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ashes-writing · 2 years

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twilight zone | ahs 1984 ; x. plympton

TAG LIST BABES || RULES + FANDOMS || GOT A QUESTION/HC REQUEST? || MASTERLIST POST

CHAPTERS ;

AUTHORS NOTES;

I feel like I never told anybody how much I loved the season 1984 from American Horror Story. Or Xavier. This whole yen to write for him rose earlier - around July tbh, and Idk, this might be a thing and it might not be a thing. We shall see. I do know I at least wanna attempt to squeeze some filth out of this before I call it quits but who knows where this one is going bc spoiler alert, it's not me. I do not know. This just came a while back and I found it in my drafts, thought I'd share.

I guess, what i'm saying here, if you wanna see more, you know what to do? Or not? Idek, man. Legit do not know how to feel about this one. On the one hand I love it, on the other hand me is scaredt.. Me is scaredt that this could turn real fuckin dark, real fuckin quick.

-Ashes

SUMMARY;

-- trapped at a haunted camp (portal to hell) to help rebuild it is not how you were planning to spend your Fourth of July week. But here you are. Might as well make the most of it, right?

aka, this is the one where you're helping prep to reopen Camp Redwood. But that's not gonna go horribly wrong... Right?

PAIRING;

Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader of vaguest descriptors if any.

WARNINGS;

not gonna lie or sugarcoat it. Sex, drugs, alcohol, a very toxic relationship with the ex who happens to also be present. possibly murder, idk yet.. for now, we'll just go with sex, dr*gs (we*d), alcohol and being trapped away from civilization with a very toxic ex. And Xavier. Xavier is his own warning, golden retriever murder boy he may be.

TAGLIST;

There is nobody on this one. If you'd like a tag, please click the link at the top of the post. I will be writing for 84 as well as other seasons.

OTHER STUFF;

Uh... This might get a little bit dark? If I keep going that is. If I keep going it could get dark. Read with caution. I'll be more descriptive in any future warnings for posts of this. I plan to write one more part, we'll see.Also, also.. setting is now, the year of our lord 2022.

“Tell me they’re not… No, no. They better not be reopening this hellhole.” Montana’s mumbled words draw Xavier’s attention away from where you stand, leaned against the side of a lifted SUV that was driven by some asshole in a muscle shirt with a backwards facing baseball cap. You’re upset and he’s not sure how he knows, he just knows. The asshole in the muscle shirt says something about you being in a bitchy mood and he yells out loud, making his way over to a similar lifted vehicle.

Xavier knew it was coming, that fucking real estate agent blew through the week before and there was lots of whispering and talk about rewriting the narrative, making Camp Redwood a happy place and when he’d heard it, he wanted to laugh until he cried because the fucking place is evil. Tainted.

“Are you even listening to me, Plympton?” Montana asks, nudging him in the side. But then she spots him staring in the distance and her gaze settles where his is fixed so intently. “You know what’ll happen, you fucking idiot.”

Xavier finally pulls his gaze off you and drags a hand over the back of his neck. “I wasn’t even thinking about it, okay? I’m not fucking stupid.”

Montana scoffs because somehow, she doesn’t believe him one bit. Of everyone trapped and doomed to spend their afterlife in Camp Redwood, Xavier has struggled the hardest.

She places a hand against his bicep. “Come on, doofus. Lets just get you away from temptation, yeah? Before you wind up mopey and heartbroken and shit.”

But then, just as he’s walking away, you catch sight of him. And you rub your eyes as if you’re seeing things. And you shake your head. Before Xavier can come to you, Montana’s grabbed hold of him and blipped him up into the cabin farthest up in the grounds. Away from the cabins below.

Lavinia Richter knits her brows in concern. “Oh dear. What’s wrong, sweet boy?”

Her son looks up at Xavier and shakes his head. “I heard ‘em too. Stay the hell out of sight, kid. I mean it. It’s for your own good and their safety. We’ll work harder t’ make sure that bastard Ramirez stays trapped and can’t roam as much as usual.”

“It’s only a week.” Ray speaks up from the doorway and Chet nods solemnly. “Lot can happen in a week, man. Didn’t take this shit we’re stuck in more than a day or two, remember?”

“Yeah, well.”

Down below, you’re wandering around. Trying to find the guy you thought you saw earlier. Trying to blow off steam because once again, Seth is being a complete prick. You spot the dock and the sunlight glinting off the water and it’s so hot that you can’t resist taking a dip.

You make your way down and shed your cutoffs and the tank top you’d been wearing and you dive into the cool water of the lake. When you resurface, you happen to catch sight of a rundown cabin off in the distance on a high slope. And you’re almost certain you’ve seen someone standing in the window. A woman with bright platinum hair.

From the dock, Seth yells out to you and you ignore him because you’re just not ready to deal with him yet, continuing to splash around in the lake instead. Seth strips down and dives in with you, popping up while your back is turned and you scream when he covers your eyes.

You’ve heard all the stories about this place. You’re not sure why you agreed to come out and rebuild it after hearing everything that went down. But here you are.

“Jesus Christ, Seth.”

He laughs and teases you. “Such a little baby.”

“Asshole.”

“Aw c’mon. Don’t tell me you believe that haunted camp bullshit like Colin and Phoebe.”

You don’t answer because you’re too busy scanning the shore because you’re almost positive you’ve seen the same guy you saw minutes after your arrival and you’re almost sure you saw him sitting on the shore. Staring at you intently. Like he’s watching you.

Seth is starting to get handsy, his usual trick of sex to make you forget whatever shitty thing he’s gone and done and you swat his hands away, giving him an irritated look. “Stop it, Seth. No.”

“Aw, c’mon, darlin. Nobody will ever know,” he mumbles as his finger trails over your panties just below the dark surface of the water and you try to squirm away, “All I have to do is pull your bottoms to the side.” he’s trying to kiss your neck and you finally shove him off.

“You didn’t just forget a date this time, asshole. You fucked our roommate. In our bed. Fuck off, Seth. We’re done.”

He throws up his hands and calls out calmly, “You say that until Captain Morgan gets involved, babe. You’ll be back. I’m the best you’ll ever have. You even said it yourself.”

“Fucking six seconds lasting motherfucker, I hate you.” you grumble under your breath as you hurry to re-dress and get as far away from Seth as you can manage.

In your annoyed huff you find yourself body to body with him.

The guy you’ve been catching glimpses of all day long. And he’s all sweet smiles and baby blues dancing over your body. Biting his lip.

“Can I help you, sir?” you ask, stepping away a little because he’s migrated closer to you.

Xavier sighs. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, kind of figured that one out for myself. Now I’m stuck and when I do leave, if I can’t get an Uber, I’m spending four hours trapped in that piece of shit over there,” you point to the jacked up SUV and continue as you rub your forehead, “With that piece of shit out in the water.”

Xavier shakes his head and it’s almost sad in a way because he’s just got a really, really weird feeling about the group of you showing up here. Now.

“None of you should be here.”

Your brow raises. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You can’t tell me you don’t know what the fuck you’ve walked into, kitten.” Xavier responds. Seth has caught sight of you both and he’s angry, heading straight for you.

“The fuck is this shit, huh?”

You grumble. You’re also clinging a little closer to his body and Xavier can’t help the way it overwhelms him. He’s been so long without some kind of physical touch. It’s driving him fucking insane. And you seem scared of the guy barrelling towards you both. Maybe more angry than afraid, but that fear is there and it’s got your eyes a little wild, a little bigger.

Xavier slips his arm around you and plasters on his best smirk.

“Gonna stop you now, meathead.” he speaks up, voice smooth and calm as silk and you can’t help but notice that somehow, it’s got you both a little wet and slightly afraid at the same time. Because there’s something dangerous in that voice and the way he’s smirking. “I’m taking your girl.”

Seth chuckles. “Mhm, right. You’re not even her type.”

You speak up before you can stop yourself. One wrong word and the asshole will abandon you out here in the middle of fuckin nowhere and you know it. He’s done it before.

And in that moment, you realize that you’re pathetic. You keep letting Seth sweet talk you and love bomb you until you’re back to the same vicious cycle and it’s been this way since at least junior year of high school. But you’re finally ready to call it quits. For good. Because he might’ve been an asshole up to this point but up to this point he hadn’t cheated on you. And then been callous enough that he didn’t bother hiding it after the fact.

And you weren’t going to take anymore of it.

“Actually, dipshit..” you speak up and Seth’s gaze settles on you. “Go on then, have your fun. Fuck this out of your system, get even with me.”

“We’re over this time, Seth. I’m being serious.” you respond. And it’s so calm that Seth looks just a little panicked. After he walks away to sulk, you take a few ragged breaths and collapse onto the bank. A hand thrown over your forehead. On the one hand, it feels as if you’ve lost his exact body weight in bullshit and baggage. On the other hand, you’ve managed to fuck yourself out of a way home at the end of the week.

Xavier stands there, arms folded. Gazing down at you.

“Are you okay, darlin?” he sinks down to sit beside you.

“I will be.. I think. I mean as soon as I fucking hitchhike four hours home at the end of the week.”

,, If you live til then.” Xavier thinks to himself solemnly.

You prop on your elbow and turn to the side, raising up to look at him. “Are you with Habitat?”

Xavier wants to tell you the truth but he knows that’ll do him no good just yet. Maybe in a day or two. After the usual weird shit happens and you all notice it and begin to panic and react accordingly. Then maybe you’ll at least listen to reason if he gets a little closer.

And he can tell himself this is his only plan, to keep you safe, but deep down, he knows it’s because he wants you. Not forever.

For now.

So when you repeat your question and he’s finally not distracted enough by your pillowy lips to answer, he flashes you his best charmers smirk. “Yeah.” he laughs. “I uh.. Signed up for it late.”

You smile and nod. “Awesome.” but in the back of your mind something feels off. Between the cryptic statement he made earlier and the dangerous vibe you're kind of picking up from him, something just feels off.

“My name is Xavier, by the way, darlin.” he introduces himself, chuckling because he’s been out of humanity for so long it’s as if he’s forgotten all the manners beaten into him at a young age. He stands and holds out a hand to help you up and warily, you take it.

Something about his name sounds familiar but you don’t say anything.

Because right now, you’re just grateful he got rid of Seth for you. And he seems like a nice guy, even though you can feel the danger as it radiates off of him.

But you’re on defensive right now.

Maybe you’re just being paranoid.. Right?

#xavier plympton #xavier plymton imagine #xavier plympton fanfiction #xavier plympton fanfic #xavier plympton x reader #xavier plympton x fem!reader

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missmewts · 2 years

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MASTERLIST+REQUESTING RULES

here you can find my masterlist, and the rules i have set in place when it comes to requesting a piece if writing

TABLE OF CONTENTS

AMERICAN HORROR STORY (30)

MARVEL (6)

STRANGER THINGS (3)

MARE OF EASTTOWN (3)

IT (3)

STARWARS (1)

PERCY JACKSON (1)

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (1)

THE BREAKFAST CLUB (3)

HEATHERS (2)

EUPHORIA (1)

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

playlists

suicidal-homicidal hotline//murder house

it may be friday the 13th, but its still friday//1984

tate langdon

headcanons

music//the evans

music//2//the evans

aesthetics//the evans

heights//the evans

the hunger games//the sarahs

hogwarts houses// the sarahs

positions//the sarahs

crush//the sarahs

ahs: red tide

prodigy//harry gardener

ahs: 1984

tourists//lavinia richter

social media// the counselors

ahs:apocalypse

congregation//michael langdon

ahs: cult

touch//kai anderson

untitled kai smut// kai anderson

bad dream, baby// kai anderson

member//kai anderson

white winter//winter anderson

ahs: roannoke

pretty//edward phillipe mott

ahs: hotel

maneater// the countess

discontinued kinktober blurbs//james march

ahs: freakshow

wed//dandy mott

ahs: coven

sloppy blow// kyle spencer

phone sex// kyle spencer

ahs: murder house

angelic//tate langdon

MARVEL

peter maximoff

safe//peter maximoff

safe//2//peter maximoff

thigh riding//peter maximoff

adrenaline//peter maximoff

james “bucky” barnes

drown//bucky barnes

tony stark

tired//tony stark

dadneto

period//dadneto

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson

eddie my love//eddie munson

dork//eddie munson

robin buckley

one in the same// robin buckley

steve harrington

upside down//steve harrington

miscellaneous

truth or dare//the fruity four

MARE OF EASTTOWN

colin zabel

puppy//colin zabel

daddy//colin zabel

collar//colin zabel

IT (2017, 2019, 1990)

headcanons

the losers headcanons

richie tozier

problem//richie tozier

stan uris

tunnel of love//stan uris

STAR WARS

leia organa

beautiful//leia organa

PERCY JACKSON/HEROES OF OLYMPUS

nico di angelo

noodle duel//nico di angelo

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

headcanons

insomnia//the umbrella academy

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

headcanons

sick//the breakfast club

daddy issues//the breakfast club

affection//the breakfast club

HEATHERS

jason dean

daddy issues//jd

desensitized//jd

EUPHORIA

maddy perez

friends//maddy perez

I WRITE FOR…

american horror story

IT (2017, 2019, 1990)

stranger things

marvel

scream queens

the walking dead

the umbrella academy

mare of easttown

gorillaz

percy jackson/ heroes of olympus

ms. peregrine’s home for peculiar children (the novels)

they both die at the end (novel)

heathers

mean girls

clueless

the perks of being a wallflower

love simon

ferris bueller’s day off

the breakfast club

back to the future

harry potter

star wars

disney

CHARACTERS I DO NOT WRITE FOR…

oliver threadson

mutt nutter

chef bertie

belch huggins

thanos

murdoc niccals

any of the olympians

draco malfoy

voldemort

palpatine

MY ART MASTERLIST

american horror story

tate langdon

zoe benson

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huangchechin · 2 months

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19658868622/Lavinia Meijer: Winter

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sonyclasica · 3 months

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LAVINIA MEIJER

WINTER

Sony Classical se complace en anunciar el lanzamiento de un nuevo álbum de LAVINIA MEIJER, una artista musical y compositora pionera y apasionante, y una de las arpistas más importantes de su generación. Winter es la culminación de un proyecto de un año de duración que se inspira en el cambio de las estaciones y en el efecto que el cambio climático está teniendo en ellas.

Consíguelo AQUÍ

El álbum, que saldrá a la venta el 2 de febrero de 2024, incluye dos nuevas composiciones de MEIJER junto a interpretaciones de obras de, entre otros, Max Richter, Philip Glass y Nils Frahm, y colaboraciones con la violinista Nadia Sirota, el conjunto Wishful Singing y Alma Quartet.

La idea de Winter surgió hace más de un año, cuando un fragmento de música sobrante del último disco de MEIJER Are You Still Somewhere? titulado "Open Window" y escrito durante la pandemia, le trajo, dice, una nueva inspiración: sobre el invierno, el frío y esos días especiales que pasas con tu familia. "Lo escribí con la esperanza de poder 'viajar' yo misma, pero también para que los oyentes pudieran viajar en su propia mente a otros lugares. Lugares en los que no podían estar físicamente. Se convirtió en algo muy simbólico de toda aquella época".

La "frialdad" de los encierros pandémicos, y los inviernos en los que se producían, se convirtieron en un tema; también la idea de la gente separada físicamente, y la naturaleza "asfixiante" de la alienación en la sociedad. Relacionar esto con el cambio de las estaciones, y el efecto del cambio climático, era una extensión natural, y así MEIJER empezó a investigar intuitivamente y a recopilar obras. Algunas no las había escuchado nunca; otras, le había costado adaptarlas al arpa. El resultado, que relacionaba los títulos y los estados de ánimo con una estación del año, era un círculo completo, conceptual y ordenado de lanzamientos: dos sencillos "de invierno" hace un año, seguidos de tres EPs de cuatro pistas para primavera, verano y otoño. Y ahora Winter, un disco completo de 18 obras.

"Para mí, Winter no es solo frío, sino también largos periodos de resistencia. Así que las canciones que compuse para este disco tienen versos largos, y profundizan en esta estación", dice. También son muy personales; el segundo movimiento de "Open Window" se basa en una conocida canción popular de Corea, su país natal. Por lo demás, las obras de otros compositores famosos encajaron a la perfección: Freezing", de Philip Glass, maravillosamente enriquecida por el conjunto de canto acapella Wishful Singing, y "Amethyst", del compositor holandés Reyer Zwart y Alma Quartet, sobre una transformación metafórica en piedra preciosa.

Incluso con el tono y la temática de las obras y composiciones destacadas -y con la forma en que MEIJER quiso abrir "los tonos oscuros del arpa, porque sin ellos no se oyen tan nítidamente los más claros"-, Winter no es triste ni melancólico. De hecho, todo lo contrario. "Quiero que el oyente se sienta vivo, y que la música dé lugar a una mayor conciencia de todo lo que le rodea y de la belleza que existe en el mundo", afirma. "Quiero que se sientan inspirados".

Winter Tracklist

Max Richter

1 The Departure from the soundtrack to The Leftovers

Sergei Rachmaninoff

2 Nuncdimittis

from All-Night Vigil op. 37

Reyer Zwart

3 Amethyst

feat. Alma Quartet

Lambert

4 As Ballad

Franz Schubert / Lavinia Meijer

5 A Winter Interlude

Lavinia Meijer

Open Window

6 Part I

7 Part II

8 Part III

Erik Satie

9 Danse de travers No. 2: Passer

from Pièces froides

Nils Frahm

10 Over There, It’s Raining

Georges Ivanovich Gurdjieff / Thomas de Hartmann

11 Song of the Fisherwomen

Philip Glass / Foday Musa Suso

12 The Orchard

from the soundtrack toThe Screens

feat. Nadia Sirota

Benjamin Britten

13 Corpus Christi Carol

Ólafur Arnalds

14 Lag fyrir Ömmu

feat. Alma Quartet

Lavinia Meijer

15 Tomorrowday

Philip Glass

16 Freezing

Lyrics: Suzanne Vega

feat. Wishful Singing

Lavinia Meijer harpa

#Lavinia Meijer

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estherattarmachanek · 2 years

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@volkstheaterwien DER WÜRGEENGEL – #derwürggeengl EL ÁNGEL EXTERMINADOR frei nach dem gleichnamigen Film von Luis Buñuel #Regie Sebastian Baumgarten @studio.baumgarten Donnerstag, 20. Oktober 2022 | 19:30 Uhr / 2 Std. 30 Min. Mit: Andreas Beck, Elias Eilinghoff, Claudio Gatzke, Frank Genser, Evi Kehrstephan, Lavinia Nowak, Nick Romeo Reimann, Julia Franz Richter, Gitte Reppin, Uwe Rohbeck, Friederike Tiefenbacher Bühne: Tobias Rehberger / Kostüm: Christina Schmitt Video: Philipp Haupt /Musik: Robert Lippok Dramaturgie: Henning Nass, Matthias Seier Mi 02.11.2022 | 19:30 Uhr / Sa 12.11.2022 | 19:30 Uhr / 2 Std. 30 Min. So 18.12.2022 | 18 Uhr Arthur-Schnitzler-Platz 1, A-1070 Wien https://www.volkstheater.at/produktion/933245/der-wuergeengel-el-angel-exterminador/1324700 (hier: Volkstheater Wien) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjtjuP1NXRf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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— hold me into the new dawn

requested by anon: Would you be able to write something sad/hurt/comfort with Doris Gardner?

summary: after surviving provincetown, you are left with the night terror’s that comes with it, luckily you have doris to bring you back to safety.

pairing: doris gardner x female reader

word count: 1300

a/n: pretend harry isn’t in this gif🥴

It was the trembling bed that woke Doris up. Whimpers echoed against the silent four walls but the sound was loudest beside her. She heard her name being called somewhere between the cries and pleads but she could not pin point the rest.

Her eyes fully adjusted to the darkened room. She leaned up onto her elbows, and to the moonlight seeping through the curtains, it illuminated your distressed body.

Your movements only got stronger, harsher, the longer it went on. Doris’s chest was overwhelmed and riddled with anxiety. When you loudly whimpered out her name once more, your body greatly shook and she decided that she could not leave you like this.

“Y/n!” She said but her voice did not pass a mere whisper. She lightly shook you but to no avail. “Y/n, honey!” Her voice grew louder, the hands shaking your body becoming far more hastier.

The torture had finally ended, but she wasn’t sure that it was from her own doing. You shot up in bed, chest heaving and face beat red from the fight you’ve put up without even being conscious.

Your eyes frantically searched the room, looking for Doris everywhere except for the once place you typically knew she would be. Finally, you looked beside you, emotion crashed over you face when you saw the pure concern on her own.

“D— Doris,” you sobbed, and your face completely crumbled into your hands. She immediately took action, wrapping her arms around your body, so fragile in the moment. “I— I thought you died!”

You fell back into her embrace. Her sweet scent of vanilla filled you up. You could feel Doris’s stomach rise and fall as she took each breath but you just refused to believe that the woman’s pulse was still pulsing and that her lungs were still inflating, deflating, with air. The night terror had been so real that you hardly believe that your girlfriend holding you is truly there.

“It was just a bad dream, sweetie,” she whispered in your ear. The blonde woman brushed her fingers through your hair to calm you, gently untangling the knots that your erratic movements had caused. “I’m here. I’m right here with you. It’s over now.”

Doris softly shushed you, whispering the sweetest of nothings in your ear. It hadn’t been the first time this had occurred, but certainly the most terrifying. Ever since you and Doris had moved back home after Provincetown, you had awful night terrors. What you and Doris had went through and saw had scarred you.

You nuzzled your head into Doris’s neck, attempting to protect yourself from the outside. She let her hands drop to your back, sneaking under your shirt to lightly scratch the skin there. She could feel your rapid breaths from beneath her finger tips. It concerned her. “Breathe, honey. Deep breaths, in and out. You’re safe now.”

You picked up a piece of her long, silky hair, twirling it between your fingers to distract yourself while you follow her instructions.

She pulls you back and cups your cheeks with her cold hands, staring into your eyes with a gentle smile and scrunched nose. It’s nearly impossible to not smile back when she gives you that face, she knows it too. You advert your eyes elsewhere to avoid your own blush.

She places her forehead against yours; it causes you to look back at her. Her skin against yours somewhat grounds you. “Ready? Breathe in four.”

You comply, breathing in for four beats with your girlfriend.

“Hold four.” Doris taps her thumb four times on your cheek to counts along with the seconds.

“And out eight.”

You finally release a long breath. Doris keeps her forehead firmly against yours and you keep your eyes down in shame. You woke her up in the middle of the night for this. You felt horrible.

“Tea and some fresh air?” Doris says, rather than asks. She knows you need to breathe your own air. To have something other than this stuffy room to relax and calm you.

The walk downstairs was all too quick. For the majority of it, you kept your eyes shut and head down on Doris’s chest. You were still shaken up, frightened that the pale men would grab you from her reach.

Doris stops when you walk by the kitchen. "I'm gonna make you some tea, sweetheart. Go head out to the front porch."

You whine and grips Doris’s arm even tighter. You feel like a child but you simply do not want to be alone right now. She sighs but completely understands. “Alright. Come on,”

Doris brings you into the kitchen with her. She turns on the light and the brightness has you both squinting at such a late hour. The house is silent besides the tea pouring into the ceramic mug. Your girlfriend listens to your breathing to make sure you’re steady. You listen to Doris’s breathing to make sure that it was truly just a nightmare and she is, in fact, alive and well.

Doris then, with a steamy mug in one hand and your shaky hand in the other, walks out onto the porch. It's foggy out and there's no cars on the road. It feels like a fever dream that neither of you want to wake up from.

You both sit down on two chairs that are right beside the door. She hands you your tea, although worried that you’ll spill it with shaky hands.

You don’t spill it. You don’t drink it either. You simply stare into the mug as if there was a film playing on it. You stare so intently like it's the most interesting thing.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Doris suddenly asks, and for a moment, the silent streets make her sound so loud. Like the entire world can hear. But it’s only the two of you. It has only ever been the two of you.

Your lip trembles and you refuse to look up. A tear drop falls into your tea instead. You want to place the mug down and lunge herself into Doris, but you can't. You’re stuck.

“I— I don’t know. I’m just so scared, I almost lost you back in that hell town. I don’t want that to ever happen again. Doris, I need you in my life. I— I—,” you begin to uncontrollably sob again, so much that you lose your train of thought.

Doris shushes you and she places your mug down on the small table for you too.

"I'll never leave you," She grabs both of your hands, holding them in hers. "Never. Do you hear me, honey? They’re gone. It’s over. And now i’ll be here for the rest of our life. I promise.”

You finally crumble. Doris catches you and she lightly tugs you onto her on her lap. "All that matters..." She puts your hand onto her own chest. "Is this." She guides your fingers along her beating heart. You subconsciously traces a heart onto the soft flesh.

"And this" Doris taps her own free fingers against

your chest. She can feel your heart finally beating slower, at a less concerning rate than it was just a few minutes ago. "And they're both still beating. They'll still be beating for years and years from now, alright?"

You nodded, and then put your ear against Doris’s chest. You contently listened to the thumping sound. The pattern never once faltering. You would listen to it over and over until it put you to sleep just like a lullaby would for a child.

Doris sat there, awake, holding you protectively incase of another scare. But she was certain that wouldn't happen again, because your subconscious could hear the beating of her heart against your ear. This time, she is real, she is alive, she is here with you.

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