#thank you again hallie oh my fucking god

[matbaynton]

Mat Baynton in YONDERLAND: BEHIND THE SCENES (Season Two)

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter 4: Friends

Word count: 3k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, a little angst, fluff, Mickey being a dick, (obviously) Mickey being sweet, flashbacks to Stu, brief mention of death

The smut is COMING I promise, I’m just fleshing it out. This fic is immensely fun to write, so I’m fr bashing out the chapters but it’s so so enjoyable I can’t seem to stop myself. Thank you again to @bisexual-horror-fan for editing and beta reading this for me. I know the extremely subtle reference to Stu and Billy hit! Kisses dude love ya!!

Gotta include the moodboard you made for me in this chapter because it’s fucking chefs kiss.

⬆️⬆️THIS. THIS IS THE VIBE⬆️⬆️

I’d never been this hungover in my entire life, my head is pounding as if a marching band is walking around the perimeter of my skull.

I groggily forced my eyes open only to recoil under the comforter at the harsh light streaming in through the windows with a low groan. Fuck the light, fuck me for not closing the curtains, fuck alcohol.

But especially fuck Mickey.

It took longer than it should have for me to realise I wasn’t in my own dorm. Once I finally resurfaced from beneath the sheets I took in my surroundings, blinking rapidly at the familiar dorm that didn’t belong to me. The posters littering the walls, the small figurines on the desk and I glanced down, noticing the Star Wars image on the comforter and frowned a little, lifting a hand to rub my eyes.

“Morning!”

I jumped, hand clutching the side of my throbbing head as my eyes settled on Randy’s goofy smiling face. He was holding out a cup of coffee for me, but he lowered it a little when he saw I was staring at him with a look of horror, mouth agape.

“Oh, God. What- what am I doing here, Randy?” I asked weakly. My voice sounded hoarse and raspy and I flinched at the sound of it, eyes darting down to my body quickly, hands pulling the blanket back to see I was not in fact naked. Thank God I was still dressed in my jeans and crop top I was wearing last night.

Randy chuckled a little, placing the steaming mug on his bedside table before sitting on the edge of his bed. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I found you last night throwing back shots with a couple of frat bros and decided it was time to take you home but you told me you didn’t want to be alone so I just brought you back here. I assumed it was safer than any of your other options and you clearly didn’t want to stick around Hallie and Sidney’s.” He stopped, eyes scanning over my face before he jerked a thumb behind him to his sofa which was covered over with a rumpled blanket and a pillow, “See? I slept on the couch.”

I relaxed a little, sighing in relief which made him roll his eyes. “Damn, D. Would you really be so disgusted if we hooked up?” He placed a hand over his chest in mock offence.

“Yes and you’d be too.” I said, reaching forward to nudge his shoulder which made him laugh again and nod his head in agreement.

I grabbed the coffee off the table, leaning back against his headboard and closed my eyes.

“Wanna talk about whatever happened with Mickey?” He asked hesitantly.

“I didn’t tell you?” I mumbled into the mug, glancing up at him as he shook his head before replying, “You weren’t really making a lot of sense. You kept shouting about a ‘Stupid blonde slut’ and that you were going to, ‘Kill that stupid fucking mouse’ but I didn’t get much from that.” For every quote his fingers came up in quotations and I rolled my eyes, unable to stop from smiling.

I shook my head before telling him, “It doesn’t matter. I’m not really sure if I really saw what I thought I did anyway, I was pretty drunk.”

“Pretty drunk? I had to brush your teeth for you, Dahlia.” Randy shivered as if the memory haunted him and I shoved his shoulder, scoffing at him before taking his hand with my free one, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. “Thank you for taking care of me, Rand.” I said softly.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth bashfully, his cheeks flushing just slightly, “You don’t have to thank me, Dahlia. What are friends for?”

Before I left Randy’s I fixed my hair in his bathroom, giving up at the lousy attempt and rifling through my backpack for something to cover it with. For reference, my hair is dark, thick and curly, waving down to the middle of my back. I pulled out one of my favourite bandannas; maroon and patterned with flowers, with a relieved flourish and placed it over my head biker style, staring at my reflection.

God, I looked like shit.

Randy enjoyed teasing me for my quote “rustic bohemian” sense of style whilst Sidney absolutely adored it, constantly telling me as much. During my depressed period the upkeep on my fashion sense has faltered and I practically lived in sweats and oversized T-shirts that belonged to my dad, but I made the decision that when I went to college, if I wanted everyone to think I was truly getting better I’d have to act and dress like it. So for me, I was back in my comfort zone. But right now, it really didn’t look like it. Even in my favourite outfit, my brown and white soft striped cropped jumper and my cargo pants, I still looked horrifically hungover.

I quickly splashed some water over my face, stole some of Randy’s deodorant before pecking him goodbye on the cheek at his door, eager to get back to my own dorm to shower and change.

And who should appear as though from thin air?

“Walk of shame?”

I yelped, practically jumping out of my skin as I spun around seeing Mickey leaning against the wall of Randy’s building, toying with his video camera in his hands.

“Fuck off.” I snapped, turning back round to get as far away from him as possible. He caught up with me easily in just a few strides and I internally groaned. What the fuck was this guys problem?

“So you’re fucking Meeks? Guess that shouldn’t come to any surprise really.” I didn’t look at him as he spoke, I didn’t want to properly dignify such a ridiculous claim instead just replying with, “What do you care?”

“I don’t, really. Just think you can do better.”

I stopped so quickly he took a few more steps ahead before turning around and looking at me. Fuck, he looked good. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt and black pants, his dark hair ruffled and messy as though he’d been running his hands through it.

Or as though some girl had been running her hands through it.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Go bother your girlfriend instead.” I was too tired, too hungover to put any emotion in my voice, looking at him blankly. He frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at me before asking, “What girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms tightly across my chest and gripping my elbows, “Blonde girl? Under you last night? C’mon Mickey it’s been all of less than twelve hours.”

A smile played on the corners of his mouth as his eyebrows rose, his finger tapping against the side of his camera, “She wasn’t my girlfriend. Just some girl I fucked.”

I couldn’t stop the disgusted expression from taking over my face as I stared at him, “Oh, nice.” I muttered, “Aren’t you just charming.”

“I try.” He said cockily, shrugging his shoulders as he pointed, “It’s cute that you're jealous though.”

A surprised laugh burst through my lips and I shook my head, hands coming up to run over my face as I managed to get out, “Jealous? You think I’m jealous? You’re the one who lied to Sidney about wanting to apologise to me for being a jackass and trying to kiss me so I’d walk in and see you screwing some girl.”

His smile faltered slightly, arms dropping to his sides with his camera still clutched between his fingers, “Ah yeah, that. I guess I can be a bit of a jackass, huh?”

“More than a bit.” I muttered under my breath, starting to walk again. He walked beside me easily and I glanced at his face. He looked deep in thought, hands brought back in front of him as he played with his camera before he spoke again after about thirty seconds, “Sorry about that.”

“Hm?” I hummed as though I didn’t hear him.

He stifled a smile as he sighed, head tipping back a little, “I’m sorry about that. That was a fucked up thing to do. I just… I don’t know, I’m not used to rejection. Suppose I don’t take it well.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” I scoffed and saw him smile down at me from the corner of my eye.

Damn him.

“Can I confess something to you?”

His tone made me look up at him in surprise, he sounded almost… Nervous? At this point I was so used to him being arrogant, confident and just a downright dick it completely caught me off guard.

“I guess?” I replied suspiciously.

“You have some kind of effect on me, Dahl. I don’t quite understand it to be honest. So yeah, when you physically fucking recoiled I assumed I read the signals wrong. So I kinda wanted to test it, you know? See how you would react if you saw me fucking some chick.” He spoke so candidly as though this was completely normal and average behaviour. Could he really not see that it wasn’t?

We were outside my building at this point and I paused, leaning against the cool brick and looking up at him, saying as softly as I could muster, “You know that’s not like… Normal, right? You could have just spoken to me.”

He looked thoughtful for a second as he nodded his head, eyes meeting mine. “Okay, I’ll talk to you. You wanna fuck?”

My eyes widened and I laughed in surprise. He was grinning at me cheekily, dimples pronounced in his cheeks and it didn’t falter as I laughed, only grew wider.

“No I don’t want to fuck you, Mickey.” I said once I stopped laughing, cheeks heating up a little before I continued, “But why don’t we start trying to be friends.”

He cocked his head to the side, smile shrinking just a little, “You wanna be my friend?”

“You said it yourself, we’re going to be around each other a lot. We might as well try. Besides, if you’re good enough for Sidney you’re good enough for me.” I held out my hand and his eyes dropped to it before looking back at my face, looking deeply amused by my formality as he asked, “Really? A handshake? What is this a fucking job interview?”

I looked down at my hand and back to him pointedly and he rolled his eyes, another smile stretching across his face as he took my hand and shook it gently, squeezing it softly. Mickey’s hand was calloused and rough. An unfamiliar but welcome warmth spread through my chest as he touched me, his eyes looking down into mine with a strange kind of affection.

The contact lingered a couple of seconds longer than necessary before I gently withdrew my hand, dropping it at my side.

“Okay, so we’re friends. That entails not fucking girls in my best friends bed and tricking me into watching it, alright?”

“Ah damn, we can’t build a foundation off of that? Not much of a voyeur, huh?” He teased and I shook my head, leaning up from the wall and pulling my keys from my jacket pocket before unlocking the door.

“Yeah, no. I’ll see you around, Mick.” I froze for a second before continuing, “-ey. Mickey.” I corrected myself quickly, wanting the ground to swallow me up.

He laughed again, holding up his hands. “Call me Mickey if you want, I’m not going to stop calling you Dahl.”

I smiled over my shoulder at him, finally pushing the door open and stepping inside.

“Wait, Dahl?”

I turned around, Mickey reached out and kept the door propped open with his hand just by my head. He stood right over me, so close and I noticed he smelled incredible, like spices and vanilla. His scent filled my nose and made my head spin and I subtly leaned against the door so I wouldn’t fucking fall as I breathed, “Mm?” Not at all trusting my voice.

He seemed to notice my little head rush and seemed to openly completely relish in knowing he had this effect on me as he leaned just a touch closer before he spoke, “I didn’t get the chance to say last night, but you looked hot. But honestly, I think you should wear the bandana more often, it suits you.”

I know I blushed, I know my cheeks completely stained pink as he glanced at them, his smile turning cocky as he pushed himself off the door and it swung closed as I stepped back, leaving me standing in the stairwell completely bewildered.

How the fuck did he do that, have this kind of instant effect on me? I’d never experienced this level of attraction to anybody before and I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself.

I’d never slept with anyone before. I hadn’t even fooled around and never really had time to do anything to myself. These feelings were just as endearing as they were confusing but at the moment, I wasn’t ready to explore them, right?

I thought about it as I walked up the seemingly endless stairwell to my dorm. Was this something I’d simply been putting off and making excuses for? I didn’t date in High School, too focused on school and life to even look at people in that way. Stu used to endlessly tease me for it, finding it truly hilarious that I was, at the time, seventeen and still hadn’t slept with anyone.

“What are you waiting for, D?” He’d teased, poking me in the ribs as I sat cross legged with him on his couch. I laughed, slapping his hands away from me before the guaranteed tickle fight began. Our respective parents were out of town yet again so we’d decided I’d stay over at the Machers instead of sitting home by myself for the weekend. I much preferred this anyway, Stu was more like a brother than a cousin to me.

“Stop fucking doing that you fucking ass.” I kicked out my foot but he caught it quickly, laughing as he pushed it down before continuing, “Seriously, Dahlia. What’s with the hold up?”

“You know what Stu, I don’t think I want to talk to my cousin about how I haven’t had sex yet. It’s creepy.”

Stu scoffed at me, leaning back on the couch and rolling his eyes, “Oh, please. That’s not why you don’t wanna talk about it.”

I leaned toward him and shoved his shoulder and he grabbed it in mock pain.

“No but seriously, I’m getting a bad rap. Why are you putting this off?” Stu seemed genuinely curious, fingers tapping on the upholstery of the arm of the sofa as he spoke.

I sighed, deciding to give in and tell him so he’d just let it go, “I’m not putting it off. I just… I want it to be with the right person, you know?” I spoke shyly, eyes dropping to my lap.

“Awe, how sweet and boring is that!” Stu teased but his eyes were still affectionate, “You want my advice?”

“Trust me Stu, I really really don’t.”

He ignored me, starting to talk again before I even finished my sentence, “Stick to that. Stick with your gut and wait till you find someone you really care about.”

I glanced up at him, seeing an expression on his face I hadn’t seen before as I asked softly, “Sounds like you wish you’d waited for a certain someone, huh?”

Stu smiled halfheartedly at me with a small upturn on his shoulders.

“Is it who I think it is?” I asked gently.

He nodded his head with a sigh, picking at the loose fabric of the arm of the couch, “Yeah, it’s who you think. You’re right for wanting to wait, trust me. Because man, when you find that person? Fuck, nothing else matters.”

By the time my little trip down memory lane was over I had finally made my way into my dorm and was relieved to discover my roommate wasn’t home. Karla was a nice enough girl, but I’d always found small talk insufferable and we just didn’t have the kind of relationship where talking came easy so I just hadn’t bonded with her the five months I’d been living with her. Lucky for me, my classes were in the morning and hers were in the afternoon and more often than not she would stay out at her boyfriend's off campus apartment so I pretty much had the place to myself.

I dropped my bag on the bed and walked to the bathroom, stripping off on my way and popping my clothes in my hamper by the door. I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and had to do a double take.

I didn’t look at all like myself, or at least the version of myself I’d grown accustomed to looking like.

My cheeks were flushed and my lips were upturned in a smile, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

The thing that was most surprising was my eyes. They looked bright, lively and almost wild. I hadn’t seen myself look this way in forever and it caught me completely off guard.

I spent a lot of time faking being happy, mainly to appease friends and my parents but now? There was nothing artificial about the way I looked.

I looked happy.

Usually even if I happened to be in a good mood, reminiscing about past conversations with Stu brought me down and crushed me all over again. As my reflection stared back at me in the mirror I realised for the first time since Woodsbro thinking about him didn’t make me depressed, it didn’t make me wish I in fact stayed dead.

Thinking of that playful conversation made me realise how right Stu was. I never wanted to make the same mistake he made, I was one of the only people that knew what he was hiding from everyone and although this was different, I knew that that memory didn’t pop into my head out of nowhere.

I didn’t know Mickey well, we were just starting to become friends after all. But I hadn’t felt this happy, this content for far too long, if ever.

I touched the corners of my eyes as I looked at my reflection as I thought, maybe he was the right person?

Chapter Five HERE

[hatsunerandal]

part two of playlist analysis!!

pt 1 <;-

lets get right back into it!!

moving in place - shauna dean cokeland hc that lockwood was pretty fucking reckless after jess dies-before george showed up and did. very dangerous things.

summertime sadness - lana del rey just before lucy left, at the door, lockwood trying to get her not to leave.

star shopping - lil peep (for more context, i have a slight obsession with the stars and the stars mean more than the world to me) SHES LOCKWOODS STARS SHES LOCKWOODS STARS SHES LOCKWOODS STARS WAILS SOBS SCREAMS SHOUTS ARFURFSDFJGK

scott pilgrim vs my gpa - mom jeans ...am i allowed ot say lockwoodcore again.

cherry wine - hozier GOT ANOTHER HOZIER SONG BOYS. its so soft. theyre sitting in bed at night after a particularly bad panic attack and lucy is stroking his hair as cherry wine plays. 

brian is the most beautiful - memo boy sleepy trance-ish vibe sort of thing dont ask idk it just. vibes

over population at the end of everything is less of a worry, haha ('a letter to you' from mother 3') - no love in the house of gold idk sad vibes you do with this what you want.

wasteland, baby - hozier OMOMWOMWOWOMOWOMOMWM beloved theyre so cute and in love shes brushing his hair as they get ready in the morning they are in love.

cdbaby <3 - chloe moriondo i had too. lockwood bumping ts the first night lucy is there and george is telling him to stfu bc hes to loud and its 10 pm.

el manana - gorillaz more lockwood being sad bc lucy is gone :(

november has come - gorillaz tbh this one should be in a george playlist i just feel like hed like this song

i really wanna stay at your house - rosa walton, hallie coggins locklyle reminds me so much of lucy and david (cyberpunk edgerunners) so they get the lucy/david song <3

luna moth - maya hawke lucy feels like shes ruined the group dynamic after she joined the company :(

tongues & teeth - the cranewives oh lordy lord lord i have many words to say and none of them will be coherent. EORROUFUFH this is such a lockwood song you dont understand hes so afraid of being close to people. hes horrible afraid of letting lucy in because hes afraid kipps is right and she'll leave. hes so afriad i love him dearly hes so me (im projecting) 

tv - billie eilish god lucy feels so useless and worthless. she ruined the teams dynamic as soon as she showed up. the repetition of 'maybe im the problem' at the end is her talking to herself in the shower

something in the orange - zach bryan god theyre so stupid and sad i love them i miss them dearly thats all u get thank u  genesis - grimes they are walking around at night. they should not be. genesis ensues. great - mccafferty uh oh mccafferty time be prepared (i do not support nick!!) god this song is so lockwood hes so insecure and sad. he thinks hes alone. PLOT TWIST lucy is outside his door also crying because she can hear his cries. throat - mccafferty mmm what if i just [hands lockwood (slight) substance abuse problems] kill me for this if youd like but i just. i think he. gasoline. - mccafferty song told from lucy's pov, why you ask? 'when your sister died/that changed everything' HRMST unforgiveable curse #3 - mccafferty 'im useless without her/i hope that i dissolve' LOCKWOOD YOU SILLY MOTHER FUCKER YOU ARE VALUED BY MORE PEOPLE THAN JUST LUCY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD cotton candy - mccafferty 'im so lovely/at making destructive decisions' the entirety of l&co ^ graveyard - mccafferty idk why just. lucy after the teams death vibes (the team being the team in her home town w norrie and thems. witchcraft - mccafferty ok ik the song. is not fluffy vibes but idk idk it just gives me fluffy locklyle cuddle vibes dont ask why because i am unable to answer. lights are on - tom rosenthal oh my god just imagine lucy walking past portland row after she left, staring into lockwoods window. hes there too. its to dark for her to see him but they make eyecontact before she briskly turns and walks in the other direction and lockwood just starts crying. cocaine jesus - rainbow kitten surprise same thing as lights are on maybe a slightly different font maybe its george who knows [shrug] sweet tooth - maya hawke bfs, even gfs if you will (yes im talking about a technically het couple, what about it?) mike walton - basement version - adjust the sails hrmrhrhff lockwood sitting in the basement pretending to be filing things WRONG hes crying :) romantic homicide - d4vd LITERALLY JUST THE FIRST LINE IS SO LOCKWOOD 'im scared/feels like you dont care' LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD thats all u get ty call it fate, call it karma - the strokes 'can i waste your time here on the sidewalk?' KIPPS THAT YOU??? nah this song is lockwood watching kipps and lucy talk on the sidewalk and is just like ??????????WHAT bathtub - the front bottoms YOU WILL NOT tell me this isnt anthony lockwood. you cant. i will go more in depth of this anyone asks. i mean anyone a single person can be slightly interested and i will do it. car lights - james marriott oh how fittes at 50 ball of them. i will not elaborate jim bogart - the front bottoms 'i would sleep better on your floor than i would ever in my bed' alright lockwood PACK IT UP YOU PATHETIC SIMP stupid for you - waterparks this time its LUCY being a simp PLOT TWIST lockwood may be a pathetic man but lucy is a pathetic woman they are so cute together my little squishy scrungles dark beach - pastel ghost hes sleeping on her chest and shes calmly braiding his hair fight me theyre so cute i love them riptide - vance joy yea i added riptide what about it. theyre so in love i love them theyre so cute sobs hes so in love shes so in love theyre so <33333 kids - mgmt GUESS WHAT ITS ANOTHER SONG ABOUT THEM BEING CHILDREN IN A TERRIBLE WORKPLACE tire swing - kimya dawson cozy breakfast vibes. lucy is singing lockwood and george are whistling. george is also cooking because lockwood isnt trusted near an oven after the careless whisper incident the 30th - billie eilish yall. yall remember when lockwood got shot. yea that. no surprises - radiohead is this self explanatory. orbitron - duster guess whos having a breakdown? ITS LUCY THIS TIME MF MWAHAHHAHAH. she is breaking down in the shower. oopsie. part 3 coming shortly :)

[ljfoxie]

⛔⛔⛔More Lou/Hallie/Shawn & offspring spoilers!⛔⛔⛔

“Hi Uncle Lou, who’s this?”

“Rorie honey this your Uncle Lou’s long lost son, Jared!”

“Oh!”

“Nice to meet you Jared, I’m Rorie!”

“Just keep your eyes above her neck kid, I’m watching you!”

“Dad! Ugh, ignore him, he’s got a God complex!”

“I have not!”

“Ohhh, Hals, baby doll have you got anything to eat? I’m starving!”

“What’s new Uncle Lou!”

“Rorie honey, why don’t you keep Jared company while your Uncle Lou and I do some business, huh?”

“Sure dad!”

“So, how old are you?”

“I just turned fifteen, you?”

“Fourteen and a half, I’m going to Spellcaster Academy after the summer holidays. What school do you go to?”

“I-I...um...I don’t!”

“Oh, so did your mum home school you, or...”

“Nah, we moved from place to place after Rory Oaklow got killed! You know, the alpha of the Wildfangs?”

“Yes, my mum was eight months pregnant with me at the time, she was a friend of my dad’s! Uncle Lou, your dad, he’s a good leader though, he’d make Rory proud!”

“Wait, my dad is the Wildfangs alpha?”

“Yes, didn’t you know...”

“My mum never said!”

“He’s a good guy Jared, you’re lucky to have such a cool dad!”

“You could have mine, President of the Vampire Council and Mayor of this place! It’s embarrassing! Not to mention he’s got my mum pregnant again, and they’re so old! I just...it’s so eww!”

“Ha, yeah, they’re into PDA in a big way, me and Lou walked in on them practically dry fucking over there!”

“Yeah that’s not something I should know!”

“You’re cool Rorie!”

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself!”

[gins-potter]

One Chicago Rewatch Extravaganza

01/03/22

Fire 1x22

Fire 1x23

Fire 1x24

Fire 2x01

PD 1x01

Fire 2x02

thoughts under the cut

Fire - 1x22 Leader’s Lead

you know i could have been happy with a casey/hallie endgame - they were hella cute

oh my god it’s scott eastwood!

and the chick who was almost burgess!

idk what it is about this call but like every single victim is such a dick - boden gets slapped, dawson gets accused of lying to someone else, it’s all just a lot

doctor hallie could step on me and i’d thank her tbh

shay’s standing there like “i’m so gay for doctor hallie” and i’m like BITCH SAME

OH MY GOD THE RED UNDIES ONE OF MY FAVE COMEDIC STORYLINES

mills spraying herrmann with the fire extinguisher lmao

gabby that is literally the most confusing analogy ever

i hope kelly helped this guy out who tara also fucked over

boden/herrmann = underrated friendship

this bitch just got into a car accident and she’s worried about her husband’s gonna find out she’s a hoe

yo this little kid - making me tear up every single time

i always forget how quickly the tara thing is resolved

hallie 😭😭😭

sevasey fighting to save hallie - my fucking hearttttttttttt

the way gabby just knows but let’s casey keep going with cpr anyway

that hug between mills and casey always fucking gets me

y’all i’m crying in the club

Fire - 1x23 Let Her Go

the fact that the cpd set changes *again* after this scene

also thank god we got miss trudy platt as our desk sergeant instead of this guy

look i love atwater of course but it is still so wild to me that we *almost* got scott eastwood

KICK HIS ASS FAKE BURGESS!

“she kicked me in the balls” “cry me a river”

they’re using pd’s credits music in the background of this random scene and it’s throwing me off lmao

you couldn’t pay me enough to jump into a sewer even if it was to save someone

“Did you see the lady on Oprah who got her face chewed off by a monkey?” “I did see that. And if it looks like it could take us, I'll tell her to keep it in the car.”

on the one hand i’m fully here for matt being petty and mean to voight, on the other hand it also might not be a good idea to piss of the guy investigating your girlfriend's murder

ATWATER!

Shaveride would have been the best chaotic parents tho

FIRST OFFICIAL CIGAR CHAT?!

death taxes and voight holding his gun with one hand

not to crackship but voight and antonio stand way too close and stare into each other’s eyes to be straight - just saying

“he be dead” GABBY

“keep putting yourself out there as dirty” BABE he literally is dirty

something i love about hallie’s memorial scene at molly’s is all the past victim’s that are there in the background - the original chicago shows up for chicago

Fire- 1x24 A Hell of a Ride

“don’t stop with the sex advice on my account” MATT

dang i will forever wish we’d gotten more casey/shay friendship

you know i just really enjoy this episode to the point where i don’t have a lot of thoughts on it

it’s just good

it’s dominated by one call but it’s constructed in such a nice way that you get resolutions for a bunch of different personal storylines

oh yeesh the plot thickens

i forgot how much shit was going on in this episode

you just got a fucking dead guard toppling out of a closet

severide: please just let me go to my boyfriend

WHY IS THIS GUY SO USELESS???

it’s like everyone who works at this prison is trying to be as difficult as possible

NOT CASEY VOLUNTEERING TO BE HIS HOSTAGE

THE DRAMA

I WOULD HAVE BEEN OKAY WITH THE CASEY WHUMP

the things they say about the prisoners and they things they imply about them in this ep..... do not hold up

casey you so smart

i don’t think babies get taken out of the icu that quickly but i’ll let it slide because this is cute

“Day one: Little Kenny James Herrmann. It was kind of a rough one.  At least until you came along.  Bunch of us took some knocks today, but that's the way it goes sometimes. Might as well hear it now.  You came along and you made a lot of people really happy. Not just your old man.  You're a lucky guy. You were born into a really big family. A lot of people gonna have your back no matter what.  Like I said, it's not gonna be all sunshine and roses. But I can promise it's gonna be a hell of a ride.”

not them making shay and severide kenny’s godparents and then literally never show them interacting with him again

huh i never knew that two of the kids who play the herrmann boys are brothers in real life

lmao forgot mills thought about being a cop for a while

idk why but this season was obsessed with weirdly close close ups of the characters faces

hey it’s the line from meet us at molly’s intro!

aaaaaaaaaand renee’s back.... yay....

no i did really like her originally but this storyline was not it

why did she tell him on a random street tho pft

Fire - 2x01 A Problem House

shay in those sunnies - she’s so sexy

casey still looks like such a baby

i can’t believe how much he’s changed but then also not changed

random things i love, when they get to smash car windows so they can get to the hydrant

eugh mcleod

THIS BITCH

JAY

HE’S A BABY

and clarke!

man he really just disappeared off fire and then disappeared off med - rip

you know what this is another just really good episode that i don’t have a heap of thoughts on

i love how they didn’t just rely on wind sound affects, they needed to zoom in on the leaves being blown sideways

quickly realising that casey in danger is my kink

jeff just be like i don’t know nothing about nothing

rip heather

PD - 1x01 Stepping Stone

oh hey i got to the first episode of pd!

there is something so hilarious about the way voight slaps people

WILLHITE

also the husband we almost got as a character on med - rip him i guess

*trudy glares* “good morning sunshine” *trudy’s glare intensifies*

ah finally the actual pd set

“you don’t know a good thing when you see it” said while jay looks directly at erin, just saying

oh yeah this office used to actually be used for something other than random conversations

KIM BURGESS MY BELOVED

IT IS KIMBERLEY FUCKING BURGESS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

LOOK AT THIS BABY

IT’S MY BABY AND I LOVE HER

omfg forgot that bit about al just being there in the background and no one noticing him

“now more than ever we keep everything in house” not voight being shady from day dot

“tell me the truth so i can lie for you” iconic quote even if it is bullshit

not me watching someone get beheaded while i eat a cookie

i’m not saying voight and antonio are a married couple but they were just arguing about how to properly marinade a chicken

ADAM RUZEK INCOMING

oh my god i forgot platt sent burgess to get the ring in the very first episode

i miss this dynamic ngl

HERRMANN

oh my god baby ruzek

omfg they just shot the lock off, pretty sure that’s not allowed but alright

kim burgess i motherfucking love you

oh man thank god adam’s hair gets better from here

“i feel like a house husband” this linstead was something different huh?

“whats the deal between you and voight” “we went to prom together” SCREAM

‘watch yourself” PROTECTIVE JAY PROTECTIVE JAY PROTECTIVE JAY

kick his ass baby

i need to know more about flight attendant kim asap

KIM STANDING UP TO PLATT STEP ON ME WIFEY

we could have had a jules/erin friendship i am disappointed

this guy is such a dick - can’t believe he got jules killed just because he was a fucking petty dick

i never understood why erin went in the ambulance instead of antonio

holy crap jay came from fucking nowhere

for once i am totally on voight’s side, fucking kick his ass

man that pilot is so fucking crazy

so much shit is happening i love it

Fire - 2x02 Prove It

man griffin is such a little shit lmao

also fuck of mcleod

also i think i just realised that boden’s the only man i will accept a moustache on

JAY

shay being bad at sussing out lesbians even though she’s gay is such a mood though

atwater again!

it’s hella interesting that they clearly have atwater for the spin-off already but they don’t have burgess yet

I’M UP TO THE BIT WHERE MOCUH TALKS ABOUT HOW ALL TRUCKS SHOULD BE 5-MAN OR MORE!!! I’M FOREVER MAD THAT THEY PUT THAT IN AND THEN NOW WE HAVE 4 AND 3 MAN TRUCKS SUCH BULLSHIT.

HEATHER WAS DONE SO DIRTY!  She clearly loves her kids so much and then they do that to her in s10?  Bullshit.

i feel like renee always gets a little misrepresented in this situation, people always make it seem like she *knew* kelly wasn’t the father but lied anyway, when i always got the sense that she wasn’t sure either way but had hoped it was kelly’s - which is still fucked but slightly less so than if she’d known for sure

yo i don’t really like ingrid as a character but her actress is great, i’ll never forget her screaming for peter

lmao jay seems so fucking shady when he’s first introduced on fire

dang hadley you’re such a fucking freak

[themetaphorgirl]

in which Emily makes a poor choice

HEY Y’ALL I AM BACK!!! WITH A PATRON SAINT DRABBLE!!

Y’all can thank @linguinereid for this one!! Sweet Bee suggested this and I ended up writing part of it while I was in line for rides at Epcot. 

I’m excited to be writing and posting again!! Please tell me what y’all think of this one, and tell me what I’ve missed in the past couple of weeks!!

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Emily poked at her ear, trying to twist around to get a better look in the mirror. “Shit,” she mumbled, wincing as she prodded a sore spot. She leaned across the bathroom counter, almost sitting in the sink. “I think I fucked up. Shit.”

“That looks infected.”

She jumped in surprise and fell off the counter, hitting the faucet on her way down and splashing water across her shirt. “What the fuck!” she exclaimed. Spencer stood in the bathroom doorway, head tilted and eyes wide like a very small owl. “You little gremlin, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing in here?”

“You left the door open,” Spencer said. “What’s wrong with your ear?”

She fumbled to turn off the faucet and pick up Hotch’s knocked-over toothbrush. “Nothing.”

“It’s red and swollen,” he said. “That’s a sign of infection. What did you do?” His eyes went wide. “Did you get that piercing after Hotch told you it was a bad idea?”

She smoothed her hair down over her ear. “Nope,” she said. “Why would you think that?”

“I heard you guys arguing about it,” he said. “Hotch said it was against dress code, and you said you didn’t give two fucks about dress code, and he said you were shit at cleaning the piercings you already have and you’d fuck up your ears, and you said-”

“Okay, okay, you and your eidetic memory can stop at literally any time,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “It’s not that big a deal. There was a girl at the party last weekend who said she’d pierced like everybody’s ears at camp last summer, and she’d always wanted to try an industrial, and-” She paused. “Why am I explaining myself to you? You’re ten.”

“Nine.”

“Close enough. Why are you here, anyway?”

Spencer shifted his weight. “I have to pee,” he said.

“All right, I’ll get out,” Emily said. “But not a word to Hotch, understand? Not a single word. He cannot know about this. You know how smug he gets when he right about something.”

“Is he right, though?” Spencer said. “Did you fuck up your ear?”

“Okay, no swearing either, Alex will murder me if you pick up on me swearing,” Emily said. She stepped out of the bathroom and gave Spencer a little push inside. “Seriously, though. Don’t tell Alex either. You know she’ll be pissed at me too. I’ll- I’ll buy you that Star Wars lego set you want as long as you keep your mouth shut.”

Spencer brightened. “The Millennium Falcon?” he said.

“Sure, sure, why not, just keep your mouth shut!”

She closed the bathroom door and went back down the hall to the common room. It was Derek’s week to pick for movie night; he was having a great time with whatever Will Ferrell comedy he’d chosen, but Hotch was focused on his homework and Alex was reading a book. Emily sat down in her usual spot, tucking her legs underneath her. Her ear was still burning, but she brushed her hair over it surreptitiously. She could keep it a secret, as long as Spencer did. It would be fine.

By Tuesday, she realized it was not fine.

Her ear continued to swell and throb, the skin red and stretched tight around the barbell in the cartilage. She’d had to actually style her hair every morning instead of throwing it up in a messy ponytail or bun, or asking JJ or Alex to braid it for her. It wouldn’t take long for Alex to catch if she kept this up- she was famous for rolling out of bed at the last minute, getting up early to do her hair was drastically out of character. But she wasn’t sure who to be more afraid of catching her, Hotch or Alex.

She sat down at their usual table in the dining hall and pulled her hair back behind her ear, hissing when her nails brushed the irritated skin. “Oh, fuck,” she mumbled under her breath. It wasn’t good. It really wasn’t good. 

Spencer climbed up on the chair beside her. “Are you doing okay?” he asked. 

She sighed heavily. “How bad does it look?” she asked. 

Spencer knelt on the chair so he could lean his elbows on the table. “Pretty bad,” he said. “Ew, is it oozing? I think it’s oozing.” He wrinkled his nose. “You should tell somebody.”

“Like hell I will,” she said, pulling her hair back into place. “This is a hill I will die on.” She paused. “This...this won’t kill me, will it? I won’t actually die on this hill?”

“Probably not, but infection was one of the leading causes of death during the Civil War,” he shrugged. “Try rinsing with saltwater, that might help.”

“Really?”

“Couldn’t hurt. I mean, in a manner of speaking. It’ll probably hurt a lot.”

Emily blinked. “That wasn’t reassuring, babe,” she said.

Hotch walked over to them and set his tray down. “What are you two talking about?” he asked as he sat down and cracked the top of his yellow Red Bull.

“Nothing,” Emily said quickly, dropping her fork in an effort to pick it up fast.

Alex set a glass of milk down on Spencer’s tray. “Sit on your butt or you’re going to fall on the floor again,” she said. 

Spencer tilted his head back to look up at her. “I wanted chocolate milk,” he objected. 

“Plain first, darling,” she said, bending to kiss his forehead. “Now sit down before you fall out of your chair.” Spencer obeyed, sliding down from his knees to sit down. 

Emily poked her fork around in her scrambled eggs. They were way too yellow and a little watery around the edges, and her stomach turned. “Emily, are you okay?” Hotch asked. 

“Yeah, fine, why do you ask?”

He gestured towards her tray with his Red Bull can. “I don’t think I’ve seen you eat anything since you came back from the party on Friday night,” he said. “Are you still sulking because I told you not to pierce your ear?”

“I don’t sulk,” Emily scoffed.

“Yes, you do,” Hotch said. “You’re pissed because you know I’m right, and it would be a terrible idea to get an industrial. Especially since you don’t have a guardian over eighteen to sign off on it, so it’d be illegal.”

Emily stabbed her fork into the eggs. “I’m fine and I’m not sulking,” she said. “But you’re wrong. I’ll be fine if I get my ear pierced.”

She met Spencer’s gaze. His hazel eyes were wide, glancing over first at Hotch and then at Alex, but he kept his mouth shut. Her ear throbbed, but she wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing they were right. 

By Friday, she knew they were right, and she hated it, but damn, her ear hurt. 

She huddled in the corner of the library sofa, her history textbook open on her lap but long forgotten. Her ear was an ever-present pain now, too sensitive to touch, and oozing something disgusting. 

The library was quiet and peaceful, rain tapping steadily on the window. James was sorting through his anatomy flashcards while Dave pretended to write a paper while he was really working on the novel he claimed he wasn’t writing. Spencer was lying on his tummy on the floor, absorbed in a book far above his grade level. The rest of the kids were at clubs or practices, and Alex passed by in her own paths as she shelved books and answered questions.

She glanced up to see Spencer watching her poke at her ear; she dropped her hand and glared at him. “Don’t say anything,” she said to him sharply in Russian. “Remember the Millennium Falcon.”

He sighed heavily. “Your ear looks really bad,” he said. His Russian wasn’t as strong as his Italian, and his accent was terrible, but at least James and Dave wouldn’t understand them.

“Not a word!” she said.

Alex plunked down on the opposite side of the couch, jostling Emily and making her scowl. “I’m taking a break,” she sighed. “The sophomores are working on their poetry projects and I don’t want to discuss Ezra Pound anymore.”

Spencer pushed himself up from the floor. “Alex?” he said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, dearest,” she said, taking his hands in hers. “What’s up?”

“If I told you I wanted to do something and you said no, and I did it anyway, would you be mad at me?” he asked.

Emily shot him a dirty look, but he ignored her. “Well, I might be a bit disappointed, but I don’t think I’d be mad,” Alex said, squeezing his hands. 

“If I did the thing anyway, and I ended up getting hurt, would you be mad at me?” he asked. 

“No, I wouldn’t,” Alex said, drawing him onto her lap.

“And you wouldn’t tell me you told me so? And you’d help me?” he continued. 

She frowned, clearly concerned over this line of conversation, and hugged him. “Of course I’d help you, baby,” she said. She stroked his hair away from his forehead. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Spencer leaned around Alex’s shoulder to make direct eye contact with Emily. She sighed heavily. “So...you know how I wanted to get an industrial piercing, and you and Hotch said it would be a bad idea?” she said hesitantly.

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Yes,” she said. “Why?” Emily tucked her hair slowly behind her ear. “Emily, holy shit!”

“It’s pretty bad, huh?” Emily said glumly.

Alex moved Spencer hastily off her lap and leaned over Emily to take a better look at her ear. “Oh my god,” she said. “James, can you come take a look at this?”

James pulled his headphones off. “Hm?” he said. “Oh shit! Emily, what did you do?”

She submitted reluctantly to his poking and prodding. “So a girl at the party last week offered to pierce my ear,” she said. “And it...kind of went wrong.”

“That looks like it hurts,” Alex said, smoothing her hair. “It looks super infected.”

“Yeah, that’s the medical term for it,” James said. “Holy shit, Prentiss, I can’t believe you pulled a Parent Trap.”

“A Parent Trap?”

“Yeah, when Hallie pierces Annie’s ear with a sewing needle, an apple, and...you know what, never mind.”

Emily winced as the earring shifted. “Can you just...make Hotch promise that he won’t say I told you so?” she said. 

“I think he’ll agree that you’ve suffered enough,” Alex reassured her. 

Spencer hovered at her elbow. “I would have said something sooner, but Emily said she’d buy me the Millennium Falcon set,” he said.

“Please don’t scold me for bribing the baby, either,” Emily said. 

“Okay, I might scold you about that one.”

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Domestic prompts "Person A is working late. They come home to person B sleeping on the couch with 3 empty cups of coffee close to them. Person B was waiting for person A to come home." So happy for your 1k my love 😘

HELLO MY LOVE, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PROMPT I REALLY LOVED IT!!! 🥺❣️

@awkward-avocado-s Hi hun!! I’m tagging you here since I received the same prompt from you, thank youuuuuuu! 😊

Also, I’m a bit delayed jdjksd I’m sorry, I hope you like it!! 

A massive thank you @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 for helping me with my monstrous sleepy mistakes and for all the hype, love ya so much! 

"Person A is working late. They come home to person B sleeping on the couch with 3 empty cups of coffee close to them. Person B was waiting for person A to come home." Human AU

By the time Jude finally parked the car outside the apartment it was past midnight. Again. 

She cursed under her breath. 

For what felt the thousandth time in the month, her boss had commanded the entire team to stay overtime. He was determined to make their life a living hell. Madoc was lucky Jude respected him like a father, otherwise she wouldn’t pull up with all the extra time crap.

The stairs felt as if they were infinite. Or maybe her feet were getting heavier. Maybe both.

Upon reaching the door she took a second to rest her head against it, the wood cold on her forehead. She’d promised she would return earlier. 

Not that Cardan got mad because of it, he was always supportive with her and her job. Sometimes even more than she deserved. He’d respected her space from the very first moment and never complained for all the late hours. His only comment about it was that we worried about her driving alone at night, nothing more. 

Cardan could read her like the palm of his hand. He noticed when she’d had a rough day and needed space, or when anxiety creeped up and a couple of hugs and encouraging words would make it better. By looking at her eyes he could know if words were unnecessary at all. He would pull her close and kiss her worries away. 

He did so much. And yet she couldn’t make it home early. 

Turning the knob as soft as she could Jude slid inside, her mind running as it tried to find a way to compensate her husband. She should wake up before him the next morning and make him breakfast. Or allow him to read her a chapter of his favorite book. A massage could also- Her mental chatter disappeared abruptly as she lifted her gaze and spotted a figure laying on the couch. 

At first sight it looked like a pile of blankets. Only as she approached she could distinguish Cardan’s sharp features underneath and resting on his chest their 3 year old, who through her half opened lips snored softly as she always did. Cardan claimed she’d inherited that from Jude, that liar.

They were partially illuminated by the tv, where Beauty and the Beast was paused. Jude pressed her hand to her mouth to bite back a laugh, Hallie loved that movie so much and apparently her husband wasn’t able to resist her puppy eyes. 

Under the dim light she was perfectly capable of seeing their ruffled hair. That, she’d inherited from him. Black, unyielding locks sprawled everywhere. 

A new wave of tenderness ran up her chest at the view. This was what made everything worth it. The late hours at work, the stressful days… it was all for them. Her family was the most precious thing ever, and she’d make sure their peace would never be disrupted. 

Jude left her shoes next to her purse and coat to make the least amount of noise possible and walked closer. With careful movements she took little Hallie in her arms. She stirred a bit but with soothing whispers was back asleep in a couple of seconds. Cardan shifted but didn’t wake up. A small stain on his shirt marked the place where Hal had been drooling all over him.  

While walking to the nursery Jude held her baby close. She never got tired of realizing how beautiful she was, and her smell was one of the most relaxing things she could think about. Hallie smelled like home. 

Once Hal was in her crib tucked between her blankets and stuffed animals, Jude kissed her forehead and murmured “Good night my love”, before exiting the room.

The moment she returned to the living room, she had already gotten out from her office clothing and wore an old shirt she’d stolen from Cardan some years ago. 

On top of the small table rested an empty feeding bottle and three cups with remains of what smelled like coffee. Jude sighed. He’d tried to wait for her again. 

After turning off the tv, she slid under the blanket and curled next to him, moaning internally at the warmness. Cardan stirred and half-opened his eyes, mumbling something Jude couldn’t understand. 

“Shh,” she soothed, cupping his cheek. “It’s me.”

Immediately his hand curled around her waist, pulling her closer. He smiled at her with a drowsy adorable expression before frowning in confusion. “Hallie…”

“In her crib, don’t worry.” 

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I tried to stay up-”

“Hey, don’t.” Jude interrupted him as a pang of guilt pierced her chest. “There is nothing you need to apologize about. I should’ve been here earlier…” 

Cardan shook his head and buried it in Jude’s neck, muffling his words. “Then you’re not allowed to do it either. You’re out there catching criminals, that shit’s important.”

“Nothing is more important than you.” She whispered, delivering soft kisses along his face, on his cheeks, his lips, on the small circles under his eyes. 

He chuckled and froze a moment before pulling back to stare at the stain on his shirt. “You usually drool all over your important things?” 

Jude let out an offended scoff and pinched his arm, pulling a dramatic gasp out of him. 

“Shut up… don’t blame me for your daughter’s vandalism.” She mocked. 

“She’s an angel.”

“She learned all her devilry from you, don’t think I haven’t noticed she uses that same pout you put every time you want something.” Gods in heaven knew she couldn’t resist that face. The first time she saw Hallie with it while trying to spend more time playing, Jude knew she was royally fucked.

Cardan hummed. “Can’t recall. Sorry.”

Rolling her eyes, Jude’s hands found the hem of his shirt and started to tug it. “You know, it’s bad for your health to sleep with damp clothes.”

“Oh really?” He teased.

“Mhm” Jude smiled. “Take it off.” 

Soon the offending piece of clothing hit the floor, allowing her to press her hands against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. She leaned to drop a kiss there too, making him hold her tighter. 

“Do you want to go back to bed?” He asked. 

Jude groaned softly. “No… let’s stay here. It’s like a cocoon, a warm and comfy cocoon. I had no idea the couch was this comfortable.”

“Well of course it is.” He said, nibbling at her ear. “I bought it especially to be able to sleep here when your snoring fills the room.”

“I don’t- !” Jude started to argue back when his lips crashed against hers. 

She melted into the kiss. Cardan rolled over so he was on top of her, hands roaming down her sides and legs making her moan. That encouraged him to kiss her deeper. The length of his body was hard against her, making her head spin.

“You’re insufferable.” She gasped between kisses. 

“That’s why you love me, sweet Jude.” He answered. He trailed a finger down her back, sending shivers through her body. “Though I must say… I find it quite offensive you’re still able to wear that shirt when mine’s already gone.” 

Biting her lip, Jude considered him for a moment. “We need to be really quiet.”

The way he smiled at her, had her stomach swirling in anticipation. Slowly, he peeled his shirt from her.

“Then you’ll have to try hard, my love.”

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Angst 14 for Brettsey please ♥️

It was so hard to choose. I wrote down like five more numbers.

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

******

He’s in Molly’s watching Sylvie from the bar as she and Stella talk at their usual table.

He knows he’s being obvious and he knows she sees him staring, but he doesn’t give a damn. He wants her and it hurts that he can’t have her.

He wishes there was something he could do to change her mind, but she’d told him where they stood. Who was he to force the issue?

He gulps down the last of his whiskey and slams the low ball glass down on the counter. He can’t stay here. It’s torture. She’s in the same room as him but may as well be on another planet. He hates this — giving her space is the last thing he wants.

But again, what choice does he have?

He turns and walks away, leaving Molly’s, and letting the door slam shut behind him. He takes a step toward his truck and the world around him freezes. People stop mid-stride, cars halt while obviously still running. It’s as if someone hit pause on a video.

His brow furrows in confusion until a figure appears in front of him. A figure he hasn’t seen since he was 16.

“Matthew.”

He resists a shudder. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to hear his name said with such disgust.

“Aren’t you gonna acknowledge your old man? It’s been a while kid.”

What the fuck is happening? How is his dad here, wandering around Bucktown? His dad is dead.

“Still the same little chickenshit you always were, I see,” his dad scoffs with a cruel smirk. “Shoulda known that wouldn’t change. Your mother coddled you too much. Turned you into a sissy. I should have nipped that in the bud the minute you were born. To this day, it’s my biggest regret — letting her keep you from acting like a man.”

He is a thirty-nine year old grown ass man so how in the hell can a few sentences from a ghost make him feel so small.

“Still letting people walk all over you, desperate to make them proud? To make them like you?” His father spits, rolling his eyes. “The only way to make people like you is to take what you want. How many times have I told you that, boy? How many times do I have to smack that lesson into that hard head of yours, huh?”

His father’s hand reaches out to slap the side of his head — just the way he used to — but before his palm makes contact with Matt’s face the specter of his father disappears.

He spins around, looking for him out of instinctive fear and panic, but his dad is gone. The street is empty of all people and all cars, leaving him alone outside of Molly’s.

And then the world around him stretches and shifts. He went from the street outside of Molly’s to inside Sylvie’s apartment. Her living room to be exact — the scene of the crime. The place where he fucked it all up.

But that’s not the moment he’s reliving. No, he’s watching himself and Sylvie play Heads Up. He smiles warmly at the sound of her laughter, but his eyes start to water and his throat tightens. He’s lost that. He’s lost her. Because he is everything his father said he was.

A scared chickenshit little boy so desperate to be liked that he never pushes back.

But he refuses to follow his old man’s philosophy. Taking what you want is never the answer. That’s a tactic for the cruel and unfeeling. Matt is determined to never be either of those things.

And because of that, he’ll let Sylvie go. He’ll give her the space she wants because that’s what a considerate and respectful person would do.

He backs away from the scene in front of him, heading for the door, but Sylvie’s head suddenly snaps in his direction — bitter grin on her face.

“I knew you’d leave. They all do. Why would you be any different?”

“No!” He argues. “That’s not what I—you asked me for space. I’m...I’m giving it to you!”

“It’s okay,” she says softly, wiping at a tear with the back of her hand. “You’re still in love with Gabby. You can’t help that. Of course you’re not going to fight for me when you still want her. I’ll be fine. I’m used to it — the whole not being enough business.” A hollow chuckle slips through her perfect lips and it’s a terrible sound. “I never have been and never will be.”

“That’s not true!” Matt shouts while her tears shred his heart to pieces. “How can you possibly think that? You’re enough. You’re more than enough.”

It’s as if he hadn’t spoken at all. She doesn’t seem to hear him.

“Please, just...leave me alone,” she pleads. “I’m hurt but I’ll get over it. I just need time. Time away from you. I think you should leave.”

His feet move against his will, carrying him away from her.

Behind her, he sees a reflection of himself as if twisted in a funhouse mirror — distorted and misshapen. But his lips are moving. The sound doesn’t match the movements, but from the way the mouth opens wide and his head shakes he can tell he’s yelling.

Finally, the echo of the yelling reaches him.

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” His own voice screams. Not once, not twice, but three times. Each more desperate than the last.

“Yell all you want,” the disembodied voice of his father mutters with a dark laugh. “He won’t listen. He’ll walk away. Like the coward he’s always been.”

“I’m not a coward!” He yells as Sylvie’s apartment fades away and he’s surrounded by pitch black. “I am not a coward! And it is not chickenshit to value someone else’s happiness above your own!”

“No, it isn’t.”

That’s a new voice. A welcome voice. One he still imagines he might hear in a voicemail some day, but he never does.

“Hallie?”

As if her name summons her, she appears. Smiling warmly and openly. “Hi, Matt.”

“What are you…?”

“I’m helping,” she says with a smirk and a shrug. “Saving your ass as usual.”

He chuckles, more tears forming in his eyes. “Saving me from what?”

“Yourself. No, it’s not chickenshit to want the people you love to be happy.” Hallie’s hands land on his shoulders. The grip is her unique mix of tender but firm. She turns him to face away from her, to the image of Sylvie. This time from their last conversation in his quarters. “But does she really look happy to you?”

He gulps and shakes his head, noticing the way her eyes glisten with tears and the corners of her mouth turn down. “No.”

“It’s not chickenshit to want what’s best for people, Matt, but it’s also not unfeeling to fight for what's best for you either. Asking for what you want isn’t the same as taking it,” Hallie assures him. “You’re allowed to ask for what you want. Remember? You used to ask me for what you wanted all the time.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “And that turned out great, didn’t it?”

“It was an issue we needed to confront. You would have been even more miserable if you’d never brought it up and you know it,” Hallie says, turning him back around to face her. “Just because my answer wasn’t what you wanted to hear doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have asked. Ask her, Matt. Ask her for what you want. Fight for her. She’s unhappy, you’re unhappy. You can’t make things worse so ask her. Maybe she’s the one who’s held your answers the whole time. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t Gabby. But it could be her. Can you live with never knowing?”

“No,” he rasps, shocked he managed to say it outloud. “No, I can’t.”

“Then don’t walk away. Choose her. Fight for her. You’re pretty damn convincing when you want to be,” Hallie tells him with a teasing smile. “Trust me on that one.” She leans into his space, wipes a tear from his cheek, and then kisses his brow. “Time to wake up now, Matt. She’s waiting.”

“What do you mean, she’s—“

There’s a flash of white light and then he’s suddenly aware of a steady electronic beeping and the slight bump of motion underneath him.

“Matt, come on, wake up. Please wake up.”

He knows that voice. He’d listen to that voice all night long if he could. “Syl—“ his voice croaks and gives out, her name dying in his parched throat.

“Oh, thank God!” She exclaims.

His eyes open to her red teary eyes and blinding smile. He clears his throat and tries again, this time finding his voice even if it’s weaker than he’d like.

“What’d I miss?”

She lets out a soggy laugh and runs her gloved fingers through his hair — a look of immense relief overtakes her face. “A beam fell on you in a fire. Knocked you out. You weren’t down long but there was a second when I couldn’t find a pulse and I thought—“ she cuts herself off and shakes her head, one tear falling silently. “Nevermind, I’m just really glad to see you awake. We’re taking you to Med and they’re gonna look you over, okay?”

He tries to nod but the c-collar stops him. She smiles at him with fond exasperation.

“Try not to move,” she orders.

He grabs her hand and laces their fingers together, squeezing to bring her eyes back to his. “Before I forget — before the dream fades — I need you to know something.”

Her brow furrows, but she nods to let him know she’s listening.

“I’m not walking away from you. Ever. You can ask me to give you space all you want, but I can’t do it. I won’t do it. I’m not a monster but I’m not a coward either. I’m allowed to ask for what I want. I want you. You think you’re not enough but you are. Sylvie, you’re—you’re everything to me. And I’m going to prove it to you. You’ll see.” He’s been speaking in an urgent rush, afraid they’ll arrive at Med before he finishes. But now he slows down and smirks with all the confidence he can muster while possibly concussed. “I’m told I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.”

Sylvie grins, laughs quietly, and then closes the distance between them to tenderly kiss his forehead. She speaks after resting her brow against his, her watery blue eyes holding steady on his.

“I have no doubt, Matt Casey. I can’t wait to be convinced.”

[in-my-head-i-do-everything-right]

Hallie - “you had it figured out since you were in school/everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool.”

you’ve had it figured out since you were in school. everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool

Part of the reason why Allie even sends in that self-tape for that Disney show is because Cassandra tells her not to. She’s feeling rebellious. She’s thirteen.

Only then she gets a callback. And then a skype call with a casting director. And then another call but with the creator of the show. And then she’s across the country, out in sunny LA (it’s December, and it’s snowing back in West Ham, and this shift in weather is really freaking her out).

She gets through one audition. And then two.

She gets the part.

And maybe the show won’t even last a whole season. Maybe it’ll be cancelled before it even airs. Maybe she’ll hate her castmates. Or just LA in general. And, God, she can’t sing. Does Disney know that? Do they expect a music career out of her? Maybe this is all she’ll ever be known for.

But then Cassandra tells her to go for it, and then her family packs up and moves across the country, and suddenly… suddenly this is it.

-

Post-Disney, the first film she does is this small budget indie thing that films on location up in Oregon.

There’s a definite learning curve.

First of all, craft services sucks. Which makes her sound like a snob, but God, she is so used to these mini chocolate croissants available at all times. Like, on the last day of shooting that Disney show, she asked what bakery they were from. One of her co-stars had laughed at her like it was some kind of joke which honestly hurt more than the show ending.

Second of all, nature. As it turns out, shooting outside and shooting on a lot is a very different experience. And shooting out in the rain, which it is always doing in Oregon—twenty-four seven—is an… experience. But a fun experience. Really fun. Makes her think that maybe she’s doesn’t need the job security that Disney provided. Like, fuck that.

And, last of all, Harry Bingham. He gets a whole bullet on this stupid list because he’s the guy who thinks he’s somehow better than her because he got an Oscar nomination or something for a film just like this one. And he was twitter’s white boy of the month, something he is way too proud of. Like, he can’t even remember his twitter password, so why the fuck does he keep bring it up?

-

It’s really late and dark and a little cold. They’re sharing a fuzzy blanket because they could only find one and they both wanted it and when someone on set suggests they just share it neither could come up with an actual argument as to that’s a bad idea.

“You know,” he says, sort of out of nowhere, “my sister watched your show. I think she might be in love with you.”

“Oh,” Allie says, and she’s smiling at him. Not for the first time because, sadly, because he is way too funny for his own good. It’s upsetting. It’s not fair. “So, unlike you, she has taste?”

He scoffs, but he’s smiling too, very brightly. Maybe she doesn’t need the blanket. “I never said I didn’t like your show.”

She stares over at him, not trying to mask that look of surprise taking over her face. She’s just trying to picture him actually watching the show… and it’s not easy. It was a Disney show. It was stupid and immature and Harry fuckingBingham was most definitely not its target audience. She’s trying to picture him watching those commercials, the ones where she’d draw the logo with the fake wand.

Finally, she says: “Honestly, I wasn’t a huge fan of it.”

Harry lets out this light sort of snort, more an exhale than anything else. “Why’d you do it then?”

Allie shrugs. “It was a job. It was an opportunity. It was a chance that wasn’t gonna pass up just because I didn’t think it was some revolutionary thing.” She pauses, wrapping herself up just a little tighter in the blanket. “My family moved out here after I got the job. I was fourteen, and they gave up everything just so I could do this.”

“You’re good at this, Pressman,” he tells her, softly, and it’s stupid how much those words mean to her.

“Thanks, Harry.”

When they’re called back onto set, she swears his eyes linger a second longer than they probably should. That means something to her too.

-

They film a kissing scene in the rain, and she swears her heart stop for a half-a-second.

The director yells cut, and Allie can’t help it, the way she’s blinking up at him, a bit like he hung the stars in the sky, or whatever other sappy bullshit you feel when you start to realize—

It just didn’t feel fake for a moment there. On Disney, everything felt fake. She’s just not used to things being this natural.

(There are two fuzzy blankets waiting for them off set. They still share.)

-

Shooting ends on a Tuesday, and they fly back down to LA together on a studio provided jet.

Harry spends the flight tossing popcorn at her while she tries to watch Notting Hill.

“You’re being obnoxious, Bingham,” she says, one earbud out, turning to glare over at him.

He grins. “Just trying to keep you from falling in love with Hugh Grant.”

“Not possible. I’m already in love with him.”

“He’s old now.”

“Still hotter than you.”

“Not possible.”

“Verry possible.”

He scoffs. “And living vicariously through Julia Roberts isn’t healthy.”

“Oh, you know from experience, don’t you?”

“I actually met her once, at the Oscars.”

“God, everything with you always comes back to that Oscar nomination, doesn’t it, Bingham.”

He lets out this sharp, surprised laugh. She bites back a smile.

“I’ll introduce you to her one day,” he offers, it’s softer, more genuine than cocky. They’ve never talked about any sort of future, any sort of friendship that follows them past this film. Her breath catches in her throat. Her heart stops once again.

“I think I’d like that.”

-

She has a tiny guest part on some broadcast television sitcom. Craft services has those chocolate croissants. She wraps herself up in a fuzzy blanket and eats three.

She asks Harry if he’d want to grab coffee sometime.

He texts back yes almost immediately.

She wraps herself up just a little tighter.

-

She sits on the couch in Harry’s childhood home and watches her Disney show with his little sister.

“You’re even prettier in person,” Sarah tells her, almost unabashedly, and Allie blushes a light pink.

From beside her, Harry grins. “The Bingham’s have taste,” he says, his voice almost a whisper in her ear, and that makes her blush a dark pink.

“Sarah’s my favorite Bingham,” Allie announces, and the girl smiles and laughs and leans her head on Allie’s shoulder.

This feels a lot like family, she realizes, the soft familiarity of it all.

She likes it. She likes it a lot.

-

The morning Oscar nominations are announced, she wakes up beside him in his bed, wearing an old shirt of his, something warm and soft.

They lay in bed and eat chocolate croissants and wait for the call. And the sun hasn’t even risen yet—it’s so fucking early—but there’s something like adrenaline keeping her awake. God, it’s so stupid to be this attached to an award, a little statue that means practically nothing, but…

Harry lays his head in her lap. She plays with his hair.

“And if I don’t get nominated?” she asks, softly, carefully.

He stares up at her. “Then you find another script to fall in love with and do it all over again.”

“And if I do get nominated?”

“Then we figure out how to sneak snacks in the Dolby Theater and you write into your acceptance speech what an amazing guy I am.”

She’s laughing as the phone rings, and he’s sitting up to answer it. And then he’s smiling, smiling so wide, and that means—

Allie’s crying and beaming, and Harry’s holding onto her like he’s trying to keep her anchored, trying to keep her from floating away, and—

It feels a whole lot like everything was worth it.

She’s happy.

send me song lyrics and a pairing and i’ll write you a drabble

[sugadrop]

2019 is here and so much has happened in 2018. I did not have an easy year, but I’m so glad I’m still here along with our boys. This past year, I have made so many new friends that make every day so amazing, and although there are friends I haven’t spoken to in a long time, just know that I think about all of you every single day.

I tried to fit everyone on here, but I’m forgetful. So Happy New Year everyone and please check out all of these beautiful and amazing people 💜💜💜

☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️

So first, I am going to just name blogs and mutuals that I admire and love because I can’t write little things about every single one. 

@hobies ☀️ @cutelittleyoongi 🌙 @nambewb ☀️ @namjoonieftw 🌙 @carrotgguk ☀️ @screaminghoseok 🌙 @adoreyoongi ☀️ @bts-petals 🌙 @sugasuite ☀️ @hobi-isadaydream 🌙 @hobisnymph ☀️ @spicysugakookies 🌙 @mintyy-yoons ☀️ @dianas-world 🌙 @hipsterminseok ☀️ @nightowls388 🌙 @jiminiethot ☀️ @lovelyyyoongi 🌙 @holysuga ☀️ @its-2am-and-fuck 🌙 @jhope-seok ☀️ @anon-luv 🌙 @yoonminshooked ☀️ @milkvmin 🌙 @roygbiv96 ☀️ @last-of-the-jaded 🌙 @sugas-hime ☀️ @junqkook 🌙 @bfjooonie ☀️ @l-o-l-o-k-a-y 🌙 @fluffyyseokk ☀️ @goldenmahnae 🌙 @skippinginclouds ☀️ @tatavangogh 🌙 @besame-mochi

I feel like I’ve missed so many I am sorry. Just know it wasn’t on purpose, I’m forgetful.

☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️🌙☀️

Now, to the main event. Some of the most important people in my life who make every day worth living.

🌙 @saeheesshi : Forever my first friend after starting this blog. We may not talk as much, but I am so grateful to you every single day. I love seeing how confident you are on Twitter. You are so gorgeous and special and I hope that 2019 treats you well.

☀️ @minbuwuty : My sopemate. What can I say? You truly are so special to me. You make laugh, cry, laugh more, and so so happy. I’m so glad we became so close and that we were able to meet each other in New York. I literally can’t imagine my life without you. You are so beautiful and amazing. I hope that in 2019 you get everything you want, that your mom is healthy, your puppies, and yourself. I hope we get to have our adventure again and we get to see our precious boys. I love you bby 💖💖💖

🌙 @baekwell--tart : My goddess. God I love you so much. You are hilarious and know exactly how to make me laugh. Thank you for being you and for being there even when you are having a hard time. I hope that 2019 treats you right and that you and the little you get all of the love in the world. I hope that you find love and that you get see all of your favs. Please remember that I am always here for you 💜

☀️ @jiminsmagicshop : MY JACKIE!!! How many ways to tell you I love you? You are so sweet. You are always there. You deserve the world ( and Jiminie). Thank you for being there for us. For being you. I hope that you are happy 2019 and that your dreams come true. I truly hope we can meet in Korea. I love you and Dazzle so so so much (please don’t stop the kitty walk videos lol) 💜

🌙 @jooniper-berry : JESS! I know we don’t talk much but you deserve the world love. You are so sweet and we all love you so much. 2019 will hopefully bring you some more of your small animal friends and happiness. Please don’t ever stop being yourself 💖

☀️ @noona4bts : My sister! I love you so much you are always there, literally the older sister I wish I had irl. In 2019, I wish that things get easier for you and that you and your family are happy. Please never stop being a sunshine and destroying me everyday with spams of our sunshine ☀️☀️☀️

🌙 @bangtantannie : Oh Hallie. You literally came out of nowhere. You are so sweet. Sope spams and all. I truly adore you. I hope that you get to do what you want in 2019 and that you are happy. Please never change, I love you so so much 💖

☀️ @joonsplaylist : last but not least, my lovely wife. You were there when I needed you the most. You seem to always be there when I really need someone. Where you came from I don’t know, but whoever said that we needed to bring us together, I’m so glad they did. You are so beautiful and gorgeous inside and out and I truly don’t deserve you. Thank you for dealing with me. Thank you for my birthday gift that makes me cry every day. I will do my best to love myself for you and for me. I hope that 2019 gives you everything you’ve ever wanted baby.

To everyone else. HAPPY NEW YEAR and I hope you all have a wonderful 2019!

[shxdowsofombra]

Coming Home

[Zach]

Zach came home after bringing Misty to the castle. Seeing how Misty came back, Zach just  wanted to go home and be with Hope. He knew that she was probably still out doing something so he just headed to the basement to start to work out. He had only his boxers on as he started training with some weights. 

[Hope]

Hope went back to their home to grab a few things before hearing someone downstairs. She placed her items down before walking down to the basement and seeing Zach. She leaned against the wall as she watched him workout. “Are you still mad at me?” 

[Zach]

“That depends.” He says before putting his weights down. “Do you still want to be friends with Ken?” Zach asks as he gets up and wipes some of the sweat off his forehead and his torso. 

[Hope]

“He is my friend, Zach. My friend. I don’t understand why you don’t get that. I don’t want him.” She replied as her eyes took in his actions. “I thought we were over all the Ken stuff.”

[Zach]

“Well I thought we were too but you went searching for your friend so that just brought it all back up again.” He says. “I brought your mother back to the castle by the way. She should be with Nibs now.” 

[Hope]

“Thank you.” She replied. “I can’t keep fighting with you about this. Nothing I have done would make you even think I want to be with him and if you can’t see that, that’s your problem not mine.”

[Zach]

“Mhm you are saying that I can’t be jealous about something that happened between you two?” He asks while raising a brow. “Oh I know you want to be with me. I just wish you brought me with you so I could have seen you kick his ass and then had hot sex after but...seems like that wasn’t on your mind.” 

[Hope]

“Zach what is there to be jealous of? I fucked him twice and he couldn’t make me cum. Be jealous of someone that actually matters or like at least made me cum. Like…I don’t know Dylan? Ken is so irrelevant.” She replied. “Yeah well you pissed me off so I wasn’t really thinking of the sex.”

[Zach]

“You mean someone who your family actually approved of? Someone who you grew up knowing your whole life?” He asks before sighing, “Look I don’t want to fight about that anymore. I brought your mother back to Nibs so everything should be fine now.” 

[Hope]

“My dad never liked Ken, so I don’t who told you my family approved of him. My dad wanted me to be happy, and you can’t even say my mom liked him. My mom liked that Ken didn’t know Jack.” She said before rolling her eyes. “Yeah okay, I’ll just see you at the castle then.” Hope said before turning and leaving.

[Zach]

“Wait, why are you going back to the castle again? The coronation was cancelled since Rose doesn’t want to be turned. I figured we could go out somewhere tonight with just the two of us.” 

[Hope]

“Why would I want to stay here Zach when we can’t even have a conversation about my friend? My husband still can’t trust me enough to just talk about a friend.” She said looking back at him.

[Zach]

“Just forget I said anything about Ken, you are right I should just get over it. I do trust you to talk about a friend. I am sorry for overreacting.” 

[Hope]

“You…” She sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “That’s not what I am saying. I just…what is your problem with Ken? We have been married for so long now, we have been through so much. Do you honestly still believe he can take me away from you?”

[Zach]

“If Dylan didn’t erase his memories of you, yeah, I think he could. And even now that doesn’t mean that they won’t come back the more time he spends around you. I know that you have a weakness for him and that is something that won’t change. I know that I like to think that there aren’t better people out there better fit for you but I know that there are. Losing Jack messed me up a lot. Hope and if I were to lose you too...I just can’t.” 

[Hope]

Hope moved over to Zach and took his hands in hers, “You aren’t going to lose me Zach. I’m not going anywhere, especially for anyone else. I love you. I trust you. You are more than my husband. You are my friend and my imprint, I count on you. You have me three beautiful kids, no one can replace you. I wouldn’t want them to. Ken isn’t something to be jealous about. Not anymore.”

[Zach]

“I know my fear is irrational. I know it is. I just...the only person I ever relied on was Jack and then I met you and everything just shifted so quickly. I still can’t believe that I actually have a family and a beautiful wife that loves me for who I am. God I sound like such a fucking sap.” 

[Hope]

She blushed at his words before laughing at him, “Yeah well…I stopped seeing you as a bad boy when you dressed up as that fairy Hallie liked.” She teased him. “You have me Zach. Till death do us part.”

[Zach]

“Listen, if your daughter asks you to dress up then you dress up. Tea parties and all that is what I signed up for. Besides, nothing more manly than a man that doesn’t care about the social stigmas.”

[Hope]

“Oh yes, it is very sexy.” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. “But the point is, dressed up like a fairy, or being a dragon…no matter what I will always love you Zach. I will remind you until I don’t have to anymore. And I’m not going anywhere.”

[Zach]

“And I love you too baby girl.” He smiles before pulling her closer and kissing her passionately. 

[Hope]

She kissed him back just as passionately before pulling back slightly. “There is a party in town for the coronation. Did you want to go?”

[Zach]

“Of course I would love to go. Do we have to dress up though? LIke a suit and tie type of dress up?” He asks. 

[Hope]

“It’s a party, we will mix in with the lower class.” She said teasingly. “Just look hot. This might be the last time we get to party before…” She trailed off smiling before turning and walking away.

[Zach]

“Party before what?” He asks as she trailed off and walked away, causing him to follow her to see what she was going to say. 

[Hope]

“Hm before we have another little Zach and Hope running around. Parties and a baby don’t really mix.” She said smiling.

[Zach]

“Oh? Wait, are you pregnant?” He asks her as he heard her hint as he raises a brow. 

[Hope]

Hope smiled as she nodded, “It’s not what we planned but…I’m happy. Really happy.” 

[Zach]

Zach smiled as he heard her words, he picked her up gently and spun her around. “Another baby, that means another room to decorate! Oh, did you tell the kids yet?” 

[Hope]

She laughed happily as she wrapped her arms around him when he spun her. “No not yet, just you.” She smiled. “Are you happy? Are you okay? I know work just picked back up for you.”

[Zach]

“I am happy! Mhm, work did pick up for me but that is okay. I have been saving up money just in case anyway so don’t worry about it.” He reassures her. 

[Hope]

Hope smiled as she nodded, “You were the first person I wanted to tell, I could probably have thought of something cute to do for you, but I was too excited.”

[Zach]

“It is definitely good news and more than welcome after everything that just happened. It will be nice to go back to things being calm again and only having to worry about the kids.” He smiles, “I think this calls for celebration right now, don’t you?” 

[Hope]

“I agree.” She nodded. “Yes, let’s celebrate together. What do you want to do? Party, a nice dinner, sexy night on the beach?” She asked teasingly.

[Zach]

“We can do all of those actually.” He teases with a small laugh, “We just have to pick out our outfits for that.” Zach says while carrying her up the stairs. 

[Hope]

“You want to do all of that?” She asked before laughing with him as he picked her up. “Zach, I can walk. I just found out, at least give me time before you start telling me to sit down.”

[Zach]

“Sure why not?” He teases before putting her down on the upstairs couch, “Mhm I was just carrying you upstairs darling don’t worry.” He winked. 

[Hope]

“Yeah sure.” She laughed softly before standing up next to him. “Come on let’s get ready.” She teased him as she headed to their bedroom.

[Zach]

Zach followed her back to the bedroom so that they could get ready. He headed to the closet to pick out some clothes for the party before settling on black skinny jeans and a white t-shit and leather jacket. 

[Hope]

Hope headed to the closet before grabbing her short black dress before sliding on her heels. She fixed her hair before looking for her phone.

[Zach]

He finished up his hair before grabbing his phone and then picking up Hope’s and handing it to her. “Here you go baby girl.” 

[Hope]

“Ah thank you baby.” She smiled. “You look very sexy by the way.” She purred before kissing him gently. “What car did you want to take?” 

[Zach]

“Let’s take the nice car yeah? The one you bought me.” He smiles. 

[Hope]

“Okay.” She smiled before taking his hand and leading him downstairs and grabbing the keys.

[Zach]

Zach took her hand before going downstairs with her and then holding the door on the way out for her to go out first. Once they were both outside he locked it and headed to the car with her hand still in his. 

[Hope]

Hope thanked him for opening the door before walking out and walking with him to the car. She kissed his hand. “Do you want to drive or me?”

[Zach]

“I can drive unless you want to?” He asks before pulling her closer to him and kissing her once more after they got to the car. 

[Hope]

“You can.” She smiled before kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around him as she deepened the kiss.

[Zach]

“Good idea.” He teases before taking the keys from her and opening the door for her after kissing her back. “We gotta save some for the party you know?” 

[Hope]

“You kissed me first.” She smiled before getting in the car. She buckled her seatbelt and waited for Zach to get inside.

[Zach]

“Mhm whatever you say…” Zach teases playfully before getting into the car and buckling himself up. He started up the car and drove to the party. 

[Hope]

She smirked as she relaxed against the chair before Zach started to drive. “Do you think about us when we were in the room?”

[Zach]

“Sometimes I do yeah. I think about how I could have handled things differently and how I should have stood up for you.” He says before taking her hand and holding it. 

[Hope]

She took his hand and shook her head, “I do too, but I think about when you would come down and hold me in your arms all day. How you wouldn’t say anything but you were there for me. You would try and make my favorite foods and you would kiss me so softly…you really loved me.”

[Zach]

“I never felt the way I did about you with anyone else before it was rather scary. But I guess I thought that since no one else could see how I was treating you, I was able to be vulnerable with you in those moments. I would like to think I loved you from the moment I saw you.” He teases. 

[Hope]

“You asked me if my parents named me after a stripper.” She reminded him before laughing softly. “Outside your room the world was so bad, but inside your room I was with you. Falling in love. I was safe…I was a princess. Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell myself when I was alone that I wouldn’t be alone forever.” 

[Zach]

“Mhm there are many things that we both wish we could go back and tell our former selves. We have come pretty far from who we used to be haven’t we?” He smiles while squeezing her hand. 

[Hope]

“Yeah.” She smiled as he squeezed her hand. “I’m still hot…you’ve lost it a little bit.” She said teasingly.

[Zach]

“Oh is that so?” He asks with a small laugh before pulling up to where the party was. “Maybe after some time you will change your mind.” The male teases. 

[Hope]

“Oh it’s definitely true. I mean look at me.” She laughed slightly before seeing him pull up at the party. “We’ll see.”

[kessicasrps]

I cry softly after hearing what the doctor said, trying to stay quiet so Edeline didn’t hear me since I had her buried into my chest. I was so heartbroken. We were both so happy about having this child and it hurt like hell that our baby was taken away from us. I felt relieved to know that you were going to be alright though. I nod after hearing what they said to me, knowing I had to get Edeline away from this situation and I needed to go see Hallie to really let her have it. “Okay, thank you. Please take good care of her and I will be back soon,” I say. I call Lottie when standing outside of your room, waiting for her and calling Daisy & Phoebe that I would be bringing Edeline by. I fill Lottie in on everything when she got to the hospital and I tell her to call me or text me with any updates. I drop Edeline off with the twins before quickly going to Hallie’s house, knowing I had to get Madeline out of there. I knock angrily on the door, waiting for her to answer while just feeling so numb while also angry.

---

I opened the door the second I pulled on some shorts and put on a bra. I heard Madeline crying and I rolled my eyes. “Shut the fuck up, okay, you’re not at your father’s anymore, so stop the goddamn crying. God.” I say angrily. “Piece of shit child,” I opened the door to see you so pissed off. “Oh my god, what?” I asked angrily. “You just had your weekend with Madeline, you’re seriously upset she’s home now?” I asked as I rolled my eyes. “Get over yourself Louis, and stop acting like you’re a victim. You have your weekends, just be grateful for that.” I say as I noticed I left my boyfriend’s drug kit out. -Hallie

“She just got into surgery, it’s going to be a while, take your time,” I texted you, just wanting you to know that Jessica was about to get her surgery. -Lottie

_

“I-I have a boyfriend,” I say. “I am not going to break his heart just because I can’t figure out what this is,” I say, gesturing between the two of us. “God, you make me feel like a teenager again and I don’t know if that is the best thing. You make me so reckless and it scares me, Harry,” I say, stepping away from you. 

---

“What this is?” I asked as I looked at you. “I make you feel reckless?” I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?!?! You liked that kiss, I know you did.” I say honestly. “So I’m the only one to blame here then?”