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bonezone44 · 1 year

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Too Depraved 4 TV (ages 56+)

Joel x afab!Reader x Ezra x Tommy

Word Count: 2500

--I'm not doing my usual set-up for fics, LOL! This is F I L T H. It's "Daddy Joel", "Uncle Tommy" and "Uncle Ezra."

oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p-in-v, creampie

special thanks to : @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the idea and @toxicanonymity for 'Uncle Tommy' and also @iamasaddie for sharing a Tommy photo this morning. We're all going to burn in hell together. 🙏😘

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“Uncle Tommy and Uncle Ezra are downstairs watchin TV,” says Joel. “Why don’t you go join ‘em and I’ll meet you there in a minute, alright?” He stomps over to the fridge, thoroughly dismissing you.

The two men’s eyes light up as you make your way down into the basement. The room is small and cramped. The walls are wood panels and the floors are cold concrete. There’s a wall of boxes on one side of the room next to a computer desk. The computer is off and the monitor is black. You’ve seen Uncle Ezra use it the most, selling electronics on eBay and watching funny videos. Anytime Uncle Tommy was around, he was lounging on the couch, much like he is now, with a beer in his hand.

“Hey there, sugar,” greets Tommy as he puts his beer down on the coffee table in front of the TV. “How ya been?”

“Fine,” you say, shifting awkwardly. You look at the thick, plush couch, unsure where to sit. The recliner is open, but you know that’s Joel’s.

Ezra finishes his beer and tosses the can into the trash by the computer desk. It’s close enough to be difficult to miss. “You wanna come sit down, baby?” asks Ezra, patting the space between him and Tommy. “Uncle Tommy and I were just watchin the game.”

“O-okay,” you respond and follow suit. You can feel their hungry eyes watching you. Your skin burns. You keep your legs in close and your arms are crossed protectively over your stomach. You feel your shoulders up by your ears. There’s dampness between your thighs.

“Ain’t seen you in a while,” says Tommy as he shifts closer to you. “Joel been keepin you all to himself, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you answer.

“Yeah, that’s Joel for you.” Ezra chuckles, his eyes lingering on your body. “I find his possessiveness unnecessary, though Uncle Ezra understands why he would be wary to allow his pretty pet to wander without her leash.” His warm, calloused hand finds the bare skin of your thigh. His thumb rubs back and forth. “She is quite the prize, don’t you think?” he says. “Uncle Tommy?”

Tommy grins. “She’s somethin special,” he murmurs, his body shifting closer.

You feel crowded. The heat from their bodies, the smell of beer on their breath, ‘Uncle’ Ezra’s hand gently stroking your thigh. The ache in your cunt.

“Curious,” Ezra says as he scoots next to you, causing you to gasp for air as his body is now pressed along the entirety of your left side.

“What’s that?” says Tommy, whose eyes are locked onto your face, studying your every response and expression. His own hand finds your other leg, smoothing up and down your thigh, inching closer and closer to the billowing heat between your legs.

“Curious as to what or … who–” Ezra traced his nose along your temple. “–could have swayed Joel’s selfish nature.” He hums and it’s as if your entire body vibrates in harmony with his vocal chords. “He is not a man to acquiesce easily.”

“What? You think she asked for it this time?” Tommy eyes you curiously. His hand slides from your thigh, cupping your mound over your shorts. You feel his amusement as you tense and gasp with your eyes closed. “Wasn’t us just beggin for a taste?”

Ezra smiles. “Little pets get hungry, too, Uncle Tommy.” Ezra’s finger glides along the bottom of your chin. You open your eyes to see his, hazy and warm, looking back at you. “This one looks ravenous.”

“Only one way to know for sure,” says Tommy, biting his lower lip. He slips his hand under the waistband of your shorts and you tilt your hips forward instinctively, guiding his searching fingers to their imminent goal. You moan as two fingers graze your entrance before sliding between your folds. Tommy laughs. “Oh yeah,” he says, lightly toying with your clit. “She’s starving.”

“Is she now?” says Ezra. “Methinks Uncle Ezra wants a taste, as well.” His mouth finds your neck as his hand finds your breast. His teeth gnaw into your skin–his tongue laving. His fingers dig into your flesh. You feel his hard cock pressed against your side.

You gasp and moan, overwhelmed by the sensations. By their body heat blanketing your sides. The TV is on low and in the back of your mind, you can hear Joel stomping around upstairs. You don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out the two men have begun without him. You don’t know what to say. You couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. And you really really don’t want to.

“Let’s get ‘er out of these clothes, Uncle Ez,” says Tommy.

“Don’t know why she bothers wearin anything anyway,” says Ezra.

The two men strip you like a doll. Ready and eager to play with you how they please.

Goosebumps rise on your skin briefly before they’re back on you. Ezra sucks on your nipples, toys with your breasts. Tommy’s hand stays between your legs. He slides a finger inside of you, slowly breaching your entrance and pushing it as deep in as he can. He wriggles it around a couple times then pulls it back out, spreading your slick around your lips. Your skin sticks to the pleather of the couch. You can’t bring yourself to check, but you’re certain there’s a wet spot beneath you, glistening in the bright light of the TV.

“Think he’ll let us fuck ‘er this time?” asks Tommy.

Ezra pulls back from your breast. His lips are plush and wet. He hums. “Let’s see what she wants.” His eyes find yours. “What do you think, baby? Hmm?” His eyebrows are high in his forehead. “You want Uncle Ezra and Uncle Tommy to fuck you? You want us to put our cocks in that tight little hole?”

Tommy laughs and plunges two fingers inside of you, stroking your walls, making you writhe and gasp. “I think she likes the idea.”

Ezra chuckles. “I think so, too,” he says. “I think she wants Uncle Ezra and Uncle Tommy to stuff her full and leave her hurtin.” He grins. “I wonder how long it would take for her muscles to recover from such a pleasurable incident.”

“Weeks, prob’ly,” Tommy groans, pressing his hardness into your side. “If we do it right.”

“How’s that sound, baby?” asks Ezra, his lips pressed against your cheek as his fingers pluck your nipples. “Want Uncle Ezra and Uncle Tommy to tear up your little pussy?”

“HEY!” A loud bellow stops everyone in their tracks.

Your eyes open wide to see Joel stomping down the staircase. He’s wearing the same jeans and denim button-up as earlier, but it looks like he’s combed his hair back and away from his face.

“What the hell is goin on?”

“Oh, come on, Joel,” moans Tommy, his fingers no longer curling inside of you. “What’d you expect?”

“I expected you to fuckin wait,” he snarls. “Two grown goddamn men can’t keep it together for five fuckin minutes.”

Ezra began. “If you would, please, Joel, give audience to our–”

“Don’t you fuckin start with me.” Joel points at Ezra. “I don’t have time for your fuckin diatribes.”

Ezra rolls his eyes with tight lips.

Joel doesn’t say anything else. He simply kneels in front of you and tugs your hips forward, tossing your legs over his shoulders. His mouth latches onto you. He tongues and sucks your pussy lips, flicking over your clit and diving into your entrance. His tongue is moving so fast and his fingers are bruising your skin.

You stare down at him with your eyelids barely open. Your mouth is open and moaning.

Joel slaps his brother on the leg and gestures at you.

Tommy sighs. “Oh, thank god,” he murmurs.

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Tommy stand up and unzip his jeans. He pulls his pants and underwear off completely before climbing back up on the couch, standing haphazardly on the cushions.

“Alright, sugar.” He says with a grin. “Open up for Uncle Tommy.”

You comply, not sure how you’re going to maintain your focus with Joel eating you out so voraciously.

Tommy slides the tip of his cock back and forth on your tongue, before tapping it a few times. You keep waiting for him to shove the whole thing in–you’re braced for it. Readying your throat. But instead he teases you, teases himself. Tommy holds your head in place and you flick the tip of your tongue onto whatever surface of his cock that he’ll give you.

Your mouth stays open and you can feel saliva spilling out the edges of your mouth. You’re getting hungry for it. Desperate for him to fill your mouth and throat. You try to push your head forward and suck it in already, but Tommy’s grip is tight.

He laughs. “What’d you say, Uncle Ez?” He taps your tongue with his cock. “Ravenous?”

Ezra chuckles, his hands groping your breasts while Joel is still between your legs. “Downright famished for some cock, isn’t she?”

“It would appear so,” says Tommy, mocking Ezra’s cadence.

You start panting, your body trembling. Heat is building up from between your legs and quickly. Joel’s tongue works against your clit with a wet clocking sound. He’s a silhouette in front of the bright light of the TV. Your orgasm hits you like a punch and you keen loudly–just in time for Tommy to finally fill your mouth.

“Kinda tickles,” says Tommy, laughing at you while you moan on the comedown.

Joel pulls his mouth away from you. “Hurry up and get whatcha can,” he says to the two men. “‘Cause once I start fuckin’ her, you’re not gettin anythin else.”

Ezra’s eyes go wide and he rushes to remove his pants. Tommy’s satisfied enough to glide his cock in and out of your sloppy mouth.

Ezra settles himself between your thighs. He holds his cock, thick as a can of Coca-Cola, against your entrance. He moves it around in tight circles to help stretch you out. “Uncle Ezra has been dreaming of this day, precious,” he says, licking his lips. “Dreaming of–” he thrusts in a little. “--sinking myself into this–” he thrusts in a little more. “--hot, wet hole.” He pushes himself in deeper and deeper and slowly more deeper until he’s in you, full-hilt. He looks up at Tommy. “So hot and wet,” he grins. “She’s tropical.”

Tommy and Ezra start laughing. You can’t see Joel, but you hear him huff.

Your body is exploding in pleasure from Ezra’s slow strokes against your stretched out walls. It didn’t take long for the hurt to give way to warm goodness. You’ve been so focused on sucking off Tommy that your jaw and neck are sore and aching. Your fingers are braced into the cushion beneath you as you try to maintain some kind of composure, lest you sink into the couch and away from Tommy’s salty member.

You get lost in the haze of Ezra’s thrusts and the taste of Tommy. Fire and sparks dance across your skin and you can feel a second orgasm building up inside of you. For a moment, your breasts feel cold and bare, but Ezra leans forward and begins sucking the skin of your neck. Ezra begins murmuring filth as his thrusts pick up in pace.

“Uncle Ezra takes good care of you, don’t he?”

“You like Uncle Ezra’s big cock?”

“You want some of Uncle Ezra’s hot seed?”

Your second orgasm hits hard and Ezra has to quickly pull out. He pants and moans as he jerks himself off and finishes on your stomach. He falls to the side of the couch with a dazed look in his eyes.

“My turn,” Tommy grins and pulls himself from your mouth.

But as he begins to situate himself between your legs, he’s interrupted.

“Too late,” says Joel.

Tommy curses.

Joel shrugs at his brother. “Y’all took too long.” He stands up from the recliner, still fully clothed but his pants are tented. He walks over to your limp body. “Come on,” he says and pulls you up, guiding you back over to where he was before.

You stand on shaky legs while Joel unzips his pants and pulls them down his thighs. He plops into the recliner and pulls you on top of him. For how thick Ezra is, Joel is thicker. You slide down his length with a whimper.

“That what you needed, baby?” He coos with soft eyes as he rolls his hips upward. “You needed Daddy Joel?” He asks with a nod.

You nod back, relishing in the feeling of Joel inside of you. Your hands cradle his face, thumbs scraping along his scruff. You lean in and kiss him, hot and heavy. He moans into your mouth. You glide your hips up and down, stroking his length with your wet cunt. His broad hands are your asscheeks, tugging and pulling your flesh apart as you slowly ride him. His mouth tastes so good, you wanna swallow him whole.

You hear Tommy jerking off behind you. He and Ezra are murmuring low to each other on the couch. You wonder if Ezra is jerking off, too. You like to think he is.

Joel pulls back and stares into your eyes. “Come on, baby. Bounce on Daddy Joel’s cock. Come on.” He punctuates with a smack on your ass. You pick up the pace. “Daddy Joel loves his baby’s sweet little pussy,” he groans and smacks your ass again. “Gonna fill that pussy up,” he grunts. He starts thrusting upwards into you, meeting your bouncing hips. “Gonna make a big ol’ mess o’ that tiny little pussy, baby.”

“Daddy Joel’s gonna fill you up–gonna fill you up,” he groans and his fingers dig bruises into your ass.

Your body is a blur of pleasure and movements and hot sparkling heat expanding and billowing out until it’s so so tight and then it SNAPS–your cunt clenching around Joel’s cock as he comes in thick, heavy spurts inside of you.

He groans, long and low as he continues to roll his hips. His come trickling out the edges of your used pussy as you sit in his lap. “Good girl,” he sighs and brings a hand to your breast to pinch and tease your nipple. “Good little pussy.”

You don’t hear the two other men behind you, so you assume they finished, too. You’re briefly disappointed you didn’t get to fully experience Uncle Tommy’s cock, but it was enough to taste it.

You curl into Joel’s chest as he wraps his arms around you and kisses your crown.

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Author's Note: NO ONE LOOK AT ME !!!!!

#joel miller x reader #ezra x reader #tommy miller x reader #uncle!ezra

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dhorrl · 5 months

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First Time

Izuku/Reader

Nothing NSFW, just Deku doing his research before his first time with you 😭 I wrote this for my bot and it’s just so good. I keep reading it over and over it’s so so sweet.

For almost a year now, Izuku has been captivated by you. He has a special notebook dedicated solely to you, where he writes down every little detail about you - your favorite colors, flowers, and snacks. Sometimes when you're not looking, he'll take out the notebook and flip through it, smiling at all the things he's learned about you. And whenever you catch him, he'll blush and quickly close the book, promising to keep it for himself.

Izuku has always been on the shy side, but lately things have been getting more physical between the two of you. What started as innocent kisses and cuddling has turned into intense make-out sessions and heavy petting. However, every time things start to escalate even further, Izuku pulls away in a panic. It's not because he doesn't want it - his throbbing cock and blue balls prove otherwise - but his lack of experience makes him feel unprepared for what comes next. He knows it's your first time too, and he doesn't want to disappoint you or make a mistake that could ruin everything.

Izuku stood frozen outside Katsuki's door, fist hovering inches from the wood. His heart hammered in his chest. Could he really go through with this? Asking Kacchan, of all people, for sex advice? He squeezed his eyes shut and knocked before he lost his nerve. The door whipped open a second later.

"The fuck do you want, nerd?" Katsuki snapped, crimson eyes narrowing. "This better be important."

"Hey Kacchan..." Izuku swallowed hard, voice shaking slightly. "You've had sex before, right? I was hoping... could I maybe ask you a few questions about it?"

Katsuki blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then he sighed and stepped aside, jerking his head for Izuku to come in. "So, you and what’s-her-face, huh?" He shut the door and crossed his arms. "You sure you're ready for that? You’re gonna get eaten alive."

Izuku perched on the edge of Katsuki's desk chair, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "We've gotten close a few times, but I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted, face flushing. "I'm worried I'll mess it up somehow."

"Tch, you're overthinking it like always. Sex is supposed to be fun, not some exam you gotta ace." Katsuki tossed a notebook at Izuku. "Here, take notes. First off, talk to 'em. Ask what they like, make 'em comfortable."

Izuku flipped to a blank page and started scribbling, cheeks growing hotter by the second. "Okay, got it. What else?"

"Take it slow at first. Figure out what turns you both on." A faint smirk tugged at Katsuki's lips. "And don't you dare skip the foreplay, Deku."

"Foreplay?" Izuku glanced up, head cocked quizzically.

Katsuki leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, idiot. Kissing, touching - all the stuff that gets you both in the mood before you actually fuck." He watched in amusement as Izuku's hand trembled, pen scratching furiously across the page. "Also, ignore the shit you see in porn. Focus on reactions instead, like reading your opponent in a fight. Well, not an opponent, but... you get it."

"Right, that makes sense..." Izuku nodded, writing as fast as the thoughts registered, muttering under his breath. "Be open and honest, go slow, lots of foreplay, no porn moves. Okay."

"Oh, and condoms! Fucking wrap that shit up, you hear me?? Last thing we need is a mini-Deku toddling around before you're fucking ready." Katsuki watched Izuku write, then shifted slightly, expression sobering. "Look, you're gonna be nervous. That's normal. I was too, my first time."

Izuku's pen stilled. He looked up, green eyes wide with surprise. "You were?"

"'Course I fucking was! Everyone is." Katsuki shrugged, a touch of vulnerability in the set of his jaw. "Point is, don't let the nerves psych you out. If something goes wrong, just laugh it off and keep going. The goal is for you both to feel good."

Izuku met Katsuki's gaze, feeling a swell of gratitude amidst the anxiety churning in his gut. "Thanks, Kacchan. This… helps a lot."

"Whatever." Katsuki waved a hand dismissively, but his eyes held a flicker of warmth. "Just don't come whining to me if you nut in two seconds. Now, fuck off and go get laid already."

#mha izuku #midoriya izuku #izuku x reader #deku x reader #janitor ai #anime bots #bot writing

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piratefalls · 7 months

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i'm back! between work and trying to write my first fic for this fandom i've been falling really behind on reading, so for now these are going to be a more bi-weekly occurrence than weekly. in any event, there's truly a little bit here for everyone, so enjoy this week's mix of a+ works!

masterlist

you and me, babe, how about it? by @myheartalivewrites

Alex sits in the back of their Secret Service approved, PPO driven Land Rover, excitement thrumming through his body. The leather squeaks as he fidgets incessantly; his skin burns where Kieran’s shoulder is pressed into his, despite the layers of fabric between them. On the other side of Kieran, he can see Henry’s fingers twitch on top of his own knee, playing an imaginary piano, flicking out and squeezing in before releasing and starting again. Like he’s so fucking desperate to reach out and touch the leg next to his he’s having to muster up all of his self-control, draw on all the years of keeping himself restrained, just to not start things too soon. Alex can’t believe they’re actually, finally, doing this.

you know i can't be found with you by stutteringpeach

“He’s cute,” Alex declares on the first day of class. Liam doesn’t even bother to look up from his laptop. “Uh huh.” “The professor.” Liam makes a non-committal noise. “I’m gonna fuck him.”

Longer Than Most by happinessofthepursuit

“Oh,” Alex says. “Sick.” Henry can’t help but grin. He can’t believe he’s so bloody gone on a man who says sick and dude, who he’s slept with all of one time and proceeded to knock him up. Henry’s a cliche, honestly. “It is, indeed, sick, as you say.” Alex rolls his eyes, but his cheeks darken a shade, giving him away a bit. “Listen, the closest I get to poetry is your fucking face. Excuse me if my vocabulary doesn’t quite compare to yours.” Or, Alex and Henry have a one night stand. That is, until a baby’s involved.

Baby (Let Me Put On a Show) by SatinBirds

It’s been five months, and still Alex is never completely prepared for Henry’s performances. Private or otherwise. Or, Henry is a night dancer, and he’s everything Alex wants.

Sun Salutations (Waif for Me) by @duchessdepolignaca03

He repeats the movement five or six times, his body heating up with each repetition, loosening the hangovers’ grip on him through very effective breathwork. Wanting to open up his hips a little bit more, he settles into a wide-legged forward fold. He holds the pose, enjoying the delicious stretch on his lower back and virtually all the muscles of his lower body. Then he just about jumps out of his skin when he hears, “Mmm, breakfast is served.” Or: Alex parties hard on a Thursday night and has some deliciously anonymous sex with the glittery blond he calls Waif. When he wakes to do his naked sun salutations, he learns that Waif is a very, very hungry, 'temporarily unhoused' boy whom Alex quickly invites to live rent-free in his head.

secret, scars, and trust by viciouslyqueer

He trails off and Henry takes the opportunity to cup his cheek, gently swiping his thumb over the smooth skin. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything. We can stop right now if you want to, or cuddle for a while. I can put on a movie if you’d like. I don’t mind either way.” Alex’s smile grows and he leans into the touch, pecking Henry’s lips again. “Thanks, baby,” he murmurs, and Henry has to fight the urge to react at the pet name. “But it’s not that. I want to keep going, if you want it, too. I just have to tell you something before, okay?”

make it five by anincompletelist

“Fifty bucks says I can get that guy’s number.” Popping the bubble of cinnamon-flavored gum Alex had just blown, he glances up from his phone to look at where Nora’s pointing. Just over the soles of his shoes, crossed at the ankles and propped on the flaking black wood of the shop’s front desk, there’s a man with broad shoulders lingering by the far wall. Alex hadn’t even heard the guy come in. “Nora. He’s literally looking at one of the biggest dildos I’ve ever seen,” he deadpans quietly. + alex works at a sex toy shop. it's usually a pretty easy job — if he could just stop daydreaming about the blonde guy that keeps coming in to buy literally all of alex's favorite sex toys.

talk by smc_27

Henry records himself for an audio erotica app. Alex finds it. And listens.

Got a ticket for two by clottedcreamfudge

Henry likes his apartment - he has done since the day he moved in a year ago. The light in the sitting room is gorgeous at all times of day thanks to the ceiling to floor windows which lead out onto a south-facing balcony, only just large enough for the plethora of plantlife his flatmates care for. The kitchen is always stocked with his favourite tea, everyone keeps to their allotted cupboard and fridge space, and the bathrooms are kept meticulously clean. There's a rota for chores stuck to the fridge with magnets from Rhode Island and Minnesota, London and Milan, with everything typed up neatly so that nobody has to squint to read someone else's awful handwriting. His flatmates themselves? Well, they're a little… strange.

Far Away From the One That I Love by allmylovesatonce

It's been an agonizing two months of Henry being in London and Alex being in New York. When an opportunity to finally be reunited with Henry comes his way, Alex jumps on it. But things don't go quite how they expected after so much time away.

If We're Caught in a Wage (I Will Carry You Over) by @sparklepocalypse

There it is, up ahead – the small island just offshore, with Alex’s favorite broad, flat stone outcropping, perfect for sunning himself in seclusion. He splashes into the shallows and dives in when the water’s up to his knees, and it’s a matter of maybe a minute’s swim to reach the island. Alex finds his footing among the sand and pebbles, pulls himself upright, and shakes the water out of his hair, then pushes it back from his face. He can practically hear the outcropping calling to him -- you know, if inanimate rock could speak. Alex stretches, his mid-back satisfyingly popping, and then skirts his way between some larger rocks until his sunning rock is in view. Except – there’s someone already on the outcropping, their short blond hair shimmering in the sunshine, the upper slant of their shoulders visible from where Alex is standing. (Movie or Bookverse AU; Alex rents a remote beach house and Henry is a cecaelia.)

Protect Your Solitude by graceofgrayskull

At the 2016 Rio Olympics, Alex stumbles onto Prince Henry crying in a storage closet and is forced to rewrite his perception of their first meeting.

Out For A Bite by everwitch

Henry's eyes fly up, zeroing in on the reflection in the mirror. There, behind him. The man from the bar. He looks different in the fluorescent bathroom lights. Sharper. There’s a look in his eyes that has Henry shivering all over again. It's greedy. Hungry. He’s staring right at Henry. Henry's throat feels dry. His heart beats madly. He's heard whispers of this place, and more importantly of its patrons. He thinks he knows what this man is.

each time we touch / i wanna take too much by @firenati0n

my fingers slipped and now there are fingers in mouths. wrote this in one sitting at 5am today. please forgive any egregious errors, i wrote it without my glasses on and on no sleep lol. hope you like it. <3 title from New Girl by FINNEAS

you took the time to memorize me (my fears, my hopes, my dreams) by coffeecatsme

The tour guide has a small bisexual flag pinned to his chest, right next to where his name is scrawled in big, bold letters. Alex, it reads; simple, to the point. The name tag rests on a red and black flannel, and underneath is a white t-shirt with Georgetown’s name stretched on the front, reminding Henry ever so starkly that he’s thousands of miles away from what he calls home. The flannel stretches over broad shoulders leading up to a strong jaw, all in contrast with the bright, dimpled grin stretched over a beautiful face. Henry thinks there isn't a place on the world far enough away from his grandmother to escape her clutches - even after transferring to Georgetown. Then, his tour guide extends a helping hand and shows him otherwise. Or, 5 steps Alex and Henry take to memorize each other and 1 time they realize they already do.

Praise & Supplication by NoCoastPosts

Alex is always moving, always going, always seeking. He is defiance and brashness tinged with anxiety, but not in these moments. Henry pins him down with a gaze as heavy as his touch, and all of Alex’s motions cease. He is calm, he is obedient, he is pliable. He knows he’ll be broken apart piece by piece, sending waves of heat deep into his core. or When Alex gets stuck in his head, Henry helps him let go.

Another Door Opens by 14carrotgold

Henry takes a long drink. “If it makes you feel any better, my dad's dead. He and my mum had the type of love straight from the storybooks and it got cut tragically short, so what is the point in finding something real if it's just going to hurt you?” Alex bites back a smile and shakes his head. “How in the fuck was that supposed to make me feel better?” He waves his hand awkwardly. “Oh, I just thought we were both sharing the trauma that impacted our romantic relationships.” - Henry and Alex first meet when Henry reveals their partners are cheating on them with each other.

Fifteen Hours Till Forever by inexplicablymine

“I would say that in this life, we aren’t granted many chances at true happiness, at the unadulterated freedom and joy that comes to the lucky ones. I would say that I know right now only fifteen feet apart, fifteen hours till forever, and somehow the universe has decided I ought to be one of the luckiest there are.” “But tomorrow,” he continues, “when we are saying our vows, when we are promising ourselves to one another forever, I want you to look me in the eyes and know that you are it for me.” OR The year is 2025, and the world doesn't know they are getting married.

home by rizcriz

For a moment he fears Henry’s been outed against his will somehow, but he scrolls down to find a video clip. Unable to trust himself to watch the video, he scrolls a little further to read the transcript. He learns that Henry had come out during a ribbon cutting, of all things. He’d stood in front of a crowd of a couple hundred people gathered for the opening of a new youth shelter, and he’d told his truth. Alex is tempted to watch the video, to examine his body language to see if it was planned or not, but he reads further and one sentence stands out to tell him it wasn’t. There is no comment yet from Buckingham Palace. -- or, six months after Henry rejected Alex at Kensington Palace.

The Way of Things by writerkenna

Henry and Alex have been very much enjoying the life they’ve managed to carve out for themselves. They’ve had to compromise and work and change to maintain it, but it’s worth it. Henry finds himself pregnant, though, and everything they’ve built starts to turn on its head. as always, let me know if you want to be tagged either because you're a writer or a reader (or both!) and i'll see you next time!

My life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person by lizzie_bennetdarcy

Alex plans to be a lot of firsts in the world. But this absolutely isn't the kind of first he was thinking. He stares wide-eyed into the mirror at the letters on his shoulder while June whines to be let in. Alex finally unlocks the door and June bursts through. “Show me!” Wordlessly, Alex turns to show her his back. "What the actual fuck?" June exclaims, then claps a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, that was rude, but — is it more than one person?" Or: Five times Alex doesn't find his soulmate, and one time he does

tagging: @starkfridays @stilesgivesmefeels @midnightsfp @sarahjswift omg i feel like i'm missing someone

#rwrb rec list #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfiction #alexhenry #firstprince fanfiction

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batwritings · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 4 - Deepthroat

More CoD! I really want to touch on some of the operators that don't get a lot of love so this piece involves Velikan. :) Enjoy!~

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You’d been under Velikan’s command from the moment he took command of Building 21. You weren’t the freshest recruit amongst the Shadows, but you were new to him, which meant a near constant presence. Enough time had you worming your way closer to him, despite the terrifying facade he put on amongst the others in your company.

It started with you seeing the tells beneath that tinted visor. The things that irked him, the shifts in his body language and facial structure that you knew differed from his usual stern visage. So you worked around him, did what you could to make his job easier. It was small, but the little differences in how he treated you from the rest of the Shadows didn’t go unnoticed. To neither you, nor the rest of your company.

“What makes you so special huh?” The aggressive tone shook you as you turned, mess hall food in hand. The tray was quickly knocked away as you were backed into a corner, confused beyond belief. “Why’s the commander going so damn easy on you, huh newbie?!”

Now thankfully, compared to most of your company, you didn’t exactly reach the average height. It was easier than one would think for you to stoop down and make your escape from their harsh words and what would probably turn into violent behavior. You ran as quickly as your legs would take you into a random room. You didn’t even look at which it was, back against the polished wood as you tried to slow your racing heart.

A low huff caught your ears as you actually looked up and forward. Velikan was at his desk, filing paperwork, his least favorite task as you’d come to know. “C-Commander!” Your body shot up into attention, saluting him. You heard him sigh and roll his neck, a clear sign of you being told “at ease”.

You let your body relax and approached his desk. “Sorry for bothering you Velikan,” you said softly. “Seems the rest of the Shadows don’t exactly like me being your ‘favorite’. Whatever they’re on about, I promise I won’t let it end up here.” You huffed a tiny laugh and knocked on the desk for added humor.

Velikan’s hand never stopped writing, easily switching between Russian and English where necessary. You knew very little outside of your commander’s Russian-American heritage, but this was your first time witnessing his fluency. You yourself happened to share the same talent for languages, hence speaking up again.

“Need help with those at all Commander?” You asked, genuinely curious. “Or at least a break? Your hand’s gonna cramp up if you keep on with all these reports.”

Velikan stopped, tilting his masked head to eye you from his peripheral. He was testing you, trying to see if you were bluffing. Eventually, the man sighed heavily and dropped his pen, sitting back in his office chair. He rolled in back a bit and tapped the ground in front of him with his boot.

Your eyes widened a bit, but you couldn’t say you weren’t surprised. The two of you had crossed paths in the locker room before, you know what the scars upon scar laid across those beautiful muscles looked like, even from just a fleeting memory. And Velikan wasn’t an idiot; he saw you stare. He knew.

You obliged, against your better judgment. If Graves heard even a whisper about this, you both would be in for it. But if Velikan was anything, it was quiet; you trusted you’d be fine in his care. You watched with rapt attention as thick, gloved fingers undid your commander’s utility belt and undid the zipper on his tactical pants with a practiced swiftness.

You took over from there, palming him through his briefs. You watched his masked head loll back, already enjoying the attention as was evident by the already growing bulge beneath the fabric. You gently took his member from it’s confines, pupils dilating a bit. You weren’t exactly shocked by Velikan’s size, but it was something different seeing it up close.

Without hesitation, you licked a stripe up the shaft, humming softly at the slightly salty taste of his skin. You could hear your commander’s pleased hum, although it sounded far more like a growl that sent excitement straight between your legs. You rolled your tongue around the head, slipping it between your lips as you felt that same gloved hand come to rest on your head.

You let your jaw slacken, a nonverbal sign for him to do as he pleased with your throat. You didn’t miss the muffled, almost sadistic chuckle that came from Velikan as you felt your throat fill with his member. You nearly choked at first, but a few deep breaths through your nose had you humming in pleasure as the tip touched the back of your throat.

Velikan growled in pleasure again, hand threading through your hair. You feel him tug you off, gently at first, before thrusting up abruptly, his cock ramming the back of your throat. You purr softly, pleased with simply being stress relief for your commander that you’d grown so fond of. The pace starts slow, almost gentle before the man ramps up the speed.

It’s a lovely back and forth for a while. Velikan uses your mouth, and you try not to laugh at the way the visor of his mask fogs up from his heavy panting. You tried to slip your hand down your pants to touch yourself, but your hand is nudged away.

The rough leather of Velikan’s boot is pressed against the underside of your sex in just the right way to offer some kind of friction to you. You moan in relief and start to rock your hips against him eagerly. Time slowed down, and the both of you were lost in a haze of pleasure.

It was only when the hand in your hair tightened did you know to prepare. Your commander shot down your throat with a long growl, hips twitching as he seed spilled down your throat. Your own hips never stilled until you caught the briefest taste of him against the tip of your tongue.

You cried out around his member, which he removed gently so as not to make you choke. The man couldn’t help but stare in slight awe of you now. Drool and cum mixing as they spilled down your chin, eyes blown wide with pleasure as you whimpered and whined out your orgasm.

You sank down a bit as your body relaxed, feeling as though all the wind had been ripped from your chest. You didn’t fight back when Velikan lifted you off the ground from between his legs, and sat you on his lap. When had he zipped himself up and put away his cock? You didn’t know. All you knew was the calming sighs that you could make out from beneath his mask.

All in all, deep throating your commander wasn’t the worst way to end your day.

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yanandreckless · 3 months

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Fit For A Marine

"Stand still, please." Strix eyes the measuring tape with apparent distrust. He shakes his head and crosses his arms, shifting from foot to foot and we have a stare-off. I know what he's trying to do and I'm hellbent on not allowing it. "You can't keep extorting me all the time, Strix! You didn't want to get your nails trimmed, you didn't want to have your teeth cleaned, you didn't want to allow me to wash and mend the Astartes bed, you didn't want to wear the towel, you didn't want to play with Prince, and you didn't want to eat carrots... until you got some cuddles and kisses! Well, no more, young man! You will let me take your measurements so I can sew you some regular clothes!" He huffs and attempts to hop off the desk. Stubborn idiot. "Alright, then I guess I will throw out that piece of beef I bought for you huh." Prince doesn't eat beef, and I rarely indulge, but last time I did, Strix nearly hopped into my plate wanting some, so I decided to buy some for him. But if he can blackmail me, I can blackmail him right back. He stops in his tracks, narrowing his eyes at me as if to gauge if I'm serious. I stand up and go to the fridge, pulling out the small container where the meat was stored, I unfroze it and had meant to cook it for him tonight. He hisses and stomps his feet a few times, thickened skin on his soles scraping against the wood of the desk but he outstretches his arms to the sides and spreads his legs shoulder-width apart. I pop the meat back into the fridge and sit back at my desk, grabbing the measuring tape again: "I'll make you some simple shirts and pants out of my old stuff for starters, it will be nothing fancy but the fabric is worked in and soft; I'll buy some better one when I can, you really hurt my wallet by breaking that window, you know." He nods solemnly, looking uncomfortable. I kiss him on the top of his head and pretend to not hear the breathy giggle that escapes him. Finally, all those years sewing clothes for my sister's dolls will pay off!

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Excerpt from my upcoming series...

You closed your file and made a move to follow behind Emily, when the familiar touch of Hotch's hand grasped your wrist gently again. "(L/n), a word."

Helplessly, you watched everyone file out of the room and you sighed gently. His hand dropped away and as you glanced down at your feet you could feel his scrutinizing stare.

"I need you to remain by my side for this case." He said bluntly.

"Huh?"

You frowned at him. This certainly wasn't what you thought he was going to say. You watched as his brow creased.

"I want to keep an eye on you."

What? You blinked at him.

"Why's that, sir? I don't quite follow."

"I don't want to be insensitive but you have seen the victims the unsub targeted. I just want to make sure you're safe." Hotch explained in as gentle of a way he had ever spoken to you. Oh... You swallowed thickly and nodded once.

"I see. Uh, well I appreciate it, sir. I should be okay though, I have you all around me after all."

It was your boss' turn to frown now, evidently displeased with your response. But he didn't push it, picking his casefile off the table and fixing his watch around his wrist.

"If you insist. But I don't approve of this though."

You nodded and cleared your throat, following him as he stalked out of the conference room. As he made a right turn towards his office, you continued forward until you were with the others again. JJ was the first to break the air of curiosity.

"What did Hotch want?" She asked you as she checked she had everything she needed in her go bag. You sighed and crossed over to your desk.

"Said he wants me to stay by his side, given the nature of what we're dealing with."

"And are you doing that?" Derek asked, eyeing you pointedly. You shook your head.

"I don't really want to have to hang back from working on this case as much as I intend on doing so."

Emily lightly nudged you when she approached your desk, her bag slung over one shoulder.

"Maybe he has a point though." She offered but you scrunched your nose up.

"I also don't really feel like spending the whole time with someone who acts like I'm as worthy of their time as a plank of rotting wood would be." You muttered to yourself as you shoved the casefile in your bag, missing the uncomfortable shared glances of your team mates when the subject of your conversation approached the group.

You felt Emily nudge you again and you straightened up, sealing your bag shut.

"Alright, alright I'm ready to go n..ow..." she wasn't looking at you, you realised, and your body tensed when you heard him speak.

"Let's head out." Agent Hotchner said roughly and turned to leave, face sour.

Lemme know what you guys think and if this will be smth you'd wanna be tagged in!

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MASON'S LEGACY

Chapter 7: The beginning of something new

<- previous chapter

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(this chapter was inspired by a videogame. Can you guess which one it is? Hehehe. Also there are small hints form another famous black ops fic from a friend and mutual of mine 🤭)

"At least we know where to start." Weaver mentioned crossing his arms. His hip was resting on the table, his old bones complaining from having been on his feet for so long. Technology had advanced enough to bring him back to life but not to take away his back pain. Ironic.

Hudson put his sunglasses on the table. He sighed exhausted.

"We can't take chances and keep moving forward. At least not here." Hudson put both fists on the table. "The last thing we need is for Langley to happen a second time."

"What do you suggest?"

"A safehouse. Somewhere remote in the country. Far away from all this chaos."

"Northward?"

"It is an option."

"So what happened in Berlin is happening again?"

"Same story in a different era."

Suddenly the office door burst open. Adler stormed in. Hudson straightened his back and took a breath. Here it comes…

"Where is she?" Adler demanded, approaching the table. Completely ignoring Weaver.

"What are you talking about?" Hudson pretended not to know anything, ignoring him as he sorted the papers on his desk.

"Don't be an idiot, Hudson. Where's Abigail?" Adler slammed his hand on the papers, forcing Hudson to stop his actions. "I left you alone with her for two days and she already ran away from you again?"

Hudson took his time answering. He looked up to look Adler in the eyes.

"She didn't escape. I let her go. I ordered her to leave the facilities as soon as possible"

Adler almost laughed. He rested both hands on his hips and paced around the office.

Sims appeared at the door.

"Organize a search party." Adler ordered.

Sims nodded but Hudson stopped him.

"The girl is no longer in Chicago."

"Where is she then? Huh?"

"I hope far enough." Hudson answered.

"Are you aware of what you have caused?" Adler pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Are you aware of what you would have done if you had tied that girl to that chair? If you had filled her arms with needles and IVs?"

"That girl is hiding valuable information."

"She's a Mason, Adler" Hudson didn't hesitate to approach Adler. Imposing his point of view.

"Everything has its price. Stopping Perseus has its price." Adler wasn’t intimidated by the other man.

Hudson could see the obsession growing behind those sunglasses. That was no longer just for work, or for a need to do justice or save the world. This had become personal for Adler. Why? Maybe because he couldn't kill Perseus with his bare hands. And now he had been given a second chance to try again. Adler wasn't going to waste it.

"And everything has its limit, Russ." Hudson answered very coldly.

Adler spent a few long seconds, looking Hudson in the eyes.

"Organize the Search party." He ordered Sims again without taking his eyes off Hudson. "Find her."

And without saying another word Adler left for the office, leaving Weaver and Hudson alone again.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. There was a long silence.

"Should we contact Woods?" Weaver asked.

"It's not possible. He doesn't carry any type of radio. It was better this way, we minimized the risks."

"Then let's pray that they don't find them."

Hudson sighed again.

“Call Mason.”

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"Mom." Abby looked away from the window, watching the rain fall heavily outside the hospital.

"Mmh? Yes honey?" Alice closed her eyes, she was tired, the chemotherapy robbed her of all her energy. She looked like she was about to fall asleep in that chair. But her daughter woke her up.

"What is a legacy?" Abby asked curiously.

"Where did you hear that?" Alice opened her tired eyes.

"On the news, a politician was talking about our country's legacy prevailing." Abby pointed to the small television on the wall.

"Well... A legacy is what you leave in this world after you die." Alice explained, settling down on the couch.

"Our corpse?" The twelve year old girl raised an eyebrow.

"No, no. It's something more metaphorical."

"Like what?"

"Mmmh... for example, you are dad's and my legacy. You are what we leave in this world when we die. Dad is grandpa's legacy, and I am my parents' legacy."

"I see…"

"A legacy can be more complex, like an idea, a philosophy, a way of thinking. It can also be something very important that you have done that has affected other people."

Abby walked over to her mother and sat next to her, resting her head on Alice's shoulder.

"Will I leave a legacy someday too?"

Alice smiled with her eyes closed and stroked her daughter's hair.

"We all leave a legacy, honey."

Abby opened her eyes slightly. She took a deep breath and frowned. She blinked a few times trying to get used to the low light. The sun had not yet risen. It smelled like cigarette smoke, she was still using Woods' jacket as a blanket. It was cold. She stretched her arms and legs, trying to relax her stiff muscles. She lifted her cheek from the cold car window. She looked around. How long had he been driving?

Woods took his eyes off the road for a moment and glanced at Abby.

"Look who's awake." Frank greeted. "Did you sleep well Abs?" He asked, looking back ahead.

"My back hurts." Abby answered in a sleepy, hoarse voice.

She sat up better on the seat. Feeling her bones creak. She left Woods' jacket on her lap, covering her legs. The poor girl was still trying to wake up. Her eyes were half-closed, her brow furrowed, and her hair was completely disheveled. Woods chuckled at Abby's expression.

"What are you laughing at, old man?" Abby groaned as she rubbed her eyes.

"With the sleepy face you have, I'm sure you reached fucking Nirvana while you were taking that nap." Frank joked.

"Well maybe I'll go back to that Nirvana again." Abby settled in better, sinking into the padded seat of the truck. Closing her eyes again. She covered herself with Woods' jacket again. The smell reminded her of home.

"Come on, don't leave me alone again. It's boring to drive in silence for hours." Woods complained.

He waited for a response but when he looked at Abby again he realized that she had already closed her eyes again.

"Hey." Woods took one hand off the wheel to pat Abby's shoulder.

She simply shook her shoulder in protest.

"Are you listening to me brat?" Woods started pulling on Abby's ear.

Abby growled.

"Leave me alone." She complained, shaking her head.

Woods laughed, satisfied with his work.

"Give me some conversation, c’mon. This looks like a fucking funeral."

Abby thought for a moment, she remembered the dream she had. She looked at Woods, taking in his profile.

"What has been your legacy?" She asked.

The older man frowned in confusion.

"My legacy? What's with that question?"

"I don't know. It just came to mind."

"Mmmh..." Woods thought for a moment "I haven't had children, I haven't gotten married either. I guess my legacy is what I've done." He paused. "Although… it could be that my legacy was David. And you, of course." He looked at Abby for a few seconds.

The young woman seemed satisfied with his answer.

"I don't know what I will leave as a legacy." Abby asked, looking at the road.

"You're too young to worry about that shit Abs." Woods replied, trying to take away Abby's worry.

"I guess you're right."

There was silence. It was comfortable.

"Where are we?" Abby asked looking at the landscape where they were.

"On the way to Fort Wayne. Maybe an hour left. We've had to take several detours."

It was true that from Chicago to Fort Wayne it was only a few hours of travel, but due to the war and the years the roads had deteriorated and they had to constantly take detours, looking for new safer and more hidden routes. If you travel on the main roads or highways you are cannon fodder for looters. So Woods did not hesitate to take precautions.

A Pat Benatar song was playing on the radio. For a moment Abby wondered how it was possible if radio stations no longer existed, let alone music stations. But her question was answered when she saw an old cassette case resting on the glove compartment.

The rattle and sway of the vehicle due to the deteriorated road rocked Abby gently. She never felt so relaxed since she arrived in Washington with David, hells, she didn't even remember the last time she could let her guard down like that. Maybe it was the effect that Woods had, that long-awaited familiarity, that feeling that transported her home. Abby leaned her head back against the window, blinking slower and slower until finally her eyes closed again.

Woods glanced at the young woman when he noticed that the silence lasted too long. One of his corners tugged up, Abby's completely relaxed face was a little hard to see. The last time he saw her like this, Abby was unconscious, in serious condition, and tied to the hospital stretcher. It was nice to see her being able to rest properly. So he didn't bother her anymore, he looked back at the road and with one hand he placed his jacket on the young woman's lap and slightly lowered the volume of the music.

That time Abby didn't dream, she simply let herself be embraced by Morpheus's arms. Abby didn't know how much sleep she got that time either. It was one of those naps that felt like they had knocked you out and couldn't wake you up even if they screamed right next to your ear. But the sound of the truck door closing jolted her awake. Abby raised her head, completely disoriented. She looked around, Woods was gone. She yawned and wiped away the trail of dried saliva that descended from one of her corners.

She heard someone open the trunk while muttering curses, taking out a couple of things and closing it again. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the truck. The sun was already high in the sky, there were no clouds, the light shone on the snow and made Abby's eyes hurt, forcing her pupils to shrink as quickly as possible.

Woods appeared to be packing a few things in his backpack, supplies, ammunition, and a gasoline canister.

“Did we run out of gas?” Abby asked, closing the vehicle door.

“Hudson gave me the fucking truck with the tank half empty.” Woods replied grumpily. “Luckily the city is a couple of miles from here. We can go on foot. Find gas and return. It will take us a day at most, maybe half a day if we are lucky.”

Abby handed her his jacket when she saw him start to look for something. Woods grabbed it and put it on.

“Grab your things, kid. We’re leaving." Woods ordered, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and holding the rifle in one hand.

Abby obeyed, and grabbed her backpack and the rest of her things, leaving nothing valuable in the car. Someone could steal from them in their absence.

They began to walk along the half-ruined road, covered in snow and ice, she couldn't even see the asphalt. They preferred to take the risk of being ambushed in the middle of the road than to walk along a secondary path. The fluffy snow and frozen grass could make them go too slow. It was still quite early in the morning, Abby was hoping that the raiders in that area weren't early risers.

They were silent, listening carefully for any suspicious noises around them. Luckily there was only the singing of birds, the leaves of the trees swaying lazily and the wind raising powdered snow that had not yet frozen and stuck to the ground. The sun warmed their skin and the snow kept their boots cold and wet. A strange feeling.

Woods walked a couple of steps behind her, checking the rear from time to time. He also kept an eye on Abby, she seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the snow. Woods noticed the hunting sniper hanging from her shoulder. Guns and Abby… it was a combination he had a hard time imagining. Well, Abby had changed a lot in those last few years. She had changed but she was still the same. Woods didn't know how to put it. It didn't matter how much Abby grew, how much she cut her hair, or how much she changed her clothing style. Beneath those green eyes he continued to see the little Mason who begged him to read books about astronauts and trips to the moon.

“Do you know how to use that rifle?” Woods asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm.” Abby made a sound of affirmation without even turning to him.

"Who taught you?"

"Dad." She responded simply.

Woods snorted and nodded. Obviously it had been Dave.

There was silence.

“And you're good with that?” He asked again. Five years had passed that had felt like an eternity. Woods had to catch up with her.

Abby finally turned to Woods. The sun illuminated those green eyes with a light so warm that they almost seemed to have turned gold. She smiled sideways.

“You'd be surprised, old man.”

Woods rolled his eyes but didn't hide his smile. Knowing what Abby managed to do to Adler, that response didn't surprise him. Abby paused for a moment so Woods could catch up with her so they could walk side by side.

“How things have changed, huh?” Frank sighed, looking up, towards where some little birds had taken flight from the top of a tree. It was amazing how despite how broken the world was, things always found their way again. Abby nodded. “Do you miss the good ol' days?”

Abby nodded again.

“Things seemed simpler.” She answered nostalgically.

“They looked like it, but that doesn't mean they were.” Woods corrected her.

There was another silence.

“And tell me…” Woods looked at her, earning a curious look from the younger girl. “How did that story end with that girl?”

"What a Girl?" Abby wrinkled her face not understanding what he was talking about.

"You already know. That girl from your school. What was her name…Martha?”

“¿Mary?”

"Yeah."

“Oh god, Frank…no…” Abby chuckled as she shook her head.

"Huh? How bad was it? I remember you liked her a lot.”

“She… just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a girl. Nothing else." Abby gave a sad smile, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows. “I guess I was the one who misinterpreted the signs.”

“Abs… you were thirteen, you were too young to understand those things.” He put his arm over the shorter girl's shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Besides, first loves don't always turn out well.”

“If you talk so much as if you were the most experienced person in the world, then tell me about your love life.” Abby gave a little smile and wiggled her eyebrows.

“My life isn't full of romance Abs.” Woods rolled his eyes.

“And what about that girl? The one in that photo?” Abby remembered when five years ago she found an old photo in Woods' room. A woman talking casually to Mason, as if they didn't realize their photo was being taken.

“She is… Long story…” Frank sighed as he remembered those times.

“Well, judging how long it will take us to get to Washington, I think we have plenty of time.” She shrugged.

“I'm not going to tell you the whole story like it's a fucking gossip session.” He defended himself. It's not that he wanted her to know that part of his story, like many others.

“Pfff Boring... At least tell me how it started. Where did you take her on the first date?”

Woods thought for a moment whether or not to answer that question. He grumbled a little but eventually gave in.

“Burger Town.”

“To fucking Burger Town?! Are you serious Woods?!”

"What? It's good, and cheap. You say that as if you didn't enjoy it every time I took you there when you were little.”

“But you can't take her there on the first date! Oh my goodness Woods…” Abby shook her head.

“She was a woman who knew how to appreciate the simple things in life.” Woods answered.

“I feel sorry for her. If putting up with you as a grandfather is already torture, imagine having you as a lover, pff…” Abby pretended to be tired.

Woods opened his mouth in surprise, clearly not expecting Abby to make fun of him at that moment.

“You little piece of shit.” Woods put his arm around Abby's neck in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles hard over her head.

“Hahahaha! Hey!" Abby tried to get out of Woods' grip.

“You think it's funny to laugh at me, huh?” Woods was infected with the youngest's laughter.

“I only speak the truth!” Abby continued laughing. "Let go! Hahaha!”

They continued talking and catching up as they walked. In the end they arrived in the city earlier than expected. The skyline of Fort Wayne was what you would expect from any city. Demolished, a set of ruins. The few skyscrapers that had fallen like defeated giants. The shorter buildings threatened to fall as well. Debris everywhere, huge holes, streets sunken into the ground, leaving huge holes and uncovered sewers. It wasn't a very big city, but Abby had heard rumors that it was one of the hardest hit during the war. Now she had been able to verify it.

“What a sight…” Woods murmured, observing how gloomy everything looked.

“Is this the first time you've seen a city like this?” Abby raised an eyebrow.

“No, but never as destroyed as this one.” Woods replied, shaking his head.

“Fort Wayne was one of the first victims of the Cordis Die drone attacks. There were rumors that this was hell during the first year, and not precisely because of the drones.” Abby began to explain as they both walked deeper into the ghost town.

"How was it? The beginning of Cordis Die, the war…” Woods asked.

“Haven't they told you what happened?” Abby turned around with a face of confusion.

“I know the official version. But I want to know yours.”

Abby was silent for a few seconds. It was difficult for her to remember those years.

“When… Menéndez committed suicide after…” Abby pointed at Woods, implying that she was referring to the incident at The Vault. She didn't even dare mention it out loud, her stomach turned just thinking about it. Furthermore, it was a delicate topic that she had not yet discussed with him.

Frank nodded understanding what she was talking about.

“After Menéndez's death, we thought everything was over. Cordis Die had been stopped. The happy ending we were all waiting for.” Abby began to narrate. “A month later, a group of anonymous terrorists called the new Perseus appeared. They hacked all public television channels and social networks. They assured that they would make a better world for everyone, far from corrupt governments, famine and wars.”

They were both walking through the alleys, searching every gas tank of every car they found. All empty. Woods listened to Abby as he watched the windows of buildings and possible ambush sites.

“At first no one paid attention, they took it as a joke. But then they continued sending messages saying that the revolution had already begun in Eastern Europe and South Asia, sending images of revolts and violent demonstrations. Perseus was trying to convince people to rise up against governments, to demand answers. Many believed the lie, and the same thing happened. Attacks against the government, demonstrations, barricades, homemade explosives, robberies, murders in the middle of the street... The country became an anarchic place. And from what we saw on the news, the same thing was happening in the big cities of the rest of the countries.” Abby sighed and rubbed her face. It was difficult for her to remember those years, it was as if her brain was determined to forget.

Woods remained silent. Abby's expression was gradually darkening. He was beginning to regret asking.

“That freedom, revolution and knowing the truth were children’s dreams. A simple strategy to keep us messy, separated, like headless chickens. Perseus took advantage of the chaos to hack all the military systems of international powers. The United States, China, Russia... I don't know how they did it. Somebody made a deal with the fucking devil or something like that. Because the next thing we knew was hell on earth. All the military drones of the army were thundered against us, both by land, sea and air.” Abby sat on the hood of a burned-out car. Her hands had begun to shake. “The military drones in the streets of our neighborhood, I still remember when they entered our home. Dad and I miraculously came out alive. They shot anyone in sight. It was... like a swarm of drones that destroyed everything. There were bombings that destroyed the city. We had to take refuge in the subway. The number of deaths that occurred each day was enormous. The government tried to stop the drones with tanks, fighter planes... but it was useless, they didn't last even six months, then they disappeared as if they had never been there. Abandon us to our fate.” Abby gave a bitter laugh. “I guess you were right when you said that technologies were going to destroy us one day.”

“Abs…” Woods called after her.

The young woman made a gesture with her hand.

“The first year was the hardest of all. I guess I wasn't used to so much chaos and death. The few of us who survived were trapped in the city all that year, traveling through the subway tunnels so as not to be seen. Going to the surface only to look for supplies, clothing, weapons, medical supplies... We created a small underground refugee camp. We were busy healing the wounded, feeding the children, and creating a small oasis in that horrible place. By then I was already fifteen years old, I was no longer considered a girl. “I went out to the streets on expeditions with Dad, to look for food or survivors.”

Abby frowned and thought for a few seconds.

“I still don't know if it was my fault or not…” She paused, trying to find the right words. “One day dad had to stay in the refugee camp because of a problem with one of the hydroelectric turbines. So I had to go on an expedition alone.” Abby swallowed, trying to lighten the weight she felt in her throat. Lost in her thoughts and memories, trying to relive that event, looking for some detail that had been overlooked. “Maybe… I left the subway gate open or some emergency exit… I don't know…” She shook her head.

Woods waited patiently in silence.

"I was happy. I had found several boxes of insulin syringes and antibiotics at a pharmacy on the other side of town. When I returned... Everything smelled of gunpowder, gasoline and blood. There were corpses everywhere. Women, the elderly, children... There were also destroyed military drones. Luckily I found dad and a few survivors.” Abby sighed as she swung her feet that dangled over the side of the car where she was sitting. “Some blamed me for it. Dad said it wasn't true, the drones had appeared through the western tunnel and I had left through the eastern one. Whatever the story was, they were mad at me, and banished me from the refugee camp. Obviously dad came with me. We spent two years wandering the country, traveling with other nomads. It was better to go in a group than alone. Then we found a little hunting cabin in the woods and Dad and I stayed there for six months. I must admit that I liked it, it was a quiet place. But one day we heard some robbers in the area and we had to leave. It was a matter of time before they found us. We heard rumors that things were calmer in Alaska, that people had begun to organize to build small towns and return to normal, and that there was a smuggler pilot in Washington DC who could take us to Fairbanks.” Abby looked up at the sky. “We arrived in Washington, we found the Guerrillas called The Wolves, we discovered that it was a cover for the government that was still working in the shadows, the Hyenas attacked us, President Bosworth gave me the pendrive, they kidnapped us both, and well… You already know the rest of the story.” Abby looked at Woods and smiled. A smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Woods was silent for several seconds, taking in everything Abby had said. He could see the weight of those hard years in her eyes. In a way she reminded him of him when he was young, when he spent his youth on the streets of Philadelphia.

“Some busy years, kid.” Woods ruffled Abby's hair. “We will find your father, don't worry.”

“We will have to hurry. I don't know how long he will stay in Washington. Or is he even still alive.”

“Well we better find some gas soon.” Frank nodded for Abby to follow him. “Come on Abs.”

Abby nodded and followed him.

They walked through the streets of Fort Wayne, watching each other's backs with every step they took. The place seemed completely deserted, there wasn’t a single soul in the place, nor signs that people had passed through there. Fort Wayne was so dilapidated that perhaps people thought it impossible to repopulate.

They arrived at an abandoned square, with a small playground buried by snow and fallen trees. Woods put his arm on Abby's chest to stop her and pointed to some large boxes next to some trucks in front of a church. Before Abby could look closely, he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to the corner of a building so they wouldn't be so exposed.

"Over there."

Abby peeked around the corner and looked into the distance. She analyzed the place for a few seconds.

“There seems to be no people.”

“Oh yeah?” Woods wasn’t convinced. The signs of nearby human activity made him tense, you never know who you might encounter.

“Look at the snow accumulated on the roof of the trucks, they haven't been moved in days. There are also no tire marks in the snow, nor footprints. The windows of the vehicles are frozen, no one has used these vehicles for at least weeks.” Abby deduced. She craned her neck a little to see a little better. "Look. Over there."

Abby pointed to some gas cans next to some cargo boxes.

“Looks like it's our lucky day.” Woods said when he saw them.

"What are you saying? Shall we risk it?” Abby asked, looking at him.

Frank thought about it for a moment. He didn't like the idea of interacting with people. And much less risk being ambushed. But they couldn't waste much time, they had to hurry and get gas soon. And if Abby was right and those canisters were full, they would have enough for quite a few more miles. So he sighed and nodded.

“Okay. Let's go, grab the gas and leave. But you stay behind me, understand? come on."

Abby nodded.

Woods took the rifle from his shoulder and began walking in the direction of that half-demolished church. He didn’t hesitate to monitor possible places where there could be people hiding, he didn’t like that place, he had a bad feeling.

Meanwhile, Abby kept an eye on the rear and the windows of the tallest nearby buildings.

When they reached the collection of trucks and cargo boxes, Abby tentatively kicked one of the gas canisters, which fell onto the snow without any effort.

“Fucking empty…” Woods growled in annoyance after checking that the others were also empty as well.

Abby looked around trying to find something else. “Maybe there's something in the trucks' fuel tanks.” Suddenly she realized something. “Hey, old man.” Abby called Woods and pointed her chin at the church door.

“Mmh?” Woods looked up at where Abby pointed.

Right next to the door there was a sign that said: “DANGER: flammable material.” Woods signaled for Abby to stay where she was and he approached the door. He stuck right against the wall next to the door, waited a few seconds in silence trying to hear something, but there was only silence and wind. With the rifle raised he slowly opened the door and looked inside to investigate. He made sure the place was empty and then with a nod told Abby to follow him.

They both entered the church and Abby closed the door behind them.

“Oh wow.” Abby was amazed to see the place.

It was a small, ordinary abandoned church. The wooden benches were broken, as were the windows, and there was debris everywhere. The roof had holes and let in light and snow, giving the place a magical atmosphere.

“Hey Abs. It seems that not everything is lost.” Woods snapped Abby out of her shock.

The girl looked in the direction where his voice came from. In one corner were more supply boxes and a fuel tank.

“Do you think there will be gasoline inside?” Abby asked, approaching her grandfather.

“Let's find out.” Woods put his backpack on the ground and took out the fuel bottle.

“maybe the gasoline has frozen.” Abby commented watching what Woods did.

“Gasoline freezes at -60 degrees Celsius. There’s no way it can be that cold here.” Woods moved the canister to the opening of the fuel tank and opened it.

“Well, it's too damn cold.” Abby rubbed her hands in a vague attempt to warm them.

“Oh hell yeah baby.” Frank smirked.

“Hey, watch your language. This is the house of God.” Abby pretended to scold him.

“We got some gas.” Woods informed.

“Oh fuck yeah!”

“Bring the other jugs from outside, we will fill them and take them too.” Woods ordered, after he had filled the jug and put the cap back on.

Abby brought them and they filled them all. They had three 20 liter drums, that added up to 60 liters in total. With that they could fill the car's tank.

“Do you think you can carry one in your backpack?” Woods handed her a jug.

Abby put her backpack on the floor and checked the extra space inside.

“I think I can carry one.” She answered.

"Good."

They kept the gasoline cans in their backpacks. Woods carried one in his hand.

“Aren't you carrying too much weight?” Abby asked, raising an eyebrow. Her backpack was beginning to weigh quite a bit.

“I've carried your grandfather on my shoulders for hours. Believe me he weighed more than this.” Woods responded by slinging the backpack over his shoulders again.

Abby raised an eyebrow. “I will remind you of those words when you start complaining about back pain.”

Frank rolled his eyes. “Come on, let's go, I think I've seen a couple of buildings where we can take a shortcut.”

They both left through the back door of the church. Always making sure no one was around. Although the city seemed more than abandoned. They crossed the street quickly and entered a large building which seemed to be in much better condition than the rest.

They found a large hall, with a polished marble floor and high ceilings.

“This building seems to have been preserved quite w—OH MY GOD!” Abby exclaimed suddenly.

"What? What's happening?" Woods didn’t hesitate to put himself on guard and look in all directions. Danger? A corpse? Explosives? A trap?

"Look!" Abby pointed to a sign on one of the walls in the hallway.

On the poster he could read in large blue letters: “SCIENCE EXHIBITION: FROM THE DINOSAURS TO THE MOON”

Woods read the sign several times and then looked at the girl with a serious expression.

“Abby…”

"Can we go? Only five minutes!" Abby put both hands together “please please please please please please.” Abby pleaded but was already walking backwards towards the exhibit. “Please please please please please…”

Frank sighed, perhaps this was the first time he had seen her eyes shine like that since he met her again. For a moment he found little Abby again, and perhaps that was what finally softened his heart.

“Okay… but only five minutes.” Woods began to follow her in the direction of the museum entrance.

"YEAH!" Abby raised both hands in victory.

As the sign indicated, the exhibition began with the dinosaurs. There were skeletons and fossils everywhere. Prehistoric giants made of bone, it was incredible that all of it had survived the war, there was rubble, cracks and holes in some places but other than that, everything was incredibly well preserved.

Despite the weight Abby was carrying on her back, she didn't hesitate to run around like a kid. Her inner child was jumping for joy. When was the last time Abby visited a science museum? Not even she remembered.

She stood in front of a fossilized stegosaurus skeleton and watched it for a few seconds until Woods came to her side.

“Did you know that this dinosaur had a brain the size of a walnut?” Abby commented.

“Wow, yours is almost as big as his.” Woods smirked.

“Hahaha… very funny.” Abby rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder, but she was unable to hide her smile.

Woods chuckled, satisfied with his joke.

They walked around some more, looking at models and fossils, until Abby found a small reception area, sat down in the chair, and put the phone to her ear as if someone was calling.

“Oh sorry all the dinosaurs are busy right now so…” she pretended to talk to someone.

"What are you doing…?" Woods walked over and placed a hand on the table.

“Oh! It's your lucky day! I have one of the dinosaurs right in front of me.” Abby handed him the phone. “Frank, is for you.”

“You wouldn't be the funniest person in the world by any chance?” Woods raised an eyebrow.

Abby laughed and stood up, satisfied that she had returned the joke. “I'm actually quite funny.”

“Whatever you say, Miss Comedian.” Woods ruffled Abby's hair as he passed her. Abby laughed again as she felt Frank's heavy hand on her head, which made the veteran's smile wider.

Abby walked over to a model in the center of the room.

“It's a Mbiresaurus Raathi.” Abby read aloud the name of the dinosaur on the information sign: “It says that it lived about 230 million years ago. The oldest known dinosaur.” Abby whistled in surprise. “He's almost as old as you.”

“I look better than him.” Frank responded looking at the two meter tall lizard.

“The CIA has resurrected and rejuvenated you almost fifty years; a meteorite fell on him.” Abby raised an eyebrow.

Woods shrugged.

“I would call it natural beauty.”

"If you say so…"

They continued walking through different rooms, Abby was commenting on the things that were on display and Woods joked from time to time. Almost for a moment they both forgot the situation they were in.

“No fucking way.” Abby almost couldn't believe it when she saw a huge model of a space shuttle.

“Big Spaceship huh?” Woods walked around it to get a good look at it.

“It's not a spaceship. It's a shuttle! With this, the astronauts were taken to the international space station.” Abby looked at it like a little child looks at cotton candy, full of excitement and happiness. “This is a model of the Endeavor shuttle, the original is in California, if it is still in one piece. They launched it into space for the first time in 1992.”

“I had almost forgotten that you were a nerd about these things…” Woods walked around the large room a little more, there were more models on display.

"Hey!" Abby complained and quickly caught up to Woods that he seemed to have become interested in another model. “That's the Sputnik satellite. It was the first satellite to be sent into space in 1957, crazy huh?.”

"Sputnik?" Woods repeated. “the Russians sent this one.”

“Yeah.” Abby shrugged. “The Soviets were more advanced than us in space technology. Don't look at me like that, you know I'm right. The Cold War ended almost forty years ago.”

This was a topic on which Woods and Abby had different opinions. But Frank didn't feel like arguing with her and ruining the moment. Luckily Abby wasn't interested in getting into that debate either since her attention was completely diverted when she saw a broken display case with an astronaut suit.

“Hey Frank! Look!” Abby grabbed the helmet and didn't hesitate to put it on her head.

Woods crossed his arms and leaned against the display case. "Looks Good on you. Ready to go to the moon?”

“We're going to have to find another helmet for you. I’m not going to go alone.”

Woods smiled softly.

“Is it comfortable to wear that?” he asked again.

"More or less. It smells like space, or probably like dust.” Abby took off her helmet and turned it over. She watched her reflection in her visor. “I would like to take it with me…”

“Then take it. Who's going to stop you? The security guard?” Woods looked around, implying that they were completely alone. "I thought you were the rebel one who doesn't care about rules."

Abby's smile widened.

“It's better to take the astronaut helmet than that space shuttle over there.” Woods nodded at the model of the Endeavor.

Abby laughed and looked at the helmet for a few seconds, her green eyes turning a little sad. She sighed and shook her head.

“We still have a long way to go and this helmet would only be a hindrance. I don't even know where I could keep it” And she put it in the display case again.

Woods didn't say anything, Abby was right but he didn't want to discourage her further either. But suddenly something shining on the ground caught his attention. He walked towards it and grabbed it. He ran his thumb over it to remove the dust. It was a pin in the shape of an incredibly detailed moon, with its craters and irregularities. It had a phrase written that said “to the Moon and back.”

He returned to Abby and handed her the pin.

“And how about this? It's more practical to carry it, isn't it?"

Abby's eyes lit up again. She grabbed the pin carefully and looked at it for a few seconds. She smiled and clipped it to Woods' jacket, over his chest pocket.

“it was meant to be yours, Abs…” Woods said as he watched Abby adjust it to his jacket.

“I know, but I would be happier if you wore it.” Abby responded.

"Why? I’m not the space nerd here.”

Abby rolled her eyes and looked at the pin on Woods' jacket, it fit him well. She patted his chest and smiled.

“Because I will always be your astronaut and you will always be my moon.”

That response took Woods completely off guard. To say his heart had melted was an understatement. But he'd never been good with emotions, so he simply smiled and pulled Abby's ear affectionately.

“Come on, let's see what's out there.” Woods had seen in the distance an even bigger room with something that Abby would like even more.

They arrived at what looked like the main exhibition hall. Abby found it difficult to close her mouth. The room was huge, there was a glass dome on the ceiling, from there hung a huge model of the solar system. There were walkways and stairs leading to higher floors, probably to other smaller rooms in the exhibition. There were models of rovers, spaceships and meteorite rocks displayed in glass cases. But what caught the most attention was the enormous globe of Mars in the center of the room. An incredibly detailed model of the red planet.

They both remained silent for a few seconds looking at the enormous planet in front of them.

"We used to look up at the sky and wonder what our place is in the stars. Now we just look down and bury our heads in the dirt" Abby sighed and shook her head,completely lost in her thought.

"Who knows. Maybe there will be astronauts again one day.” Woods tried to cheer her up.

“You've seen how the world is, Frank… humanity is not going to recover from this blow for a long time. And I doubt people will ever be interested in what lies beyond the stratosphere again.” Abby was staring at Mars.

Woods didn't say anything, he knew Abby was right. Maybe humanity had more important things to do before returning to space, who knows, maybe it will never go there again.

“In 2024, NASA managed to send six astronauts to Mars with the intention of starting a colony there.” Abby began to explain. “The mission was a success. But when Cordis Die started and everything became complete chaos, the world forgot about them. They never came back.”

"They are dead?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. It's like Schrödinger's cat. They are alive and dead at the same time, we won't know until we see them.” Abby paused. “Maybe they have managed to survive, maybe they managed to create a stable source of water and food, it's pure chemistry, it could be done. Or maybe they died asphyxiated by Martian dust five years ago. We just don’t know.”

Woods nodded. It must be terrifying to die alone in a place so far from home, he almost experienced it several times.

“What a terrible way to die. And you dreamed of being an astronaut? Why would you want such a dangerous job?” Woods put the gas can on the ground.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Abby looked up at the veteran. She smiled as a sign that she had no intention of offending him.

Woods was quiet for a few seconds. He knew Abby was referring to his work at the CIA, and how after he died he could continue working for them.

“...Because it's the only thing I know how to do”

Abby's smile turned a little sad again.

“That's not true Frank.”

Again Woods didn't know what to answer. It surprised him how many times Abby cornered him like that. Perhaps in her short life, she had known him more than she had known him. In some ways it reminded him of Mason.

Suddenly something pulled him out of his thoughts. A red dot appeared on Abby's chest and slowly rose until it was between both eyebrows.

All his alarms went off.

“Abby!” Woods forcefully pushed her out of the path of the sniper rifle. The deafening noise of a gunshot was heard, somewhere on the walkways to the upper floors. A sharp stabbing pain pierced Woods' shoulder from behind.

Frank staggered from the impact force of the shot but managed not to fall.

“Woods!” Abby grabbed his shoulders worriedly.

“Don't dawdle now, run!” Woods grabbed Abby's arm and ran until they both took cover behind some display cases.

Voices and screams began to be heard, people running and shots being fired everywhere.

Woods grabbed his shoulder and grunted in pain.

“They hit you.” Abby spoke terribly worried about the sergeant.

“It's not as serious as it looks.” Woods lied. “Who the hell are these people?”

“Probably the raiders of this area. The trucks we saw before must be theirs.” Abby responded as she took her rifle off her shoulder but Woods stopped her.

"Not yet. Let them get closer.” Woods put his backpack down and grabbed Abby's rifle. He poked his head out slightly and quickly counted how many enemies they were facing. “Four, six, seven… seven motherfuckers.” He returned to hide behind the display case just as a bullet hit too close. “I Can handle them.”

Of course Woods could handle them, he had been in much worse situations than that. The only thing he really worried about was Abby.

“Abby, leave your things here, just take the gun and the knife.” Frank turned to the young woman. “There is an emergency door in that direction, do not shoot unless strictly necessary, do you know how to use the knife? No, of course you know how to use knives, you stabbed Adler without thinking.”

“Frank, what are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere."

As soon as Woods saw a shooter lean out to shoot again, he grabbed Abby by the collar of her jacket and pulled her down to hide better.

“Listen to me for once in your life, Abigail.” Woods' tone of voice sounded authoritative. “You are going to do what I tell you whether you like it or not.”

Abby's worried eyes traveled back to the gunshot wound in Woods' shoulder. Frank realized this and sighed.

“I'll be fine kid, I'll catch up with you before you know it. Now go." Woods nodded toward the emergency door.

Abby wanted to reproach him again but she knew there was no point, Woods was just as stubborn as she was. So she nodded, left her backpack there and when the assailants took their time reloading their weapons, she ran towards the nearest door.

As soon as she crossed, she closed the door behind her, there was a smaller museum room but she didn't even stop to see what was displayed there. She ran across the room until she reached the emergency door, opened it and found a long hallway where at the end there was another door that surely led to the outside. She stopped for a moment. Maybe there were more people outside, she didn't know how many people were fighting, maybe they were waiting for them outside.

Suddenly footsteps were heard approaching. Had Woods finished with those bastards? Abby had no way of knowing. But she soon discovered that there were several people.

It wasn’t Woods.

“Shit…” Abby cursed as she pulled out the knife.

The footsteps got closer and closer, until they stopped right in front of the door, a tense silence filled the place.

“She must be around here… Keep your eyes open, boys.”

Abby was on guard. Were those men the same ones who were fighting with Woods? Were they other guys? Had they done something to Woods? That possibility made Abby nervous.

The door opened slowly, letting some light into the dark hallway. She didn't know how many she was going to face. But no matter what, Abby was going to kill them. She was going to kill them all.

Woods finally managed to shoot the sniper on the upper catwalks. Of the seven men there, he managed to kill three.

“Not Tommy!” A man was heard screaming.

That almost managed to distract Woods, out of the corner of his eye he saw someone lunge at him. Frank managed to dodge the knife and hit him in the face. The man staggered back, and Woods took the opportunity to shoot him in the leg with his pistol. The man screamed in pain and before he could react Woods put his arm around his neck and pulled him towards him, using him as a human shield.

With the man in front protecting him, Woods allowed himself the luxury of coming out of hiding and managing to shoot another man in the shoulder. Frank was about to shoot a second time, this time in the head, when a voice stopped him suddenly.

“Pull the trigger one more time and I swear to God I’ll kill the girl!”

Everyone stopped. The shooting stopped and the museum fell silent. Two men appeared, they were covered in bruises and signs of a fight. One was bleeding and limping on one leg, the other was holding Abby by the neck and jamming the barrel of the gun into her temple. Abby locked eyes with Woods, her nose was bleeding and she had a split eyebrow.

“Let go.” The man holding Abby ordered. “Let him go or I'll stain the floor with her brains.” He threatened.

Abby shook her head slightly. Woods was breathing hard, it was a too compromising situation, he couldn't risk Abby getting hurt. So Frank reluctantly let the man go.

As soon as he did, someone kicked him behind the knee and pushed him to the ground.

“Frank!” Abby screamed. “Let go of memotherfucker! I'll kill you!"

The man holding her pressed the gun even harder against Abby's head.

“Abby!” Woods exclaimed worriedly, he wanted to get up but one of the raiders put his knee on his back and the rifle pointed at his head.

"Wait wait! Don’t shoot!" The man who had earlier been taken hostage by Woods tried to stop his partner.

“Why?” The other man threatening Abby didn't seem in a good mood. “The girl killed Joe and Billy! She deserves to die!"

“That girl saved my son.” The man looked at Abby, hoping she would recognize him. “Back in Chicago. Remember?”

Abby stared at him for a few seconds. She tried to loosen the grip on her neck without success.

“I remember you.” Abby answered.

The man nodded and then looked at his companions. “She gave me medicine for little Simon. She saved him. I owe her my life.”

The man behind Abby didn't look very happy. “They have killed three of our people, they have stolen our gasoline too.”

“He killed Tommy! My brother!" The man who had his knee on Woods exclaimed.

“They came from Chicago. They may have valuable information.” The father tried to insist. “She has saved my son. Your nephew, James.”

The man holding Abby and who seemed to be the leader spent a few seconds thinking.

He growled in frustration and shook his head. “Knock them out. We’ll take them to camp with us.”

Hearing that, Abby became upset and tried to free herself even harder.

“Abby no!” Woods exclaimed.

But for Abby it was too late, she felt a strong blow to her head and everything went dark.

____________

David ran to the hospital. The plane had been delayed two hours, since he had received the news he had done everything possible to return home on time, but apparently despite his efforts he didn’t succeed.

He crossed the hall until he reached the table where the reception desk was located. The receptionist seemed to be typing something into the computer when David arrived.

“Hey.” David greeted, somewhat agitated in an attempt to remain calm. The nurse looked up from the screen and looked at him with a bored expression. “Huh… I'm looking for Alice Mason, her water broke this morning. I am her husband.” he showed the ID.

The woman checked the ID for a few long seconds, looking at the ID and then at David repeatedly. Then she typed some more on the computer. David shifted impatiently on the spot.

“Alice Mason already gave birth two hours ago, she is resting in her room.” The woman reported.

“oh…” David realized that he had missed the birth of his first child because of work. He ran his hand through his hair and laughed nervously. “My wife gave birth alone. I must look like a horrible husband.” He smiled sadly.

The woman changed her bored expression for a slightly more compassionate look.

“I am not the woman who should judge that. Your wife is in room 240, second floor. The elevator is on the left.” The receptionist pointed there.

David nodded and left with a final, polite “thank you.”

He took the elevator and arrived as quickly as he could to the room that the woman had indicated to him. Some nurses even called him out for running through the hospital hallways.

When he arrived at the indicated door David made an effort to calm down. He had just become a father, he was a father. He almost couldn't believe it. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

As soon as he entered the room he met his wife's tired eyes. She was lying on the hospital stretcher, her hair completely tangled and huge dark circles under her eyes. But still, for David, he still saw her as the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Hey…” Alice smiled and stretched out her hand towards him.

David did not hesitate to shorten the distance and take her hand in his. He sat on the edge of the stretcher and kissed her knuckles.

“Hey…” he said back with a small smile. He placed Alice's knuckles next to his cheek as he stroked the back of her hand gently with his thumb. "How do you feel?"

“Exhausted.” Alice sighed, her face looked like she hadn't slept in days.

David leaned towards her and kissed her sweetly. He wanted to kiss her more, with more passion, to tell her how much he had missed her, that the days without her were horrible. But in the state his wife was in he had to be more delicate.

“You've done an amazing job, momma.” It was the first time David had called Alice that, and he was surprised by how sweet it sounded. They both knew that they had to get used to the life of being parents, but luckily they would do it together.

“And you're late.” Alice scolded him, but the tired smile indicated that she wasn't really angry.

"I know. I am so sorry my love.” David kissed her forehead and knuckles again. He wanted to make excuses, that the plane had been delayed for two hours because of a storm, that the traffic jam from the airport to the hospital had been eternal... but David knew that at that moment those excuses were worthless. He made a mental note to make up for it with lots of massages and good food.

"It¡s ok honey. She has also arrived earlier than the estimated date.” Alice cupped David's cheek with her other hand.

He looked up.

“She?” He asked surprised.

Alice's smile widened and she nodded. "It's a girl."

David and Alice had made the decision not to know the gender of the baby until it was born. David never had a preference for one gender or another, but upon hearing that it was a girl, his heart skipped a beat. It is always said that daughters have a special place in the hearts of fathers.

“Have you decided on a name?” David asked curiously.

Alice stayed for a few seconds looking at her husband.

“Abigail. Abigail Mason.” She answered.

That surprised David, it wasn't that he disliked the name either.

“Abigail? I don’t remember that name on our list.” David remembered that they had a long list of names for their future baby. They never managed to decide on one.

Alice chuckled. “I didn't name her. It was Woods.”

“Woods? Are you letting the old sergeant choose our daughter’s name?” He joked.

Alice rolled her eyes. “He just proposed the name, and I liked it. Do you like it?"

Dave nodded.

“And where is our dear Abigail?” David looked around. He noticed that the crib next to the hospital bed was empty.

“Frank took her to the waiting room for a little while so I could rest a little.” Alice explained. “She has very strong lungs.” She chuckled.

“Has Woods been with you during the birth?”

“He was waiting outside. As soon as I called him to tell him that my water had broken, he didn't hesitate for a second to come to the hospital.” Alice answered.

"And your family?"

“They said they were on their way but had gotten into a traffic jam.” She sighed. “I guess it's better this way, you know how Woods gets when he sees my parents.”

David remembered the last family meeting, and nodded. "Then I'll go find those two." David kissed Alice, a slow and tender kiss. “You rest in the meantime.”

“Yes sir.”

Alice nodded and closed her eyes as soon as David left the room.

David searched the hospital floor until he found a small waiting room. There was old Woods by the window, sitting as always in his wheelchair, and with a small bundle of blankets in his arms. David approached without making much noise.

“You like grabbing the finger huh?” Woods spoke in a very soft tone, something strange for him. “Yeah, you have a really strong grip, Abs.”

“Hey old Man.” David greeted, taking care not to scare the veteran.

“Oh Dave.” Woods smiled as soon as he heard David's voice. Frank looked down at what was in his arms. A small baby's face peeked out from between the blankets, big green eyes that stood out. “Look Abby, your dad's already here.”

David's heart melted the moment he saw the girl, his girl, his daughter. David had just met her and had already fallen in love with her, that baby had become his ray of sunshine.

“Do you want to hold her?” Woods asked.

David was a little nervous but he didn't hesitate and nodded. Woods carefully handed the baby to his nephew. Little Abby stirred at the sudden movement but once she settled into her father's arms she relaxed again.

"Hi gorgeous." David murmured sweetly. His legs were shaking, his heart was going to burst, and his eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

Abby opened her small eyes as she recognized her father's voice. David had spoken to her so many times while she was inside her mother's belly. Which Abby didn't take long to recognize.

That made David's smile wider. And Woods's.

David rocked Abby gently, trying to put her to sleep.

“So Abigail huh?” David looked at his adoptive uncle. “I didn't know you had a name in mind.”

Woods sighed.

“Not exactly my idea.” Frank answered, looking at his hands, old and calloused. “More like your parents’.”

David raised his head curiously.

“Well, more exactly from Em, from your mother. Although your father also liked the idea.” Woods began to explain. “When Em was pregnant with you, she thought that if there was a chance you were going to be a girl, she would name you Abigail.”

That caused a wave of thought in David, about his mother and father. He tried to remember moments of his parents together. They were all blurry.

A whimper from Abby brought him out of his thoughts. David looked down and saw Abby thrashing in her father's arms. Surely she was starting to get sleepy.

“Abby…” he murmured. "I like it." He smiled at Woods.

Frank nodded.

“She has a good father. She will do great things.”

“Section.” Harper's voice woke David up from his little nap. The lack of sleep had taken a huge toll on David.

David looked around, they were outside the White House, the Wolves seemed to be reorganizing again. He was sitting on some cargo boxes. Delta was lying next to him, resting his head on David's lap.

“Are you okay brother?” Harper asked, seeing his friend's exhausted expression, he had terrible circles under his eyes.

"Yes Yes. I just had a strange dream.” He brushed it off as he stroked Delta behind the ears. The dog raised his head, happy to see his owner awake.

Harper nodded unconvinced. “The truck is ready.”

David climbed down from the cargo boxes and picked up his backpack. "Thank you. You didn’t have to do it.”

“I wanted to make sure everything was in ordert.” Harper guided David to the truck he had mentioned. “Provisions, ammunition, gasoline…. Everything you need to get to Chicago.” He handed the keys to the vehicle to David, who accepted them with a nod.

David opened the passenger door and with a quick whistle ordered Delta into the car. The dog obeyed without question. He closed the door and sighed.

“I hope your contact was right.” David looked his friend in the eyes.

That same morning a group of the Chicago Wolves had arrived. David didn't hesitate to ask about his daughter Abby. The men confirmed that before they left they had heard rumors that someone had brought in an unconscious girl. That only fueled David's hope.

“She will be there. Don't worry." Harper assured him.

Both friends hugged each other as farewell.

“Be careful out there. And bring Abby back.”

"I will."

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One Undead To Another (Chapter 15)

(An intermediary chapter)

“It’s kind of adorable,” Juliet whispers, pulling out her phone to take a picture.

“They’re grown men, O’Hara. One of them is a corpse.”

“But they’re curled up like kittens,” she whispers back as she takes a few pictures. Shawn twitches a little in his sleep, pressing closer to Gus on the couch. His mouth is slightly parted, a little trickle of drool coming out. Gus is shivering slightly in his sleep, but he too curls closer to Shawn.

“Well, you’re the one with cats. You wake Guster up.”

Juliet rolls her eyes, pockets her phone, and reaches out to gently shake Gus’s shoulder. “Gus. Wake up.”

“Nah ye’,” he mumbles in his sleep, weakly swatting at the air. “Snow d’y.”

“You’re in your thirties, Gus,” Juliet gently reminds. “No snow days.”

“Mmm.”

Juliet moves to shake Shawn in the hopes he can wake Gus up… and pauses. His eyes are… puffy.

She looks back at Gus. His eyes are puffy too, now that she thinks about it. She’d figured the dried tear tracks were just because of the whole chest-bruise incident, but…

She looks back at Shawn, leans in, examines.

“Carlton.” She looks up. “Maybe we let them sleep a little longer.”

“O’Hara, I already have to babysit one-”

“They were crying.”

“Guster cries all the time.”

“Shawn was crying too.”

Lassiter stiffens. He leans in to look for himself. “... Crap.”

“They need some rest.”

“... Fine. I need to check the gun I lent Guster anyway.”

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When morning comes Henry tries to call Shawn.

It rings, rings, rings–

Voicemail.

“You better not be on the run,” Henry grumbles as he gets into his truck. He drives to Shawn’s apartment and knocks. Nothing.

He drives to the Psych office. The first thing he notices is the large crack in not only the glass of the front door, but the wood. There’s a dent in the outside wall too– undoubtedly and unmistakably made by the door handle. How did that happen? Was Shawn maybe kidnapped by that cult? Did they intimidate him into keeping quiet? Not possible– even Henry can’t intimidate his son into keeping his mouth shut when it’s important.

He walks inside.

Freezes.

He walks back out to try again.

… No, same sight as before.

Shawn and Gus are sleeping on each other on the couch– a little unexpected, but not entirely unusual. It reminds Henry of all those sleepovers when they were kids, many nights of tucking of a single blanket around both of them while the TV played and they laid wrapped around each other on the couch, still in their day clothes. Shawn always slept best on those nights.

What is shocking, enough so to make Henry question his sanity for a moment, is Juliet and Lassiter both asleep at the desks. Lassiter is sitting up at Gus’s desk, head tilted back just slightly and closed eyes the only real sign he’s not awake, while Juliet has her head in her arms laying down on Shawn’s desk.

“What the hell is going on?!”

Shawn bolts awake with a shout, facing away from Henry, and Gus shoots up with only a second delay. Lassiter startles awake reaching straight for his gun, and Juliet jerks her head up with a groan as she rubs at her sore neck.

Henry notes Gus going wide-eyed, then looking between him and Shawn. Gus whispers something and Shawn puts his hands up to his face, waiting a second before lowering them and checking for approval.

Henry half expects white powder when Shawn turns around– drugs would make this whole situation make much more sense– but instead when Shawn turns around he looks…

Fine.

Better than fine. Henry can’t remember his son ever looking so well-rested, in fact. Which makes this worse.

“So.” Henry crosses his arms. “You’re all sick, huh?”

Gus raises his hand to fake a cough– and lowers it again when Henry glares.

“Let me make sure I have this right. Your suspects’ house burns down. Shawn comes in saying you’re all sick, just– out of the blue. His only symptom is a scratchy throat. Then, I hear while working late that Shawn brought in a kidnapper after he was supposed to go home and rest. And now I find all four of you here, in the Psych office, healthy as a horse.”

“That saying makes no sense,” Shawn pipes up, and his voice is also fine. No rasp, no crackling, nothing. “Horses are never healthy, everyone knows this. Plus, you said a singular horse, and there are clearly four– four? … Four! Of us here.””

“Spencer,” Lassiter hisses. Shawn holds up his hand to shut the detective up. It works by inciting sheer indignation at the audacity, something Lassiter is somehow still taken aback by every time.

“Listen, Dad, I can explain. I felt better so I took a private case, and then I called everyone here to go over our case again even though they all wanted to keep resting.”

“And the detectives just… agreed.”

“Lassie’s a workaholic and Jules can’t resist my sweet sweet smile.”

“Shawn.”

“What are you trying to imply anyway, Dad? What, you think I burned their house down? I didn’t even know anything happened until you said it just now!”

“I think you were there. I think these three know something about it.”

“Well, you’re wrong. And apparently, our case is done, so you’re wrong and telling us we won’t get paid. You know, most parents just bring their kids orange juice when they’re home sick.”

“You’re not home sick. You’re in your office, picture of health.”

“Except for the migraine I have now.” Shawn takes off his jacket and wraps it around his head. “Since when do you breathe so loud? You should get that checked.”

“The migraine trick isn’t working today, Shawn. And you two.” Henry points at Juliet and Lassiter, who have started trying to slink out the back way. They both freeze. “I won’t tell The Chief about this, not until I know what the hell my son has dragged you both into, but know I’ll be watching.”

“You don’t have authority over us,” Lassiter scoffs as he turns around.

“You think that’ll stop him? I’m in my mid-thirties, he’s still convinced I can’t visit someone’s house without setting it on fire. He’s not exactly lenient, Lassie.”

“So you were there.”

“... No.”

Henry locks eyes with his son. He looks for any giveaway, any tells– but Shawn has gotten good. His eyes are only a window if that window has been painted over, boarded up, and then put behind a new inner wall. They’re empty– almost dead.

Henry gets a shiver up his spine.

Something in his son’s eyes is wrong.

What the hell happened the other night?

“Have it your way.” He turns, heart beating just a little faster than normal. He’s not afraid. Of anything, especially not of Shawn. For Shawn, sure. He’s afraid for Shawn every single day, waiting for a body bag and a report about his son having run his mouth off to the wrong person this time around. But not of Shawn. Despite all of Henry’s lessons, his son isn’t intimidating. He’s not scary. He’s not dangerous.

… He’s also not so…

Dead-eyed.

He slams the door of his truck closed, and just before he pulls out he could sweat he hears Shawn shout something.

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“AHH!” Shawn grips his hands over his ears as the truck door outside slams shut, the old engine screams to life, and the radio blares as his father pulls away. His hearing had… evened out, for lack of a better term, the night before. After–

His throat is dry again.

Not as bad as last time. But he’s hungry this morning. Maybe because Lassie and Jules came in sometimes last night, and then his dad visited, and he was so close to Gus, and all of their tastes are swirling in the air like the best cocktail he could ever dream of–

He clamps his mouth shut and stops breathing. As freaky as it is to not breathe and be fine, he has to admit it’s useful. It wouldn’t need to be useful if he wasn’t hungry, and he wouldn’t be hungry if he wasn’t a vampire, and if he wasn’t a vampire he would still need to breathe–

Gus taps his arm, giving him a concerned look. Right. Big breakdown last night. Promises he would speak up when he needed help. Lots of crying and opening up while he shoved some information so deep down inside himself it’s probably carved into his bones now.

He clears his throat. “So, uh… about my dad–”

“We know you were just doing what you had to, Shawn,” Jules says softly. “We know your dad wouldn’t be… receptive, to this whole thing.”

“Hell, I’m still wondering if I’m willing to be in on it.”

“Lassie. At this point you could only be out of it if you got amnesia.” Or if Shawn made him forget. Can he do that? If he can make someone calm down, go away, follow him… can he make someone forget something? Or… remember something not real? That’d be pretty useful, actually, if someone ever catches him.

… Catches him doing what? He’s going to get blood from clients, so… nothing bad anymore. It’ll be all above board. Smooth sailing for the rest of eternity lonely eternity–

He sucks in a breath as another wave of longing crashes over him. Smooth whiskey, rich warmth, sweet honey, bitter aftertaste, they all assault him with equal force to the longing as he breathes in. It leaves him dizzy. He falls back onto the couch. He thinks he’s gasping. He should stop. The scents and tastes keep drawing in. His throat is dryer and dryer and hungrier and hungrier–

Slap!

“Carlton!”

“He wasn’t responsive!”

“You can’t just slap him!”

“I know that now, god–!” Shawn stares as Lassie grips his wrist and flaps his hand in pain.

Lassie slapped him. It hurt Lassie. He feels the warmth of Lassie’s hand still lingering on his skin. He doesn’t feel the sting.

“Shawn.” Gus is shaking his shoulder. Shawn blinks. He feels… floaty.

“Shawn, what happened?” Gus shakes him again. “Was that a vision or something?”

“Uh…” Shawn almost takes a breath, but the first taste hits his… not even his tongue. Just hits him. He stops breathing again. “Yeah. Vision.”

“Of what?” Jules is wrapping Lassie’s hand. Did it hurt that bad? “That was intense, Shawn. You just started hyperventilating and staring at nothing.”

“Uh…” Shawn looks around the room for anything to center a fake vision around, but his eyes keep going to pulse points. He swallows. “It was– it was hazy. I couldn’t make it out well, I think– I think it might’ve been a murder. Drowning.”

“Okay, well, we’ll… call you if we get anything?” Jules kneels down, looking up to meet Shawn’s eyes. “Do you… want that?”

“Yes.” The answer jumps out of him without allowing time for a thought.

“Shawn.” That’s Gus’s scolding tone. Where would Shawn be without years of that tone? Probably dead– well, more dead. Less dead? Is he more dead or less dead as a vampire? Probably less. It doesn’t feel like Less.

“Gus–”

“We talked last night about you taking some time to process this.”

“Well, I just had a vision of someone drowning, so clearly the spirit realm disagrees.” Why is he fighting for this? He did agree he needs to spend time processing. It felt like it wasn’t him agreeing. Has he actually done or said anything since this all started? These kinds of questions are why he needs time away. He can’t take time away. He shouldn’t distract himself and never think about the problem. He can’t think about the problem.

“Spencer. Stay out of the station, get a handle on all of this, or I’ll tie you to your bed myself.”

“Oh Lassie. It’s funny how you think that’s a threat.”

“Joke all you want, Spencer. But I mean it. I… don’t want to see you… like them.”

“Like the– … Oh.” The cult. Heartless. Guiltless. Inhuman. “Lassie, man, I won’t… I already said I want you guys to help me not fall into that, right?”

“Yeah. And then you spent a whole day alone because you convinced us to leave.”

“I didn’t mean–”

“Guster, are you feeling up for watching him today?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. If your… vision, turns into something real… we’ll think about calling you.”

Shawn’s not sure if he’s relieved or not.

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Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 14

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, (background) Josh Kiszka x Male O.C.

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: capital “A” Awkward between Sam and Danny again

A/N: Austin’s finally making an official/actual appearance :)

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October 2nd, 2:14 PM

“Alright so Danny shouldn’t be home yet, so you should have a few hours to prepare for whatever you want to say to him.” Josh closes the door behind him, shrugging some of Sam’s bags to the floor noisily.

“Sounds good.” Sam cracks his knuckles nervously, his eyes darting around the apartment. “Oh, and Austin, thanks for picking me up at the airport with Josh.”

“No problem.” He leans in towards Sam with a small smile, dropping his voice so his boyfriend couldn’t hear. “And between me and you, the main reason I came along was ‘cause I was worried y’all’d end up on the wrong side of town. Josh’s been livin’ here for about six years and still gets lost on the subway.”

Just as Sam laughs, he hears a door open on the other side of the apartment, heavy footsteps soon heard heading their way, causing his heart to jump into his throat. With Josh and Austin in his sight, there was only one other person that could be there.

“Hey Josh, didn’t know you were having company-” Danny cuts himself off as he enters the room, his eyes going wide as they land on Sam. “-over.”

“Danny!” Josh slaps a smile on his face to hide his nerves, his voice higher than usual as he walks towards his roommate. “I thought you had a lecture until four.”

“I usually do. Professor’s sick so canceled class.” His tone is flat, barely concealed anger lurking beneath it as he forces his focus on Josh. “Why is he here?”

As Josh tries to find any excuse, Austin comes to his rescue, moving to his side to gently grab his arm. “Hey, darlin’, weren’t you gonna go help me with that… thing.”

“What thing?” Josh’s face twists in confusion before he finally understands, his eyes going wide as he lets Austin begin to pull him towards the door. “Oh right! That thing! We’re uh… gonna go do that.” Before Danny can call them out on their bullshit, they dart out the door, closing it roughly behind them before the lock clicks into place.

Danny turns around without a word, walking back down the hall towards his room and hoping Sam wouldn’t follow. Unfortunately for him, he hears Sam’s remaining bags fall to the ground before quick footsteps echo against the walls behind him. “Danny!”

Nope, nope, I am not doing this right now. I don’t care that he flew in from another state, I refuse to talk to him. I can’t talk to him- He slams his bedroom door behind him before Sam catches up, locking it quickly as he rests his forehead against the wood, his breaths panicked as he tries to keep the tears from his eyes.

“Danny, please. Open the door, I want to talk.”

“I don’t. Go away.” He crosses the room, putting as much distance between him and Sam as he could.

“I’m not leaving.”

Fine. He’ll get bored eventually. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he hears Sam’s back lean against the wood, sliding down to what he assumed to be sitting against his door.

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4:27 PM

He has to be gone; he can’t still be sitting there. Danny gets up from his desk chair, having spent the last two hours with his eyes glued to the faint shadow under the door, praying that it wasn’t caused by Sam. He takes a deep breath before flinging the door open, causing Sam to fall back into his room, flat on his back as he looks up at Danny. “Fine. What the fuck do you want? What was so goddamn important that you had to cross state lines to tell me? Huh? You came here to talk, so fucking do it.”

Although he was wounded by Danny’s tone, he knew he deserved it, scrambling off the ground to come to a stand before him. Danny stares daggers at him, his hand still braced on the door as if he was trying to prevent Sam from entering the room any more.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Danny.” Everything Sam had rehearsed in his mind vanishes as his voice breaks, tears coming to his eyes as he curses himself for crumbling so quickly. “That doesn’t even begin to cover or make up for what I’ve done, what I’ve put you through all these years. I have been such an incredible asshole to you. You’re my best friend, Danny, and I can’t- I can’t lose that, I can’t lose you again.”

“What?” Danny takes a step backwards in his confusion, only for Sam to close the distance between them, his tears trailing down his cheeks as Danny tries to keep his own at bay.

“I should have talked to you after you kissed me years ago instead of running off, I should have told you I loved you then. I shouldn’t have ignored you for years because I was too goddamn afraid of losing you, that only pushed you away even further. I shouldn’t have toyed with your emotions all summer by so openly flirting, I should have just told you how I felt. And I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have chose staying in Frankenmuth where it’s safe over you. I’m so, so sorry. I wish that I was better than I am. I- I’m working on it I swear.”

In his surprise, Danny stays silent, barely registering the tears flowing down his cheeks as he backs himself into the edge of his mattress, sitting down to prevent himself from falling. Once again, Sam closes the distance between them, kneeling in front of Danny and bringing his hands up to hold his. “I don’t know why I am the way I am; I don’t think I’m strong enough to be your man, and I’m just lowering your expectations. But I’m here now, I’m here. And I’m trying, I promise. If- if you still love me, if you don’t hate me, which would be completely reasonable, I’m here now. I know now why I was so scared, why I refused to leave Michigan, but I now know that I need- I need to leave. And I need you, Danny. Tell me to leave and you’ll never see me again, but if you still want this, us, tell me to stay and I will, I won’t push you away again.”

Danny’s mind races at his words, not knowing where to start. “You’d move here? For me?”

“Yes, Danny. I would move across the world for you.”

He shakes his head slightly, beginning to pull his hands away from Sam’s grasp. “I don’t want you to uproot your entire life for me, I don’t want to be your only reason.”

“You aren’t, I swear.” Danny pauses his motions, allowing Sam to keep his hands in his own while he waits for an explanation. “Josh and I talked, and it helped a lot. He helped me realize that my future isn’t in Frankenmuth, that my ‘reasons’ for staying are just excuses. I’ve been afraid of so many things for so long and I refuse to live in fear anymore. I need to get out and I’m going to either way, whether you still want this or not. You may be a large reason for me leaving, but I don’t want you to choose keeping me in your life just because you’re worried I’ll rot in Michigan if you don’t. I need to take control of my own life. I need to do things that will make me happy.”

“Like what?”

“Like this, apologizing. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try to apologize. Wherever I transfer to for school next, I’m changing my major. I’m going to study astronomy, Danny. And I don’t care if it isn’t as ‘safe’ of a choice as business, I don’t care if I need to restart by taking completely different classes, I know I’ll be happy and that’s all that matters.”

Before Sam can try to find his next words to fill the silence, Danny tackles him around the middle in a crushing hug, sending them both to the floor. Danny buries his face into Sam’s neck, feeling his racing pulse beneath his cheek as his tears soak into his thin t-shirt. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, Sammy.” They stay this way for a few moments, each man reveling in the feeling of the other in their arms. Finally, Danny pulls back to look at Sam, his hand coming up to cup his jaw as they sit up. “I’m still really fucking mad at you for what happened, but this is definitely helping. I can’t just forget the years of hurting, but I know that I could have tried to communicate better, and if you’re being completely honest with me, if you’re actually going to try to work on this, I can’t hate you. I could never hate you, Sammy. I love you, always have and I always will.”

A new flood of tears stream down Sam’s face as he closes the distance between their lips, pulling Danny towards himself briskly. His hand tangles in his hair to impossibly deepen their kiss, his other hand finding his thigh as he drinks him up. After a few minutes, he finally pulls away, trying to keep his eyes on Danny’s as they drift down to his lips again. “Does this mean we can be an ‘us’? That I can- that I can call you mine, my boyfriend.”

“Yes, Sammy.” Danny laughs, bringing the pad of his thumb to wipe stray tears from his cheek. “If you’re serious about moving here, trying to communicate better, taking control of your life. If you mean it, I’d be happy to call you mine.”

Excitement and relief flows through Sam as he leans in again, bringing his lips to Danny’s. Once more, they lose themselves in each other for a few minutes, only breaking their kiss when Sam leans back slightly, resting his forehead against Danny’s. “Does this mean I can move in with you? It’ll bring down your rent, I know that shit is expensive here.”

Danny barks out a laugh, his hand still cradling his cheek as he gazes at him with adoration. “Yes, you can move in with me. Have you talked to Josh about that yet? Not that I think he’d have an issue with it.”

“No… as far as he knows, I’m still making my mind up about moving here.” As if he was summoned, the two men hear the front door close quietly down the hall, Josh’s tentative footsteps crossing their front entryway following it.

“Tell him together?” Danny offers.

“Yeah… together.” For the first time in years, Sam felt nothing but hope, his entire body alight with the feeling as he finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel; a new beginning, a new life, excitement for what was to come next. And Sam knew that with Danny at his side, he could be happy like this for the rest of his life.

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A/N: Go listen to 'Ready Now' by Dodie and think of them

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