“Dammit! I’m a doctor, not nature-loving bear-bait!!”
Leonard McCoy was really disgruntled about this away mission, which had turned into a camping trip, due to the long journey to the native’s secluded village. The alien guide was leading the way, talking with Uhura and Jim, while you and the doctor trudged on behind. You giggled to yourself as he continued ranting about disease and danger and predators. It was funny how such a fearless man, who’d run into a firefight to save injured crew, could freak out over a few days in the wild.
“I don’t think there are any bears on this planet, Doctor,” you informed him, strolling along happily. You were having the time if your life on this gorgeous place and couldn’t believe he was so sour about it, but then Dr. McCoy was sour about everything, which was a shame, because he was incredibly handsome. He frowned at you.
“Well, surely they have some sort of carnivorous animal life? It’s too much to hope that we’re completely safe out here.”
It’s almost as if he was looking for reasons to gripe, you thought, shaking your head.
“Not around here, doc, sorry to disappoint you. It’s mostly birds, rodents, and insects in this area. If we’d have landed on the other side of the continent, well, that would be a different story. Luckily, the Captain listens to his science officers when it comes to dangerous flora and fauna.”
He snorted. “You haven’t been here long, have you?”
“Four months. Why?”
“Jim isn’t exactly known for his cautious streak. I could tell you plenty of stories–like the time he he got captured by a sentient vine that was holding him upside down, dangling in the air. Sulu had to hit the thing with laughing gas to get it to let go of the captain.”
You laughed out loud and the captain turned and looked back at you.
“What’s up, Lieutenant? Bones telling bad jokes again?”
“No, he’s telling me juicy stories about you, actually,” you replied. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing too incriminating.”
Kirk shot McCoy a betrayed look.
“And here I thought you were my friend, Bones.”
“Well, Jimmy, I was just reminding the Lieutenant here of some of your more…..hair-brained away missions to pass the time.”
The captain sighed. “You have to bring up my wild and irresponsible past?”
“Yep!” The doctor replied cheerfully. “It’s not completely in the past, either.”
You thought their banter was hilarious, but hid your grin, lest Jim think you were ganging up on him.
More trudging and crazy stories later, a large black bird swooped overhead, letting out a loud “CAWW!!” You stared at it in wonder. It was like a crow, but three times larger.
“Bad omen,” Leonard muttered. “Something’s going to go terribly wrong soon, I can feel it.”
“Why Doctor, I thought you were a man of science who didn’t hold to superstition!!” You reminded him. “It’s just a bird!”
“I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious,” he said, eying the low-flying bird with great suspicion.
“Is that even a word?” You asked in disbelief.
“It is now. Big black birds mean either something bad has already happened or will happen. The thing’s the size of a vulture almost.”
You shook your head as the doctor strolled on, muttering things about the treacherous nature of unknown planets. You looked apprehensively at the gathering clouds in the sky and hoped he wouldn’t turn out to be right.
About a mile later, the guide led Jim off the trail under a thick stand of trees with leaves the size of your head.
“She says we should take shelter from the rain. There’s a cave back in here we can take cover in.”
With another look of trepidation, the doctor followed you through the trees.
Your eyes were wide as you took in the foreign plant life that you’d never seen before. Giant ferns and ivy grew everywhere and there were huge clusters of flowers that looked like hydrangeas were dotted about the forest. You had your tricorder out in a second, analyzing as much as you could as you followed along. Leonard saw how your eyes were shining with excitement as you explored, clearly in your element, and he softened a bit, knowing what a scientific paradise this place probably was to you.
“Keep up, Bones, lieutenant!!” Jim called back and you realized you’d lagged quite a ways behind in your engrossing study of the plants.
“Sorry,” you called and tucked your tricorder away reluctantly, striding forward quickly to catch up to the other three. In a few minutes, everyone was huddled inside the shallow cave, watching sheets of rain pour off the overhang as the storm swept through.
“Wow, what a downpour,” The captain observed.
“Yes, it is,” you said. “Rather refreshing. I haven’t seen real rain in a long time.”
“This your first away mission?” He asked.
“Yes, sir,” you replied. You shifted your leg slightly to better balance your weight against the waist high boulder you leaned on and felt a sudden stabbing pain in your thigh. Whirling around, you saw a long speckled body gliding away into the darkness.
“Lieutenant, what’s wrong? You’re white as a sheet,” Kirk asked urgently.
“I think a snake bit me,” you said faintly.
“What? Where?!” The doctor was instantly alert and moving to your side.
“Here,” you said, pointing to the back of your leg just above the knee. “It was on that rock. It crawled away really quickly. I didn’t recognize the species.”
Already, your leg was throbbing and cold fear shot through you as you thought of the poison working through you.
“Try to describe it to me,” Uhura put in worriedly. “I can ask Teelith if she knows what it is and if it’s poisonous.”
“It is poisonous,” the doctor confirmed. “I’m going to give you a hypo to try to counter it until we know what’s going on. Keep still.”
Numbly, you nodded as the hypo was delivered.
“From what I could see, the snake was tan with black and gray spots. He was pretty cranky about getting his nap disturbed, I guess.”
“I should say so,” Jim said. “I’ll keep a sharp eye out in case he comes back. Bones, how’s it look?”
“Not great, Jim. We need to get an antivenin soon.”
Uhura was explaining the snake to the guide, and you saw her eyes grow wide with alarm.
“She says it’s the Speckled Cave Snake and they’re very dangerous. They have a treatment, but we must get her to the capitol before the day is over.”
Your frightened eyes met Leonard’s.
“It’s going to kill me, isn’t it?” You whispered. Your leg was very tingly and starting to go numb.
He swallowed hard and looked you square in the eyes.
“Not if I can help it, Y/N. We’ll get you there in good time. Won’t we Jim?”
“We sure will. Everybody Break out your rain gear and get ready to move out,” the captain ordered. “We’re going to get her to help, weather or no weather.”
Without further ado, he took off his pack and began rummaging through it for the standard poncho. You shrugged your own pack off, but the doctor quickly took it in hand to get out your gear, seeing you struggling to twist around.
“Stay still,” he gently ordered. “I’ll get it.”
“I don’t know if I can walk fast enough.” You admitted as you stuck your head through the hole and began to fasten the front and back together at your side.
“That’s okay, Y/N, Jim and I can give you a lift–if you’re okay with that,” he amended.
With you? Very okay, you thought. Dr. McCoy was the subject of many of your friends dreams and up until this mission, you’d always rolled your eyes at their pining. Now that you’d met him and worked with him, well, you definitely understood the appeal. His pessimism and grumpiness was clearly not an indication of him genuinely being unpleasant, but mostly an ongoing mild protest against space. According to rumors, he’d joined Starfleet just to get away from a nasty ex-wife who’d cleaned him out and made his existence a living hell.
You didn’t understand how someone could possibly do that to Leonard, but obviously you didn’t know the whole story.
Ponchos in place, you found yourself being lifted into Leonard’s arms as the five of you prepared to continued the trek to the native city.
“Hmmm,” you murmured. “Nice biceps.”
“You flatter me, Lieutenant” Leonard replied, looking down at you with a gentle smile. “You comfortable?”
“As much as I can be,” you told him. “Where’s my backpack?”
“Uhura’s got it.” He told you. Thus reassured, you nodded at Jim, who was waiting for the Okay to move.
Out into the rain you went, pulling your hood over your face as much as possible to keep from getting to much rain on your face.
Luckily, the rain did not last the whole four hour trip, but you weren’t sure you would. You felt worse and worse as the hours dragged by, the numbness joined by a fever that made the rest of your body ache. Leonard was occasionally spelled by Jim when his arms grew tired, but not for very long periods.
“Hurts, Len,” you mumbled. “So hot.”
“I see,” he said, looking very concerned. “Try to hang in there, sweetheart, we’re almost there. Teelith says it’s just a few kilometers, now.”
“Good,” you whispered and closed your eyes. Right now you just wanted to sleep and wake up better.
You were drifting in and out of consciousness when a voice said “there it is! Look, Y/N, there’s the city.”
You pried your eyes open a slit, but you couldn’t make anything out–it was all blurry. It appeared Jim was carrying you, since the sleeve was yellow, rather than blue.
“I’ll take your word for it. Can’t see much right now.” You whispered.
“Bones, she says she can’t see.” Jim told the CMO. We’ve got to get her in there as soon as possible or we’re gonna lose her!“
You were transferred back to the doctor’s hold for the last leg of the journey and you smiled deliriously.
“Y'know, doc, If I don’t die, I was gonna ask you out.”
“Oh?” The doctor asked pleasantly, one eyebrow going up, though you couldn’t see it in your state.
“Yep. You’re totally cute, and really smart, and completely sexy,” you rambled on. “Even your grumpiness is adorable and did I mention the dimples?”
“Now, now, Y/N, you’re gonna make me blush. You’re the cute one, you know.”
“You think I’m cute?” You said, head lolling around to try to see him.
“Sure do, darlin’.”
Even in your fevered misery, a happy feeling went through you. Unfortunately, you passed out again before you could say anything else.
When you woke up, you were in a very soft kind of bed and feeling much better, if very tired. The room was a soothing blue color, but strangely circular.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” came a voice beside you. There sat Leonard, a relieved grin exposing his dimples–the dimples you rambled on about to his face. “Welcome back.”
Trying not to blush, you nodded.
“Am I going to make it?” You asked.
“Sure are.” He told you, giving your hand a squeeze. “We made it in the nick of time. You’re going to be here a couple more days, though, because your body is worn out. Speckled Cave Snakes are no joke.”
“Thanks for hauling my sorry ass around,” you sighed. “Please tell me I didn’t hit on you when I was out of it.”
The smug grin that spread over his face confirmed your fears and you covered your eyes with your hand.
“Alright, I won’t tell you. But if you ever get a hankering to ask me out when you’re not out of your head, well, I won’t say no. You’re a great scientist and a charming person.”
Your blush grew deeper as he continued in a teasing tone: “Didn’t I tell you the crow was a bad sign?”
Epilogue: Four Years Later
You wriggled in your husband’s arms, trying to get untangled from his long limbs curled around you. Leonard McCoy would deny it until the day he died, but he was a big cuddle bug and getting free was tricky.
“Len, honey, can you let me out? Need to get up.”
A grunt was the response, followed by “I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get up.”
One eye was partially open and he squinted at you blearily. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his cute scruff, wild bedhead, and growly protests as you continued your attempts to rise from the bed.
“I’m afraid I do have to get up, darling,” you told him, with a kiss on his jaw. “Baby on the bladder makes things very urgent, you know.”
He smiled sleepily and finally moved his leg and arm so you could heave your eight months pregnant belly out of bed.
“You’re beautiful, darlin,” he called after you.
“If you say so,” you returned, making a beeline for the bathroom, cringing at the sight of yourself in the mirror.
That very eventful away mission had been the catalyst for a budding relationship between you and Leonard that resulted in marriage 18 months ago. Now, there was a little McCoy due in a few weeks and two very excited parents to be. The Enterprise was in refit for a year, so the pregnancy wouldn’t happen in space, a great relief to your worrywart husband.
When you emerged from the bathroom, Leonard was sitting up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and looking too cute to resist, so you walked over and sat down beside him, leaning into his warm chest.
“How’s our little peanut doing this morning?” He asked, giving you a sweet, lingering kiss.
“Feeling feisty,” you said, guiding his hand to the spot you could feel little kicks. “Pretty soon we’ll have another little blue shirt scientist in the family.”
“Probably, but he or she isn’t going anywhere near any caves on strange planets if I can help it,” Len said firmly. “No more snakes."
[ image: fern and lemongrab doing… something. fern is sitting in a yellow flower pot, legs sticking out of two cracks on the bottom and his hands resting on the top rim of it. he is having water poured out of a on him by lemongrab in one of his more nerdy outfits, though the earl is distracted by trying to read a green book on lawn care. fern seems to be neutral about all this, and lemongrab is trying to concentrate. water is getting everywhere. ]
Summary: Negan is freshly widowed, taking Lucille’s passing hard. He’s also the recently made owner of a flower shop. He runs into Rick – a tattoo artist – and suddenly Lucille’s passing isn’t so suffocating anymore. Thanks to Lucille?
Word Count: 2448
Pairing: Negan x Rick
Warnings: Modern! AU – so no zombies. Foul Language, Sexual Imagery and Language, Negan being Himself as Always,
Author’s Note: This is a one-shot for Regan Week filling in the AU slot! (Sorry I’m late but my tumblr wouldn’t let me submit!)
Sitting in his wife’s flower shop – now his flower shop – Negan wondered what the hell he was supposed to do with it. Lucille was always the florist, the horticulturist with the green thumb. Not only did she run the shop, but she brought her work home, too. Their lawn was the envy of the neighborhood with rose bushes and azalea bushes. Even in their home, they never had plastic plants, always orchids that were meant to die after a year, but Lucille kept alive and watered with an ice cube. There were cacti and hanging ferns everywhere – a damn fucking jungle, Negan would bitch jovially.
Despite all his joking around, Negan didn’t have the heart to tell Lucille no. Lucille was terribly allergic to pet fur, so they never have pets. They never had children either since Negan shot blanks – something he considered lucky in his younger days when he sewed his wild oats without having to worry about any accidents. Since he married Lucille, though, he hated not being able to give her what she wanted. The plants became Lucille’s children instead, and Negan was not allowed to touch them since every time he did, a plant died.
He didn’t mind, there were plenty of other chores for him around the house. But ever since Lucille got sick, they had let Olivia run the shop. Negan tried so hard to keep the plants at home alive as well, but he killed them all. And sometimes he wondered if it was because of him that Lucille died, too.
Did he neglect her? Not exactly, but he did cheat. Funny how soon after the one time he strayed from his wife, she ended up in the back of an ambulance not even a week later. God, he wanted to blame his infidelity on this flower shop so bad. They had been fighting, not unusual for them. Both he and Lucille were emotional and passionate people. That didn’t just mean good sex or loving with all their hearts, but that meant fighting hard, too, and being quick to anger. Usually, they could forgive each other, but they needed time to themselves to do that. The flower shop had been Lucille’s excuse to avoid him – it was prom season, and she had corsages and boutonnieres to make. Sulking, Negan went to the bar in the funk.
That was his first mistake. He shouldn’t have been drinking that much, he knew he had a problem. Lucille hated when he drank. Then the next morning he realized his second mistake. He woke up in a bed that wasn’t his with a woman who wasn’t blonde and wasn’t Lucille. Fuck, he couldn’t even remember her name. Frankie? Tanya? Negan couldn’t even remember if it was a good fuck either. A fuck he couldn’t remember would ruin his marriage – Negan felt damned for that.
When he went home with his tail between him legs, he confessed everything – and Lucille cried and cried. For three days, she pulled long hours at the flower shop, and Negan didn’t go anywhere besides work and his home. But after those three days, she came back and said she forgave him. Negan couldn’t believe his luck or her grace – and he was right about his luck because when he got that call from the hospital, everything from there went to shit.
Stage four ovarian cancer. The doctor gave them their time: three to six months. Dr. Carson was too damn generous in his estimate. Lucille didn’t even make it to two months. Well, Negan was a mess for six months after she was gone, but he never went back to that bar and he never saw anyone else.
He had handled everything at home, but all that was left was Lucille’s business. Olivia had been kept busy, especially during wedding season, but now that it was closer to winter, Negan figured it was time to decide what to do with the shop.
So here he sat, staring at the bills and expenses and profits. Fuck, he was a baseball coach, not a damn accountant. He didn’t know what these meant. Sighing, he looked up at the sign that had the store’s name on it is cute, curly script that Lucille hand painted herself: Lucille’s of the Valley. At the time, he hadn’t understood the play on words, and Lucille teased him so much about it. But now when he stared of it, he thought of how many times he personally put lilies – Lucille’s favorite flower – on her grave. Honestly, he wondered why she didn’t have daisies already springing up. Negan doubted that she’d stop gardening even in death.
Fuck, he missed her. He couldn’t stay here a moment longer, he was starving and just torturing himself as he drowned in memories of her. Negan left the shop in a whirlwind, snatching his black leather jacket up as he walked out the door, heading for his favorite Chinese buffet. It’s a testament to his grief that he hadn’t been there since before Lucille was diagnosed. It was one of their favorite places, less than a block away from her shop that he also avoided like the plague. Well, they had damn good food and Lucille’s ghost couldn’t keep him away from that.
Staring at his shoes, Negan had been so lost in thought that he didn’t look up until after he had already pushed the door open – bell tinkling overhead in a familiar chime – and stepped inside. The smell was the first thing he noticed – not like the familiar cooking oil at all. Secondly, he didn’t hear Chinese music softly playing, but – Kings of Leon?
Then he finally saw that this wasn’t the Hunan at all. Judging by the designs on the wall that replaced the gilded Chinese dragon, this was a damn tattoo parlor. Confused, Negan actually ducked back outside to check and see if he had gone too far, but no, the Hunan had been nestled between ThePeletier Laundromat and Morgan’s Cuts (a butcher shop) for forever.
Must have gone outta business without me and Lucille eating here, Negan thought to himself wryly. His mouth twisted, a cheap imitation of his old smile. Negan’s next thought was a lot bleaker.
Nowhere is the same without you, Lucille.
“Excuse me, but did you have an appointment with us?”
Startled, Negan spun on his heel, caught off guard by the question. For some reason he didn’t understand, his feet had carried him back inside of their own accord and now he was standing face to face with one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. Pretty pink mouth, facial hair lined with almost as much silver as Negan’s was, brown curls clinging to the back of his neck. The bluest eyes he’d ever seen – cornflower blue, Lucille would say, but since Negan has been putting lilies on her tombstone, he would say Lily of the Nile blue. She’d probably get a kick outta that. With a guilty start, Negan immediately felt uncomfortable for wondering what his wife would think of Ol’ Blue Eyes that he was eyeing up while she wasn’t even cold yet.
“Sir?” The man repeated, and cocked his head at him.
Was he staring? Shit, he was staring. “Shit, sorry for loitering,” Negan immediately tore his eyes away and started tapping his hands on the counter, feeling awkward. “I, uh, don’t have an appointment, I just thought this place used to be a Chinese buffet.”
“The Hunan?” Blue Eyes guessed.
Negan clicked his tongue and shot him some finger-guns, “That’s the one. Best fucking egg drop soup and egg rolls in town.”
Amused, Blue Eyes smiled a polite and small smile, barely there and yet just – fucking beautiful. “Yeah, I hear that a lot since we still get a lot of their old customers wanderin’ in as if we still got some fried rice in the back. We don’t by the way, before you ask.”
Surprisingly, Negan wasn’t all that disappointed for the lack of food – or that hungry anymore. Clicking his tongue, he joked, “Damn, and I was in the mood for some kung-pao chicken.”
Blue Eyes batted his eyelashes at Negan’s off-the-cuff cursing, but didn’t seem all that affronted. “I’m more of a shrimp lo-mien guy myself.”
“Gah, I can’t fucking stand seafood. Whenever me and Lucille would go out, she’d get the lobster and I’d get the steak.” Abruptly, Negan stopped realizing what he said. Though Lucille was always on his mind, he didn’t make a habit talking about her. It felt good to say that, but dropping her name so easily while he was flirting – shit, was he flirting? Shit, shit, shit.
“Lucille?” Blue Eyes perked up, and Negan flinched when he used her name. “Is that your wife?” Blue Eyes’ blue gaze pointed flicked down to his left hand where that golden band was still there around his finger. Negan hadn’t had the heart to take it off yet.
“Yeah,” Negan’s voice was thick with emotion when he finally answered. He swallowed everything down before he continued, “She was.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Blue Eyes immediately apologized, “I still wear mine, too.” He showed his own silver band, and Negan marveled at his beautiful hands before even glanced at the ring. “My wife Lori passed almost three years ago. It’s still hard sometimes, but it gets better,” Blue Eyes explains and then those blue eyes go wide. “Oh, I shouldn’t have assumed, you could just be divorced.”
“No, no, she’s dead,” Negan confirmed, confused on how he was feeling since he was feeling so much. “Fucking cancer.”
“Childbirth.” Blue Eyes nodded in understand, and Negan curiously didn’t feel like he was being pitied for once. This man obviously understood the tremendous pain. “Do you have kids?” Blue Eyes asked, southern drawl so soft now, “Lori being gone is harder on my son Carl than it on me.”
“No, we couldn’t have kids,” Negan answered easily enough. He had expected this to be hard, but it wasn’t. It felt good, cathartic to talk about it – especially when Blue Eyes was as easy on the eyes as he was on the ears.
“Oh,” Blue Eyes blinked, apologetic and unsure.
“No, it’s okay,” Negan rushed to assure him and then laughed. “We had fucking plants instead. Helluva lotta flowers. Lucille ran a flower shop.”
“Lucille’s of the Valley?” Blue Eyes exclaimed in seeming disbelief, “I go there regularly. I’ve been wonderin’ why I only ever see Olivia now.”
A little in shock, Negan’s brain processed this slowly. First it was how Blue Eye’s said Olivia’s name with ‘uh’ rather than an ‘o’ sound – it was damn cute in his thick country accent. Then there was the fact that Blue Eyes knew Lucille – and Negan had to wonder if Lucille was playing a trick on him in heaven or something. This was too perfect. Was this a test?
After the moment stretched out a tad too long, Blue Eyes apologized again, “Lucille was a wonderful woman. I doubt she’d ever tell you about me, but I’m Rick Grimes.”
Instantly, it clicked in Negan’s head. Rick, Rick, Rick, he remembers that name, of course he does. Lucille would babble about how some cowboy would ride in and ask for advice on his carrots. At the time, Negan would get jealous at her gushing about another man, and they’d always end up having sex after Lucille dropped his name. Damn. What kind of luck is this? Is it even luck? “Rick Grimes,” Negan licks his lips, his mouth tingling after saying the man’s name. “Lucille fucking loved you. I thought you were a farmer, not a, uh, tattoo artist?”
Blue Eyes – Rick Grimes – blushed a pretty pink, like a carnation. Were carnations pink? Fuck. Why is he getting all poetic and shit. Negan’s thoughts were interrupted when Rick drawled, “Well, I was never a farmer. Sheriff’s deputy. Got injured on the job, couldn’t afford the risk anymore as a single dad. Got a job here. The owner Daryl and I went to art school together.”
“Injured? Shy-eet. There’s a fucking story in there somewhere, Rick.” Negan bowed over, propping his elbows on the counter with his fingers curled underneath his chin, brushing his knuckles through his small beard he’d been growing since Lucille’s funeral. “Also, I thought you cops had to go to some academy or some shit, not fucking art school.”
Rick shifted from foot to foot, blue eyes glimmering at Negan like damn sapphires. “I’m not sure there’s much of a story, um, I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name. I know I heard it before, but I’m terrible with names.”
“Negan,” he introduced himself with a wide smile, and his cheeks actually hurt, he hadn’t smiled this big in too long.
“Negan,” Rick repeated sweetly, and Negan swore that something in his stomach fluttered. What the hell was that?
This was too much, too soon, and Negan really should be heading back to work and get some lunch. A little regretfully, Negan sat back up and listed to one side. “Well, Rick, this was nice, but I really gotta go find some fucking food and head back to the shop.”
Surprisingly, Rick looked a little regretful, too. “Oh, okay. Well, tell Olivia I said hello. I’ll probably swing by some time for some advice on my lettuce.”
Something old and instinctive reared its ugly head in Negan and he barely held back from spouting off that piss-poor excuse for a pick-up line that made Lucille laugh every time: Lettuce fuck. Lame. “Yeah?” Negan said instead, “I hope I’ll see you around the shop then, Rick.”
“What, you don’t want to come back and let me work on ya?”
Honestly, Negan can’t tell if Rick’s flirting until he remembers that Rick is actually a tattoo artist. He wants to believe it is flirting. “Maybe I’ll schedule an appointment for a damn tattoo when I go through my fucking midlife crisis.”
“Can’t be too far away then,” and Rick smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners.
Negan is as astounded as he is delighted by Rick’s behavior. “Fuck you, Rick,” Negan quips good-naturedly, “You’ve got just as much silver in your beard as I do, damn it.”
“Mine are from kids,” Rick smirks, “Doesn’t count.”
Like a shark, Negan grins, and it hasn’t escaped his notice that he’s lingering around. “Uh-huh, and I coach kids, Rick. Another reason I can’t get a tattoo.”
“Not anywhere visible anyway,” Rick countered smoothly, and Negan’s shit-eating grin flashes dangerously. That has to be flirting.
“Uh-huh, I’ll see you around, Rick,” Negan promises.
Mabel trudged through the shallows of lake Gravity Falls while Bill continued to curse about how Baphomet was clearly just copying what he had done to the town. “HE EVEN USED THE EXACT SAME SHADE OF RED FOR THE SKY, MABLE! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!? WHAT KIND OF LAZY PUNK JUST REUSES SOMEONE ELSE’S APOCALYPSE!?” He cried indignantly.
I just needed to express how sublimely happy I am. Scott and I have been together 8 years. We have been through so much together. He is my everything and I could not be happier.
We were walking my favorite trail in one of my favorite places in the woods. There were ferns everywhere and I was so excited to get to the end of the trail where there is sort of a rocky alcove cave area. We were chatting and taking photos and I turned to look at something. When my back was turned he said “Hey Hannah…””He was on his knee with the ring box and I immediately started crying. I was so bewildered, when he got down on his knee I put the ring on the wrong hand. haha I’ll never forget it.