#all I know is: Travis as a father = me very happy

[whenuwishuponastar]

I just crave protection for my ball of perfection <3

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Homebodies

A little fluff for your TTPD weekend.

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“No I promise, just sit down, I’ll be done in just a minute, mom.” she says firmly in response to her mother asking if she needs any help in the kitchen. Travis just gives Andrea that one look she’s grown to know too well. His eyebrows raised an inch and a smirk on his face that tells the blonde woman he’s got her daughter all figured out.

Leave it to me.

She giggles quietly at Travis, then slowly walks back into the living room to sit down next to Scott. Travis looks at all the different dishes on the counter behind her. The California sun is slowly setting. He should’ve known this morning when she announced that she’ll cook ‘a few Italian primi piatti’ that the ruthless perfectionist lurking inside of his girlfriend would finally make a come back on this Friday. After running around all day, going to the gym, completing her cardio challenge, baking cupcakes for her parents, finishing a work meeting, discussing a music video concept with her team and signing a few new contracts, she of course decided to hit the delicacy shop she loves out here in LA, just to buy all the ingredients she needs for a total of six different Italian dishes that she wants to make for him and her parents tonight. He knows too well by now that whenever Taylor is in this state of mind, there’s no stopping her. If she sets her mind onto something, there’s nothing anyone can say or do to make her loosen up a little. Even if that would involve her actually enjoying this quiet evening with him and her family instead of standing in the kitchen for a solid two hours now, not having had a single conversation with any one of her parents yet.

“What else needs to be done? I can cut veggies? I’m good at cutting stuff.” he tries one last time, steals a carrot stick from her cutting board and starts munching. While stirring the big blue Dutch oven in front of her, she looks back at him for a second, stressed, clearly not amused that he’s eating her uncooked food.

“No, all good. I just need to make sure the risotto won’t thicken too much and once that’s done you guys can sit down and eat the carpaccio before it gets soggy because I need to take the bread out of the oven and quickly scrap together the bruschetta sauce..”

Travis just sighs deeply, takes a step closer towards her. She’s too stressed whipping up the food in front of her to even notice him trying to get closer.

“How about we just let the bruschetta be? We’ve got so much food, babe. It’s just us four. It’s also really late already.”

She shakes her head, not responding to him and he knows that if he pushes her any more now, she might actually get mad at him tonight.

“How about I start cutting some tomatoes for the bruschetta then?” he says with a sigh, finally gave into her obsession with the tomato bread. For a moment she looks up at him, a weak smile on her face. It immediately lights up his entire body.

“That would be great.” she just says, still a bit hesitant and he knows why. She’s not sure if she should be happy that he’s offering to help her, or if she should be worried about the fact that he might cut off his fingers while doing so.

“Sure.” he says, can see the washed and perfectly ripe tomatoes sitting in the drain by the sink right next to her. He grabs one of the tomatoes, holds it up in the air with a question mark on his face.

“Little cubes?”

She nods, a smile on her face.

“Thanks, Trav.” she says then, still busy stirring the risotto in front of her. She doesn’t even notice that he gets closer to her, and fast enough has stolen her cheek a gentle kiss. She giggles all surprised about his gentleness, then feels him lean in again after a second.

“You’re very welcome, crazy.”

Another kiss leaving her cheek. She just giggles, continues stirring her risotto.

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“Taylor, that was absolutely incredible.”

She smiles proudly at her father sitting across from her, takes one last sip from her white wine.

“Thanks so much. So glad you liked it.”

“Honey, it was delicious but you didn’t have to put in all this work just because we’re visiting.” Andrea says, her tone a bit more dunning than Scott’s was before. Taylor just rolls her eyes, a bit annoyed that everyone around her acts like she reinvented the wheel with this Italian dinner. Yes, it was some cooking time to prepare this meal, but she loves hosting and loves being a cook. Her mom should know that better than anyone.

“Tay loves spoiling our guests.” Trav says then, and Taylor looks up at the big man sitting next to her. She starts smiling. Our guests. It was a simple sentence. But it made her feel a certain way. He’s home. This has become his home, too.

“I do. Also, this is Trav’s favorite dish. So..”

“Hey, don’t put this on me now.” He says quickly, jokingly holds up his hands in an innocent gesture that makes the whole table laugh. Taylor can’t help but giggle, too. She playfully hits him in the side.

“I gained fifteen pounds since December, Scott. Fifteen pounds.” he says dramatically to both Andrea and Scott, who amusedly witness the interaction between him and Taylor.

“That’s a good sign, though.” her father laughs, especially because his daughter starts hitting the man’s upper arm some more, looking deeply shocked from him, to her mom and back at Travis again.

“Do not even start blaming me for that. Every time I have food laying around he eats it. That’s not on me.”

Andrea starts laughing, and so does Scott. Travis just rolls his eyes playing pretend, sips one last time on his wine glass before looking at the blonde woman in the black top sitting next to him, giving him a playful side eye. She looks absolutely gorgeous as always, but there’s something in her eyes that gives her away. She’s exhausted. Deeply exhausted and tired, but he knows she won’t ever admit to it.

Without countering her some more, Travis just places his wine glasses in front of him, then wanders with his right hand to her head. He starts gently caressing her hair, wandering down to her neck then, where his thumbs draw some soft and slow circles. He can see her eyes getting smaller and her smile getting softer. His touch helps her let her guard down slowly. But she’s not the only one sitting around this table smiling quietly. Both of her parents witness his gentle gesture silently, a smile on both their faces, unsure if they’ve ever seen their daughter look as loved and taken care of as she does right now.

“You had three hours of sleep last night. How are you even still upright?”

She giggles, his hand now leaving her neck and reaching for her cold left hand.

“Jetlag and being tired is a choice.”

Andrea starts laughing. She knows just as much as Travis that this is the most ridiculous saying her daughter comes up with whenever she’s urged to slow down a little.

“Mhm. Sure.” he just says laughingly, knowing damn well that there’s no arguing with her tonight. Within less than two seconds, she gets up, starts cleaning the dinner table.

“How about you start picking a movie and we do the dishes.” Andrea now takes initiative but before she can even finish her sentence, Taylor shakes her head and makes sure to grab the used plates quicker than her mother can.

“Absolutely not. Trav will go pick a movie with you guys, I’m gonna quickly clean up and feed the cats and join you then.”

“I can feed the cats, babe.” the man who just got up right next to her tries once more but she shakes her head.

“No, please pick a movie with mom and dad.” She asks him with a serious look on her face and he sighs, just shakes his head in disbelief, knowing damn well that he’s got to let her be her obsessive self tonight.

“Alright guys, what do you want to watch?”

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“Why is it so quiet in here…”

“Because we are waiting for you, honey.” Scott says from the living room couch, looking at Taylor who stands in the now clean and shiny kitchen preparing the bowls for her cats.

“No, just start the movie already. I’ll be there in a second.” she says, really doesn’t want them to have to wait any longer. After all, it’s past nine already now. The view onto her little backyard is pitch black, and she knows her parents are still jet lagged, too.

“Absolutely not.” Travis says from the very right couch on which he sits, giving her that look she loves so much. With the remote control in his hand, as comfortable as he can be, he smiles at her, looking right into her eyes somehow even though this massive living room is dividing them.

“You can’t miss the beginning. It’s the most important part of this movie.”

“Alright, alright, give me one second.” she says, places the bowls in front of the three impatient cats waiting for their dinner, and washes her hands with her favorite lavender soap in the big kitchen sink one last time.

“Do you guys have drinks? Do you need any snacks, or ice cream? Trav, do we still have the…”

“We have everything, honey. Now enough with all this madness. Sit down on your ass. Now!” Andrea says in a new tone, which Travis hadn’t experienced before. It makes him smile though. Suddenly, Taylor just nods, turns off the lights in the kitchen and finally, after what felt like an eternity, makes her way up to her family lounging in the living room. Travis smiles at the beauty in front of him, immediately opens his arms for her to sit down next to him.

“Come on, babe. Lay down.” he just mumbles, gets comfortable on the big couch himself, a pillow in his neck, and enjoys to feel Taylor cuddle up to him, becoming the little spoon to be able to face the big flat screen.

“Alright, are we ready?”

“Yes.” Both Scott and Andrea answer annoyed from their seats and it makes Taylor laugh. Travis hits the play button and the movie starts. His right hand securely around Taylor’s small body frame, slowly wandering onto her stomach. She places her hand on top of his, and with his head on the pillow behind him, he leans over to her once, breathing in her incredible smelling hair, and steals her neck one last kiss. She moves a bit more, trying to get comfortable, and he can feel how fast her heart beats. He knew it. She’s been running around all day, not even allowing herself a single moment of rest. She’s rattled up, and her inability to just lay still in his arms is proof enough. Sometimes, he feels like whenever she’s not playing a show she needs to run around all day to compensate for her lack of adrenaline rush. It’s not good for her though. It’s not good to be in a constant state of stress.

The movie has just started and he catches himself every so often just staring at her instead. Her silhouette in the darkness, lid up by nothing but the flickering tv light. She’s the most beautiful person he knows. Not a single ounce of badness about her. It terrifies him sometimes, how deeply he loves her. How pure his feelings really are for her. His thoughts manifest themselves once more as she starts laughing about a scene on tv and he realizes that he was way too distracted to follow the storyline until now.

A few moments later, Travis can finally feel her become more and more still in his arms. Her hand still firmly over his, her thumb drawing the ever same slow circles on the back of his hand. She’s slowly coming down from her day. And half an hour later, he knows she’s fighting sleep. Whilst both of her parents are still awake watching and enjoying the movie he chose, the blonde woman in his arms has grown unusually quiet. It takes another five minutes and he feels her spasm once. She’s fighting sleep when really, she shouldn’t. Travis slowly lets go of her stomach, moves his big hand over her cold and naked upper arm instead. Nothing but the tv light lighting up her sleepy face.

“Baby?”

“Mhm?” she answers in her half sleeping state, of course pretending to be fully awake.

“Can you reach for the blanket next to you?”

She slowly sits up, grabs the blanket and just hands it to him, too tired to fully recognize the fact that she’s freezing in her top, and that she needs the blanket more than he does. She just lays down again, her head this time getting comfortable on his upper arm. He opens up the soft blanket over her, feels Taylor finally giving in. With her eyes half closed and the same tired disoriented look on her face whenever she wakes up at night to go to the bathroom, Taylor turns around, signaling him to open his arms for her some more. She’s now fully turned away from the tv, her sleepy face facing his chest. He protectively wraps the blanket around her cold torso, feels her little hand placed on his chest over his sweater. With her wrapped in his arms, and the blanket, Travis looks down at her closing her eyes, finally allowing herself to fall asleep. He leans down to kiss her forehead once, his arm around her, stroking her back up and down.

“Sorry, I’m just..”

He doesn’t know whether her mumbles are an apology to him or her parents about the fact that she falls asleep twenty minutes into the movie. But he’s having none of it.

“Shh. I’ll tell you later what happened.” he whispers, and she doesn’t even nod. Instead, he can watch her breathing get slower and slower and steadier and steadier. It takes less than a minute and she’s fully asleep in his arms. A little sigh escapes her throat. Her toes between his legs move once. In his arms, she slowly lets go. And Travis can now face the TV again, and actually enjoy the movie knowing that the woman in his arms is finally getting some well deserved rest. But his gentleness doesn’t remain unnoticed. Both Scott and Andrea watch Taylor drift off in his big arms, his left hand securely on her head, his right one around her waist, stroking her back over the blanket up and down every so often. Not one of the two can recall a time, in which they’ve witnessed their daughter more effortlessly safe, feeling loved and able to be herself more than in this moment.

[danicadenniss]

DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 6: Talons Rising To Power

In Trolls Brotherhood AU, when Branch, John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Poppy were captured by Dante Reyes and his hunters and they taking them to the village. Clay remembered his father's sacrifice himself to save him and his family and then his friends Viva, Damian Hubbard, Janis 'Imi'ike, Abby Schmidt, Travis and the other children comfort him, after he blame himself for leaving the forest and even heard John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Branch needs his help. In the prison scene.

The hunters arrived back from the valley, it wasn't the case for our teal trolls and a grayish pink troll. Since their capture, the hunters led them into the village.

Dante Reyes: (evil grin) How's our little prize going back there?

Facing the captors with a glare, Branch finally had the courage to speak up.

Branch: I don't need to answer to some ugly beast! (The hunters gasped) But if I must, I'll tell you one thing you should about my father's sacrifice, 20 years ago, I was a baby, when you take to wherever you taking us.

Arthur Slugworth: Oh, and what's that?

Gerald Prodnose: What? Oh my goodness, we whipped it before he'll sing it to us, just like the children.

Arthur Slugworth: They did what!

Branch: That I won't back down with a fight. I won't give up so easily! But most of all....(He then broke into a song as William Afton whipped him, groaning in pain)

Arthur Slugworth: The music won't work on it for now. Hernan Reyes is very good man, but he got killed by the fires, but Victoria will be here. Why thank you, Doctor?

William Afton: My pleasure, when the children sing in the museum's hall. I see it with my own eyes and two trolls are singing and still in there.

Arthur Slugworth: WHAT! Music? In the museum! How?

Branch suddenly heard a familiar roar and struggled against the ropes to turned his head around. Behind he saw his best friend Sky flying overhead. Seeing the sad face on Sky as he flew closer, Branch knew that his friend was depressed by the hunters. As much as he wanted Sky to help him, Branch knew that Sky might be endangering himself if he tried to free him. Floyd got out and he gave a message from their long lost brother Clay, Poppy urged him to fly away and leave them in roars and howls. Sensing what the brothers wanted, Sky sadly flow off. John Dory see a note from Clay and read it.

John Dory: Dear Older and younger brothers,

I'm worried about Dad's sacrifice and I feel worried about you guys and that the hunters captured you guys, Pastor Chunch want the hunters to stop hunting before he'll kill you guys. I'm sorry for leaving you guys in the forest because of the fire cause explosion in the woods, since Dad died, I miss his funeral, Mom and Grandma are worried about me, since I disappearance along with Viva. My new friends and I are going to save you guys from the hunters. I'll be there to rescue you guys soon.

Sincerely,

Your brother Clay

Spruce: (gasped) Clay?

Floyd: Clay, he's alive!

John Dory: My baby brother is alive! (sobbing)

Dante Reyes: Open the gate!

Once the gate opened, Branch's eyes widened at the area before him. Inside the prison, there were various trolls and people, either chatting and doing manual labors. As the hunters dragged them inside, Branch looked up. He even glared when they closed the gate behind them closing their chances of escape. Branch immediately knew trolls are slaves and they saw them working hard for the aristocrats.

Trolls were meant to be free and happy, not to be mistreated or work as a slave to someone.

Branch: (roared) Stop it! I'm not wild, but my brothers and I perfer to be free. That's how trolls should be. Always have and always should. Especially from the likes of you.

John Dory, Spruce and Floyd: Yeah!

John Dory: Branch, it's Clay, he's alive and he is gonna to us all.

Branch: Clay, is he okay?

Spruce: He is alive and he is going to save us.

The brothers wanted to know about the message from their long lost brother. A mysterious man with a black jumpsuit with arrows and bow loaded on his back. A mysterious woman wearing a sleeveless black jumpsuit with her twin blades on her belt around her waist. The brothers struggled and pulled their arms. Ignacio glared at the teal trolls who glared back in return.

Jennifer Kord running into the prison, as she wearing a black sleeveless jumpsuit with her staff on her back and a navy blue belt around her waist with her sword in her belt. The dogs barking at the trolls, Poppy wiped them out from being killed by the hunters. The hunters laughing wickedly, and they rise to power to hunt down trolls and burn the forest.

Damian and Janis arrived in the prison, he wears a black jumpsuit with his staff on his back and a gray belt around his waist. She wears a black sleeveless jumpsuit with a dark gray belt around her waist, a staff on her back and a black bandana on the top of her head. Black men and a British woman wearing black black jumpsuit with their armors, belts around their waist with their weapons. The Talons Bounty Troll Hunters looking on the sides and saw a white man with a black jumpsuit with black belt around his waist and sliver knuckles and pushed them in the face. A Latino man and a Latina woman wearing black jumpsuit with black belts around their waist with their weapons loaded arrows and bow.

Man with a black jumpsuit: So, Vanessa, what's next?

Vanessa Afton: I can do that for able to make Talons pay for their merchant services.

Noah Diaz running as he wore a black jumpsuit with black belt around his waist and held his bow loaded with arrows at the hunters.

Noah Diaz: Ramsey, Roman, Tej, you're up!

Tej: It's show time! Hit it!

Ramsey set up a bomb on the gate by set up a timer in 60 seconds.

Noah Diaz: Shaw, it's time to strike.

Deckard Shaw: Yes, it's time,

Vanessa slide down to the prison with a rope, she used her crossbow and taught her arrow at the hunter. The insignia burned into their skin will be a permanent reminder of where they had endured even ithey had escape. The brothers are trying to free themselves. They usually branded them on either their backs or chests.

Spruce: (trying untied the ropes) Ow!

Floyd: (struggled and pulled his arms) We have to fight against the hunters like we fought the Purma at our home.

John Dory: I hope Clay will be able to help us out. (An ambitious rogue and con artist named Forge Fitzwilliam speaks to them.)

Forge Fitzwilliam: Silent! (The slave trolls gasped) Every creatures will be marked by flame. The hunters bring the trolls from all the lands. Pop Trolls, Rock Trolls, Techno Trolls, Funk Trolls, Classical Trolls and finally County Trolls, all trolls from all the lands around every nature.

A funk troll: I don't like him and being a slave.

A funk troll: Me too, Cooper!

A rock troll: (growled) How's could you monster!

Dante Reyes: We're not monsters! All of you are!

A rock troll: What the hell are you talking about?

A pastel pink troll: This is going to take forever! (sobbing)

A lavender blue troll: (make snitch and rag clothes for the aristocrats.) There's no way, I will not being marked by a stupid iron from the dumb aristocrats.

Twin pop trolls: (two hunters whipped on their back.) Owie!

Bounty Troll Hunters #12: Get back to work, monsters! Unless you too get another whipped on your back.

A pastel pink troll: Alright!

A lavender blue troll: Please, don't ever hurt us! We'll must clothes for the aristocrats!

Ignacio Carapax come out with a branding iron with the shape of their insignia on the hot end. This was the mark of a slave to the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters and the brothers are next. Branch eyed Ignacio coming to him with the heated iron.

Ignacio Carapax: (Branch gasped, in the vision, Hernan Reyes battle Thorn in the forest, since his father's sacrifice himself to save them from the hunters, Baby Branch crying and wailing, teenage Dante Reyes stabbed him, Thorn groaned, end of the vision, scream) You're going to be a slave now.

The hunters lowered his leafy vest to leave room for him to brand his chest. As he was about to enjoy branding him, Branch struggled and pulled his arms and he branded his chest, until Clay arrived and successfully managed to free his brothers and Poppy cut off the ropes to free her arms and grabs the iron with her hands, while looking at Ignacio Carapax in the eye. Branch almost passed out and panting heavily with his eyes opened wide and he looked down at his chest with insignia mark on it.

Ignacio Carapax: Hey! That's mine! You grayish beast!

Poppy pulled the iron away and branded the iron into the hunter's face.

Ignacio Carapax: NO! MY IRON!

Poppy: (the hunter yelling from the burning pain and while he was distracted, Branch got up, she gave a hunter one blow on the head with the iron, knocking him out cold. The brothers managed to remove the sash from their move and scoffed.)

John Dory and Floyd: Branch!

Spruce: Bro, you okay?

Branch: (groaned) I'm fine, told you we still got plenty of fight in us.

Clay: Nobody messes with me and my brothers!

John Dory, Spruce, Floyd and Branch: Clay!

Clay: You asked for trouble, I'll give you trouble and plenty of it!

The hunters looked up at the gates and its cause explosion at the gates opened, the hunters screaming and they ran into take cover.

Can the brothers will escape from the hunters, and taking Branch to the hospital and healing his wounds?

[eusuntgratie]

Fic Pride Weekend

thank you for the tags @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @bigassbowlingballhead <3

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

this could be a disaster, taynick, rwrb rpf

disaster my slutty slutty baby. there's a lot in here i'm proud of, but the moments nick lets us see how much taylor cares about him are some of my very favorite. it took me way too long to pick a bit from this fic!

“You’re really good, Nick,” Taylor tells him, like he can see all of his insecurities lining themselves up in his head. It zings through his brain and body pleasantly in a way he doesn’t expect. He wants to make a joke, but he swallows it down, and mutters, “thanks,” to the floor at Taylor’s feet. Before he knows what to do, Taylor’s wrapping him up in a hug, tight and warm and perfect. “I’m so glad you’re my Henry,” he murmurs, and Nick thinks he could probably melt into the floor.

give it to me easy, tknp, men's hockey rpf

happy retired pat fic my beloved <3

It’s always been easier with TK. Like he bullied his way into Nolan’s life while he was distracted with proving himself on the team and before Nolan knew what was happening he was letting TK tie his tie and come over when he was laid out with a migraine and telling him how much he hated his fucking head back before he’d talk to anybody.

stetson, firstprince, rwrb

i love this fic so much, and this bit is probably my favorite

“What’s the matter, baby?” Alex asks, voice gone deeper and a little raspy. Henry wants to drown in it. Wants to sink to his knees and get his hands on the denim stretched across Alex’s thighs, wants to choke on his cock, wants Alex to shove him backwards with his boot and fuck him on the floor until he cries.

forgive me, father, sidgeno, men's hockey rpf

this is one of the fics i've most proud of in general. it was a huge departure for me thematically and writing about catholicism was challenging but cathartic, i think. writing sid as a priest was a fuckin trip.

That night, he sinks to his knees and asks the Lord to protect John Francis, to give him the strength to be what the town needs, to guide His people into the light and away from the Devil. He sleeps fitfully, plagued by confusing dreams - strange amalgamations of things he’s seen and tempting imagery sent by the Devil. The dead Deacon, faceless and cold, in the bed Sid now sleeps in. The cross he saw on his way into town, lit up in flames. A beautiful, tempting face with big eyes and a mischievous smile, whispering, “hello, Sidney. I’m glad you’re here.” Visions of the town, sinking down to Hell, calling out to Sid who is powerless to help, chained by his own failings, his sins, his shortcomings.

bruises on both my knees for you, dumotanger, men's hockey rpf

i fucking love these two i should poke at my omegaverse fic for them

Brian’s embarrassingly hard to just be kneeling on a crusty floor with a dick barely in his mouth, but everything about Kris seems to make him want him more.

hold me like i was forgiven, tknp (kinda, more like a tk fic), men's hockey rpf

i love this fic it hurt me so bad to write it it's one of my favorites. this scene made me cry writing it and i still love it so much.

Travis takes in every detail of Rhett’s sweet face, suddenly afraid this is a dream he’ll wake up from. He knows people love their kids, that he loves kids, but watching Rhett’s face smashed up against his chest, drooling into his shirt, he’s overwhelmed by the force of his love for him. “He's beautiful, Karly.” She smiles like she can’t help it. “He really is.” “He looks like me.” Her smile falters a little. “I know.” “I love him,” he says, tears spilling over and onto his face. “I love him so much.” Her voice shakes this time when she answers, “I know. I know you do.”

liar, sidgenotanger, men's hockey rpf

i'd love to write a sequel to this. i love their dynamic in this one!

Kris starts to argue but Zhenya cuts them both off. “Sid. Be good.”

can't help it i want you, sidgenoanna, men's hockey rpf

Sid sighs. He's the captain. And maybe if things were different, he’d have a girlfriend or a wife who would notice and do for Anna what Sid always does for the rookies. But he doesn’t. What he has is a bad habit of fucking around with his alternate captain and a mostly-manageable load of guilt about it.

i am not a woman i'm a god, allison/erica but really nogitsune/erica, teen wolf

i had to get at least one teen wolf fic and one femslash fic in here! this one was fun to write.

The thing that looks like Allison, pretty dimples out of place on the cruel face, is on top of her in an instant, boxing her into the seat where she slept. She hates that she freezes, that not-Allison is bringing out the sad, scared, embarrassed sick girl that she tries to pretend was killed by the bite.

tagging @lostcol @voxofthevoid @jbarneswilson @taste-thewaste @dreamsinthewitchouse

@sheepywritesfics @matriaya @puckingfabulous @oxfordslutphase

[grievedeeply]

hey!! hope you’re doing well and having a good summer so far. I’ve been having travis hackett brainrot lately and was thinking about being travis’ kid. so if you’re comfortable, I think some headcanons for that would be slay 🫣

i was actually hoping someone would request this so i could have the excuse to write it LOL so thank you for sending this in!! i hope you enjoy even if it's a bit short!

gn!reader (familial/platonic)

tags: @alisblackgf @seasidesamir @sera-wonderland @willowroom @blackhoodlea @atlases-atrium | join my taglist!!

tws: angst but nothing too horrible

being travis hackett's child headcanons (the quarry)

first off, he loves you with all of his heart and he tries so hard to be a good father to you. he'll always take care of you and help you through whatever struggles you might be facing

but he will keep the hackett secret for awhile. he doesn't let you stay with the rest family on the days close to the full moon and always makes up excuses or takes you places to make you focus on other things

he doesn't want you getting hurt. he has nightmares about you becoming a werewolf like his brother and his kids and he doesn't want that life for you. he's seen enough of it

of course, he wants to cure his family, but he shows up less on full moons to hunt silas because he has you. he doesn't want to just leave you behind without warning

he'll still go sometimes, but he has to come up with really intricate reasons as to why he'll be gone. it has to be more elaborate as you grow older

he tells you when you're old enough, probably when you're about 13 or 14. you're rightfully very upset that he kept this huge secret from you (after laughing a lot and telling him that he's joking), and you ignore him for days because of it

your dad had kept it from you for so long and you felt heartbroken. as if he didn't trust you with it

he reassures you that he loves and trusts you with everything, even his own life, but he wanted to protect you from it for as long as possible so you could grow up with a life of relative normalcy

you're grateful for his secret keeping after awhile, realizing that if you knew about it your life would've been a lot different than before

travis buys you a lot of gifts. they usually come out of nowhere but he always has a reason to get them. "it reminded me of you" or "i saw you liked this thing so i bought it for you"

he really wants you to have a good life and he tries so hard to make sure you get that. he wants to be someone you can look up to but he worries he's so far from that

he'll teach you everything he knows at some point. he doesn't ever want you getting involved in hunting but he knows you might be in a dangerous situation eventually so it's better to be safe than sorry

it feels like he would be a really distant father during your early childhood. he worries that he won't be good enough for you but he realizes he's the only person you have to take care of you

he makes up for it in a multitude of ways, taking you to your favorite restaurants and making sure he spends more time with you being two of them

he's really protective of you and makes sure you're staying safe at all times. he's afraid of losing you somehow and he does everything in his power to avoid that

if you ever catch feelings for someone expect travis to be watching them like a hawk. he doesn't ever want you dating (you'll aways be a baby in his eyes) but if it's what you want he has to make sure they're worthy of you

he's happy for you, though. he ends up liking your partner but he teases them a lot and it can end with incredibly awkward conversations

he knows that he's not perfect but you seem to love him, and that's all he cares about

[felicitysmoaksx]

Hi everyone! Not much to say here except this chapter is probably the fluffiest yet in this universe. There is a bit of an ambiguous ending with Hank though so you can decide what Sarah does in this scenario. Or at least until I post another chapter because I adore this version of the series so much and when I think it's the last chapter, I get another idea haha. And for all of you wondering where the next chapter of Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming is at, it's coming. I just hit a bit of writer's block. But it's coming. I might also have another version of this series where Sarah was paralyzed from the last down. But I don't know if that's something people would be interested in reading or if it'd be just interesting to me. So leave me an answer in the comments or tell me in my askbox on Tumblr. Song Recs for this chapter: You’re In Love- Taylor Swift, I'll Keep You Safe- Sleeping At Last, At Least- Jessica Baio Happy Reading!

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)

Summary:  Hank says enough is enough and learns about Sarah's new boyfriend while Connor learns something new about Sarah. Which leads to a heart-to-heart between the two.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None that I can see except for a few implicit dangerous scenes and explicit smut

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There was a stilted silence in the air. Sarah bit her bottom lip before she sighed and stood from the table. Making her way into the kitchen, she watched Hank move about the kitchen for a moment. Another month had passed without them talking and her pseudo-father had finally said enough. He had all but summoned her here tonight. (Well he said it was another family dinner. But when she got to the house she learned, it would just be her and Hank.)

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” She asked quietly. When he told her it was just going to be them tonight, Hank had tried to soften the blow by telling her he was making her favorite meal. (And quite possibly it was also a bribe to get her to stay when she realized no one else was coming.) 

Her pseudo-father shook his head, waving her offer away. “I’m almost done. But you could take our drinks to the table.”

Sarah nodded, grabbed the two glasses of tea, and walked them to the dining room table. She sat down and once more there was that silence. A stilted silence that made the curly-haired brunette fidget with nerves. 

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“Hey, Doc!” Stella greeted him enthusiastically with a grin as she turned to hand another customer their drink. Then she turned back to grin at him. “Another day at the office?” 

“Another day,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Manhattan please, Stella.” 

Then Connor noticed Detective Lindsay sitting at a table off to the side with a blonde woman, “And another round for Detective Lindsay and her friend please.” 

“You got it.” 

Erin, who heard her name, smirked at her sister’s boyfriend before she waved him over. She scooted over and he took the seat she had been occupying. “Are you trying to earn some brownie points with me, Dr. Rhodes?” 

 “I want to make a good impression.” Connor shrugged, feigning nonchalance. But maybe there was some truth in the police detective’s words because Erin and Sarah were close. If Erin didn’t like him, it wouldn’t be good for his relationship with Sarah. “I know you and Sarah are very close. But I thought you had a family dinner tonight. At least that’s what Sarah told me.” 

“Hank just told her that. They need to talk and this is Hank’s way of doing that. I didn’t know about his plan till I left the district today.” Sarah’s big sister told him, shaking her head, before she turned to her friend. The blonde was trying to contain laughter.  “Annie, this is Sarah’s new boyfriend who isn’t so new, apparently. Connor, this is Annie. We’ve been friends since we were kids, but you might recognize her as Travis’ mom.” 

A light of reconnection flared in Connor’s blue eyes. “That’s right. Is he doing okay? I know that day was a lot for anyone.”

“Kids are very resilient. Two days later he was fine. Honestly, I was more shaken than he was. It helped that Sarah was there with him. The little danger magnet, though she is, kept him calm and safe. That’s all I could ask for.” 

It was an off-handed comment, by the way Annie said it but it still caught Connor’s attention.

“Danger Magnet?” He repeated and his eyes drifted to stare at Erin. The woman sighed, shaking her head. “Annie,”

“What? Come on Erin. You’ve even said it yourself, it’s like that switch that controls fear flips the other direction with her. Especially when someone else is in danger. Look at last month with Olive.”

Or the month before that with the ED on lockdown.

“Last month? You’re talking about when she got burned?” Connor asked, looking from the police detective to her friend. Erin nodded. “According to Olive, Justin’s wife. Sarah pushed her out of the way just before she could get burned.” 

“And that’s just one example,” Annie said as Stella brought their drinks to their table. With a smile of thanks, their friend/firefighter/bartender left to go tend to other customers. “Go ahead, tell him about that day in the train station.” 

Erin looked like she really didn’t want to and Connor almost told her she didn’t have to, but Annie had already opened the door. Besides that, he was curious. So with a heavy sigh and a large pull of her drink, the detective began her story. 

“Sarah was coming back from a trip to New York. She was looking at medical schools and wasn’t totally sold on Northwestern yet. We were supposed to pick her up at Penn Station. And we were there, but we were also on a case that day too. Antonio Dawson’s son-” Sarah’s sister broke off and the dark-haired surgeon felt his stomach drop and fill with something like dread.

“She heard us talking about a suspect. Saw the guy and Diego Dawson boarding a bus. Next thing we know, we’ve lost her and Voight has a text message from her saying Diego was on a bus.  Then we get the driver on the phone and she is telling us there’s a female cop on her bus. Non-uniformed. But she just flashed her badge. I was the only plain clothes cop there. …Instead of telling us what she thought she saw, Sarah had pickpocketed my badge off of my hip and had gotten on that bus with Antonio's son. Because he was in danger.”

“But it was the anniversary of Camille’s death. We all kind of spiral on that day anyways.” Erin finished the story with a sad sigh. Even Annie’s amused face morphed into one of solemn sadness. 

“I can’t believe that it’s been eight years already,” Annie said softly. Seeing Connor’s confused face, Sarah’s big sister clarified, “Hank’s late wife. Ovarian Cancer.” 

An understanding look passed over the surgeon's face. Sarah had talked about Erin, Justin, Hank, Olive, Erin’s brother: Teddy, and even to some extent Erin’s and Teddy’s mother: Bunny. But she never mentioned Hank having a wife. It made sense though. Justin Voight had to come from somewhere.

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“Erin mentioned that you have a boy these days?” They were almost halfway through their dinner when Hank brought up Connor. Sarah nearly choked mid-bite. Swallowing tightly, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and coughed. 

“Did she?” She continued to cough before she reached for her glass and swallowed the rest of her drink in two gulps. She wondered if Erin telling Hank about Connor was her pseudo-sister’s way of getting the heat off of her and Jay because Sarah didn’t think they found a way to tell Hank about them being a couple yet. 

Her pseudo-father nodded his head, “She said that you’ve been seeing him for a while too. That it was getting serious?” 

“Five months. Give or take a month,” Sarah answered with a deep flush filling her cheeks. Sarah knew it was on its way to being serious, but was five months actually serious? Despite her many attempts to give it back to him, Connor never took his spare key back from her. That key now lived on her key ring while he just got another spare key made for his apartment. He also had a key to her apartment now too even though (She was pleased to report that he fit in her bed. But just barely.) she spent five nights out of the week at his place. 

Hank tilted his head, regarding her with perceptive eyes. “How’d you meet him?”

“At the hospital. He’s a surgeon there. I’ve actually known him for a while at a distance. Since I started at Med for my ED rotation. We didn’t get close until a few months back.” Sarah explained as she pushed some vegetables around her plate. Her pseudo-father clicked his tongue.

“Another person from the hospital,” he murmured slowly. Sarah heard the apprehension in his voice and the brunette frowned. She shook her head, “It’s not like that. He’s not like Joey, Hank. He treats me well. It’s probably my best relationship as an adult.” 

Her pseudo-father was still gazing at her with that critical look. Avoiding his eyes, Sarah scooped some of the food on her plate into her mouth.

“You think you’ll marry him?” The choking and coughing noise? Yeah, that was coming from her.

“What?? No!” she sputtered, still coughing. Then she thought about it and shrugged. Because now the brunette was actually thinking about it.  Feeling a little sheepish because truthfully? Even though her future was blurry with Connor, it seemed to drift a little more into focus each day. (Sarah, what are you saying? You haven’t even said ‘I love you yet.’) 

“I don’t know. It’s still too early to tell.” 

“You know, I knew I’d marry Camille early on.” He told her with that same wan smile. The one she saw before the car exploded. Sarah felt her hand clench around her fork. It wasn’t like Hank to stall. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. Setting the piece of silverware down, the brunette sighed. 

“Why don’t you just tell me why I’m really here, Hank?” The brunette asked him and when he sighed; she continued, “Because you wouldn’t bring me here just to talk about my love life.” 

“I wouldn’t if you would be talking to me at all these days. Take one of my phone calls in the last few months.” Hank said quietly, standing to take the plates to the kitchen. There it was. She followed him to the kitchen. 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Hank said and Sarah remained silent. Just like Hank promised to be with her till the world blew up, they also made a promise to never lie to each other. Even if things were bad. Especially if things were bad. 

“You lied to me.” Her pseudo-father raised an eyebrow at her accusation as well as the tone of her voice. She continued, “Charlie. Him being back not only in the state of Illinois but in Chicago.” 

Hank sighed, “I didn’t lie to you, Sarah. I just didn’t tell you-”

“No,” Sarah’s voice was so cold and crisp; that it could cut through metal. “Don’t you dare try to pull that. An omission is still a lie. You of all people taught me that.”

“Sarah,  It was an investigation.” Hank turned away from her as he turned on the kitchen sink faucet to start the dishes. 

“But what about after the investigation was over? When you arrested him…What was stopping you from telling me then?” Sarah pressed him, her hands clenched into fists. He sighed again and she felt her hands curl in even tighter. 

Hank dried his hands. Then he rested a hand on her shoulder, “Sarah, I know you’re not a kid anymore. You aged out of the system years ago and I know I’m not your guardian anymore ” 

 “But as I’ve always said, you’re my kid. No blood or piece of paper is stopping the fact that you’re my daughter.  So I’m going to try and protect you whenever I can. You’ve taken enough lumps in your life since I’ve met you and  I’m not always going to explain myself and you’re not going to like that. That is okay. You can be mad at me all you want or need to. But never forget that I love you. That I do these things because I love you.” 

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“Sarah? You here?” Connor called out, dropping his messenger bag by the door and his keys on the kitchen counter. The television was on when he unlocked his front door and the backlights in his kitchen were on, but the lights in the living room were off. Sarah usually did that because she liked the dim lighting with the glow the city lights cast into his apartment. 

Connor saw her hand shoot up from the couch before he heard Sarah’s soft moan. It sounded like she had been asleep. With a small smile, he made his way over to her. When he saw his girlfriend bundled up, he chuckled a little. “The bed would probably be more comfortable.”

“Didn’t seem late enough to go to bed yet. Plus I was trying to wait up for you. By the way, I brought you some leftovers if you’re hungry. They’re in the fridge.” She yawned as she started to sit up. The dark-haired man felt himself soften. It almost took his mind off of the story Erin had told him earlier. Almost.

“Thanks. But Maggie forced me to take a late lunch break so I’m not that hungry.” He mumbled quietly as he bent down and cupped her face to press a quick kiss to her lips. Then he slipped an arm under her legs and wrapped the other around her waist before he lifted her into the air. 

“Connor, I can walk.” Sarah protested even though she nuzzled her head into his neck and her arms looped around his neck. 

“Sarah, I can carry you,” Connor mimicked her tone, stopping by the door. “Lock the door for me, baby? My hands are kind of tied up.” 

“Whose fault is that?” Sarah teased him as a yawn left her mouth, but she flipped both locks on the door. In response to her teasing, he kissed her forehead. He lingered. 

“Are you okay?” She asked, narrowing her brown orbs at him. Though her sleepy haze clouded her gaze and made her pointed look miss its mark. 

No, with what he was told tonight Connor he was very much not okay because his girlfriend seemed to have a knack for running headfirst into danger...and he had no bubble wrap large enough to wrap around her frame. He moved to the bedroom. “Fine. Just tired. Why do you ask?” 

“You kissed me on the forehead and lingered. You only do that when I’m sick, hurt or something is bugging you. And I’m not sick or hurt. So that leaves the third option.” She told him, rubbing her eyes as she was set on his bed. 

“You did laundry?” Connor asked when he saw the basket of laundry. The curly-haired brunette nodded falling back on the bed. “After my dinner, I needed something to do and I noticed your scrubs were dirty. I also changed the sheets on the bed since you said the other day, you had been meaning to do it. But the dirty ones are washed and in the dryer.” 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Connor told her before he walked the basket to the bathroom so he could fold it tomorrow. He didn’t always use the closet in the bathroom, but he had shuffled things around so Sarah had space for her stuff too. 

“Connor, I spend five nights out of the week here. Sometimes more than that and you do my laundry when I leave stuff here. I can help out. Besides, I needed something to do. My dinner with Hank was something. And it was just Hank and I, by the way, he lied about Erin and Justin being there.” 

“I know. I ran into your sister and her friend Annie, at Molly’s earlier. Erin told me what was going on.” He called as he walked back to her. “Her and Annie had some interesting stories about you. They told me you’re a danger magnet.” 

His blue eyes trailed after her as he leaned against the bathroom door frame, facing into his bedroom. He watched as she tumbled out of his bed and then pulled one of his long-sleeved t-shirts out of the dresser, before she swapped the one she had on her body for it.  It fell to the middle of her thighs.“Had a few stories to prove it too.”

“What do you want me to say here, Connor?” She yawned while he prowled more into the room, shucking his jeans and shirt. “If I see someone I care about in danger, and I have the power to get them out of it then of course I’m going to take the chance.”

Scoffing, he pulled her into his arms, dropping his forehead to hers. “Even if it means at the expense of you?” 

His brunette beauty avoided looking in his eyes while she shrugged. A growl left Connor’s mouth while he tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were sad while his were filled with a fiery anger. “You can’t jump in and save everyone, Sarah. It’s just not possible.”

History was repeating itself because he said those exact words to her two years earlier. 

“I might not be able to save everyone but watch me try either way.” She responded in an almost petulant tone of voice. Connor released another growl of frustration and moved his knee in between her legs as he lifted her up to sit on the bed. His stubborn stubborn girlfriend.

“But what about the people that care about you? What happens to them when something happens to you? Your dad, sister, and brother? Your friends?” Me? He left himself out of the question, but from the way her brown eyes softened, she heard the unspoken word. 

She was back to not meeting Connor’s gaze as she admitted quietly, “I’m expendable, Connor.”

“What the hell-”

“There was a time that I didn’t think I’d make it to see my sixteenth birthday. I was nine the first time that thought entered my mind. And I know how fucked up that sounds. I knew it was fucked up then. And I don’t know. Maybe, even though I know I made it past that birthday and I’m healthy. Nothing short of a freak accident happening right now.  Part of me-the unconscious part of me that is still that scared kid, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get rid of her and she still thinks she is living on borrowed time.”

Dread filled his stomach because if this was truly the way she thought about herself…Her brown orbs turned glassy as tears gathered in her eyes. “I know that sounds awful. But if I’m going to die…I want my death to mean something.”

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No words seemed to be able to convey what he wanted to say. How he wanted to shake her and make her see reason. She wasn’t expendable; she never would be. At least not to her family or to him. So Connor crushed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss as he brought her body closer. No room was left between them. His tongue fighting with hers. The brunette beauty in his arms whimpered, cupping his face in her small hands. She scooted back a little so her legs could wrap around his waist. Connor crawled after her. With a gasp, Sarah pulled away with her lips feeling a little swollen from Connor’s kiss. 

“Connor,” she moaned when he angled his head so he could press open-mouthed kisses to her neck. “Connor,” 

Hands seemed to trace down her body. Everywhere she felt branded by his handprints as they pressed softly into her skin. Her back arched as those hands slipped under her shirt. Connor rasped against her skin, “Arms up, baby. I want you naked right now.” 

Sarah giggled and did as she was told. As the shirt left her body she said playfully, “But I’ll be cold.”

“That’s why you have me,” he growled when she bucked against him. The shirt fell to the floor. Then settling his hips against hers, he pressed his lips to her jaw as he reached behind her to undo her bra. The cool air made her nipples harden as he threw the garment on the floor. Connor’s ocean-blue eyes darkened at the sight. It made Sarah grin. 

She had a set of lingerie she had bought months back in a spur-of-the-moment buy with the man on top of her in mind because it was in his favorite color and accented her cleavage especially, very nicely. But she hadn’t had the confidence to wear it because when she bought the underwear set, she wasn’t sure if buying lingerie for a guy she just sleeping with was socially acceptable. She hadn’t worn the set in the last two months because she worried she would be uncomfortable with the laces in the back agitating her healing burns.

She whined when he wouldn’t let her buck against him. “Connor! Don’t tease. Just fuck me,”

“No,” his voice was a low rumble in her ear. He pressed a kiss there too. “I’m not fucking you tonight.” 

“What? Conn-” she started and was cut off by her boyfriend’s lip capturing hers. She moaned and he swallowed the sound. Her hands drifted to his hair. Now it was her boyfriend who pulled away first. Another whine left Sarah’s mouth. 

“Patience baby.” He murmured against her skin before he leaned up a little. She watched through hooded eyes as he trailed a hand down her stomach. Then it disappeared from view and she felt his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her boyshorts. She jumped a little at the sensation at first before she settled, spreading her legs wider for him. “Ohhh,”

“Already wet and I haven’t really done anything.” He mumbled licking a path up her stomach to her breast with the tip of his tongue. She couldn’t even find it in herself to feel embarrassed. 

“My body knows you.” She mewled the words as an explanation as Connor teased her nipple again by swirling the tip of his tongue around it. “Please, Connor!”

“You need to be wetter for what I have planned though.” He rasped and that voice. That voice and the way he spoke in bed alone could have her dripping in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t like she didn’t have her own tricks up her sleeve too. 

“And what-Oh!” She was interrupted by him sucking her nipple into his mouth. After sucking on it briefly, he released it with a wet pop. Then she was crying out as he sucked a biting mark just underneath where he had been moments earlier. It added to the collection of love bites she already had. The words that fell out of her mouth were a mere pant and unintelligible, but she finally managed to calm down enough to purr, “And what do you have planned, Dr. Rhodes?” 

“Fuck,” Her boyfriend moaned against her skin. But with the way Connor’s body was pressed against hers, Sarah could feel how much her words affected him without the verbal noise. She grinned as he kissed a path back up to her lips. Another bruising kiss was pressed to her already swollen lips. 

Her hands drifted back to his inky black hair and she tugged on the strands. He pulled away from her lips to tug at her ear lobe with his teeth before he whispered, “I plan on making love to you slowly and thoroughly. I want you wet enough that we can hear it as my cock enters and leaves you. Over and over again.” 

Her teeth sunk into his shoulder a moment later to muffle the loud moan that left her mouth. It wasn’t often that Connor talked dirty like that to her. It was only broken out on special occasions. And she knew from reading romance novel after romance novel in college, that this dirty talk was milder than most. But it excited the curly-haired brunette in just the right way. 

He moaned before he leaned over and took a condom out of his nightstand. Then he removed both of their undergarments still remaining and rolled it on himself. He situated himself against her center.

“Expendable was the word you used baby?” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to her jaw. With her eyes widened, she nodded mutely. Humming Connor instructed her to wrap her arms around his neck, “I want to feel you, Sarah…That’s my girl. Because that’s what you are. Mine. My girl.” 

With those words, he thrust into her shallowly. They both moaned. 

In and out. In a slow steady pace. It was almost like he was teasing her but more intense. They could hear the squelching as well as the slap of their skins. But that wasn’t what filled Sarah’s ears until she and her lover both came; it was the possessive word Connor kept repeating like a mantra. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...” 

“Yours,” Sarah echoed as she reached her high. Nails clawing into his back. Choking out another moan, “Yours.” 

 Connor fell into that pleasurable high a moment later with a throaty groan.

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Afterward, when Connor had cleaned her up (Because he wouldn’t let her do it herself.) and put cream over the burns on her back, (Okay, that’s because she couldn’t reach her burns herself.) and put his shirt back on her, (“I undressed you, baby. A gentleman always takes care of their woman.”)  they settled against each other in bed. Sarah nuzzled her face into his fuzzy chest. 

“Not that I’m in any way complaining, but what was that?” She whispered, peering up at him from her place on his chest. A worn-out smile on her lips. The arm around her waist tightened as he used his other hand card through her curls. 

“Run head first into danger all you want to. I’m not deluded enough to think I could change that about you. Even if it makes me want to shake some sense into you, I don’t think I want to change that about you.” He started softly, “But you are not expendable baby. You have people that care about you.” 

He paused to cup her jaw so she was looking at him, “I care about you, Sarah. I love you.” 

Their blurry future just got starkly more in focus with those three little words. (She didn’t fail to see the irony that she had just thought about those words just earlier this evening.)  It was a scary feeling to realize that they weren’t just on their way to serious anymore. They were right smack dab in the middle of serious. But the more Sarah thought about it, the more she realized…

“I love you too.” She whispered back, pressing a kiss to the hand holding her chin. Because truthfully, Connor’s warm embrace had become a place of safety for her. His warm citrus scent filled her with similar security to what she felt at home. Connor had become home for her. Despite all of the denying she did and attempts to keep herself from getting too attached to him, that’s why she asked Maggie to get him the night she got burned. She pecked his lips, urging him quietly with a bright grin. “Say it again.” 

“I love you, baby.” His tone was soft and muted. His smile was gentle as he brushed her curls back and traced a finger down her cheek. Another kiss on his lips was his reward, “I love you too.”

[lsdunesarchive]

Past Lives album notes, by Anthony Green - Apple Music

(video credit)

When Thursday drummer Tucker Rule sent Circa Survive and Saosin vocalist Anthony Green some songs to check out during COVID lockdown, the singer wasn’t aware that he was being recruited for an emo supergroup. “When the pandemic hit, every band out there was trying to figure out how to stay alive,” Green tells Apple Music. “I was freaking out, so I was trying to stay busy. Tucker said he had a project with a couple friends and asked me to sing on it. The songs were really good, so I went for it.”

It wasn’t until after Green had recorded vocals for a few songs that Rule revealed the rest of the band’s lineup: My Chemical Romance guitarist Frank Iero, Coheed and Cambria guitarist Travis Stever and Thursday bassist Tim Payne. “I’m glad he didn’t tell me,” Green says. “I would’ve felt so much more pressure.” Below, the singer details each track on L.S. Dunes’ debut. 

2022

“It’s definitely one of the most personal songs I’ve ever written. I guess all the songs are personal, but the heaviness of that song is about wondering if I would’ve been better off dead than alive. I know a lot of people go through that—it’s not just me—but it’s a hard song for me to play because it makes me feel all the feelings I had when I wrote it. All that insecurity and all that fucking heaviness comes back. If I could not play it, I would, but the band really loves that song.” 

Antibodies

“That was one of the first songs I put vocals to for Dunes. It was at the beginning of quarantine, everyone was isolated and there was a rift between people who were like, ‘I’ll do whatever I can to try to make this thing less brutal on people with compromised immune systems and people that are more susceptible to getting bad COVID’ and people who were like, ‘I don’t give a shit, and I don’t think it’s that bad.’ So, the song comes from feeling isolated and trying to get my head around the idea that some people didn’t give a shit if someone’s grandma or father or mother was gonna die.” 

Grey Veins

“I’ve been in a lot of projects with a lot of people, and when I sat down to write this song, I was thinking a lot about whether or not I was doing too much. Sometimes I wonder, ‘Am I going to make people sick of me? Am I doing too many things?’ I kind of answered that question with this song being like, ‘Fuck, no’. I’m just going to fucking play and make as much music as I can here, and I don’t have to explain it to anybody or to live up to anybody else’s standards. I just need to do what makes me happy and to do it as fearlessly as I possibly can.” 

Like Forever

“I’ve been going through addiction stuff my entire life. As you get older and the more you work on it, you get a little time clean and then something happens, and you relapse. That’s not part of everybody’s story, but it was part of my journey—and man, it sucks. Having to explain it to somebody, having to deal with the hurt and confusion you cause other people when you relapse…maybe some people don’t want to talk to you after that. They don’t want to be in your life because they don’t want to deal with the stress of loving you. This song deals with that shame and trying to figure out how to get back on a healthy path.”

Blender

“This song is so stoney and heavy. Lyrically, it has to do with my mental health issues and being bipolar. It’s funny because the song is bipolar in and of itself because the verses are very low, and then the choruses are at the very top of my range. It’s not an accident that it goes from one extreme to the other. It very much symbolises the theme of the song, which is me wrestling and coming to grips with the nature of my mood swings, my personality and my fears.”

Past Lives

“This song was inspired by the statues of Confederate soldiers and Christopher Columbus coming down, and the idea of history writing itself rather than going down this lane of total bullshit. Being able to change the narrative in schools so that people are learning the truth about the foundation of this country and the violence at the core of it. It should be taught in school that we massacred people and decimated cultures. I have to deal with parents in my kids' school who think that it’s bad to teach kids about slavery. It’s wild that people don’t want to teach the truth about something.”

It Takes Time

“I wrote this song about Frank. He was in an accident and really fucked up his wrist and hand, and he had to get surgery during the recording of the album. We had to take a big break from sharing music because he couldn’t play guitar. I don’t think he knew if he was ever going to be able to play again. So, I was thinking about him and his relationship with his instrument. The song opens up with, ‘Hello? I’m not sure if you remember, we connected a long time ago.’ That’s him talking to his guitar and his muse. I don’t always write a song for someone else from their perspective, but I did that with this.”

Bombsquad

“This is another one that came up around politics during COVID. I was thinking about how people were lying through their teeth about stuff just to save face—just making shit up, essentially. And the ability that some people had to just detach from reality and pretend that their shithead president was actually helping. It has a lot to do with QAnon and some of the people in my life that were falling for that shit.” 

Grifter

“This is one of my favourites. I wrote this song about trying to start over. With each of these projects that I’m doing, I’m digging and I’m trying to find something. Music is a religion to me, and I think that ‘Grifter’ is questioning whether I’ve made it into a religion in a way that’s unhealthy. I centre everything around music and rely on it a lot, and it’s turned into something I worship. I’m sort of questioning whether or not that’s a healthy thing.”

Permanent Rebellion

“This is another song that’s 100 per cent about trying to drop the baggage of our old bands and trying to do something a little bit different with different people.”

Sleep Cult

“I did an interview where I talked a little bit about suicide, and then I realised that my kids were going to see that. There’re things that I’m realising my kids are going to see and hear, and I want to jump in front of it and go to them and explain myself and really let them know me, so they don’t ever see or hear anything where they’re like, ‘Oh shit, this is really heavy.’ I just want to make sure I’m creating an environment for them where they know me and they can talk to me about anything they need, so they don’t ever feel like they’re alone in this world.”

[docholligay]

Episode 4: Nat

Hello! This is about up to Episode 4 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 4 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the fourth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just fucking block the tag

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So I’ve had some concerns about Nat, narrative and character wise, from the beginning, because she is primed for what I like to call ‘that cool girl shit,’ that disaffected, ‘real’ Daria-ass bullshit that was so popular for so long and poisoned the fucking well of any character who was slightly acerbic, for me.

I have A LOT more faith that this show is not going to do that, or at the very least, it’s going to say, “Yeah that’s exactly what Nat is going for, unfortunately she’s pathetic and wet and full of shit” which is a stance I support and cheer.

That being said, when we opened the show with Nat seeing her dead father and I knew we were going to see her tragic anime backstory, I had one (1) (yuri) fear. Luckily, I feel personally like we managed to avoid that. Let’s discuss.

First of all, I know I’m making a lot out of this, but I do think it’s basically the same thing that keeps coming up (And is going to be even more prominent with Shauna) that these bitches never grew up and left the woods. Nat is that as well, as we see her literally inhabit the past in a clever scene switch from present to past, watching her own younger self go by her in the hallway. It is as real to her as if it were happening right that instant.

We’re opening a line here, I think, to point out that Nat sometimes thinks of herself as responsible when she’s not. In what she thinks will be her final moments, she sees her father, feels blamed for his death, and to at least some extent she must believe that’s true, or she wouldn’t see him. It’s that old “first you must find someone who can be made to feel inferior”: If Nat truly, in her heart of hearts, did not feel at all responsible for his death, she wouldn’t be imagining that, in the moment. Of course, she is not responsible, and I knew that FROM the word go, not to count on my own cleverness, but I think the show was perfectly happy with you realizing that early. All it is trying to show with this is:

A) Nat talks a real tough game, but most of her badass moments are accidental or impulse. She’s not nearly as tough as even she thinks she is, she’s basically some stupid baby owl making herself puff up and hissing. Nat’s sitting in some stupid bar like, “My Dad screamed at me for years, and one day he ended up shot during an argument...accident. Shame.” And she takes a swig of her whiskey and shes’ told you the truth, but she’s told you the truth in a very particular way that leads you to a lie.

B) Nat does on some level believe that bad accidents or happenings that are AROUND her are ABOUT her. I am team “travis killed himself” even though I have some suspicions that the show is going to make it into a thing (more on this later) but even if he did, Nat would continue to say he didn’t, I assume for some stupid reason like “we promised’ or something, and of course it has to be ABOUT Nat.

We can’t talk about Nat without talking about Travis. 

I am not INTO Travis, I do not LIKE Travis nor cheer him, but I think it’s easy for me not to hate him, because the show looks at me, not liking Travis, nor thinking he needs a hug or whatever the fuck ever, and is like, ‘That’s a valid perspective!” which does so much to help me appreciate an unlikable character.

And I love how he makes Nat unlikable. The way she boldly manipulates Kevyn’s kindness, going so far as to go back to her old house to find the mix, in order to show him that she had it and bring up all those old feelings in him--this is not a spontaneous moment where she was accidentally a little bit of a shit. This was as calculated as her perfect shot in the forest. Ready aim fire, that is absolutely what she was doing and Kevyn got fucking baited like a deer. “I can’t stop thinking about Travis” oh my god, like, we all know Misty is out of her fucking mind and that’s great, but Nat, also, is a complete mess, and also, an asshole, because unlike Misty, I am 10000% sure that Nat knows what she’s doing is not okay. Misty I go back and forth on, she’s wild, but NAT knows. 

Anyway, from the time she put her hands all over a dead body, cut off a finger, because she had the stomach for it, because she is more of a born CREATURE than Travis could ever be, Travis has been motivating her, in one way or another, not in ways I think he’s cognizant of, and in ways I know she doesn’tr understand, toward her worst impulses. 

Maybe with Travis by her side, she could have been the one who shot him. She sure does with the deer.

[y0urlittl3ang3l]

More MCD headcanons✨

Honest to god I think Laurance would wear makeup for the fun of it AND because he's watched Cadenza use it basically his whole life, so not only would he be super good with technique's he'd also know exactly what compliments him and would look amazing afterwards

He's definitely asked Garroth to help him test the lipstick each time he got a new one from Cadenza, Garroth would always come back with lots of lipstick marks on his face and collarbone, Laurance likes how flustered Garroth gets

Garroth always agrees and the other guards question him about it, Garroth's excuse is 'Just helping' but the other guards know what's up

Garroth once said, in front of every guard, that he was 'So down for a quickie right now' during breakfast. Everyone expressed their surprise in multiple ways and then Laurance finally said 'What.?' And Garroth replied with 'You know, those little breakfast tart things..what did you think I meant?' Each guard let out a sigh of relief before Jeffory said 'Do you mean a quiche, Garroth?'

Garroth kinda dumb like that, lmao

No matter how much Garroth denies it he still has the stuffed wyvern his mother gave him during his younger years and he keeps it on his bed, it's name is Sapphire

Garroth cuddles it when he misses his mother

Laurance is a dog person, he kinda got sick of all the meowing from the crazy cat lady's island and he's saved dozens of cars from drowning and he kinda just wants to never see another cat for years.

Garroth is obviously a wyvern person, but if he had to choose between a wolf/dog or a cat..he'd choose a wolf/dog

Am I projecting my dog loving self onto them? Maybe I am, so what?

Garroth had Blonde ears and tail as a Meif'wa, not blue or cyan. Blonde.

One time Travis had asked what gay meant and Jeffory responded with a joking 'happy'. What they hadn't expected was for Travis to respond to Garroth saying 'I got a new suit of armor from Katelyn' with 'I'm so gay for you, Garroth!'

Laurance and Dante were on the floor laughing while Jeffory was just standing along with Garroth confused as ever

Garroth had a talk with Travis after that, Travis then learned that Gay meant two things.

Laurance and Garroth have little arguments here and there and one very memorable one for the other guards was: 'You suck.' 'And you swallow, from what I remember you like that' 'Fuck you, Asshole.' 'I thought you liked doing that too.'

Zane and Garroth were actually very close to each other when they were young, and they helped each other in different ways. Zane told Garroth about his arranged marriage with Nicole and Garroth warned Zane about his arranged marriage with another lady.

Zane is a little protective of Garroth in a way, yeah sure he was pissed about Garroth running away, but he also understood why he did it. But his father kept pushing the 'Garroth abandoned us' bullshit down his throat every day of his life after it happened and then he began to become resentful of Garroth. But if anything had happened to Garroth I'm positive that he'd go fucking ballistic, like bat shit fucking crazy angry. And he'd try to convince himself it's because he wanted to inflict that pain upon him for leaving him but it's really not.

Garroth's favorite flowers are red chrysanthemums, Spring Crocuses, daisies, Forget-me-nots, Gardenias, Gladiolus, Pink Roses and Zinnias

A flower that reminds Garroth of Laurance is Magnolias as they symbolize love of nature and nobility and Morning glories for the affection they have for each other

A flower that reminds Garroth of Jeffory are bluebells as they symbolize Humility and Coreopsis for Jeffory's endless cheerfulness

A flower that reminds Garroth of Dante is gladioluses as a reminder to his strength for stepping up to be lord for 7 long years after the old one passed as well as his honesty

Dante does not take any bullshit from anyone, and I mean anyone. He will always snap back or argue with how he sees it

If there's one person knows how calm down Laurance, it's Garroth, and it's always so adorable when he does

It's kisses, Garroth calms Laurance down with kisses

Garroth can't flirt, he just can't do it, well at least when he's trying. Without thinking he can say some of the most flirty shit.

One time Garroth mindlessly flirted with Jeffory and then when said guard flirted back..he froze up

Jeffory still teases him about it

Katelyn and Jeffory had a son and they named him Ares Garrett Hart. Then they had Abbey a few years later

Laurance knows how much Garroth likes flowers and how well Garroth knows the symbolism of flowers, so he leaves Garroth red and pink roses sometimes to tell him that he loves him and is so happy to be in his life.

It makes Garroth very happy when he finds them :)

Garroth likes to do things for people to show them he cares for them and loves them, so when he wants the other guards to know he loves them he'll make dinner with the things he knows everyone loves and he'll give more breaks and he'll be more affectionate

Jeffory learned how to make flower crowns from Garroth, now he makes Garroth flower crowns from his favorite flowers and gives them to him

Dante is the only guard who uses dual swords, attempted to teach the others but he ultimately failed

As we've established Garroth isn't that great with swords..so how does he always win?? Answer: Brute fucking strength.

Zane has a redemption arc where he breaks free from his father's manipulation and goes to the good side, definitely has an emotional moment with Garroth

Garroth has a fairly muscular body, but he also has a defined waist and it drives Laurance fucking insane.

Garroth has had to cut the sleeves off of a few of his shirts since they were too tight around his biceps so every once in a while during summer he has a sleeveless shirt on

Many men and women love summer because of Garroth

Garroth's thighs. GARROTH'S THIGHS-

Thick. Fucking kill me now holy shit

One time Laurance said nothing makes him blush anymore and then..Garroth had told him how much he respected him and his strength and Laurance went fucking red and started stuttering and shit

Garroth unconsciously rests his hands on stuff and on more than one occasion he has rested his hand on another guards waist or something

Garroth likes the water a lot, and sometimes he likes to just sit by the seashore and watch the waves

Katelyn and Laurance do the most random shit together, one time they had spontaneously decided 'hey we should totally go do some dangerous shit that our boyfriends would definitely freak out over!'

Garroth and Jeffory did in fact freak out, but what's a man supposed to do when your significant other comes back covered in ash and feathers

Lesson for them was do not attach fireworks to chickens..it's not fun.

Garroth yelled at them for a full ass hour about how dangerous that was, they stopped doing stupid shit for a month after that, but then they continued again

Garroth swears he'll get gray hairs by 35 because of chaotic dumbassery he's surrounded by.

Garroth is a very good swimmer and during summer when he has the time he'll take Levin and Malachi with him to the beach and teach Malachi how to swim while Laurance carry's Levin in his arm in the shallower part of the water

They collect seashells together and Katelyn makes little necklaces out of them for Levin and Malachi cause they bring them to her

Garroth likes going to the hot springs by himself now, ever since the experience of going with the other guys he's decided he's never inviting them again

But let's be honest Laurance follows him and watches him anyway.

After the timeskip Dante began to notice what everyone else saw about Garroth and how handsome he was, he began to panic, bi panic

The first time Garroth gave Travis a flower crown the warlock almost cried.

Aphmau had invited Garroth out to the hot springs with her and the other girls, it confused Garroth but he hesitantly said sure anyway.

The other girls had fun asking him questions and stuff, it was pretty nice over all, best part was not everyone seemed to be focused on his chest.

Garroth enjoyed it very much

At one point Lucinda had accidentally turned Laurance into a girl

Garroth then refused to have sex with Laurance until he got changed back, worried about the..consequences..of the activity

Laurance then had the time of his life whispering dirty shit in Garroth's ear and touching him constantly, just trying to get him to break

Garroth was constantly shouting 'Laurance! That is very inappropriate!'

When Laurance got turned back Garroth was still mad about the constant teasing from Laurance, so he refused to have sex for a whole 2 weeks.

The worst two weeks of their lives, they both were crabby as hell

Dante pleaded for the both of them to just fuck the hell out each other already before they both killed someone

After that they were both much calmer and a lot friendlier, aka the power of sex

Now that I think about it..if you added Lucinda to the Laurlyn duo..it'd be even more chaotic

When Laurance goes into Irene mode it's like a mix between his SK form along with the angelic Irene. He has angel wings as well

On god Kawaii~Chan goes absolutely feral for some good Garroth x Laurance content

[jackiequick]

I see a future with you in it ~ Bradley Bradshaw Fic 💗

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jenny “JenPen” Mitchell

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Jenny Mitchell, Carol Bradshaw, Amber Kazansky, Pete Mitchell and other supporting characters

Setting: Flashback to their first Valentine’s Day together during High School

Fic Length: Short length, kinda like a blurb

Summary: Sometimes your first Valentine’s Days can lead to you talking about your future

->

The Bradshaw household was buzzing with music very morning but on a day like today, it was buzzing with love songs. Carol was baking pancakes another round of pancakes with extra strawberries on top while Bradley packed up his backpack as he stuffed some breakfast fruits into his mouth, searching for his earbuds. Until finally he found them in his other pants. It’s cause his mother to roll her eyes and say, “Bradley! Slow down, your not on a racetrack to the finish line, it’s just a normal school day. You’re gonna be fine!”

Bradley rolled his eye back at her with a look that was clearly his father’s goofy lovesick grin as he replied, “Mom! It’s not just any school day, it’s Valentine’s Day! JenPen is gonna be there and I’mma surprise her.”

“Jenny is just like any other girl, aside from having her father’s cheeky grin and sometimes impulsive behavior, you can get her anything and she will be happy. She will be overjoyed with whatever i buy her, it can be a simple bouquet of flowers and she will love it!”

“Mom she’s my girlfriend now! I won the grand prize and I’mma surprised her.”

“I swear your gonna go overboard and cause a huge scene like your father did in college during our first Valentine’s Day!”

“I won’t go overboard! I’m just gonna buy her a few things. Gotta go! Love you! Bye!”

Without a second to spare and another word from Carol, Bradley kisses his mother’s cheek, picked up his cowboy hat and drove downtown in his car heading to every store he could find, accidentally passing a few stop lights, until he found exactly what he was searching for. Even grabbing his friends along the way to the mall and any other store. Finally he found the gifts! He grabbed his paid items from the stores and headed off to school singing with his pals loudly.

—

Jenny was already bright and early at her locker fixing up her makeup. Today for Valentine’s Day, she decided to wear a cute but very comfy outfit. A white sweater with a pink tank top underneath, a nice length velvet reddish skirt and paired with a set of black low tops sneakers. To her was lifted in a ponytail with baby hairs threatening to stick out but it gave off a cute messy hairstyle vibe. It was finally her first actual romantic day with Rooster, especially after last year’s accidental Valentine’s Day confession between the pair at her house, after all those years of pinning and conflicted emotions those two lovebirds finally made it official.

“Hey girl!” Yelled out one of her friends, Trixie, bringing her out of her thoughts, “You look cute, where’s Kazansky at?”

“She decided to skip first period today, if she can possibly the rest of the day. Especially after that idiot football player, Travis dumped her for that random cheerleader, Giselle!” Jenny explain while fixing her lipstick.

“Aww poor thing! And Travis a a jerk, but Amber will get over it and find love in the future. I always pictured her with a blonde with blue eyes or a slightly short brunette with brown rich eye!”

“With her luck, her future husband will probably be a jock or a aviator lover boy. You going out tonight?”

“Ren from Geometry, you know the artistic dancer who’s a senior, asked me out.”

The girls chatted a bit before Trixie headed off to meet up with some other students in the hallway while Jenny stayed behind to finish up her English homework, she forgot to do the night before. Oops. She sat by her locker with her notebook in her lap, hearing a booming voice and music playing as laughter followed behind. Bradshaw and his friend, Ren.

The moment she looked up, her jaw completely dropped. Bradley was holding a huge 5 feet tall teddy bear, a small bouquet of roses and his friend, Ren, was throwing flowers to every girl in the hallway joyfully in the kindness way possible. Music played from Ren’s phone and everyone smiled. Hell, the pair was dressed up in such causal sweet outfits too. It a total sight to see. All Jenny could do was smile and giggles as she stood up watching the duo play their little performance.

“Oh my god!” Jen grinned running up to the boys blushing, “You two are something else, i swear!”

“Only the best for you, pumpkin! Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.” Bradley said, bringing her close as his lips brushed against hers sweetly, “You like?”

“I love! I only got you a sweater and a cowboy hat.”

“I bet I’ll look amazing it! I love you.”

“I love you too, Roo!”

The bell rang as both crazy kids rushed off to class in joyful laughter along with their friends. The two shared a few classes together, in which they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for as they were caught by the teacher multiple time telling them to be quiet. When lunchtime came around, they were eating with their group of friends and Amber finally joined the group after skipping 1-4 period claiming she wasn’t feeling to well, while also getting a chance to slap her ex-boyfriend across the face in the hallways as many students saw. Jenny couldn’t be prouder at that as Bradley, Ren and Trixie cheered her on!

Finally the school day was to a end as the group headed to the park for a picnic. The boys were dancing nearby the streets, twirling every girl into their arms in pure laughter. Now, Amber and Trixie were by the swings. The couple stood next by the slides. Jenny noticed as Bradley smiling prouder as he put his cowboy hat on his head and zipped on his new sweater. “Now, when you said you were gonna wear the cowboy hat, I didn't know how I'd feel about it.” She said.

“And now that you've seen me in it, what's the verdict?” He asked sitting down on the slide while he saw Ren ran back to grab something from his car.

“I think you're sexier than socks on a rooster.” She repiled with a grin.

“That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!”

“I mean it, stud!”

“Wanna get lunch?”

Amber yelled from the swings, “Pizza.”

“YES!” Trixie yelled swing even higher.

Ren who ran back to the group after grabbing the water, yelled, “Fine by me!”

“Extra soda too!” All the girls shouted at the same time.

So a result the boys went and came back with pizza for three hungry ladies, as well as themselves. Every ate, they laughed, and later on played before heading their separate ways for the afternoon especially after it started getting chilly. However Bradley took his girl to the movie theater to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, they weren’t the completely romantic type and wanted to see a cute funny film instead of a cheesy romantic comedy that they can just find on Netflix another time. To say the couple enjoyed themselves was a understatement because they were having a great time, even suggesting the idea of asking their parents for a dog after watching the movie.

The pair walked out of the movie theater into the parking lot, opened the doors on the front seats and turned up the radio to simply dance like nobody’s around. A few funky songs, some romantic some played and others were completely random. Bradley leaned against the door to the passenger taking a breath swaying his hand that was connected to Jenny who was dancing in way, swaying her hips and twirling around with still so much energy. At that moment, Bradley could’ve sworn Cupid has played his cards perfectly, cause all he saw a tiny gorgeous ball of soft sunshine and a gentle breeze made it was all clear. That’s his wife, standing right there in front of him.

“Come on! One more song?” She asked with a giggling grin, leaning towards her man, seeing her world in his eyes. Jenny let out a breathtaking sigh, playing with his hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, “I know that we’ll be alright, I don’t need another song. I got my song, you.”

“Alright, one moment, gorgeous. I’m somebody’s muses then.” Bradley let out a breathtaking smile, looped his fingers underneath her chin as his lips touched her, “…and well, I think i found the somebody I’ll love to share a home with. And I’m looking right at her.”

“Aww..i do see a future in your eyes Brad Brad. I want you, I don’t deserve this but i got it.”

“I don’t deserve you, but look at us now. I want a a huge house, with my piano in the living room and to have you dancing in your favorite dress.”

“And i want a huge kitchen to bake my apple pie for us with our dog. Oh! And we need extra rooms.”

“For what? It will be the two of us and maybe a dog! Called Buster or Maxwell or FeFe or Candy?”

“What? It’s for your mama and my daddy, silly! They need space to visit, they aren’t sleeping in the garage. And for our kids..if you want kids?”

—

Bradley grinned, picking her up by the waist spinning and he yelled, “I want a battalion! We’re having our own soccer team or baseball team.”

“Woah!” Jenny yelled mid laugh, “How many kids you think we’re having?”

“Well we need about 4! Two girls, two boys. And if we’re surprised with baby number 5, even better!”

“5 babies Bradshaws?! Let’s start with two and see how it goes!”

“As long as your their mama and I’m their daddy. And your my wife!”

Jenny grinned brightly thinking about all the possibilities and such, “Wife? Yes please! Jenny Bradshaw? I love it!”

“You’ll be called Mrs. Bradshaw..or Bradshaw-Mitchell or Mitchell-Bradshaw? We’ll figure it out later!”

“I love you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I love you Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

—

The couple went home that day to Carol and Pete who were cooking up a mini dinner, well Carol was cooking and Pete was trying to steal the ingredients from her, as they ate with their parents. They talked about their day together with their friends, how they planned on sharing their weekend together with Pete’s house working on his planes and to go shopping with Carol. Pete discussed on how he had a date later that night to head off to while Carol brought up all the free samples she got at the mall today.

When the conversation about school came about, it was kind short. Since not too much that happened aside from the cute gift giving in the hallway, a math test made by Mr. Stevenson, the lunch ladies giving out cookies with their meals, a Valentines Day bake sale and of course, Amber slapping her ex-boyfriend across the face. Other than that, it wasn’t much to really talk about when it came to school. Overall it was a fun and very sweet Valentines Day for the Mitchell Bradshaw household.

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[writingbirdy]

Love can't save us....

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Sally face au- no clut or supernatural stuff

“Love can’t always save you”

Was something the head nun told him when he and Evelyn were still in catholic school. Noah could never shake the feeling that she was right and that love wouldn’t save him….. He believed it for many years until he met a certain boy….

Travis Phelps..

A damaged and broken boy who suffered at the hands of his father many years ago. Noah met him on his first day at Nockfell High School where the two had a very unfortunate start in the cafeteria (they both ended up in the medical room). But over time the two grew closer…. Travis opened up about his problems at home, Noah was quite shocked that someone went through something similar and talked about his experience of his home life and the catholic school he went to and the carnage they put him through for being “the devil reincarnated” as he put it.

Travis talked about how he was punished for the smallest things or if his father felt he wasn't happy with Travis. It was the first time since Sal found him in the bathroom. Travis sat and balled his eyes out to another person. Noah sat there and held him the whole time telling him he was gonna be okay and he was going to get him out of that house.

Now the pair were 21 years old and just moved into their new apartment just outside of nockfell where Travis would be safe. As the two placed down the final boxes on the floor Noah turned to Travis, lifted him and spun him around. “We’re finally free!” he said grinning from ear to ear. “Hey! Put me down!” Travis laughed, wrapping his arms around and trying to free himself. “Okay! Okay!” Noah giggled as he put Travis down, keeping his hands on Travis’ waist. He leaned in and kissed him gently.

After a few months, the two went out and bought paint and decorations for the apartment. Travis was currently painting the living room walls blue whilst Noah was in the kitchen painting the walls cream. As Noah finished up the wall he was doing he walked out of the kitchen and leaned on the doorframe of the living room just watching Travis with a smile on his face. Travis was currently sitting on the floor, paint on his face and his clothes as he continued to paint the bottom of the wall.

Travis turned around and smiled back at Noah. "Hi," he whispered to him as he got up and walked over to him. "Hi.." Noah smirks and he kisses Travis on the head. "You have some paint like... everywhere" he laughed as Travis blushed smirking. He looked down at his hands and then smudged paint onto Noah's nose. Noah smiled and then started laughing as Travis ran and as he chased him.

Noah opened his eyes and sighed looking at the empty apartment, wishing he could go back to that day…. He locked the apartment and handed the keys back to the owner.

“So you're leaving?” She asks.

“I… I can't stay, it hurts too much…” he said with tears in his eyes. “I understand…” she said walking back inside the complex.

Noah walked along the Stoney pathway towards Wendigo Lake… a place he hadn't been since his and Travis' first date. "Evie? What… What are you doing here?" He said standing next to her. "I knew you'd come here…. And I know you're struggling…." She said not taking her eyes off the lake….

He looked down feeling guilty. "Why…" was all he said looking at her. “Why him…” “I don't know birdy... I don't know….” She said hugging him. “Love really can't save us…” he whispered.

In the distance by a tree was a grave that read….

Travis Phelps

Beloved boyfriend, son and friend.

??/??/1979 to 23/05/2000

A/n I'm sorry for the angst I couldn't help it…. Hope you enjoyed it!

[fineiwillwritethismyself]

It Had to be Witchcraft

I thought of this one and it came out out of me rather quickly. I think I'll do my next one where Travis has a family and is a father. This one is an enemies to lovers story that is full of smut near the end. So it's for mature audiences. #travis hackett x reader #travis hackett x F!reader #enemies to lovers #smut #cussing #blood and injury #hurt/comfort #happy ending She worked here for most of her life.  She never thought that she’d stay in such a small backwater town such as North Kill, however, her heart to help others overrode any other desire.  Since her hometown was so small, a lack of medical help was evident.  So, knowing how bad accidents on the farms got and how sick children became in winter, she became a nurse.  She was happy with her community.  Everyone knew each other and it was a safe and quaint place to be.  However, the only people she didn’t care for were the Hacketts.

The Hacketts thought they were royalty here.  She scoffed, they only thought that because they had a famous mine with a famous history with prohibition.  Also they had the very popular summer camp, Hackett’s Quarry.  She has had the misfortune in treating both the mother and father of the Hacketts and they were unpleasant every time.  Chris Hackett was acceptable.  He was charming and always flirted with her and the other two nurses.  His kids were dolls, that she didn’t mind.  Bobby was difficult and uncomfortable to be around at times since he didn’t understand social norms but she didn’t fault him for that.  But that cop, Travis, was such an ass.  He was rude and never communicated enough.  She butted heads with him hard since she was stubborn and well, so was he.  

The other nurses joked that they were in love and she’d always have to shoot that down.  There was no way an old jerk like that would make for a great partner with her.  Though, no one at this town would.  It was so small and the pool was so shallow that she couldn’t bare seeing herself settling down with anyone here.  It made her depressed.  She would be lying if she didn’t cry herself to sleep from despair and panic of never making a family.  She just had to focus on the helping aspect.  She was saving lives in her beloved small town and that should be enough.  It should be.

Walking into work the other two nurses were grinning mischievously at her.

“What’s got you guys all smiling?”  She said while tying her hair back.

“We got a call for a patient who needs a look over.”

“Can I guess who?”

They nodded at her.

“Frank?”

“Bingo!”  

“Ok, where is he at?”  She asked.

“You got to go to the precinct.  He is in holding for yet another theft.”

She stopped her movements, “No…no way.  Why me?  I just got in!  Can’t one of you two do it?”

One shook her head, “Nope I’m on lunch!”

The other smiled, “I have a patient in need of a…check up!”

She gave them a look, “A check up?”

“Yup!”

She rolled her eyes, “You guys suck.  I don’t know why you’re constantly putting me in the same room with that asshole Sheriff.”

They giggled.

“It’s not funny.  I’ll transfer if you keep it up.”

That stopped their laughing quickly, “You wouldn’t dare!”

She smiled, “Watch me.”

“Look we just want you to be happy.  We know how hard it is to settle down in a town where it’s mainly filled with Franks.  But we know there’s something going on between you and Sheriff Hackett.  It’s something electric.”

“If by electric you mean like an electric chair, then yes.”

“Come on!  You guys bicker for no reason, it’s not because you hate each other.  You guys are basically one and the same.”

She wretched, “No we are not and it is because we hate each other.”  She sighed, “I’ll be going now.  But I expect an apology lunch by the time I get back.”

“Fine.”  They both looked dejected.

She turned and left the small hospital with a huff.  She couldn’t believe her annoying coworkers keep trying to push them together.  The man was insufferable.  They were delusional if they saw anything other than resentment.  Grabbing the hospital's van and making sure the supplies were all accounted for, she made her way over to the jail.  

It was unfortunately a quick drive over.  Sighing in disgust she turned off the car and got out.  Entering in she saw that it was the normal dead and barren place it usually was.  Movement caught her eye and she saw someone come down the stairs.

“They sent you?”

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t like it either.  Where is he?”

“Where do you think?  In lock up.”

“I asked a simple question Officer Asshat.”

“What was that?”  He glared after her and followed her towards the cells.

She chuckled to herself mentally mocking him that he was so old he was half deaf.  Turning the bend she stopped once she saw Frank slumped over on his cot.  She saw that he sported a black eye and a bloody lip.  She turned to the Sheriff.

“Can you not abuse your power and make my job harder?”

“Abuse my power-?  He was resisting arrest.  I used the appropriate amount of force to subdue him.”

She shook her head, “Well your ‘appropriate’ is an understatement.  Will you unlock it already.”

He came over with the keys and glared at her before turning to slide the key in, “Don’t stay long.  If you do the door might find itself locked.”

“You wouldn’t be threatening me dear Sheriff?”

He gave a smug smirk, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With another eye roll she entered Frank’s cell.  He rolled his head up upon seeing someone approach.  A dazed smile graced his lips.

“Hey nurse!  Nice seeing you.”

“Honestly Frank you need to stop stealing.  We’re tired of treating you in jail.”

He shrugged, “Can’t help it.  Some people are born to steal.”

“Well you can be trained out of it.  Every time you do I have to drag my sorry ass down here and deal with that awful cop.  You hate making me so sad right?”

He shook his head, “I am sorry, but I can’t promise to stop.  I just have to get better at getting away with it.”

She chuckled, “Well it wouldn’t be terribly hard to escape that old Sheriff.”

They shared a chuckle but Travis was nearby and decided it was time to end that.

“Alright, you looked him over, it shouldn’t take this long.”

She turned to him, “Oh and now you’re telling me how to do my job?”  She shook her head, “You can hardly do yours let alone even think about doing mine.”

He approached angrily, “Hey, show some respect!”

She smiled at Frank ignoring him, “Alright Frank, you’re all patched up.  Please just at least try and not steal anymore.”

He smiled, “As I said, no promises.”

Sighing she shook her head with a smile and turned to leave.  Travis stood aside watching her as she exited the cell.  A soon as she was out he locked him in.  She glance behind to look at him.

“Next time be gentle.  I hate having to come down here and fix your mistakes Travis.”

“You will refer to me as Sheriff Hackett!  And I don’t care what you say or think, I will do everything in my power to keep civilians and myself safe.  Even if it includes brute force.”

She just shook her head and exited the precinct.  He was left standing there, stewing in rage.  Angrily tossing in the equipment and climbing in the drivers side, she took a breath.  She hated him so much.  And he did too for her.  There was no chemistry there.  She had no idea what her coworkers saw.  

He had gone back to his desk fuming.  What did she know?  That lousy nurse who only did half-assed jobs.  He had to remember to specifically ask for her to not come down here in the future.  He didn’t need the extra headache.  Looking outside the window he sighed.  A feeling of emptiness and anger swirled in his heart.  She brought out the worst in him.  She was insufferable.

…

It was like a normal day at the hospital.  There were the usual pediatric check ins or the occasional infected cuts from farmers.  It was all going normal until another local came in drunk and bleeding everywhere.  He had drank too much as usual and crashed into the bar’s window.  His neck and face were torn to shreds.  It took all of them and some on-call doctors to make sure he was stable.  While trying to calm him down, she was in the process of restraining his hands.  The drunkenness mixed with his pain and he was losing his mind seeing blood.  As she went to tie down one hand he brought his other hand over that held a shard of broken beer bottle in its palm.  He punched her in the face sending her back into the wall.  She smacked her head and the shard cut down her neck.  She was out.  Her coworkers became frantic and called Travis over for help.

He arrived in no time, running in looking for where the commotion was.  They ushered him over.  The raving man was tied down but still conscious enough to be flailing about in the bed.  Looking to his right he saw her slumped on the wall with the nurses near her trying to stop the bleeding.  His eyes lit up with shock and he ran over to her.

“Is she dead?”

One looked at him and shook their head, “He just missed a major artery.  She’ll probably have a concussion but she’ll survive.”

He nodded his head.  The other looked at him and asked,

“Hey can you bring her to the other medical room?  We can try it but we aren’t confident enough to make sure she doesn’t slip through our bloody fingers.”

His jaw tightened but he agreed.  He knelt down and gently took her legs in his one hand and supported her neck and head with the other.  Walking her around to the other room his eyes fluttered closed.  She had on an intoxicating perfume.  Snapping out of it he laid her in the bed and turned to go back to the other room.

“She’s secure.  As for him, let me know when he’s able enough to come to the station.  I’ve got some questions for him.”

“We will, thank you Sheriff!”

He gave a nod and walked out.  Making his way back to the precinct he felt he was in a daze.  What a shit show he walked into.  He had a momentary concern if she was alright but he shook it from his mind.  He didn’t care.  It was his job to assist and that was it.  Remembering the smell of her perfume though, was making him feel horribly weird.  He felt a moment of panic.  Parking he ran out of the car to go and try and distract himself inside the station.  It was just the stress of the situation was all; all normal.  

Waking from her knock out, her body jolted.  She groaned and looked around.  Her head hurt and neck felt stiff as fuck.  

“Hey you’re awake!”  Said one coworker.

“Yeah, what happened?”

“Well when you were restraining that drunkard over there he flipped out and punched you with his glass filled hand and sent you flying.  But don’t worry, we were here as well as Sheriff Hackett.”

She groaned and rolled her eyes, “Great, what did that incompetent ass do?”

“He carried you to your room and made sure everything was alright with you.”  They said with a wicked smile.

She shook her head, “I’m sure I have a concussion because I thought you said that Travis just helped me out.���

“You surprisingly don’t have a concussion and you know you heard me right!”

She sighed, “It doesn’t matter, it was his job and you asked him to do it I’m sure.”

“He was so gentle with you, like damn!  It was if you were about to break into pieces the way he held you.”

She blushed and angrily stared, “I don’t need your interjections of what wasn’t there.  I’m so tired and in pain, so I’d like it if you just stopped talking about that man.”

“Fine, fine, get some rest.  I’m sure you’ll want workman’s comp?”

“Oh most definitely!”

“And what about pressing charges?”

She shook her head, “Rather not.  It’s not like it was on purpose.”

They shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

It took a couple days for her to get back on her feet.  The neck injury needed to be stitched up and any physical work had to be set aside.  They also had to make sure that she functioned normally and had no underlying brain compilations.  She staid at the hospital in bed so she could still technically work even if she wasn’t allowed to leave the bed.  On one evening Travis walked in.

“Evening gals.”  He greeted the two at the front.

They greeted him back spiritedly.

“How’s it here?”

“Oh normal.”

“Any more problems?” 

“Not today!”

He nodded and looked around slowly before asking, “How’s uh, how’s she doing?”

The two vibrated with excitement, “She is well.  She’s on bed rest from work but decided to stay here so she can do paper work and boss us around.”

He chuckled and looked down, “Yes she’s quite the controlling type ain’t she.”  He turned to leave, “Well have a good night."

“W-Wait officer, would you like to go see her?”

He shook his head while walking out the door, “God no.”

As soon as he was out the doors they ran to her room.

“You wouldn’t believe who just came in asking about you!”

“I could take three guesses, but tell me.”

“Sheriff Hackett!”

A confused and disdainful look crowded her face, “What?  Why?”

“He was asking about you!  We told you there’s something going on between you two.”

“If you don’t get out of my face with that bullshit…Besides I don’t care if he came to see me or not.”

“Oh come on, aren’t you the least bit curious why he asked?”

“Nope, now get back to your post.”

“You’re no fun.”  One said.

“He was right you are controlling.”

“Controlling-?  How dare that little…”

The two ran from the room giggling.

She recovered without issue.  Everything had fallen back into routine as it should be.  It was the midst of summer so she expected more farmers coming in.  She didn’t expect for Travis to be constantly coming in though.  He would show up with scratches on his arms or neck.  She’d avoid dealing with him and let her coworkers take over.  That was until one night where he was bleeding from the neck and no one was available but her.  She brought him into a room and sat him down to get a good look at it.  It looked like drag marks from a woman’s nails.

“I really, really hope you have a great explanation as to why a woman’s claw marks are on you.”

He turned to move his head, “It’s-”

“Don’t move!”

He stilled, “It’s none of your business.”

“I’d say it is if you’re using that “brute force” of yours on women.”

“I am not!  God you’re so annoying.  I’ll have you know it’s of a personal, family matter.”

“Well your family is pretty fucking annoying.  I can’t stand dealing with you and your rude ass parents.”

“You don’t talk shit about my family!  You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I kinda do.  I have had the misfortune in patching up your father and helping your mother.  Both of which are very quick to anger and don’t like to be told what to do.  I wouldn’t be surprised if your mother fucking hit you.”

He jumped up from his seat.  He was turning red with rage, “You shut your fucking mouth!  You don’t know what you’re talking about!  I’d be bitchy too if I had to deal with you every time I needed medical attention.”

She was about to give a retort but saw a glimmer of moisture gather in his eyes.  Did she hit a nerve?  She had to admit, she felt she went a little far.

“Just…come here, I’m not done with you yet.”

“No.  I’m good.”

He walked out and through the hospital doors.  Walking to the front she gave a regretful look.  Her coworkers turned their attention from him to her.

“What did you say to him?”

“Yeah I’ve never seen him so upset.”

“I…forget it.”  She turned and walked away.

She felt guilty.  She never wanted to hurt someone, even if it was him; regardless if he was a dick and had it coming.  She was torn whether or not go and apologize.  She hadn’t seen him since that day and the longer she waited, the worse it felt.  Then the news came.  

It rippled through the town like a seismic wave.   The Hackett family was dead.  Every one of them.  All except Travis.  She felt devastated even though she hated them.  Chris and Kaylee and Caleb didn’t deserve it.  Hell even Bobby didn’t.  The guilt and pain weighed so much that it nearly broke her.  She wondered what happened.  She hoped he didn’t witness it.  She hoped he didn’t do it.

Media tore its way through the town.  They were able to gather bits and pieces of what happened.  It was something about the counselors staying over one night too late and a form of ‘animal’ attacks were the thing to do them in.  This sealed it.  His family was viciously murdered and he might’ve been injured as well.  She didn’t know how bad though since he has refused to come back.  Sighing, she had to go see him.  She had to set it straight.

“Wish me luck girls, I’m going to see Travis.”

“Oh!  Going to comfort him?”

“No.  I need to apologize and give my condolences.”

They began squealing and she ignored them as she walked out and headed to the jail.  She decided to walk so as to give her time to think about what she was going to say.  She felt nervous.  Why did she feel so nervous?  She hated this.  Approaching the building she took in a gulp of air.  Opening the door she crossed the threshold.  Her steps echoed loudly around the dark and empty precinct.  

“Travis?”

Silence met her.  Looking up the stairs, she saw a door cracked open and a light coming through.  Ascending them, she crept slowly up towards the door.

“Travis…”

They gave a small knock.

“Who’s there?”

She entered the frame, “Hey it’s me.”

“Get the fuck out, I have no tolerance for you right now.”  He was sitting at his desk.

“Look I’m really, really sorry about what I said about your family.  It was uncalled for.”

He slammed his pen down, “I won’t tell you again.”

“Please listen, I’m sorry.  I heard what happened.  None of them deserved that.  You didn’t deserve that.”

He got up and threw his chair behind him, “Get out before I lock you in holding!”

“Hey I’m trying to apologize here!”

He charged towards her, “I don’t need an apology!  Especially from you!”

As he came at her she couldn’t help but flinch away.  A reflex from many angry and or drunk patients.  He stopped as he saw her turn her face away and hold out her hands.  He shuddered.  There was no way he’d strike a woman, especially her.  

“I didn’t mean to…scare you.”

“No it’s fine it’s a habit from work.”

Looking back at him she saw the tears flow from his eyes.  

“Oh Travis…”

“They’re all gone.  My entire world, my everything, is gone.”

She began to cry as well, “Come here.”

She wrapped him in her arms.  He buried his face in her hair.  He cried.  She held him tight as he shook and felt overwhelmed.  Running her hands up and down his back she realized just how strong he was.  There was a faded cologne on his uniform and it immediately put her at ease.  She wasn’t even aware of how relaxed she was feeling with him in her arms.

He was comforted by the smell of her hair and the familiarity of her perfume.  He didn’t know why he wanted to literally cry on her shoulder, but he did.  He felt safe.  A safety he hadn’t felt in years.  Someone he swore he’d hate until the day he died was now his biggest source of comfort.  He moved away from her embrace.

“I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

He shook his head, “No.”

“Well I can stay here for awhile if you like.”

He looked down at the floor, then into her eyes, “I would like that.”

She nodded, an understanding flashing through her features.  She sat in the chair sitting across from his desk.  She wasn’t sure what to do here while he worked away.  She looked around the room but found nothing interesting to take some of her nervous energy.  He wrote away on his pile of documents.  The silence stretched on but as it did, they both sank into it.  It grew more and more comfortable and after awhile, it felt natural.  She smiled even.  She was here helping out her enemy.  And getting a real look at him, he wasn’t all that bad.  He was just as human like her and just as broken.  He might be worse off though.  

Gazing at him she noted he had excellent posture and a muscular build.  His brow creased in concentration and his large hand dwarfed the pen between his fingers.  She felt warm looking at him.  She never really looked at him before.  He was, well, handsome.  He always ticked her off so she just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.  But she never took the time to sit down and get to know him or drink him in.  She hated someone she didn’t really know.  And now?  She couldn’t say she hated him anymore.

He looked up at her, “I’m sorry am I bothering you?”

She snapped out of her daze, “What?  Oh no, no!  Sorry, I guess I was just resting my eyes.”

He nodded and went back to what he was doing.  Shifting in her seat she tried to look everywhere else but him.  Yet her gaze always landed back on him, no matter how many times she tried to distract herself.  It always went back to him.

“There.  I’m done with this for now.”  He pushed the papers away and set down his pen.

“What do you need me to do?”

He sat back and stared at her.  His eyes looked her up and down.  It didn’t feel predatory or scathing but it was gentle.  As if he was taking her in as well.  Leaning forward he brought his elbows on the desk and folded his hands.

“I’m not sure.”

“Well if you’re free in the next couple hours I can meet up with you and we can go get a drink.”

He looked at her for a moment.  She felt vulnerable as he did.  She felt like he was analyzing her and she didn’t like it.  He let out a sigh.

“That would be nice.”

She smiled and stood, “Alright!  I’ll see you very soon…will you be ok until then?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”  He rubbed his eyes.

She wrung her fingers together, “Ok…if you need me you know where to find me.” He gave a nod and she slowly walked her away out and towards the exit.  Her mind was spinning.  Her thoughts were screaming.  The walk back was forgotten from how dazed she was.  Entering in the hospital her coworkers nearly pounced on her to get any info but, she shut them down.

“I’m going to go work and get done early.  We’re meeting for drinks.”

“Drinks!”

“Yes, he is not in the place to be left alone right now.”

“This sounds like what we’ve been saying is coming true!”

“I’m literally just helping him out.  You didn’t see him.  It’s bad.”

They were silenced by that.

“Call me if you need me.”  She walked back toward the other side of the hospital.

She just sat there, replaying the scene over and over again.  She didn’t know what to do or think or feel.  She would never have expected a man like him to just break down like that.  And to be vulnerable to her, someone he hates.  It shook the idea of him that she held.  And she was feeling so weird.  She was going to see him tonight in a casual setting.  For the first time too.  Why didn’t this upset her or repulse her as much as she thought it would?  Why wasn’t she feeling any sort of dread?  Rather she actually looked forward to it.  Was she going mad?  Standing she caught the smell of his cologne in her hair.  Her eyes fluttered closed.  Her heart raced and she felt warm.  Opening her eyes a panic glazed over them.  That wasn’t good.

He hurried to get his work done.  As he was rapidly typing on the computer he had to stop himself.  Why was he rushing?  The only thing waiting for him tonight was an empty house and her at a bar.  But that thought thrilled him.  He was so confused as to why he was looking forward to tonight.  She was an insufferable nag and yet he wanted to see her again.  He wanted to look into those eyes and feel lost and put back together.  Shaking his head clear he tried to refocus on the work at hand.  Yet his mind constantly would drift back to her; whether it be her intoxicating perfume, her warm embrace, her soothing voice…this was not good.  He stood, deciding that work was done.  He needed to do a quick patrol anyway.  That should set his mind straight before this evening.  Though, he knew that was a lie.  He knew his mind was trained on her.  He just didn’t want to believe it.

The hours ticked by quickly.  They both looked at the clock and panicked.  It was time to go.  Feeling shaky with nerves she gathered her things and began to walk out.

“Good night guys.”

“Oh have fun with him!”

“Don’t get too drunk.”  One winked.

She shook her head, “I won’t.”

She stepped out the door and was surprised to see his patrol car parked there.  He stepped out of the car.

“You didn’t have to pick me up.”  She said with a nervous smile.

“Oh I was just in the neighborhood after my patrol and thought, well…it would be beneficial if you were driven and didn’t have to walk.”

“Ah that’s very thoughtful of you.”

He nodded and climbed back in.  She rounded to the passenger side and slowly got in.  Her body was stiff with nerves.  Breathing in, her entire body relaxed and her heart fluttered.  His car smelled like him.  His heart pounded in his chest.  He put the car in reverse and pulled out in the street.  He swore that if she’d ever be in his patrol car she’d be behind the cage, handcuffed, and yelling obscenities at him.  But he never could’ve foresaw her sitting besides him in the passenger seat about to go drinking with her as if they were pals.  

The drive over was silent.  The tension was so thick that they both dared not look at one another.  And unfortunately the town was so small that the ride didn’t last long either.  Parking they both instantly hopped out to get away from that tension.  They both walked into the bar independently.  She hardly visited this place so she looked around to figure where she wanted to sit.  He walked ahead and grabbed a table in the far back.  She assumed that was where he sat normally.  She followed him over and tentatively sat down.  Boy did she feel awkward.  Both of them were looking everywhere but at each other.  

“Hey all, what can get I get you tonight?  Oh Sheriff!  Nice to see you again.  Who’s your friend?”  The waitress greeted.

“Oh uh, you should know her, she’s a nurse over at the hospital.”

The waitress eyes lit up, “Oh yes!  Glad to see you coming out!  We don’t see you often unless we’re sick.”

She smiled, “I’m glad to be out…”

Travis continued, “I’ll have the usual.”

“And I’ll have what he’s having.”  She told the waitress.

“On it!”

She stepped away and the two were alone once more.  Deciding it was time to break the horrible tension she spoke up.

“So…how was the rest of work?”

“Hm?  Oh, it was work.”

She chuckled, “Yeah I hear that.  So you usually come here?”

“Are you surprised?”

“N-No just…I don’t drink often so I never really come here.  To think of it I don’t go anywhere really.”

“You’re just as much of a workaholic as I am.  I need to find a way to unwind each night.  This is the only other place I come to besides work and home.”

“Ah good.”

It was awkward.  Very awkward.  Fortunately the drinks came.  It was a cheap beer.  Taking a swig she did her best to not choke on it.  He found it amusing but said nothing.  Setting it down she smiled at him.

“Um, well…what do we talk about?”

“Anything I guess.”

“Ah yes anything.  Well let’s see.  What do you enjoy?  Do you have any hobbies?”

“I um, I used to go hunting with my father and brothers in the summer.”

“God damn I’m so sorry…fuck!”  She put her head in her hand.

“Don’t worry about it.”  He shifted in his seat and looked around the room.

“Alright let me distract you.”

He laughed, “How will you do that?”

She smiled, “Oh I don’t know maybe make a fool of myself.  Get up and sing karaoke or dance around with some dumb ass.  Anything to get your mind off of everything.”

He laughed a hearty and real laugh, “There’s absolutely no way your prideful ass will get up there and sing.”

“You wanna bet?”  She said amused and challenged.

“Of course!”

“Hold to it.”  She said as she got up. 

Walking over to the machine she picked a song.  Turning around she saw everyone turn their heads at her.  Oh boy she was going to not only make a fool of herself in front of Travis but the entire town.  Swallowing her fear the song began.  She missed her beat but jumped in a moment later.  She was timid and was singing quietly for the first part.  But as she found her footing and the buzz from the cheap beer calmed her nerves; she sang full on.  It shocked the room.  People were cheering and getting into the upbeat song.  She couldn’t help but give a mischievous look over at Travis.  His mouth was hanging open as he stared in awe.  She won this one.  Finishing the song and taking the praise she hopped down and rushed back to her seat.

“How was that!”

He cleared his throat, “It was fine.”

She rolled her eyes, “Please, I saw you.  Your jaw was on the floor.”

“Where did you learn to sing?”

“Oh I picked up on it here and there.  Nothing special.”

“Well it was pretty special.”  He was feeling the booze.

She blushed, “Th-Thank you Travis.”

The night went on a lot more smoother than it started.  They both became pleasantly buzzed drinking the beer.  They laughed with one another and she even touched his arm.  It was nice and warm and familiar.  She forgot how much animosity she had towards him.  He was a good guy.  He was just stubborn and stern and well she was too.  He found her company more enjoyable than he thought.  He forgot how much she annoyed him and was so stuck up.  But if he were honest with himself he could act the same way.  She was something unexpected.

“I think it’s late Travis.”  She mumbled looking at the clock.

He glanced behind and turned back, “Hm I guess so…”

“Want me to walk you home?”  She offered.

“Nah I’m driving, I’m not near enough drunk.  Come on I’ll drop you off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

She ran after him and they hopped into his car.  The ride was silent as before but, unlike before, the air between them was comfortable.  She guided him where to go and he followed without question.  It was a great night.  She never would’ve guessed she would have had such a great time.  He thought the same.  Pulling up she thanked him and got out.  He got out as well.

“What are you doing?”  She asked with a laugh.

“I’m walking you to your door.”

“I can assure you I’m not as drunk as you.”

“I doubt that.”

She walked on with him behind.  She went to unlock her door and in the process she stumbled forward.  He caught her.  His front pressed her back against the door.  They were both startled and dazed at their predicament.  They stared into each others eyes as they staid that way.  His were full of something she never saw before in them.  All that anger and hatred was gone.  Her eyes gazed at him with a longing and a curiosity.  Unable to take it anymore he kissed her.  She wrapped her hands around him and succumbed.  He ran his hands up and down her body.  

As they were feeling each other, the door opened and they both tumbled down.  They laughed as they both laid halfway inside and halfway out.  He got up and helped her to her feet.  Kissing her again she grabbed him and dragged him to her bedroom.  She had him land on top of her on her bed.  

He pushed himself off and gazed down at her, "What are we doing?”

“Something stupid.”

“Are we going to regret it?”

She thought for a moment as she gazed at him, then shook her head, “I don’t think so.”

He kissed her and they both began to strip.  He reared up and took off her bottoms.  He bent down and brought his face to her wet pussy.  She spread her legs and instantly felt pleasure rocket through her.  She moaned and gasped as she felt his tongue run up and down her clit.  His huge hands wrapped around her thighs as he held her to him.  His eyes were closed and he savored every moment of her pleasured sounds.  Soon her breath hitched and she was still.  He drilled in hard, inserting his fingers and lapping at her sensitive spots.  He wasn’t sure if he was doing something wrong upon hearing nothing out of her, but the way she erupted into screams and felt her wetness in the next moment said it all.  He closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction.   

Removing himself from her he gazed at her form.  She was panting and sweating.  Her hair was everywhere and her breasts heaved with the effort of her breathing.  She was gorgeous.  He moaned as he climbed on top.  His dick ached with arousal.  Bringing a hand to her face she looked at him.  His eyes were tender.  She couldn’t believe it.  Looking from his eyes to his dick she saw him slowly lower himself and enter her.  She let out a low moan as he did.  He felt wonderful inside of her and she felt completely ready after her orgasm.  

He gasped and let out shaky breaths as he slowly thrust in and out.  His eyes closed and all he could feel was the pleasure; the intimacy; the warmth.  Picking up the pace his breathing became ragged moans.  She touched his face and ran her hands through his hair.  She arched her spine and threw her head back as she felt him fill her.  As he felt her caressing him and how good he was feeling fucking her, he began to lose it.  His moaning grew louder and his pace quickened.  He was hitting sensitive spots thanks to her orgasm and she clawed his back screaming.  In the next moment he gave a shout and came within her.  He thrust in deep and slow.  Looking down at her he felt a warmth spread through his chest.  It was so powerful he wanted to flinch away.

Removing himself he laid next to her.  The two panted and sweated side by side.  Both unsure of what to say next.

“Well…I guess…my coworkers were right.”

He looked over at her, “What?”

“My coworkers kept badgering me that we liked each other which is why he hated each other.”

“Oh…I don’t know if that was true but I guess this will prove them right.”

She chuckled, “That’s what I was afraid of.”

He brought an arm around her and brought her close, “Would that be so bad?”

She looked over at him and smiled, “I guess not.”

A moment of silence befell them.  They enjoyed the afterglow and warm feelings they felt in their hearts.  Neither knew if this was going to last or happen again but, they decided to just enjoy this moment.

…

The next day she arrived at work and said nothing to her coworkers.  They were desperate to get anything out of her in what happened last night but she didn’t budge.  They were losing hope by the time lunch rolled around.  Then Travis entered in.  They watched him intently as he made his way over to her.  The two shared a smile and briefly talked about dinner tonight.  Settling that they’ll have it over his place, he kissed her on the cheek and walked out.  They were screaming.  She was bombarded with questions and ‘I told you so’s’.  She just smiled and accepted the loss.

They were an unconventional relationship but one that worked.  They did fight from time to time but they always made sure to make up before either went to bed.  Their stubborn nature didn’t allow any room for them to take a knee on their pride.  But, they quickly grew to love the other and a fear would settle in.  They wanted to make sure to set things right before one went to work or fell asleep.  Pride wasn’t worth a win if by any given moment an accident could happen to the other before they could apologize and tell them they loved them.  They grew into a healthy relationship and the talks about children was on the horizon.  

She was happy.  She never thought she’d find someone to settle down with in this back water town.  Less so with Travis Hackett.  But here she was proven wrong and happy that she was.  He was happy just the same.  He thought he’d die alone, especially with his entire family wiped out.  He thought life was over for him, but she came in and softened his heart.  She was his rock and he made sure she was appreciated every single damn day.  North Kill would soon again see the rise of the Hackett family.

[summersnow82]

Somethin' Bad: Part 17

Summary: Travis and Sean square off.

Notes: Hello, my lovelies! Thank you for bearing with me on my hiatus - I really appreciate it! I've been enjoying family time, reading some books on my TBR, watching some shows on my TBW, and figuring out the direction I want to take this story in. I've had an ending in mind for awhile now, but I was debating between two different courses, and one has finally won out.

I appreciate your support, your likes, reblogs, and comments so very much, and I apologize if I take a bit too long getting back to y'all. Now… let’s see how Sean and Travis get on. 😏

Not sure what’s going on, but Tumblr keeps cutting off the last paragraph, and it’s kind of important, so here’s a link to the AO3 chapter.

Part 17

Travis felt the shotgun barrel pressing firmly into the small of his back. “Hello, Sheriff,” Sean said, his voice lacking the friendly tone he normally used. “Where’s Annabelle?”

“Sean…,” he began, but Sean pushed the gun into his back harder.

“Hands in the air, please. I’d prefer not to shoot you.” But it’s not off the table. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Travis did as told, grinding his teeth together so hard he thought they would break. “To the cell block, please. I think it’s time we had a little chat of our own.”

Under normal circumstances, Travis would’ve considered fighting back. He was strong, lithe, and quick, but after what he’d seen from Annabelle earlier he was hesitant to act just yet. So he allowed himself to be led to the cell block, biding his time. Sean stopped him at the second cell, and Travis felt his chest constrict. Not this cell.

“Cuff yourself to the bars, please,” Sean said, his voice still devoid of any warmth. Travis hesitated, and Sean noticed. “Problem, Sheriff?”

Travis struggled; he didn’t want to display any weakness. But this cell…“Not this cell. Please.” He closed his eyes, ashamed at his display.

Sean, to his credit, didn’t mock or laugh. “My cell, then,” he replied softly. “Slowly.”

It was so tempting for Travis to reach for his service weapon or his taser, but he reached for his cuffs instead. He clasped one cuff to the bars of Sean’s cell, and then secured the other to his wrist. It was only then he got a good look at Sean. Freshly washed, golden curls slicked back, and he was wearing one of Travis’ uniforms.

Travis hated how good it looked on him. Travis was lithe and lean while Sean was broad shouldered, muscular, and fit. Sean was what his mother would’ve called “classically handsome.” She’d never doted on Travis that way, always focusing on his flaws instead, while she heaped praise on Chris and Bobby for their “Hackett charm”.

Sean levied the shotgun at Travis, and there was no hesitation in his movements. “Remove your utility belt. Gently lay it on the ground, please.”

So damn polite, Travis thought through clenched teeth, but he did as he was told. Moving carefully, but deliberately, Sean kicked it out of the way. Swiftly, he took out another pair of cuffs and snapped them to Travis’ remaining wrist and an alternating bar. He checked the cuffs Travis had secured, nodding once he was satisfied. “Happy?” Travis snarled.

Sean shook his head, his expression grim. “Not at all. You’ve been a hospitable host. I’d hoped it would never come to this.” He sighed, stepping back, and shouldering the shotgun. “But here we are.”

Travis glared at him, subtly testing his own restraints. “Here we are,” he growled.

Sean looked unimpressed. “Why did your brother and father come here while you were gone?” Travis’ eyes widened, and a chill ran through him; Sean arched a brow. “You didn’t know?”

Travis ignored him, more concerned with his own question. “Did they see you?”

Sean shook his head. “I look a bit different in daylight, especially without all that blood.” He gestured to his uniform. “I figured I could pass as your new deputy. They never looked at me too closely while they held me prisoner, anyway.” He grimaced at the thought.

“My family… they aren’t the monsters you think they are,” Travis said softly.

“That’s why they came in here with shotguns, right?” Sean sounded more bitter than angry. He leaned back against the wall, gazing at the middle cell. “Why not that cell?” Travis averted his eyes. Would he shoot him if he didn’t talk? He decided to test the theory, but Sean didn’t move or spout out threats: he just waited.

Travis was good at waiting, too.

Sean arched a brow, finally, clucking his tongue. Travis smirked as the younger man broke the silence, but when he spoke it wasn’t to threaten or concede. “You didn’t look at the file before you gave it to us, did you?” Travis’ brow furrowed. What… “The hikers, the journalist, you had clippings of their disappearance in there.” Damn. Sean was studying Travis the way Travis studied a perp as he spoke, and Travis was torn between fury and admiration. “You did a good job of cleaning the blood out of the cell. Must’ve been tricky with all the cracks and groves in the wall.” His blue eyed gaze never wavered. “But you missed a spot. Were you here when it happened, or did they just leave the mess for you to clean up?”

Travis jerked against his restraints. “Shut your damn mouth,” he hissed.

Sean lifted his chin, giving Travis an appraising glance. “I’m truly sorry for the mess you’ve been dragged into, Travis. Really, I am. I’d like to believe you’re a good man trying to do the right thing, but I’m not willing to risk my life or Annabelle’s for that belief. We’ve been burned before.” He drew his mouth into a tight line, glancing down the cell block. “Once I find her – and I always find her - I’ll have someone come unchain you. Thank you for all you did to help us. I’m sorry this couldn’t have ended better.” Sean looked conflicted, but resolved as he began to turn away.

“You promised!” Travis cried, jerking against his chains. “You promised you would help us.”

Sean stopped, turning back to cast him a hard stare. “Consider my attempted murder the cancellation of that promise.”

He turned away again, and Travis felt desperation clawing at his chest. “You can’t go! The curse will follow you wherever you go, whenever you go. No one will be safe from you.” Travis felt cold at the sudden realization. “She’ll never be safe from you.” Sean rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck to either side as he stood, mulling over Travis’ words. He had to get him to stay – he had to. They were his only hope of ending this nightmare. He couldn’t handle the innocent bloodshed, the look in Kaylee’s eyes the morning after each full moon, or the…

The thought swam to the forefront of his mind unwillingly, but once it was there he couldn’t ignore it, and the realization made his chest hurt: he couldn’t handle losing her. Not now. Not before he could explain, apologize, beg for forgiveness, and bury his hands in her long, dark hair one more time. What had he done? His home would feel so empty with her gone.

He had to stop this now.

“They came when I was on a call,” Travis said, nodding to the middle cell. He was fighting the tremble in his voice; he had to speak, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Shot him through the bars like a fish in a barrel. I watched the tape later, saw him plead, try to back far enough away, but it didn’t matter. My brother will do anything my folks ask, and they didn’t ask.” Sean turned slightly, meeting Travis’ stare. “I didn’t know. Not then, not now.”

Sean was silent for a moment, and Travis had a glimmer of hope. “He had a family, you know. The journalist. A wife, three kids.”

Travis closed his eyes, wincing at the knowledge. Of course he knew. He had their names seared into his memory, knew the kid’s birthdays, knew the widow still hadn’t moved on three years later. Travis may have lacked a tech savvy skill set, but he knew how to stalk social media profiles.

“My family… is at the bottom of a well, and I am trying so hard to pull them back up,” he whispered, hanging his head in shame. “Do you have any idea what that feels like?” Travis heard the shuffle of feet, and when he opened his eyes Sean was standing in front of him, his mouth drawn tight.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.”

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“Darlene, stop fussing. He’s a grown man.”

“Oh, hush, Frank. No one fusses over that boy, and it shows. Besides, I hate the idea of good food going to waste.”

Annabelle could hear Frank and Darlene through the closed bedroom door, and as kind as they were she wished they would leave, and make this easier for her. She closed her eyes tight, clutching the paperback romance novel in her hands even tighter. This shouldn’t be so difficult: Travis had a crazy family, she’d defended him, and he’d cast her out. She should want to leave, but she was rooted to the spot, sitting on the side of his bed – her bed for the past week or so – wanting nothing more than to curl up, ignore the world around her, and drift off to sleep. Why is this so hard, she asked herself, squeezing her eyes tighter.

But she knew why: he’d kissed her. Unprovoked, without cause. Just a sweet, simple kiss. She’d stopped locking the bedroom door a few nights ago, but he never came in after she resigned for the night. He insisted on doing the dishes, opened her car door for her, and never said a word about her raiding his closet. Each night she woke to his moans and cries, and each morning she found herself carefully placed on the couch, a warm blanket tucked around her. He left Sean and her to chat, but always seemed pleased when they invited him into the conversation. His ears turned a cute shade of pink when she considered his thoughts, listening and reciprocating other concepts or ideas. He was kind to Sean, and unlike many men, didn’t seem bothered by their close relationship.

Annabelle groaned, thrusting the paperback to her face as if it would muffle the sound. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. Of course she had developed feelings for him - he was precisely her type: a man in need of comfort, love, and reassurance of his worth. A man sidelined for too long, overlooked, but deeply endearing, and deeply, deeply in need of a hug.

Or… perhaps a bit more?

Annabelle shook the thought from her head. Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Too many bodice-rippers, too many roguish pirate captains keeping fiesty noblewomen hostage in their cabins, both too proud to admit their feelings while they ached from sexual tension. No, if Travis were a romance novel character he’d be someone like Daniel in “A True Guardian.” It was one of Travis’ more well-worn novels about an ex-lawman turned lonely rancher who begrudgingly takes in the vulnerable and headstrong Bessie, if only to keep her from the likes of her mysterious and tragic past. Daniel had given up his bed, too, just like Travis. Bessie had ached for him to join her, just like...

“There’s something wrong with me,” Annabelle groaned, tossing herself backwards onto the bed.

She must have been louder than she realized, because a gentle knock came from the bedroom door. “Are you all right in there, dear?” Darlene’s called.

Annabelle thunked the romance novel hard against her forehead, groaning again. “Fine. Just having an existential crisis. That’s all.”

A moment of silence ticked by before Darlene replied, “Ah. Yes, well, those are delightful, but perhaps you could have one on the way to our place? I’d like to have you tucked away safely before Connie gets any wild notions in her head.”

Annabelle perked at the thought, moving quickly to the bedroom door, and leaving the romance novel forgotten on the bed. “Well, actually,” she began, opening the door to meet Darlene’s eyes. “There are a few questions I was hoping you could answer.”

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Travis rubbed his wrists, eyeing Sean cautiously as the younger man hoisted the shotgun over his shoulder. “What is this?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes just a touch.

“Consider it an act of good will,” the blonde said, tilting his chin back just a hair. “I believe you. You didn’t know about your family’s visit.” He paused, tilting his head to the side. “Either time.”

Travis exhaled slowly, giving Sean the once over before nodding. A silent understanding passed between the two men, and when Travis knelt for his utility belt Sean didn’t stop him. “So what now?” He asked, once the belt was secured and the two pairs of handcuffs were back in his possession.

“Well, I sure as hell can’t sleep in there anymore,” Sean said, nodding towards his cell.

Travis sighed. “No, I don’t suppose you can.” He sucked on his teeth, drawing his mouth into a thin line. “I could use a drink. How ‘bout you?”

Sean’s lips curled up in the slightest hint of a smile. “I could use a cup of coffee.”

The walk back to Travis’ office was silent and awkward, largely because a part of Travis was tempted to tase Sean as payback; the more rational side told him advised against it. Wounded pride aside, Travis needed an ally, and he’d already put his relationship with Annabelle into question.

“I kicked her out of my house,” he admitted, falling into his office chair, and reaching for the bottle of Jim Bean he kept in his bottom desk drawer. “You know. Since you asked where she was, and all.”

Sean stared down at Travis, blinking at the news. “You… you kicked her out?” The disbelief radiated through his words.

Travis took a swig from the bottle, nodding. “Yup.” He clucked his tongue. “Screwed that up real good.”

Sean’s eyes widened, and he blinked before slowly sinking into the chair opposite Travis. “That’s uh… that’s not going to win you any affection. But you know that, right?”

Travis shrugged, taking another swig. Annabelle would be livid with him for drinking this early. He’d call it dinner; she’d call it a poor coping mechanism. “Not sure how much affection I had in the bank anyway.”

Sean’s eyebrows raised, and he exhaled loudly. “However much you had, I can guarantee it’s at a zero balance now, my friend.”

“I’m not your friend,” Travis shot back quickly, regretting the words instantly.

Sean cocked his head to the side, studying the sheriff carefully. “No?”

The bottle was halfway to his lips, but Travis lowered it, narrowing his eyes at the younger man. “No. Thought you were gonna get coffee.”

“This is more interesting,” Sean said, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees.

Travis’ glare intensified. “I don’t need your psychoanalysis, college boy.”

Sean smirked, maintaining his stare. “What do you need, Travis?” The bottle was interrupted again, and this time Travis placed it on the desk with an audible thunk. “You clearly have an attraction to Annabelle, you seem to be growing closer, and now you throw her out.”

“Shaddup.” The words slurred, and Travis couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol kicking in sooner than expected or the hitch in his emotions that caused it.

Sean tilted his head to the side. “I know what it looks like to push people away, Travis. I’m very good at it myself.”

Travis smirked. “’Cept Belle. You like to keep her close, dontcha?”

“Jealous?” Sean sat back, arching a pale brow.

The sheriff scoffed, reaching for the bottle again. “Please. Jealous of what? It’s clear you aren’t getting any of that.” He wanted it to sound crass, and it did; Sean’s brow arched higher.

“You aren’t jealous about the sex, Sheriff, or the lack thereof,” Sean said simply. “You’re jealous of the affection, the closeness, the trust. You’re jealous,” he said softly, leaning forward, “Because you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve to have that with anyone so you push them away.” Sean held Travis’ eyes, and the older man didn’t flinch. “I know,” Sean continued, his tone low and deliberate, “because I do it, too.”

Travis leaned back in his chair, eyeing the younger man carefully. He wasn’t very good at opening up to others, and he didn’t anticipate that changing now, but he was curious where this conversation was headed. So he simply said, “Do you?”

“Who’d you lose?” Sean asked, and Travis pursed his lips. Oh. This was not a road he wanted to travel again. Thankfully, Sean seemed to understand that, and continued, saying, “When I was seven I watched my father kill my brother.” He swung his hand back hard, imitating the motion his father had made all those years ago. “He hit him,” he snapped his fingers, “just right, and he was gone. Just like that. I’ve been pushing people away ever since, so I know the signs.” He leveled his gaze at the older man. “So again, who did you lose, Travis?”

“Who’d you lose?” Sean asked, and Travis pursed his lips. Oh. This was not a road he wanted to travel again. Thankfully, Sean seemed to understand that, and continued, saying, “When I was seven I watched my father kill my brother.” He swung his hand back hard, imitating the motion his father had made all those years ago. “He hit him,” he snapped his fingers, “just right, and he was gone. Just like that. I’ve been pushing people away ever since, so I know the signs.” He leveled his gaze at the older man. “So again, who did you lose, Travis?”

“Who’d you lose?” Sean asked, and Travis pursed his lips. Oh. This was not a road he wanted to travel again. Thankfully, Sean seemed to understand that, and continued, saying, “When I was seven I watched my father kill my brother.” He swung his hand back hard, imitating the motion his father had made all those years ago. “He hit him,” he snapped his fingers, “just right, and he was gone. Just like that. I’ve been pushing people away ever since, so I know the signs.” He leveled his gaze at the older man. “So again, who did you lose, Travis?”

“You aren’t jealous about the sex, Sheriff, or the lack thereof,” Sean said simply. “You’re jealous of the affection, the closeness, the trust. You’re jealous,” he said softly, leaning forward, “Because you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve to have that with anyone so you push them away.” Sean held Travis’ eyes, and the older man didn’t flinch. “I know,” Sean continued, his tone low and deliberate, “because I do it, too.”

Travis leaned back in his chair, eyeing the younger man carefully. He wasn’t very good at opening up to others, and he didn’t anticipate that changing now, but he was curious where this conversation was headed. So he simply said, “Do you?”

“Who’d you lose?” Sean asked, and Travis pursed his lips. Oh. This was not a road he wanted to travel again. Thankfully, Sean seemed to understand that, and continued, saying, “When I was seven I watched my father kill my brother.” He swung his hand back hard, imitating the motion his father had made all those years ago. “He hit him,” he snapped his fingers, “just right, and he was gone. Just like that. I’ve been pushing people away ever since, so I know the signs.” He leveled his gaze at the older man. “So again, who did you lose, Travis?”

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Part 2 of my FTWD rant:

Okay, now onto the character that I love from FTWD that everyone else absolutely despises: Chris Manawa

Now, If any of y'all truly know me and actually pay attention to my blog, then y'all know how much I love Chris and hate how he was treated the whole time that he was even a character. I've already made a rant before on how Chris had plenty of potential, but It was wasted just to make the haters happy In my eyes. For the very few of you who actually liked Chris, let's get Into It:

From the start, everyone could see that Chris came from a sort of broken home. His parents were divorced and he was clearly resentful towards his Dad, which was reasonable since he was the one who chose to leave him and his Mom and decided to find a new girlfriend with even more problematic kids, and this clearly pissed him off. But once the apocalypse had started, Chris became mentally unstable, which was also reasonable as his mother had just fucking DIED and she was the main one who cared about him and understood him since she was, you know, his fucking MOTHER. Hell, he even blamed himself more for her death than his Dad, who was the one who shot her after she was bitten, all because he thought that he could have said or done something different to save her life

Now, here's when we go Into the shit In the latter parts of season two of when Chris starts killing as well as when he starts to take a turn for the worse: Chris Is obviously unhinged at this point and no one seems to give a shit. Now, before y'all start bringing up Travis In the comments, I'm already getting to him. I think Travis only cared about helping Chris up to a certain point, before he completely gave up hope on his own goddamn son. Once Chris ran off from the hotel, Travis tried to actually be a good father and go after Chris to help him, only to find Chris pointing a gun at him with a child by his side. After Chris literally says that he's seen the way the others had looked at him as If he was a monster, Travis tries, but completely fails, to defuse the situation by saying that he's not a monster at all, and Chris doesn't believe him. Chris then lets the kid go before he runs out and Travis chases him, and once they're both done fighting each other, Chris looks at his Dad and says “Look at me, I'm no good”

Now, I personally think that this Is the first Instance of when Travis starts to give up on helping Chris, because after this happens and they try to get back on to road, Chris and Travis meet these completely sketchy guys named Brandon and Derek. Instead of Immediately ditching them, Travis decides to let them stick around, which was mistake number one with these guys. If It were me, I would have kicked them to the curb after realizing that fact that they had fucking followed me after I met them and parted ways with them literally a few minutes later after scavenging for food

Now, here's Instance number two of Travis giving up on Chris: The barn scene. Brandon and Derek clearly have an emotionally manipulative grip on Chris at this point. They're making Chris think that they're his friends and are making him think and act of their own fucked up ways and mind you, Chris Is literally 16 YEARS OLD. But once Chris kills the owner of the farm and Brandon and Derek trick him Into helping them kill their Injured friend, Travis Is completely turning In the other direction and this was clearly seen after Chris reaches out his hand to help him up and Travis can barely even look at him

Now, onto Instance number three, which Is the final part of Travis giving up before Chris Is officially killed off and the one that still completely pisses me off the most: TRAVIS LETS HIM LEAVE

Okay, so Chris decides that It would be better If he left with Brandon and Derek just so that Travis can go find Madison and Alicia and so that he can adapt to the new world better, right? Well, Travis decides to completely let his 16 YEAR OLD SON fucking leave with the guys that Travis didn't trust from the get-go, who are most likely GROWN-ASS MEN, and could easily do something to him. Travis lets him leave and also decides that the potential last words that he wants his son to hear before he leaves Is “Goddamn you, Chris!”

And, also mind you, Travis doesn't even go after him or even try to go after him whether It was on foot or by finding another vehicle. Nope, he just goes onto find the hotel and reunites with Madison and Alicia, before finding out that the guys that he had never trusted had, big shocker, killed his son a few hours after they had left. Chris died hurt, bleeding, and scared all by the hands of the two guys that he thought were his friends, and Travis just got to kill them as If he deserved to do so and deserved to get that closure when he was the one who decided to let his son leave to begin with. So, If I'm being honest, I didn't fucking like Travis either and Chris deserved better than what he got

[alainas-sims]

Dear Consuelo,

Things have been difficult since your father has passed away. I thank you for attending his funeral; it was a beautiful service. You and your brothers have done so much in consoling me and being so strong for each other and for Héctor. The support I receive from my children makes me feel I have truly built a loving family.

After the funeral, I was approached by your father’s former mistress, Summer, who ended up marrying your father’s political ally, Travis Scott. She said that she wanted to make amends for the affair and the pain she had caused all those years ago. She was young at the time and J was over a decade older than her. I admit that I tried very hard to keep it hidden from you children as the immediate aftermath of his confession came to light, but I know that it has cast a shadow over your otherwise happy childhood. I did not give up on him because despite his shortcomings, I really did love your father. I hope that you too can learn to forgive him.

— Mama

[forestgreenfairy]

A Teenage Kind of Love (salvis)

Episode one 

(Travis) 

My alarm clock blares as I blindly grasp around my side table desperate to stop the noise before I disturb the peace that is my house before the hour of 7am. Before I can turn it off there's a loud thud on my wall. 

"Travis, turn that shit off" my dad yells from the next room. Shit. he's up.

I finally get the damn thing to turn off and throw my legs over the edge of my bed rubbing my eyes. The floors are cold underneath my feet and send goosebumps up my legs that travel to my arms. 

I shuffle around my cramped room collecting my things for school and slowly throwing on my clothes. A white collared shirt then my favorite purple sweater and some shorts. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and brush my hair perfectly into place. Lastly, I put on my golden roserie and make my way downstairs. 

I reach the bottom and stair at the empty kitchen. All love and warmth it held now stripped away by the absence of my mother.Ever since moms have been gone the kitchen seems so cold and lonely. She was always there making me breakfast or sitting at the dining room table reading. I barely leave my room when I'm home anymore. 

"Travis let's go" I hear my father say behind me in a monotone voice. I step outside and the air rushes through my thin old sweater and bites at my exposed ankles. If my mother were here she would be highly against my wearing of shorts in late fall, but she isnt so i continue on. 

The car ride to school is silent. Recently it's been this way: a car ride that was usually full of conversation and happy words from my mother was now filled with a deafening silence between me and my father.

Once I arrive at school I begin to relax. You see this is the one place in the whole world where I wont get pushed around by my father or the church. Here I am the one who does the pushing, the judging, I'm the one who gets to be mean. The only thing I don't enjoy is the amount of quiet in class. It gives so much time to think, and I hardly ever think about what I'm supposed to do. My usual topics of thought are him and the church. To avoid this I often try to think of nothing and end up disciating for most of my classes. 

My teachers may describe me as "the perfect student" and "a pleasure to have in class" but I'm never fully present in class. Sure my body is there and I'm going through the motions of work and notes but my mind is never fully present. I'm always thinking of other things or just zoned out completely. I try not to think of other things because then I'll think of him. 

It's the third period. English. My teacher goes on about some assignments that are due while I find my way to the back of the room. 

"Write a letter to someone you would never usually talk to, or something you would never say to them," she says, passing out sheets of lined paper.

I pull out my pen and begin writing. Again not in my head off somewhere else. When I finally refocus my teacher is over my shoulder reading.

"Wow Travis, that's very powerful," she says, then promising not to tell anyone and everything I write in her class is confidential. I then realized what I wrote. 

Oh shit.

The letter reads :

"I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions of me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crazy about you. but I know these feelings I have about you are wrong. Their not the way a boy should feel shame swallows me whole just writing these words.

My father would kill me but I can't hide in his shadow forever I just"

I scribble out the rest not being able to read anymore without vomiting out of disgust and fear. My heart is pounding inside my chest and echoes in my brain, nervous my teacher would break her promise. 

I wait until everyone's left and it's just me and her in the class. I walk up to her desk gripping the letter in my hands.

"Travis that letter was beautiful" she smiles placing her hands on her dress.

"Tell anyone and I swear to god" I cut myself off when I see her face. She backed away from me and looks as though she's sad. I'm just like my father, using my words and actions to scare people into silence. 

"Just don't tell anyone okay" her face relaxes and she nods. 

God, I'm such a f@g; I can't even stand up to a woman. Who am I kidding? In my eyes women are the strongest people on this earth, they have to put up with men and pretend to like it. I wish I could be normal and marry a woman one day. Show her true love. Give her everything my mother never got. I won't wish, I will. 

4th-period math. He's there. His face is hidden behind that mask of his but that can't hide his personality or his silky beautiful hair. Fuck. 

I sit in front of him so I don't have to look at him, But the images of him are burned in the back of my eyes. I could recall every last detail about his stupid mask and his stupid hair. Our teacher passes out the test and I quickly finish, not sure if I got any questions right and sneak a peek at him. He's sleeping. He looks so perfect, At true peace. No. Rage fills my body. He's the reason I'm like this. He's just another fairy who leads good men like me to lifes of sin and despair. I just have to get past this time in my life and di will reach eternal holiness

After class, I see him and his f@ggy friends. I hate them. They get to be happy when I'm suffering because of them. 

As they walk by I just can't  help but comment  "hey freak"

He turns to me and his eyes look upset.

"Nobody likes a goody-two-shoes scaly face," I say, crossing my arms.

"Nobody likes a cliche bully Tra Davis" he says prolonging the a in my name just like I did his. 

Ash scoffs "don't you have something better to do?" Crossing her arms and rolling her eyes mocking me. I immediately stand straight. 

"Shut up bitch I wasn't talking to you" I spit. Her hatred for me is palpable

"You know if you took that stick out of your ass you may actually enjoy yourself for once." He pauses "Mabey make a friend or two" I don't have any friends, that's true but I won't let him talk to me that way.

"Fuck off F@got I have more friends than you'll ever have" I lie. The words burning my throat. It's a sin to lie.

"You kiss your daddy with that tongue I'm sure he-" Suddenly I'm out of my body watching myself in slow motion as I hit his stupid mask. Blood drips off the bottom of his mask onto the floor.Ash screams and it is all a blur. 

He didn't hit me back but I can feel tears swell in my eyes as I speed off to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I look pathetic. I didn't even get hit and I'm crying. My hair is starting to move from its designated spot. My eyes are red and swollen, one of them bruised. 

Fuck.

I pull the letter out of my pocket reading it over 3 or 4 times. I crumple it up and throw it in the trash as I make my way to the big stall.I slam It shut and lean against the wall sliding down until I'm on the floor. I hate that I feel this way. Tears welt in my eyes and fall from my face to the ground.The door opens and someone walks in. I wipe the tears from my face on my sweater

"Anyone in there" it's Sally's face.

"No duh fuckwad buzz off," I say sniffling.

"Travis, were you just crying a second  ago?" The truth is I was but why would I tell him that? Let him know what a weak sissy I am.

"No- I uh can't a guy have some privacy?" I say leaning my head against the wall 

"It's okay for you to have emotions" he breathes in this calming voice that sends shivers down my spine. I can hear him sliding down the wall to sit on the floor next to me. just the stall door dividing us.

"Yeah for queers just leave me alone all right?" I yell, wiping more tears from my face. 

"Why do you hate me so much?" God. I don't hate him at all, quite the opposite. But it's a sin. 

"Cause you and your friends are a bunch of homos! It's sick! God will never love you, why should I?" I spit looking at the door knowing on the other side is a boy who means no harm. 

"You know we're not all actually gay right? I mean except for Todd. Todd's super gay. but that's part of who he is and I think it's wonderful and it's part of who he is. He's one of the kindest people I know. How could anyone hate Todd?" And even if I wasn't a sin he's not gay.  

"Ugh" is all I can mutter without bursting into tears.

"Is your father pushing these beliefs on you?" He asks. I AM NOTHING LIKE MY FATHER! I think I will recover. 

"Just because my dad is a preacher doesn't mean he owns me! I'm my own person!" I exclaim out of breath. I'm angry and sad and confused.

He slips a piece of paper under the stall door. It's his address. I pick it up and read it over and over again. 

"If you ever wanna hang out.... Me and larry are always at the apartments" he says 

"I don't want this" I slip it back under the door but I've already memorized it.

"Whatever you say" he gets up and leaves the bathroom. 

After I've collected myself I get up and leave