he told her he was gonna make a whole ranch, even if it killed him (and his damn hands). how they'd learn their girl or boy all about theirs. how she could teach them to ride someday. one night, when they was doing the washing up, she wanted to tell him how she loved that stupid little horse. and him. about everything and all the nothing. then, a plate slipped from her hands. and then, she wanted nothing more than to break, to shatter them one after the other. so, she did, sobbing or screaming or something in between the two. he didn't say a word, her jake. just tended gently to her bloodied hands, all ridden with cuts. wiped carefully at the tears. held her in his warm, loving arms. he didn't say nothing when she replaced the plates a day or so later. just held her a little tighter at night, in the dark and quiet. ❛ he woulda made a great daddy, ma jake. the best. ❜

[l3m0ngal5]

Stayed gone but it's Benny and Abigail with Abigail as vox

Abigail :That Idiots is back!

regenerzard: Yeah, I thought he was gone for good, too

Abigail : After what he done

regenerzard: You still pissed he almost beat you that time?

Abigail: Uh, shut up

Juregenerzard: Just sayin'

Abigail: Things have changed a lot since he left town

regenerzard: That's for sure

Abigail:I gotta send a message of who's really in charge of things now. Welcome home. I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone. Say hello to a new status quo. Everyone knows that there's a brand-new dawn. Turn the TV on! (Camera speeds, rollin' in three, two) Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been. Who has been spotted cavorting around town (welcome to the show) After a seven-year absence, did anybody miss him? (Welcome to the show) Did anybody care More on tonight's program So, benny sharp is back in town Why is he hanging around? What does that mean for The Organisation Well handily, I've got good news He's a loser, He's awful and I don't mean to sound hostile But the Man is Just a coward! You can take that as gospel Pulling my Hero? Impossible! We're visual, he's barely audible Stop givin' him the time of day Don't listen to a word he'd say I hope he had a nice vacay But he should've stayed away While he hid in Techno We pivoted to Hero Now his medium is gettin' bloody rare It's been better since he split Where's he been? Who cares, that's it

Benny : What's. to be back on the air. Yes, I know it's been a while Since someone with style treated You to broadcast So now, rejoice!

Abigail "what a Stupid voice

Benny:Instead of a Rule Upsest mediocre Business lady

Abigail:Come on!

Benny: Is Abby insecure? Pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing's working?

Abigail: Ignore his chirping!

Benny: Every day, he's got a new format

Abigail: You're lookin' at the future, he's the shit that comes before that!

Benny: she as strong as he purports Or is it based on his support? SHe'd be powerless without the her Devotes

Abigail: Oh, please!

Benny: here's the sugar on the cream She asked me to join his team.

Abigail:Hold on!

Benny: i said no, and now he's pissy, that's the tea

Abigail: You old-timey prick I'll show you suffering

Benny: Uh oh, your TV is buffering!

Abigail: I'll destroy you, you little–

Benny: I'm afraid you've lost your signal Let's begin I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone Tune on in when I'm done Your status quo will know its race is run Oh, this will be fun

Abigail oh no

[howdoib]

Happy Holiday Truce @banchagu !!! I'm really rusty at writing but when I saw "Kitty and Johnny" and "Ghost part" my brain went into punk history brainrot mode. I really wish I had the time to flesh this out better for you, and I'm not sure I did all the topics justice.

Regardless, I really hope you enjoy!!

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Kitty remembers the first time back in '76 when she still went by Kathleen and she didn't know a Siouxsie from a Shane- She knows she ain't supposed to remember, maybe it's 'cause she died so slowly, bleedin out on the ground next to Johnny; he died on impact. But she remembers the first time that she felt the rumblin' beneath her not too worn and nothin fancy shoes. 

The ol' boarded up building that she thought used to be a smoke shop had been promising new business for a while but she'd never seen it before was lit up and the street around it shook. It sounded like a riot.

She remembers the shiny new cruisers (not that she had known that name back then) parked in a neat little line up front. Beat-up cars parked in reckless zigzags and more than a couple of lonely bicycles tied, chained, and just sitting against anythin' that even slightly allowed it.

And she remembers walkin' closer to it, weaving across the street, tiptoeing around the shiny bikes to glance on through the windows. 

Inside was a hazy den of smoke and flashing lights- this was before the punk scene got too wild but back then she didn't know quite so much- with moody stompers shouting and sceaming. After looking for a minute she had realized they were singing along to a barely audible guitar. The stompers were dancing, she had thought then a little mad, but she had leaned closer all the same tryin' to make out what had them all excited.

"You can go inside ya know."

It hadn't meant much to her back then, but this was the first time she met him, his voice all gravely and smokey, a cigarette in his left hand. He was even slighter back then, all bony awkward elbows in too big clothes. His coat- the same one he wears now the one he died in  was even bigger on him, the poor leather hem dragging on the ground. Maybe the meeting would have been better, more impactful, if he hadn't been leaning against a wall and she hadn't been craning her neck to peer through a tiny window. But she only remembered thinking this asshole before stomping over to the door.

She'll never forget this moment, if she dies again, somehow, after her souls faded into less than dust, this memory will stick to the wind, cemented for eternity- or somethin' like that. But when she opened that door the casphony made sense. The musty stompers all clad in denim and safety pins surrounded her and she couldn't see the stage but she knew this sound. Not because she'd heard it before but in the pounding in her chest when she was angry and the drive in her feet before she jumps. Yet somehow in it's familiarity it was overwhelming, awe-inspiring to the point where she felt like she had opened a door to a roaring river and then stepped inside.

Kitty wishes she could say she remembers that night crystal clear- but it's all 'twixt lil scraps of images and things she objectively knows happened. An' unlike Johnny it's not 'cause she died that she forgot. Just that the whole night was the same empty ecstatic feeling of breathing for the first time.

She knows she had stood around a while 'fore Johnny had somehow got her to dance. She remembers this one wicked blue haired stomper lookin her dead in the eyes and piercing her straight through the ear with a safety pin. 

Johnny and her had blown the joint once it got too late, him sayin' how she didn't need to be involved with all that stuff. She had tucked her face into his lean back and clung on for dear life. It was a kiddie ride but back then she'd never touched a motorcycle much less ridden one. High on life and too caught up in it to head home, they mosied around town. 

When the wind blew through her wooly school blazer and carried the raspy muttering of Johnny, Kitty remembered deciding this would be her eternity.

It wasn't. Not yet at least. Kitty had woken up then next day ice cold in a park all snuggled up 'gainst Johnny an' his bike. Even back then he'd called it 13- didn't know why people couldn't figure out that the man who claimed his own shadow wouldn't claim his bike, but Kitty had been around too long to not realize they were all fucking idiots. Lovingly. 

Back then though, she had just desperately tried to remember the night before- twasn't nothin' bad, just her and Johnny clicking like that. She wasn't even slightly sorry when she gyped with Johnny and they rode around town all day.

They had cussed out neighbors and fogies and snuck their way Ol' Freddie's yard, just to see what was back there (a worn down shed and scraggly bushes of molly, Johnny snuck some in his pocket). 

As 4 rolled around she met his crew; a silly bunch of goofs, all covered in safety pins and shitty tattoos. Kitty remembers the first time she rode with the pack. Everybody howling an' actin' like crazed wild things; they had been playin it up a bit for the new gal, but the shit they would get into together certainly topped this Rowley brigade. The record shop was near close when they rolled in and looted, pulling out records with labels like "Nipple Erectors" and "Hammersmith Gorillas". Good taste. Back then she thought they were fucking loons.

After it closed they had all rumbled their way around lookin for something cheap to spend their pocket lint on. What they ended up actually finding was a wide storm drain that Johnny had lept down from the short bridge dragging her by the hand down with him too.

"First dibs!" He exclaimed with a wicked grin. Kitty hadn't known it was possible for someone her age to be missing so many teeth.

She kinda liked it. Who would've thought she'd spend her whole life and afterlife with this same dumbfuck?

Sittin' in that drain with Johnny, their legs kicking to and fro, and the gang crouched on the banks, was serene. Kitty had a picture still of her an' Johnny, just sitting there. A tall kid from their gang, Galaxy, they went by, kept pullin out the funniest faces and a sullen girl kept deadpanning things down so that even as Kathy lost track of the conversation she still caught herself roarin with laughter. When footfall passed overhead they all hushed up, but Johnny kept grinning, starin' each of 'em in the eyes trying the break the first laugh. It worked too. They were lucky back then. They didn't get caught this time.

The sun would begin to set and Kitty would have Johnny drive her on home with the promise of seein' her at school the next day (she had doubted, she went to a Catholic girls school). At home she got the first scolding of many before she packed up her things and left. But even that day, before she was used to it, Kitty remembered not feelin' an ounce of regret.

To her surprise, the next day, she did see Johnny, all dressed in a skirt with his hair pulled back in braids. She punched him straight in the face. She didn't get it till her upperclassman, Mary, put her arm around "Joanne's" shoulders and dragged him off to class.

She had chewed her lip raw thinking about it back then, in her first period class. When that final bell rang she had already sprinted over to the shed behind the school- she had bet Johnny stashed his bike there. 

Back then she was an arrogant piece of shit and so the first thing out of her mouth was:

"What're you doin' at a school like this? Trying to perv on girls?" 

Johnny had given her that little half smirk of his, his canine looking sharp. "I'm 13 for a reason."

He grabbed her hand as he swung his leg over the bike

"You wanna ride or you wanna talk, Chatty Cathy?"

Kathleen had had almost stood there too long, his hand began to pull away.

"Call me Kitty," she said, "And you're lucky to know someone like me."

And yeah, maybe Kitty regrets sayin' that kinda shit back then, but they were both just stupid kids trying their absolute hardest to be cool. An' even if it was cruel Kitty was glad that he got it. That he took her on that bike and they went far. Maybe they took it too far. 

She remembered when they rode around like madmen, only getting wilder after they both dropped out, together. Livin' on the "no plates no rules" mindset. As long as they could outrun it an' make it to their next thrill, that was all that mattered.

 

One time when they were running from the police, Kitty hollering in his ear, they drifted over 70 miles per hour- which may sound like nothin' but with a passenger it ain't nothin'. Kitty remembered leaning so hard her elbow almost touched the ground and a hysterical laugh breaking out as she squeezed her eyes shut for the first time in a long time.

Since then they only got more reckless and the rest is history. Maybe they shouldn't have tried that last turn in such a tight ally and maybe Kitty shouldn't have gotten them in the mess in the first place.

But when she woke up next to Johnny again, sky green or not, she didn't care.

That first day she remembered shaking him awake and calling him Johnny, and him saying he didn't know who the fuck Johnny was. An' when she told him everythin' and called home her Johnny, she remembered this-

"Maybe I was your Johnny, but I ain't nobody's Johnny until I decide to be. But you can stick around if ya like." He held out his hand again, as he was already on the cursed bewitching bike. She grabbed on.

"Call me Kitty, and 13's my lucky number."

He'd remember everything later after they'd ridden for a while and he told her she'd be his ride and die for death. He never remembered that wicked turn or why they tried it in the first place. Kitty would tell him someday- he wasn't so lucky to know a girl like her. 

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Bonus sketch of storm drain photo

[layzhe-06]

It's time for some Yumihisu headcanons! (Minor spoilers up ahead ig)

Btw, some of these are applicable to canon but I think a good chunk of it is applicable to the au where Ymir chooses Historia over Reiner and Bertolt.

They just cuddle whenever they have bad days. No words need to be said because they just know when the other is sad. So they just cuddle until they can talk about it.

Ymir loves having pets around, so she and Historia have a dog and cat at home and they treat those two like their kids lmfao.

Reiner is their #1 supporter, no I won't take criticism for that. (hE WAS ABOUT TO DIE AND YET HE STILL GOT THE LETTER TO HISTORIA OMG--)

You guys might think Historia's the clingy one but in reality, I hc it as the other way around. Idk, but based on what I saw from Junior High, I genuinely feel like Ymir has the tendency to just... Have an oddly dramatic monologue when Historia's doing some errands and she's left alone at home lmao.

✨ Forehead kisses ✨

They're vv supportive of each other. Ymir would probably go to Historia's declarations and stuff and bragging about how awesome her wife is: "That's my wife!" "Yes, you go Historia!" "I love yOU!" Historia wouldn't be too embarrassed, she'd just find it absolutely sweet, and it helps her when she gets a little anxious onstage.

Ymir can sing, so during their anniversaries she just pulls out an instrument and serenades Historia. Historia would probably sing along too if she knew the song. Oh and Historia would be the type to give chocolates, flowers, and handmade cards. Miss ma'am is an artist and we love that.

When other ppl insult Ymir, Historia will literally go and defend her wife's honor before Ymir can do it herself. She's not going to simply talk, she's going to go slap them and then talk. Esp when it's some creepy loser. Ymir does the same basically. She gets angry when random ppl hit on her in clubs even when they're very clearly together. So if the guy won't leave, Ymir's gonna throw some hands.

Ymir sleeps in a fetus position and Historia has the habit of curling around her from behind whenever they sleep. It's so cute tbh if only I could draw it. Maybe I will, one day idk.

Historia would propose first, just sayin.

Ymir would be the first to cry during their wedding lmao ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

When Ymir dies, Historia just feels that very moment she does, and it hurts a lot. Like, she'll just be assessing something and then she feels it. It hurts a lot, like a really painful ache in her heart and that's when she realizes that Ymir is gone for good. She suddenly felt alone, cold, and everything hurt.

Before Ymir dies, when she's all chained up, she's defo thinking about Historia. What she could be doing and if she's okay. She's probably sad that she can't apologize to Historia for leaving her like that. Ymir's last thought before she dies is probably about Historia ✌️😗.

So yeah... That's all for my yumihisu hcs atm. I rlly do adore their relationship and I'm rlly sad that it had to end that way. tHEY DESERVED TO GET MARRIED AND I WILL WAIT FOR THE DAY THAT COMES.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

She Wouldn’t Be Gone || Leon S. Kennedy ||

Prompts:

Saying I love you- 22: Muffled, from the other side of the door.

A/n: Here is some good old Leon Angst because why the hell not..probably sucks cause I’m horrible when it comes to writing angst.

also i turned it into a song fic {{ lyrics Italicized }} 

Song Here {{ Listing to it may help }}.

Dating a man like Leon S. Kennedy was never an easy task, he was gone a lot of the days and sometimes it felt like when you two where actually together he his mind wasn’t even their. You started to feel like the man didn’t care about you at all. Did he even love you? that was a question that’s have been running through your mind recently.

You felt like he cared more for Ada more than you and it was getting to a point where you couldn’t take it. It hurt watching him leave, with out giving you a second glance and thanks to Chris you knew just how close two where. Clutching the phone tightly in your hands you tried to stomach what the man on the other line was saying to you.

“Thank you Chris...I...I’ll talk to you later.”After hanging up you clutched the phone to your chest. You weren’t going to cry, that’s what you told yourself until you entered the bedroom your shared with Leon. Locking the door you glanced around the room. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time to leave the man.

Gathering the courage you started to pack your things, you wanted to get this done before he came home, maybe it was the cowards way to go but you didn’t think you could face him. Clutching your suitcase you made your way out of the bedroom. Hanging your head low, your fingers held on firmly to the handle as you walked through the apartment.

“Goodbye Leon.”

Shaking your head you placed a small note on the table you walked out the door hating it will be your last time being back here.

Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Took you home set you on the counter Oh, at least a time or two Maybe she'd thought it through.

When Leon first entered the apartment the man was expected to be greeted by your sunny smile and welcome back. Not the eerie silence he was in right now. 

“Y/n.” Maybe you were sleeping, that had to be it. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest as walked to the bedroom, you couldn’t have left. Opening the door the man swallowed the lump in his throat, the room was empty and as he started to check for your things but of course your draws were empty. 

“Y/n!” shouting out your name he prayed that this was a joke, it had to be. Glancing around he ran his fingers through his hair fully checking the apartment. It wasn’t until he spotted the note that he knew you’d left, grasping the letter it suddenly felt heavy in his hands. Reading it over the mans heart sunk as he rushed out the door as the note fluttered to the ground.

Yellow sunset slowly dipping down in the rear view Oh, how she'd love to sit and watch you I could have done that a whole lot more If I hadn't been so stubborn, been so selfish Thought about her more, thought about me less Joked and make her laugh, held her when she cried.

Leon cursed to himself, the man felt like an idiot though he knew he had to fix this. Slipping into the car he tried to push back the memories that suddenly came flooding back to him. He shouldn’t have been so stubborn and selfish, you should have his first priority. He should been their to make you laugh, to hold you when you cried. Not to just lave you on your own whenever he had some stupid mission to do.

A little more that, maybe I Wouldn't be driving like hell flying like crazy down the highway Calling everyone we know stopping any place she might be Going any place she might go beating on the dash Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe She wouldn't be gone, she wouldn't be gone.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his hands he knew he had to find you, Leon didn’t care how fast he was driving. Slamming his hands on the dash he screamed your name at the windshield not knowing he was even crying, though he couldn’t help but think that if he loved you this much then you wouldn’t be gone.

She warned me it was coming said if I didn't change She was leaving I just didn't believe she would ever really walk out, God, I believe her now Called her mamma, cried like a baby to her best friend If they've seen her, they ain't sayin', they ain't sayin' Now, I'm cursing like a fool, praying it ain't too late All I wanna do is fix my mistakes.

You hard warned him, you told him that you’d leave if he didn’t change. Leon just didn’t believe that you would ever walk out but god did he believe you now.Squeezing his eyes shut he then tugged out his phone,trying to keep his voice from breaking he called your mother though she didn’t see and his next choice was Claire, she had to know where you were. You two where best friends.

“Claire...please tell me you’ve seen y/n...” Though he couldn’t help but break down once the woman talked to him, he knew he deserved to get yelled at by her but when it came down to it she hasn’t seen you.

Brushing the tears away, he quickly tossed his phone to the passenger seat. If they have seen you they certainly weren’t telling him.He knew it was his fault but he just hoped he wasn’t to late. He just knew that he had to fix his mistakes, he would make it right.

Find her beg her for one more try, until then damn it I'll Be driving like hell flying like crazy down the highway Calling everyone we know stopping any place she might be Going any place she might go beating on the dash Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe She wouldn't be gone.

Leon would find you, beg you for one more try. He wouldn’t fuck this relationship up, he was going to do anything for you. He hated that he made you leave.Using his car drive crazy down the highway he hoped he wouldn’t get pulled over though at the moment he didn’t care he was breaking the law by speeding. He called everyone they knew and stopped at any place that you’d like to go but he was getting nothing.

Glancing up at the rear view mirror he then caught a glance of his tear stained face, he just gripped the steering wheel tighter until his phone started to go off. Picking it up he ran his tongue over his lip not thinking twice about who it might be.

“Y/n?”

“Really Leon...I’m hurt..”

Slowing down, he knew that he didn’t have time for this. “What do you want Wong?”

“Wong...back to using my last name? this is the thanks I get for finding your little girlfriend...will maybe not girlfriend anymore.”

“What?” that made him slam on the breaks to his car causing the thing to screech across the road. “Tell me....please..”

“Well since you sound so pathetic and it’s a little cute how worried you are and how much you messed this up...I’ll tell you...but Kennedy...you got one shot at this...try not to screw up it.”

I wouldn't be beating on the dash Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe She wouldn't be gone Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Took you home set you on the counter, oh at least a time or two Maybe she'd thought it through.

When Leon pulled up to the motel he hated how nervous he felt. Glancing at the motel number of the room you were staying in he slowly made his way to the door. Only to get a glimpse of you through the window and that’s when his heart stopped. You were crying, is one thing he could see. Did he really do that to you?

What kind of stupid question was that? Of course he did that to you, of course he was the reason you where crying though he wanted to make this right, he had too.

Making his way to the door, giving it a small knock he knew you must have looked through the peephole.

“What do you want Leon? why are you here?”

“Y/n...please open the door...I need to talk to you...just please. Please open the door.”

“Leon...just please go.”

“No..I..go I’ll go...just let me..just let....just let me say this and I’ll go...you don’t have to open it.”

Pressing his head against the door he closed his eyes doing his best to push down his emotions.  “Y/n....I know I fucked up....but I love you..and I know you can do better than me but I’m to scared to let you go...just give me another chance...please.”

Hearing the door open, he stepped back to see some tears slipping down your cheeks. Stepping closer, you frowned then wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. “I’m giving you chance Leon.....don’t fuck this up.”

“I won’t.....god I promise you I won’t.” He whispered still holding onto you.

Holding onto Leon, you knew he would keep his promise and if it wasn’t for that call with Ada you part of you knew you would have been long gone.

Glancing up at the man you then pressed your lips against his cheek. “Let’s go home.”

As you two walked towards Leon’s car you missed the woman watching you leave.

Smiling to herself, Ada slipped her sunglasses back on as she turned towards her bike. While the woman enjoyed the banter her and Kennedy shared she knew that his heart would always belong to you and that was something she was fine with.After all, she was the one that convinced you to come here in the first place.

“Good luck you two.” Glancing over her shoulder the two of you were already in the car driving off. “They do make a cute ship.”

[mwolf0epsilon]

The only thing Joey loves more than playing god and Henry Stein, is fucking with people's heads.

Summary: In which two older men relentlessly tease a younger coworker to the point it becomes detrimental to the object of their "affections". AKA Norman doesn't know how to feel about his attraction to Sammy, and Joey likes to fuck with people. Tom doesn't help in the slightest.

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Sammy was exhausted. Both physically and mentally, as he'd had another frustratingly long day "correcting" scores he'd been working on for weeks and enduring the band's incessant incompetence.

Oh, and there were also Norman and Joey who, for some mysterious reason, had decided to begin tormenting the hell out of him.

Overall a regular day at the studio, but one that ended up grinding his gears in the most painful way possible.

"Abigail, I'm home..." He called out to his younger sister, now well on the way to womanhood at the ripe age of 15, and ready to "face the world" or so she'd said (nevermind that she still got anxious when he was late).

"Dinner will be ready soon! Take your shoes off mister!" She called out from their tiny kitchen. In her desire to prove herself quite grown up she'd taken to cooking for him whenever he came in late from work, as opposed to keeping him on his feet like when she was still unable to reach the stove properly.

He had to admit, at least what she made was palatable. For all that he was good with an instrument and a tune, Sammy lacked tallent in the cooking department. Still he'd miss those nights where he'd make "drowned pasta burnt Bolognese" for the both of them to enjoy. But not as much as he missed his mother's cakes.

"What are we having?" He put his coat on the hanger and kicked off his shoes. The floor looked a bit slick from Abby moping it no doubt. She still hadn't gotten the hang of getting the excess water off of the mop.

"I thought we could mix things up and have breakfast foods for dinner. Like when I was six." She explained, seeming rather chipper. "Those were fun nights."

"That they were..." He joined her in the kitchen, enjoying the smell of cooking bacon and eggs, as well as warm toast and fresh orange juice. He'd kill for some whiskey though.

"They also cheered me up everytime, so I thought it could work for you too, Sambo." And there it was. Astute observation on her part, Abby always knew when he was down in the dumps for real. Getting harassed at work was definitely one way to get him a little under the weather.

"Don't call me that."

"Oh why not? I think you'd like a good samba. I've seen you dance Sammy, you could light up a room with just how happy you get shaking about." She smiled genuinely at him, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes. He smiled back as she placed a plate in front of him, and smiled wider when she gave him a bottle of licor rather than the juice she was having for herself. "Just a little treat, so you feel better."

"You're a little angel, you know that?" He ruffled her hair and chuckled bitterly. Yeah, an angel. Unlike those good for nothing-- Patience Sammy. No need to get upset while eating a meal with his sister.

"Everyone needs one guarding their back." Abigail stated before tucking in, looking up at him with a mouthful of eggs and bacon. "So. Spill. What's got my grumpy brother in a perpetual A?"

"Abby, don't talk with your mouth full." He chastised, ignoring her usage of musical keys to coax the issue out of him. "It's really nothing to worry about. Just work being bothersome."

"It's not nothing. You usually grumble when it's just work. This is clearly something else if it's making you quiet." Abby insisted after swallowing her food. "Samuel Lawrence Jr is not a quiet man."

That he wasn't, and that was the give away here. She knew how to read him like a book and it was honestly pointless trying to skirt around it. Abigail was a Lawrence after all. And a Lawrence was as stubborn as a mule out in the field.

So... He relented and told his sister.

"It's stupid. It's so freaking stupid!" He covered his face with his hands, frustrated and embarrassed. "Joey and Norman have been acting like petulant children! Mocking me openly, leaving little notes teasing me, heck even talking behind my back about how much they dislike me! What's worse is it's spreading! Even Thomas Connor has taken to mouthing off to his GENT subordinates, and people laugh whenever they see me! It's... It's disheartening! And very distracting!"

He sighed.

"It's stupid..."

"No it's not!" Abby startled him, the look of anger on her face giving him pause. "You're getting bullied! It's not stupid to feel bad about it."

"It is if you're a grown man. Grown men don't feel sad when their coworkers talk behind their back. That's..." Wimpy? Queer stuff? Worthy of a beating? His father would sneer at the thought of his only son being a wuss about this sort of stuff.

"Sammy, you're allowed to be sad if people are assholes to you."

"Abigail Marie Lawrence!"

"Don't pull that card with me. You know I'm right! They have no right to make you feel so rotten!"

She was right. They really didn't have the right to do this... But there was nothing he could really do.

Well, actually there was, he just couldn't do it to Drew of all people. But Norman and Thomas were another story.

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"You know you deserve this don't you?" Lacie Benton sighed as she dabbed Norman's swollen eye with a wet cloth. Besides her, Jack was helping sling his arm until he could have a doctor check it out for him. He'd landed pretty bad on it and, although he doubted he'd broken it, he couldn't quite move it from the pain.

"I know..."

"If you'd just told him instead of going off being so childish... Oh Norman what were you thinkin'?! Invitin' that devil t' start sayin' those things?! You should know better!" Lacie ranted on, frowning at the roughed up older gentleman she was currently caring for.

"I... I panicked. I still don't know how to address my issue with Sammy." He tried to explain. "I didn't think it'd escalate into him going crazy and comin' ta rip my throat out for it!"

"This is Sammy Lawrence we're talking about Norman. He was raised by a racist Catholic man that taught him gays and blacks are evil." Jack pointed out. "Resorting to 4th grade pettiness to show your crush you like them was definitely asking for Sammy to lose it and get revenge."

"An' Drew joinin' in on the "fun" did no good. I swear that man realized you were gettin,' sweet on him an' thought it'd be just swell t' ruin your days." Lacie huffed irritably.

"Thomas didn't help with the betting poll either. Everyone took the week to piss off Sammy, I swear to God..." Jack sighed.

"My fault. I shoulda' been more sensible... Kid hates me for sure now."

"Depends if he remembers. You both fell down the stairs pretty hard." Lacie reminded him. "Which reminds me, you should be expectin' a call soon. Your brother had to take that kid's poor sister to the hospital to check on her ornery brother."

"Oh... I'm dead for sure. If not by my brother's hand, it'll definitely be by my niece and nephew's..." He pauses, considering his options "Or worse... They'll set Sammy's sister on me! She can be real scary when she's mad!"

Needless to say, after indeed getting yelled at over the phone by Abigail Lawrence and having to apologize to Sammy while he dealt with a broken leg, Norman didn't tease the music director all that much after that incident. And whatever bets Thomas made became less public for fear of losing another molar. Sammy Lawrence had one hell of a right hook!

Joey still went out of his way to be a jackass though. He much liked teasing his favourite employees, and nothing would change that.

[madphantom]

The Sound of Life - Chapter 4

The next morning they were eating breakfast. Phoenix was still wearing her pajamas.

"Phoenix," Winslow suddenly said.

"Yeah?"

Winslow looked as shy as he had on the day Phoenix had seen him for the first time. "Ahum... Phinny..."

"Yeah?"

"Phinny... on Friday it's my sister Lucy's birthday. I...I think it's about time you meet my family."

For a second she was very quiet. Then: "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."

Dunphy looked just like it had when Winslow had left to look for fame. A soft summer wind was blowing over the yellow fields and playing with his hair. The sky was blue. First golden leaves were sailing across the streets, but most trees were still green. Some people passed them. Not everyone recognized Winslow. Those who did looked surprised or shocked. And they whispered.

"Look!"

"It's him! It's Winslow!"

"Harry's kid!"

"The Leach boy! The one who ran off to New York!"

"The musical one, who got lessons from Carmine!"

"My God, what happened to his face?"

"And who's the girl?"

"Yes, who's the girl?"

Before he rang the doorbell Winslow realized that Phoenix deserved a warning. "Phoenix...I have five talkative sisters."

She laughed. "Good company for me. Let's go."

He pressed the bell.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then the door opened. The fragile elderly woman in the doorway had fluffy hair and was wearing thick glasses. She hadn't changed a bit.

"Winslow!", Joan Leach yelped and pulled him into a long hug.

"Winslow?" Suddenly a tall lanky girl with equally thick glasses and a ponytail appeared in the corridor. "Winslow, bro!" She sprinted over and joined her mother in hugging the lost son.

"Whatcha sayin... Wins'!!!"

"The lost son has returned!"

"Bro! Bro! Bro!"

"Winsy! I knew you'd come back!"

"Sonny, don't you ever dare scare your poor old dad like that again!"

In the end, four siblings and the father had joined the group hug. Phoenix was awkwardly standing next to them.

Finally Momma Leach chased her children off. "Dear God, we're gonna suffocate the lost sheeple. Emmy, Jenny...Jenny! Sandy! Ellie! Harry, don't smother your son like that, I want him to live another day. Winslow, for God's sake, what kind of trouble did you get in in New York?"

He laughed shyly. "I'm gonna tell you later, first of all-" He reached out for Phoenix and pulled her to his side. "- I want you to meet Phoenix, my girlfriend."

"We've lived to see the day, my wee lil bro got himself a girlfriend," Emmy commented.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. The girl shrugged her shoulders. Winslow laughed.

"Why are we standing in the doorway?", Jenny suddenly asked. "Come in! Let's get in the living room!"

They sat down at the table. The twins, Sandy and Ellie, brought two extra chairs.

"Winslow, we want you to tell us everything," Poppa Leach said. "And Phoenix...if he exaggerates stop him from doing that."

She laughed. "I will."

"First things first: What the hell happened to your visage?", Emmy asked.

"Emmy!"

"What? He was ugly already when he left, but it was definitely not the pollution in NYC that made him even uglier."

"Emmy!"

"No, no, she's right," Winslow laughed. "Gosh, Emmy, I missed your salty comments."

"See, mum?" She grinned triumphantly.

"Anyway," Winslow continued. "I got my head caught in a record press."

Poppa Leach looked over to Phoenix. "I asked you to prevent him from exaggerating."

"In fact he's understating,' Phoenix mumbled.

"Gosh, Winslow you've always been one clumsy individual, but this just takes the cake."

"Emmy!"

"How is it even possible to do that?"

"Right, how do you get your head caught in a fucking record press, Winslow?"

"Sandy! Language!"

"I tried to destroy all copies of Faust Death Records printed," Winslow tried to explain.

"Oh yeah, I heard those bastards play your stuff on the radio...!"

"Ellie! Language!" Everyone laughed.

"And your voice?", Joan asked.

"Same thing."

"I've told you, son, New York is no good," Harry murmured.

"But how did you two meet, I'm curious!", Jenny burst out. Everyone else was quick to beg Winslow to tell the story. He laughed. "Well, I heard her sing Faust and..."

"Dot dot dot? Ey yo, you're not usually that type," Emmy remarked.

"Emmy!"

"Sorry momma."

"We kind of lost contact after we first met and then later Winslow found me again and we had a chat - I didn't recognize him then, because-" - Phoenix gesticulated at Winslow - "-Face. Then the next day Winslow saved me from being shot and got wounded himself and while he was in hospital we started talking and, well, became a couple."

"Awwwww," Jenny commented. "Hey, Phoenix, you're his first girlfriend, just so you know."

"Really?" Phoenix looked over to Winslow. "You didn't tell me!"

He blushed. Everyone laughed.

"Lucy is gonna marry soon too!", Ellie burst out.

"Really?" Winslow raised his eyebrows. "What'd I miss?"

Sandy grinned mischievously. "His name is Oskar. He's a historian from Germany. He's divorced and has a kid."

"They met in the grocery store!", Ellie yelled.

"I wanna know more!"

"She bumped into him..."

"...more or less deliberately."

"Less, according to her! Apparently it was an accident!"

"Sure."

"When is she coming?"

"Should arrive any minute, Winslow. Get ready for confused German mumbling!"

Everyone laughed.

"I left the cake in the oven!", Joan yelled and rushed into the kitchen. She returned with a warm oven-fresh cherry pie. A wonderful smell filled the living room. Winslow felt truly at home. The doorbell rang.

"That's them!", one of the twins yelled and sped off to open the door.

"She's gonna go flippin' when she sees you, Winsy," Jenny whispered.

"I hope she doesn't get a heart attack from your visage, bro," Emmy joked.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. Winslow quickly combed his hair over his bad eye.

"That's not necessary, you know," Phoenix remarked.

"I was just joking," Emmy agreed.

"I know, I just thought I really shouldn't shock Lucy more than necessary right away." Winslow grinned.

A short woman of around forty with wild dark blonde hair and thick glasses walked into the kitchen, only to freeze as soon as she spotted her long lost brother. She stared at him in pure shock.

"Winslow?!"

"Hi." He grinned like a young shark.

Behind Lucy a lanky redhead of forty and a little girl with pigtails appeared.

"Hey, Lucy, what's wrong?", Oskar asked.

She pointed at Winslow, her face as pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "Tha-tha-that's my brother...and he's dead!"

"Happy Birthday," Winslow replied.

Lucy looked like she'd just been forced to swallow a rolled up newspaper. "H-h-how this possible?"

She was so shocked she'd literally forgotten grammar.

The Leaches looked at each other and collectively burst out laughing at Lucy's puzzled expression. Finally Winslow got up and walked over to her.

"Jesus was resurrected," Emmy commented.

"Emmy! No jokes about God!"

"Sure, mum."

Lucy blinked five times. Then she reached out and touched Winslow to convince herself that he was, in fact, real and standing in front of her. Then her eyes widened. "I'm not dreaming!"

"Nope."

And suddenly she launched herself forward and gave him a hug. Winslow laughed. "It's nice to see you too, Sis." Over his sister's shoulder he greeted Oskar, who looked quite baffled. "Hi, you must be Oskar. My sisters told me about you..."

"Ja," Oskar replied in confusion, then realized he was speaking the wrong language. "Ich...I mean - yes, I'm Oskar."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Winslow Leach." They shook hands and Lucy let Winslow go. She reached behind herself and took the little girl's hand. "Maite, c'mon. Winslow, this is Maite... Oskar's daughter. Maite, this is Winslow - your uncle."

Maite tilted her head curiously. "Mr Winslow, why do you have silver teeth?"

"What?", Lucy asked in confusion, followed by a "Holy shit!"

She looked absolutely helpless. "Oh my God...oh my God...I... I...I need a chair."

Sandy brought her one and Lucy plummeted onto the seat. She was still staring at Winslow like he was a ghost. Joan served the cake. "Lucy, will you drop the plate if I give it to you?"

"Wha - no." She took it. She was still staring at Winslow.

"Her eyes are going to pop out any second," Harry commented.

"H-how come you're here?!", Lucy asked Winslow.

He laughed. "Ah well... it's a long story. But first of all, I want you to meet Phoenix - my girlfriend."

"Hi." Phoenix waved. "It's nice to meet you."

"Okay, I must be dreaming," Lucy slowly and serenely uttered. "Winslow's back, he got a makeover and he has a girlfriend. I'm asleep and my brain is playing tricks on me."

Winslow and Emmy collectively rolled their eyes.

"Now you're overreacting," Jenny said.

"No, I'm not." Lucy finally managed a shaky laugh. "Alright. Winsly - you have a lot to explain." She frowned. "Hey, what's that with your eye?"

Winslow wiped away his hair and Lucy visibly paled. "Alright, the tabloids weren't lying."

"Nope," Phoenix agreed. And then Winslow started telling the wild story that had happened to him. Joan gave everyone pieces of cake. Occasionally Winslow was interrupted by gasps, either from Lucy or Jenny or Joan. The twins admired Winslow's makeover. Harry asked him whether metal teeth were more useful than usual ones. Phoenix and Emmy soon appeared to get along greatly. Ellie slid off and returned with Winslow's long-lost copy of Goethe's Faust - she'd borrowed it. It was a wonderful afternoon.

When it got dark Lucy and her new family left to drive back to Oskar's home. The twins were sent to bed, but of course they didn't even bother to go.

"It is crazy to get you back, bro," Emmy at some point commented. "Specially with that Goth upgrade you got."

Winslow chuckled. "Thanks."

"Still," Jenny added. "I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and it would've just been a particularly nice dream."

"Me neither," Winslow laughed.

Joan checked her watch. "It's getting late. Did you take the train?"

"Yes." Phoenix nodded.

"The last train goes at midnight," Emmy said. "Will you take it?"

"Probably," Winslow replied.

"Then you oughta hurry. It's eleven thirty," Joan said. She sighed. "Winslow, I don't want to sound like a stereotypical country mum, but I hate to see you leave."

He chuckled. "I'll come back."

"You promised that last time."

"And I kept my promise, didn't I?"

"You were a year late."

"But I came."

"I have an idea," Phoenix suddenly said. "I can just leave our phone number. And y'all can call. Whenever you feel like it."

And so they did. Phoenix scribbled down her number. Then they left. When Winslow turned around for the last time he saw his family standing in the doorway and waving.

He smiled and waved back.

[elpida]

"you could have told me any of that, you could've done any of that and i'd have always had your back, i'd not have defended her.." elias sighed. this was more complicated than it needed to be but then he heard it, the confession, love. his world so briefly, stilled and yet he had to think about the kid on his back, the vehicle waiting for them, getting everyone out, everything, but that moved him.

"if you really think that all i feel for you is infatuation, then you should start paying attention to how much i look at you, when you're not paying attention, or maybe that at night i lay awake just to hear the shift in your breathing when you start dreaming, and then tell me that it's a simple infatuation and nothing more." his shoulders dropped, a defeat in him, a sense of failure that he hadn't made it clear enough. "it's always been more." he half mumbled, and then turned to keep walking, just to keep moving. "are we there yet?" fern asked, whilst playing with tufts of elias' hair. "nearly sweetheart, nearly."

"si, there's everything to fix." she rarely nicknamed him, something she'd picked up from eden and yet it was such a simply softness that eris now offered. "look at you-" she half choked on those words, her hands trying to hover, to assess each bit of damage, but her thumb.. so so gently, dared to linger, to brush across that split in his lip. "i told you i'd never let anything like this happen to you, no harm come to you.. and now look."

she'd never looked quite so.. upset. normally she'd have put a brave face on by now, but seeing him beat and bruised like that, it tormented her, it burned into her mind. "my one job is to make sure you're okay..i failed and i'm, shit si, i'm so sorry. i got here as quickly as i could, as quickly as we could." then it started to dawn on her, eden. eden wasn't here and asher was going to lose it. "he needs to know." she whispered. this lingering thought that.. she'd need to know to, had their roles been reversed.

"shhh, shhh i'm here, i got you darlin'." cade hushed, his thumbs brushing away the tears. he looked in a way, terrified, like he could break her in his hands, a fine china that he truly did cradle with such care. adoring when it came to her, so simply adoring. "i told you, didn't i? me n' you. you n' me. doesn't matter where, always gonna find you." his northern star, that's how he thought of her, a calling home, the brightest light in his night sky.

"what're you sayin' sorry for? huh? what's that apology for? 'coz i don't need it, there isn't a damn thing you need to say sorry to me for, not a damn thing." his hand ran up and down her back, splaying in this soothing motion, doing his best to comfort. "i'm fine, don't worry about me, this? oh this isn't mine, where are you hurt- which part hurts the most?" his brows screwed, his own discomfort in seeing her wrists, where the bindings had rubbed and damaged her skin. "when we get home, you're restin' up, until all of this is better, mkay?" home. he'd said home. not the farm, home.

"i should've just fucking killed you, brat. more trouble than any of you are fucking worth when you're breathing." the man breathed heavy through the door that kept her trapped. "you though? i like the fight." he may as well have growled at her, a predator playing with it's food.. that's what this was, when it boiled down to it. he was a cat playing with a mouse, only he'd picked the wrong mouse because eden might be little and meager, she might be soft, delicate even... but she wasn't weak. she'd do anything for asher, she'd do anything for her kids, she would do anything.

"what the fuck-" there was a commotion, glass shattering somewhere, but... eden knew his voice.hell, she hadn't heard him that angry before though, ever. regardless, that was asher. "asher- asher!" she shouted and when she heard the heavy thuds, she knew the man was going for him, the clear leader. eden pressed her back into the wall, kicking at the door. "the only thing nice n' slow boy, is how i'll kill you." that only spurred her on more, it only spurred her on to kick her legs out harder. "maybe i'll have you watch whilst you bleed out first, as i cut your buddies piece, by piece." he huffed, trying to draw asher out. he had a gun. eden knew he had a gun, loaded, ready to use. "no!" eden screeched out. "hear that? that your little girlfriend? cute, that she keeps trying." his laugh was sinister, vile. the man had poked his head around a corner, locating the broken glass, safety unlatched and shot at the wall that asher pressed against, trying again to draw him out."

what happened was all, too fast. the brawl that ensued, the trying to push weapons away from each other, the ducking and covering, the broken furniture. eden managed, the door bursting open after enough attempts and she reached for the first thing she could, a vase, it was better than nothing and simple launched it at that man because from her perspective, right as the leader had pointed his gun directly at asher, she launched a vase at his head. it was too quick, the turn, the pull of the trigger.. all she'd wanted to do was give asher enough time to get a good, clean shot in.

her body jolted back, he knee's hitting the floor. pain, that's all it felt like. a sudden, sharp and frankly burning pain, a sudden agony that she had this instinctual reaction to cradle, her hand shaking as they pressed to the area that hurt. she barely knew what'd happened, barely understood what was happening, but she felt warmth on her hand and she didn't want to move. so long as he's okay, she thought. so long as he's safe, then she could live with what'd happened. she'd been shot, crimson was spilling out from the spaces between her fingers.

had she been shoving the blame onto him up until this point? yes. but that was fair, because in truth, rhea was equally to blame for not trying harder to express her doubts. pushing out a long breath and attempting to get her emotions back under control, her head shook. "no. no i don't. i'm just... i'm angry."

"i tried to speak up." she mumbles back with a scowl. "regina was just always there, always dragging you and your attention away, and it never looked like you were giving much resistance to her attempts." pressing the heel of her palm against her forehead in hopes of ebbing the ache that was beginning to form. "you want me to communicate? fine. i hated her the second i saw her. i wanted to scream the first time she looked at cade and immediately seemed to make the connection between him and aiyla before moving right along to you, because apparently she saw something with them she didn't see with us. the first time she laid her hand on your arm, i wanted to break her fingers and warn her off. and then i was angry. not with you. not even with her. with myself. because what you feel is infatuation, and what i feel is love." that's what it all boiled down to, wasn't it? differing levels of feelings for one another. "emotions were just elevated. none of just blame you for regina, elias. we're all as much as fault as you are."

the adrenaline that had been rapidly pumping through his veins since the appearance of the strangers seeped away the moment his brain had registered the appearance of eris, and the man found he easily could have remained tucked against her frame for hours, content and utterly exhausted now that it was clear he was no longer in danger.

fingers coiled around the edge of her shirt, hands still bound in front of him as she drew back to examine him properly. licking chapped lips and wincing slightly as his tongue ran over the split in his lower lip, dark hues flickered in the direction of the door. "did it to all of us," he murmured. "'m ok. hey ⸻ hey. there's nothing you need to fix. it's not your fault. it's right now that you're here."

leaning against one of the walls within the hallway, aiyla finds her head turning to watch the man continue around her into the room she, silas and eden had been kept in. she can hear the harshness of his questions, the desperation of his voice, yet its almost hazy to her as tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes. there's a relief at being freed, but she can't help but wonder if this is all coincidence ; if perhaps she's gotten too hopeful that cade had been able to track her down, or if he's somewhere else nearby.

it's a question answered not long after as calloused hands are cupping her face with such care it sends the tears that have been threatening to spill slipping freely down her cheeks. blue hues find dark brown and a sob escapes her unbidden. "you're here," she parrots, reaching forward as best as she can to grasp at him ⸻ fingers settling for coiling around the front of his shirt to drag him closer. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry ⸻ i know i shouldn't have gone after her but i-" the rest of the apology is lost behind another sob, head bowing slightly. it's only then, vision blurry, that aiyla seems to register the sight of crimson littering his skin. "a-are you okay?"

the reuniting couples are all but ignored as light orbs scan the darkened room and he finds himself coming up empty. "where's eden?" the question is spoken out in general, and when no one pipes up with a response almost immediately, the question is repeated as a yell. it's enough to startle the woman nestled in cade's arm, and under other circumstances, he might feel guilty for such a thing, but the way she seems to part her lips and eyes seem to widen without supplying an answer, his attention diverts to silas with a scowl. even then, it takes the man a moment to speak and any patience asher might have had is rapidly disappearing. "some people took her away a while ago - don't know why. pulled a gun on us before we could fight and-" he's moving before the man can finish.

he hits the bottom step quickly, slowing long enough to snatch a handful of weapons on the bodies scattered throughout the lower floor before continuing on. already, his mind is whirring with possibilities. if they'd left the area, they'd gone either north or east, given cade and the others had come from the south. he'd have to clear the handful of houses around thoroughly and then attempt to bargain with cade for fuel.

without waiting for any of the others, asher started on the closest house, moving through the emptied out space and clearing it with relative swiftness. exiting a backdoor, the man continue across the room toward another ⸻ and just as he was approaching the rear door of the third house, the sliding glass door shattered to pieces. hissing at the feel of pain against his outer thigh, the man moved quickly, flattening himself against the siding with a scowl. "come out and i'll make this quick, or i'll draw this out nice and slow!" he warned.

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

Oh gosh, N+A=D just makes SENSE. It makes complete sense and I've only started reading about half of your meta. I've started reflecting on Viserys' treatment of Dany and the way he speaks of himself in comparison to her. He would always threaten her that she'd wake the dragon (why would a dragon threaten another dragon with.. dragon threats?), and when he speaks to Jorah when she eats the heart he flat out says that her son wouldn't be a true dragon. Mind blown right now..

Yessss! 🌠🐺 Doesn’t it make sense, though? 

(Got another one, @ktwrites​ & @raventrigonsdaughter​ ! 🌠🐺)

If what matters most to you about Daenerys is her last name (whether that be the reason you love or hate her), then this theory reads as offensive.

…I guess. Every time I post about it people get irritated with me, as if I’m the one who wrote the damned lemon tree inconsistency. 🤦‍♀️

And yeah, I can assure you that if you re-read the books with this in mind, you will start to see things jump out at you. My girl @toaquiprashippar (who does not believe the theory but does appreciate it as a Nedshara shipper) even inadvertently finds clues for us:

Ned looks up at the sky, stars are coming out… and then Dany’s chapter. Chapter transitions can sometimes say a lot. For instance… Here’s every Jonerys shippers favorite, lmfao:

There is even more evidence I’m sitting on but I haven’t had time to update the site yet.

Here are some more quotes about Viserys:

Once on a voyage to Braavos, as she’d watched the crew wrestle down a great green sail in a rising gale, she had even thought how fine it would be to be a sailor. But when she told her brother, Viserys had twisted her hair until she cried. “You are blood of the dragon,” he had screamed at her. “A dragon, not some smelly fish.”

“A gift from the Magister Illyrio. The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess.”

Uh, but she is a princess. Seems like they’re trying to play up her Targaryen features. (Interestingly, violet is a particular hue.. the same shade as Ashara, and also Aerion Targaryen, son of Dyanna Dayne).

A princess, Dany thought. She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known. 

And more:

“Look at her. That silver-gold hair, those purple eyes… she is the blood of old Valyria, no doubt, no doubt… and highborn, daughter of the old king, sister to the new, she cannot fail to entrance our Drogo.”

“I suppose,” her brother said doubtfully. “The savages have queer tastes. Boys, horses, sheep…”

And then this curious line from Kevan Lannister:

“A second Targaryen, and one whose blood no man can question, Daenerys Stormborn.”

Um. All this emphasis on how we can’t doubt her blood makes me want to doubt her blood, lol, the same way it’s driven home how Stark-like Jon is, more like Ned than any of his siblings… 🤷

Again, I know everyone hates it, such as those who just want a Targaryen restoration (even though this doesn’t really put that into jeopardy as Dany will become the bride of fire, or, Jon’s wife - in the books at least) but to me, a bastard girl with no claim to anything conquering the world and creating magic with just the belief in herself sounds pretty damned cool to me. 👍

*Addendum: Also, I wanted to mention that Ned and Lyanna’s children falling in love is way more poetic than Rhaegar and Aerys’. Just sayin’.

[thatssonanii]

Todd

Bloodline Family Series

Roman sat in Haleigh’s bedroom scrolling through the comments on Haleigh’s live from a few hours earlier, waiting to get word. He had her go live from her room at Milo's house in California before going out. She was there with Carlito while Ardian filmed. Kandice and the triplets were in Georgia with Apryl, Simba, Trinity and the twins. This was the perfect time to handle his business.

During her live Haleigh mentioned that she was house sitting for her parents alone and how bored she was as he told her to do. Roman knew hearing that would draw Todd to the house for her, it's what he was counting on.

A guy Roman grew up with was a police officer and was able to get Todd's information and whereabouts for him. Having that Roman asked Joe to follow Todd to make sure he would take the bait. Tama hid in the brush on the side of the house to send the signal that Todd had arrived. Jey and Jimmy were waiting in the kitchen.

The plan was for Todd to get inside the dark house, knowing he'd follow the only noise in the house to Haleigh’s bedroom and go from there. It was late night and Todd clearly felt more comfortable at this time a night.

Roman’s phone buzzed, Joe's name showed on the illuminated screen.

"Yeah?"

"He's in your neighborhood. I'll circle around and wait at the front," Joe said with a sinister tone.

"Alright. By the time you pull around, we'll be out."

Roman and Joe disconnected the call. Just as he pulled the phone away from his ear, it lit up again with a text from Tama. A simple emoji. Locking his phone, Roman pushed it into the pocket of his black joggers then got under Haleigh’s comforter.

Todd cept through the house from the back sliding door. He'd saw Haleigh’s live and planned to surprise her. He also wanted to apologize for what he did. Assaulting her wasn't in his plans, she just messed up his plans by rejecting him. He now stood outside her door, straightening his shirt and checking his breath. But he was too preoccupied with himself and his thoughts that he didn't hear Jey and Jimmy follow behind him up the stairs.

Todd eased her door open, smiling when he saw, who he thought to be, Haleigh lying in the bed. When he pulled the covers back he jumped back startled, his hand on his chest as he stared at the large figure before him. The television only lit the large room so much, but Todd saw enough to know it wasn't Haleigh.

Then, there was light.

Todd looked up then down into the eyes of Roman.

Roman didn't say a word. His hands opened and closed at his sides as he stepped closer to the considerably smaller man.

"I..uh.. sir," Todd stuttered stepping backwards.

Roman brought his hands in front of him, cracking his knuckles, ignoring Todd's stuttering. He jumped at him making Todd turn to run away, only to run into the twins and fell on his ass. Todd stared at the three large men as they stood around him with fear in his eyes.

Jey snatched Todd up from the floor then Roman sent a punch to his temple, knocking him out cold. He slumped over in Jey's arms. The cousins laughed.

"Let's get his ass downstairs," Roman said picking up his legs.

Jimmy followed behind them cutting the television and lights off. "Should've rolled his ass down the stairs," Jimmy snickered when they got to the door.

Tama was standing on the porch waiting, Joe in the forest green SUV.

"Got his keys," Tama asked in a hushed tone.

Jimmy searched Todd's pockets for his keys then tossed them to Tama, who them jogged off the porch to Todds's mustang. After throwing him in the back, Jimmy, Jey and Roman climbed into the SUV and Joe cruised out of the neighborhood not wanting screeching tires not wanting to disturb the sleeping neighborhood and bring unwanted attention.

Cold water splashed over Todd's face, making him sputter and gasp for air. He moved backwards on the cold, hard ground.

"What," he gasped trying to breathing, "What the hell is going on?"

"Oh not sir this time," Jimmy asked standing behind him

Todd started to feel the pain in his head and remembered Roman punching him. "What do you people want with me? I didn't do anything."

"You didn't do anything," Tama repeated loudly.

Looking around, Todd realized he was inside a large, concrete warehouse and knew this wouldn't be good.

"Okay, okay," he begged, "I did it but I didn't mean to. It wasn't my fault."

Jey squatted down to Todd's level, baring his gold fronts. "So you sayin' it's my nice fault? Cause if it's not your fault then it's gotta be hers."

"N-n-no. Its...its," he stuttered staring between the men.

Jey slapped him across his face before standing to his full height. "Spit that shit out!"

Joe and Roman stood back watching Tama and the twins antagonize the smaller man. They took turns beating him, tagging in and out, making jokes as usual. Roman was trying to calm down some but he couldn't. Seeing Todd made him angry, it made him murderous.

"I'm gonna step out for a second," Roman spoke loud enough for them all to hear him, "When I get back though, I want y'all to leave us for a few. It won't take long."

They all agreed. Joe stepped towards Todd with a slight smirk on his face.

Roman called the only person he knew could help him.

"Hey, handsome," she cooed sleepily into the phone making him crack a smile.

"What's up, beautiful," he asked leaning against the SUV.

"Nothin, pinned under your circus acts," she laughed softly.

"Better you than me. Y'all having fun?"

"Yeah. The kids loved the aquarium, we gotta go back before we come home or they'll have a fit."

Roman smiled hearing about his children and nephews. "Even Simba's mean ass?"

"Even him," she laughed, "When we were getting the twins and trips some stuff from the gift shop, he tried to sneak and buy Kennedie these cute little penguin couple stuffed animals and the matching snow globe."

"Really? Guess he's not as mean as we thought."

They laughed for a few seconds until it died down. Nothing but the trips' light snores could be heard.

"I'm doing the right thing. Right, Kandi?" He asked softly. "The way I feel is normal, isn't it?"

"She's your baby, Roman. I think any father would feel the way you do. This rage is normal. Can you live with it?"

"Yeah, Kandi. Fuck him, I just don't want Princess to be mad at me," he sighed finally getting his thought out.

Kandice knew that's what was bothering him. His kids and what they think of him mean everything to him.

"Haleigh knows how much you love her and how far that love will go. You just make sure you're as honest and transparent with her as she needs you to be. Okay?"

He nodded like she could see him. "Yeah, I got you."

"You must've heard your daddy," Kandice laughed, "You hear Melly, Ro? Calling for you. She staring at the phone smiling, eyes still closed. I'll put the phone to her ear."

"Go back to sleep, Babygirl. Daddy loves you, okay?"

Melody mumbled back making Kandice and Roman laugh. "She's sleep again. I love you, Ro. Call me when you get home."

Roman put his phone away then stepped back into the warehouse. Tama and the twins stood around watching Joe choke Todd out, they moved back when they heard him approaching. Joe dropped him from his hold. Jey let him know they would be outside when he was finished.

"As much as you say you love my daughter on her Instagram, on her Facebook, on her Twitter, you couldn't possibly love her as much as I do. When you came after her, you didn't think about her father. Her father that's willing to kill and be killed for her," Roman spoke standing over him. "You know what I've always taught her? I taught her that love doesn't hurt so she knows that what you did wasn't out of love. That was anger. But your anger is nothing compared to mine."

"I am so sorry, Mr. Reigns. I came to your house to apologize to her for what I did, sir."

"You came to apologize with condoms and two knives in your pockets? Cause that's one hell of a apology. There was rope, cuffs, and a camera in your car too," Roman chuckled. "You're that close to death and won't tell the truth. You're not a man, you're a coward. The coward I knew you were when I saw how battered you left my daughter."

"This was all a mistake," Todd cried. He stood on his knees, pleading with Roman.

"No!" Roman roared. "You fought my five foot, maybe 120 lb daughter like she was a man so you get your ass up and fight me! Get up!" Roman pulled the small man up to his feet and pushed his chest roughly.

Todd shook his head extending his hands in front of him. "Please, I don't wanna fight. Please don't do this."

Roman laughed again at him but there was nothing funny. "Please don't do this? That's the exact same thing my daughter said to you. I heard the 911 call, she screamed in pain for ten minutes begging you to stop. But did you?"

"N-n-no, sir."

"So fight me. You can fight her, you can fight me."

Todd attempted to tussle with the larger man hoping that would satisfy the large man but it didn't. Roman tossed him to the floor and knelt over him, delivering blow after blow to Todd's face. He blacked out. The only thing he could see was how Haleigh looked in the hospital bed, how she cried seeing the damage done to her face, the mirrors she'd broken, the nights she sat up in his arms crying terrified that Todd would come back.

"That's it, Uce. That's it. Back up," Jey whispered placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder. "Look at him. That's it."

Roman’s nostrils glared as he stared at each of his cousins then down at what used to be Todd. His face beaten in, barely recognizable. Roman’s breathing started to slow when he realized Todd was no longer breathing.

Joe put a strong hand on Roman’s other shoulder. "Come on, man. Let's go. Jey well take you home, we got this."

Roman took one last look at Todd before leaving the warehouse. He didn't feel guilty, he didn't feel any remorse. He felt vindicated, he felt free. He hoped Haleigh would feel the same way.