Hi. I hope you’re good, and that you don’t mind me asking. Are you still coming back to this blog? I miss you, and not just your writing, but I’d just like to know you’re ok, even if this blog will stay inactive. Best wishes ❤️
I’m doing alright. Thank you for asking.I just realized I fucked up & thought this was an ask for my curently active blog. Whelp. THAT was embarrassing. Unfortunately, this blog is an archive at this point. I’m still here, though. I just spend my time on main & on my other writing blog now.
Alright, so... let’s just pretend update 005 didn’t happen. I ended up scrapping all my ideas, so that’s that. Now, I think I’m gonna redo my entire theme, and just wipe my slate clean for a bit.
I’ve gotten back into Hogwarts Mystery lately, so that’s probably what I’m gonna be freaking out about for the next..... idk how long. It might be a good thing though, since most of y’all are here for the HP content. Either way, This time I’m back for kind of real. I think. We’ll see. I actually have content I’ve completed. I just haven’t posted it yet. So, yeah.
For now, the blog is under construction. Please watch your step. Make sure to wear your hard hat & your safety goggles.
I only recently found your blog and I’m sad to see you going through all this but I’m happy that you are focusing on yourself💗 you are amazing writer and human being and i love you💕💕 ( I’m sorry English isn’t my first language)
Thank you, darling. You have no idea how much this means. Life has been so chaotic recently, but I’m getting through it. You’re a magnificent reader, and I am so grateful that you enjoy my silly stories. I love you, and if I could, I’d leap through the screen & hug you. There’s no reason to be sorry. English is a weird language, and the fact that you took the time to learn it just goes to show how smart and hardworking you are. Don’t apologize for learning a new language. I’m proud you did something so awesome. :)
Okay, now, first thing’s first. I’m not coming back yet. However, I want to come back soon. Now, in the meantime, I have three half formed ideas, but I need your help with them. Out of all the characters I can think of, none of them quite fit into the stories I have planned. Therefore, I need some input.
After all, who could give me better ideas than the people reading my stories? So, please send me a message or an ask if you’ve got ideas. They will all be answered privately to preserve the secrecy of my stories before I post them, so please don’t send them anonymously unless you want them published. (especially since they might get scrapped. At least one of them probably will.) Anyway, come talk to me about the following...
What I have:
Royal AU
Peter and the Starcatcher inspired AU
Greek Gods AU
What you should talk to me about:
What characters do you want to see me write for? They can be any character of any race, gender, fandom, etc.
I’m also stuck on some plot points, so what dialogue, situations, tropes, etc. would you like to see in these potential stories?
I’d also love to read other writers’ stories in these AUs because reading is one of the best ways to inspire writing. So, if you’ve got a link to one of your stories, one of your friend’s stories, or even just a story you enjoyed, please send me a link. I also wanna start reblogging stories again, so this will be a great way to introduce it.
Please don’t be afraid to state your ideas. Even if it’s only a little half of an idea or you think it sounds silly. It could still be a start. Don’t be scared to state what you have. No ideas are bad ideas because they can always be edited and improved once they’re out in the open. Some of my best stories have come from “bad ideas”. So, please, share your thoughts with me. I want to write stories you want to read.
If any of these ideas ends up as something I enjoy, chances are, I’ll officially come back from hiatus to post it.
Hi I’m so sorry to see you go. You are one of the most talented writers whose works I have had the pleasure to read. Your stories always make me feel better. I wish you the best and hope that you succeed in everything you want to do, and that maybe you’ll come back to this blog one day. I’ll miss you so much. Best of wishes and much love 💕
This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you so much. I’ll be back eventually. I just need to figure things out a bit.
Okay, so I almost made this post last night, but I thought it was a bit rash. Now, I’ve been thinking about it, and I now see that it’s a good idea.
I love you guys all so much. You mean the world to me. I’m just tired of giving and giving but not getting enough in return. Relationships should be cyclical. A gives to B, B gives to A, A gives back to B, and so forth.
I’m just tired of giving to the point where I’m empty. I wanted this blog to be a safe, positive, life giving space where we, as a community, love and support each other. However, I know I’ve seen my mental state take a turn for the worse since I re-made this blog. Now, this isn’t to blame this blog for all my problems. I love this blog. I love all of you, but the stress and the lack of support has really impacted my current state for the worse.
In a place that I created specifically for friendship and support, I find only isolation and discouragement. I’ve thought about returning my blog to its former glory, by writing for a specific character and that character only, but I’m simply not inspired to write for that character at the moment. I wish I was, though. I made so many friends when I wrote before, but now, people don’t see me as enough.
I wanted to be part of another community where I’d feel a little less alone, but I haven’t found what I was hoping for yet. So, I need time to recuperate and recharge. Being empty, I’ve learned, has a dangerous effect on my mental and physical well being.
This is why I’ve decided to go on an indefinite hiatus.
Between the 72% decrease in notes and the 3% interest in things I write (yes I calculated the statistics), I’m tired of it all.
I’ll be around for the next few days if anyone has any questions, but after that, I’ll be gone for a while. Contrary to what some people think, I do have a busy life.
I need to rethink this entire blog. Maybe it was a mistake to come back. I thought it was a good idea because I kept getting asks about my fics on my main, but the statistics speak for themselves. Sometimes, things aren’t what you think they are. I’d hate to do that after all my hard work, but I don’t want to clog up people’s dashboards and favorite tags.
So, goodbye for now. I’ll see you guys soon. Much love. ♥
Summary: Set after 01x10, this takes place after William abandons Logan in the park. You can’t stop seeing Logan after you left him behind.
A/N: Somebody asked for this when I was answering hiatus questions, so since it was already written, here it is. I’ll see you all in a while I guess.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
When you woke, the first thing you noticed was the smell. Everything smelled like Logan. Well, everything smelled like Logan and a hint of sex. Then, you noticed the familiar weight across your waist. You cracked your eyes open just enough to realize Logan had shifted during his sleep to toss an arm over you. You smiled sadly at him, sleeping soundly with his face free of any and all worry that caused his brow to crease. He looked peaceful for once. It made you want to stay, but you knew you couldn’t. Logan was your friend, nothing more. To him, sex was simply something fun, not something serious.
So, you decided to get up. After all, you had to run to the bathroom, so you quietly stood, careful not to wake the sleeping man beside you. You had to leave before he work up. If you didn’t it’d break your heart. You dressed quickly after a quiet trip to the bathroom, and you gathered all your things.
You were at work. You had work to do. This was your job. This might be his vacation, but it wasn’t yours. Plus, that’s exactly what this was for him, a vacation. After this, he’d go home, and he wouldn’t see you for another god knows how many years.
So, you closed the hotel door, padded downstairs, and returned your key to the front desk before riding off on your horse to your next destination.
All you’d left was a note.
Lo,
I had to go. There’s some work I’ve gotta do. I’m heading to Pariah to check out a Confederado host. Maybe we’ll run into each other in another four years. Well, unless you’re gonna follow me like the lost puppy you’ve been these past two days. Ha ha! Anyway, take care of yourself. Tell your family I say hi.
- Y/N
Morning in Pariah was always quiet. Everyone was always hung over and exhausted from partying all night. However, a few hosts wandered around town considering they didn’t need sleep. When you got to the brothel where you knew you’d find the host in question, you hopped off your horse and entered the building.
It was a bit uncomfortable searching for a specific person in a crowded orgy at nine in the morning, but you eventually found the host you needed. You assessed the damage, reported your findings and transmitted the data from within a vacant room.
Then, you began wandering back outside. On your way, you could’ve sworn you’d seen Logan, but it was just some host upon closer inspection. After leaving him this morning, you couldn’t help the bittersweet heartbreak you carried with you.
When you got to the front room of the brothel, where they served drinks, you strolled towards the bar to ask for something that would help take your mind off of Logan. Normally, you wouldn’t be drinking at nine in the morning, but you couldn’t help it. At least you weren’t the only person there, though. A man in a black hat sat hunched over not too far away.
You stopped for a second, thinking you were seeing things again, but you heard that familiar voice talking to the bartender.
“You know, I was just about to get a drink, but now that you’re here, I’m gonna need two,” you cracked while you approached Logan. Spinning around on the stool, those familiar brown eyes met yours.
Logan shrugged at you playfully. “Well, I told you before, you aren’t getting away from me that easily this time, no matter how many times you try to ditch me. I let you slip away from me once. No way in hell am I letting it happen again.”
It was said with a sincere smile, but you couldn’t help feeling bad. “What about last night?”
Logan was quiet for a second until he fearfully asked, “You regret it, don’t you?”
“I just don’t want to be your fuck buddy, Lo. I’m not good with things like that. My life always gets in the way. You know that.”
“So,” Logan confessed, “Would it change anything if I told you I’ve wanted something more with you for a long time?”
“Then I’d call you out on your bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit.”
You were confused, but when you looked into Logan’s eyes, you found nothing but sincerity. It made fearful butterflies bubble in your stomach. “What?”
“Back before you left, Jules always told me that I should marry you. One day, at lunch with her, she said it, and I just… I realized that I wouldn’t mind being married to you. As a matter of fact, I liked the idea. And, I realized that I was in love with you. I don’t know how it happened, but it did.
“And, then you wanted to go to dinner that night because you had news, so I was gonna tell you then. And, shit, this is gonna sound so fucked up, I even past by a jewelry store earlier that day, and I stopped in to start looking at rings. Fuck. Anyway, I picked you up, and we went to dinner. The waiter had just brought us our drinks, and you told me you had good news.”
Your heart broke for him in that moment. You could barely put it together when you whispered, “And I told you I was leaving.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled, “And I wasn’t about to throw my shit on you when you’d already made up your mind. I didn’t want you to question everything you’ve worked for your entire life just because I was too dumb to see what was in front of my face the whole time. I wanted you to be happy.
“So, you left, and we promised we’d keep in touch, but I knew that if I talked to you, I’d try to convince you to come back because I’m an asshole like that. And, I didn’t want you to do that. That’s why I always called when I knew you were busy, and I always made excuses when you called me. Eventually, we stopped trying. I was glad you were doing what you’d set out to do, but I missed you every day until now.”
“Logan,” You couldn’t breathe, but somehow, you spoke, “I– I can’t marry you.”
“Oh,” Logan realized what you must’ve thought, “No, no, no. That’s not what this is at all. I don’t want that either. We’ll take things slow. I just–” He sighed. “I just, I want you to know that I care about you. I don’t want this to be some no strings attached bullshit. I want you. I rushed into things before because I panicked and didn’t know how to handle those feelings, but now, I get it. I just want you to know that I need you in my life.
“You know me. You never ask me to be someone I’m not. You call me out on my bullshit, and you know what you want. I like that about you. We both know I stink at situations where people are all vague and passive.”
“You know, Lo. You’re really a piece of work,” you couldn’t help snickering at his blabbering, “but you’re my piece of work.”
You smiled so fondly at him, and he knew you cared for him too. It caused a smile to sprout on Logan’s face as well, and stated, “Good because I’m sticking to you like glue until we both leave the park.”
“Oh, come on, Logan,” you rolled your eyes jokingly at him, “At least find something else to do while I work.”
Logan shook his head stubbornly.
“I hate to break it to you, but,” Logan shrugged, “You’re stuck with me, sweetheart, whether you like it or not.”
Okay, so I almost made this post last night, but I thought it was a bit rash. Now, I’ve been thinking about it, and I now see that it’s a good idea.
I love you guys all so much. You mean the world to me. I’m just tired of giving and giving but not getting enough in return. Relationships should be cyclical. A gives to B, B gives to A, A gives back to B, and so forth.
I’m just tired of giving to the point where I’m empty. I wanted this blog to be a safe, positive, life giving space where we, as a community, love and support each other. However, I know I’ve seen my mental state take a turn for the worse since I re-made this blog. Now, this isn’t to blame this blog for all my problems. I love this blog. I love all of you, but the stress and the lack of support has really impacted my current state for the worse.
In a place that I created specifically for friendship and support, I find only isolation and discouragement. I’ve thought about returning my blog to its former glory, by writing for a specific character and that character only, but I’m simply not inspired to write for that character at the moment. I wish I was, though. I made so many friends when I wrote before, but now, people don’t see me as enough.
I wanted to be part of another community where I’d feel a little less alone, but I haven’t found what I was hoping for yet. So, I need time to recuperate and recharge. Being empty, I’ve learned, has a dangerous effect on my mental and physical well being.
This is why I’ve decided to go on an indefinite hiatus.
Between the 72% decrease in notes and the 3% interest in things I write (yes I calculated the statistics), I’m tired of it all.
I’ll be around for the next few days if anyone has any questions, but after that, I’ll be gone for a while. Contrary to what some people think, I do have a busy life.
I need to rethink this entire blog. Maybe it was a mistake to come back. I thought it was a good idea because I kept getting asks about my fics on my main, but the statistics speak for themselves. Sometimes, things aren’t what you think they are. I’d hate to do that after all my hard work, but I don’t want to clog up people’s dashboards and favorite tags.
So, goodbye for now. I’ll see you guys soon. Much love. ♥
Okay, so I almost made this post last night, but I thought it was a bit rash. Now, I’ve been thinking about it, and I now see that it’s a good idea.
I love you guys all so much. You mean the world to me. I’m just tired of giving and giving but not getting enough in return. Relationships should be cyclical. A gives to B, B gives to A, A gives back to B, and so forth.
I’m just tired of giving to the point where I’m empty. I wanted this blog to be a safe, positive, life giving space where we, as a community, love and support each other. However, I know I’ve seen my mental state take a turn for the worse since I re-made this blog. Now, this isn’t to blame this blog for all my problems. I love this blog. I love all of you, but the stress and the lack of support has really impacted my current state for the worse.
In a place that I created specifically for friendship and support, I find only isolation and discouragement. I’ve thought about returning my blog to its former glory, by writing for a specific character and that character only, but I'm simply not inspired to write for that character at the moment. I wish I was, though. I made so many friends when I wrote before, but now, people don’t see me as enough.
I wanted to be part of another community where I’d feel a little less alone, but I haven’t found what I was hoping for yet. So, I need time to recuperate and recharge. Being empty, I’ve learned, has a dangerous effect on my mental and physical well being.
This is why I’ve decided to go on an indefinite hiatus.
Between the 72% decrease in notes and the 3% interest in things I write (yes I calculated the statistics), I’m tired of it all.
I’ll be around for the next few days if anyone has any questions, but after that, I’ll be gone for a while. Contrary to what some people think, I do have a busy life.
I need to rethink this entire blog. Maybe it was a mistake to come back. I thought it was a good idea because I kept getting asks about my fics on my main, but the statistics speak for themselves. Sometimes, things aren’t what you think they are. I’d hate to do that after all my hard work, but I don’t want to clog up people’s dashboards and favorite tags.
So, goodbye for now. I’ll see you guys soon. Much love. ♥
Summary: Set after 01x10, this takes place after William abandons Logan in the park. The Smut™.
A/N: To the five of you keeping up with this, you have no idea how grateful I am for you. It really means the world.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Logan’s hands cupped your face when his lips met yours. He roughly pushed your back up against the wooden door, and you gasped in surprise. However, with the way Logan’s lips utterly devoured yours, you quickly melted into him, twisting your fingers into the dark locks of hair at the back of his head, trying to pull him as close to you as possible. The kiss was sloppy, desperate even. All you could do was claw at Logan, needing to be as close to him as possible. He appeared to have the same desire, one of his hands moving down your neck, barely ghosting over your breast on its way to grip at your hip before ultimately resting on your ass. He dominated the kiss, teeth and tongue clashing until he gently bit at your lip.
The desperate whine that escaped your throat told him all he needed to know. His fingers moved from your body, prompting a bit of irritation that quickly faded when you saw what he was doing instead. Logan fumbled with the pocket on your belt holding the hotel key. Through half lidded eyes, you gazed at him longingly. His cherry red, swollen lips were driving you crazy, and the way his almost black eyes utterly ate you alive had your body buzzing with anticipation. Once he finally unlocked the door, Logan kicked it open only to crush his lips to yours again, this time, guiding you backwards towards the large mattress in the room.
While you walked and kicked off your boots, Logan began toying with the buttons on your shirt, popping them open one by ne until you were able to slide off the fabric, trying to keep your lips connected all the while. After that, you greedily clawed at his belt buckle. While Logan began working on his own vest and shirt, you undid the clasp and popped the button on his now tenting pants. However, by now, the backs of your knees had hit the bed, and Logan pushed you down. You landed on the mattress with a few bounces, and Logan licked his lips at the sight of your tits in just your bra. It didn’t take him long to get to work, though.
Maintaining the desperation, Logan now had his turn at unbuckling your belt and pulled your pants off along with your panties. After tossing the fabric across the room, he quickly pulled his own pants off and crawled atop you. The entire time he moved, you couldn’t help staring at his now exposed length, long and thick with a bead of precum gathering at the head.
“Fuck,” was all you could pant at the thought of him fucking you with that thing. However, Logan had other things in mind first. Running his weathered palms up your legs, he spread them apart so he could see your pussy exposed to him. His cock twitched slightly at the sight of you dripping for him, and you couldn’t help squirming, impatient for him to do anything to help the aching in your core. He apparently got the idea because he positioned his face closer to your core before he met your gaze with a devil’s smirk on his face. The sight alone made you plead, “Oh, God, Lo, please!”
That was all you had to do for his mouth to get to work. Logan’s beard scratched at the sensitive skin on the insides of your thighs, and it made you arch your back into him due to the pleasure. His tongue flicked at your clit before it licked a long stripe to give you some friction. You could feel the knot in your stomach begin to wind while Logan’s mouth started finding all the sensitive spots you had. Your fingers entwined into his hair, holding his face between your legs while the other gripped the sheets. He then slid two fingers into you and began pumping them to wind you up further. When he began prodding at a spot on you that felt especially good, an involuntary cry of pleasure had you throwing your head back.
“Ah, right there!” Your hips rolled against his mouth to get more friction, and Logan couldn’t help moaning against your pussy at the effect he had on your body. The vibrations wracked through your veins, and you whimpered at the sensation. You were so caught up in the way Logan’s mouth felt, you wanted to cry when he pulled away.
His chin was glistening, and the sight was undeniably hot. You quickly grabbed at him and urged him to a position where he was atop you.
“Fuck, you’re so eager, aren’t you?” Logan teased you while he climbed up your body, littering your flushed skin with open mouthed kisses. He was going to make you beg now that he saw how desperate you were.
“God, Lo, yes!”
Now, his lips were leaving hot kisses around the sensitive flesh of your breasts. His arms gently reached around your arched back to unhook the clasp, flinging the fabric of your bra across the room before he took your breasts in his palms and kneaded the flesh just enough to have you sighing his name. The pads of his fingers ran across your taught nipples while he toyed with them before pinching them and causing your hips to buck up to his.
Logan leaned over you to whisper into your ear, “Ah, ah. What’s the magic word, princess?”
“Please. Please, Logan.”
“Please what?” He was now running the head of his cock across your core teasingly, holding your hips to the mattress with his spare hand to keep you still.
“Please, fuck me already!”
“That’s it,” Logan approved while he pushed into you with one rough thrust. You screamed out at the slight sting his length provided, but it felt too good to actually hurt. Before you could even adjust, he was snapping his hips into yours desperately while the bed rocked beneath you. Each slide of his member in and out of you made that knot in your stomach tighten. Logan was taking over your senses. The way his skin felt against yours, the finger shaped bruises he’d undoubtedly leave scattered across your skin, the sound of his hips slamming against yours and the grunts and groans spilling past his lips, the taste of yourself on his lips when he leant in to kiss your frantically, the smell of sex heavy in the air, and the sight of the man before you frantically thrusting into you while the both of you cried out in pleasure, undoubtedly being heard by all the residents of the hotel.
With the angle of Logan’s hips, he was able to grind against your clit to further drive you to the edge while he pumped himself in and out of you at a punishing pace. Your nails clawed at his skin, and his cock twitch inside you. His thrusts grew sloppier when your walls began to flutter around him.
“Fuck, Lo! Harder! I’m so close,” you begged him.
He began to thrust harder, but more precisely, and you screamed when he hit a specific spot in you. “Shit,” Logan panted lowly, his voice gruff and gravely, “You look so fucking good takin’ my cock like that.”
His words were all it took you to fall over the edge, and you saw white while pleasure coursed through your veins. You could’ve sworn you screamed, but you didn’t hear yourself despite feeling your voice cry out Logan’s name. All the muscles in your body tensed while Logan’s increasingly sloppy thrusts tried to prolong your high. You were beginning to come down when his hips stuttered one last time, and he came with a groan, spilling himself deep inside you while your oversensitive pussy pulsed around him.
He collapsed after he milked himself of his orgasm before he rolled off of you, and said something to you, but you couldn’t comprehend it after that mind numbing orgasm. Everything was like static on a television for now. You couldn’t move, and you knew you had jelly legs from how hard you came. Your body felt like it was on fire while your chest heaved, desperate for breath.
It took you what was probably ten minutes to fully return to your body, and then it dawned on your that Logan had been awfully quiet. You turned your head towards him despite its lead-like weight only to find his back towards you and the sheets of the bed covering both of you. His breathing was deep, so you knew he’d dozed off.
Sleep sounded like a good idea, so you rolled to face away from Logan and drifted off beside him.
THIS IS REDICULOUS. R.E.D.I.C.U.L.O.U.S. 926 notes. 48 reblogs.
Just 48 reblogs
And everyone wonders why authors leave this site.
If you truely liked the fic, don’t just give it a like. Flipping reblog it. @the-saviour-from-gryffindor or any author, would probably cry with happiness if every one of those likes was actually a reblog.
If you truly love your authors, promote and give feedback to their work.
For the love of all why bother reading it if you won’t?
Tagging some peeps because I want lots of people the see this; (ps I love all of you)
Why do yall think i hate writing anymore? Its even worse on ao3 becAuse you literally can see all the views people give your fics. Im so tired of it. Reasons lime this are why i demand feedback because if i dont demand it i wpnt fuckin get it. Im zaving all my works to a03 and probably deleting my tumblr. Im so tored of begging for feedback and literally getting shit thrown in my face because of ot
IF YOU ENJOY THE FIC REBLOG IT IT WONT FUCKIN KILL YOU
Summary: Set after 01x10, this takes place after William abandons Logan in the park. Logan won’t leave you alone, but is it really a bad thing?
A/N: It’s 1 am. I have work tomorrow, but I stayed up to finish this entire story because I wanted it done before I was exposed to ANYTHING Season 2 related. Naturally, I’m impatient, and I needed it all today, so have 3 updates in 1 day. My mental stability right now is questionable, you know, in case you can’t tell with the whole “3 updates in 1 day” thing. Ha ha ha ha! I’m going insane… wait, technically it’s the day after Westworld day… but also it’s not because I haven’t slept. Whatever. Fuck it. Fuck it all. I’m done.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
The saloon was somewhat crowded. A crowd of men were gathered around a table while a few girls stood beside one of Westworld’s many player pianos. Guests sat at almost every table, but the bar was relatively vacant, only two seats out of ten stood occupied. However, you quickly spotted the host in question sitting in a corner with one of his associates.
You leaned towards Logan, so he could hear you mumble, “Have a seat at the bar, I’ll be back.”
A/N: Y’all are killing me after the last part, so here’s the epilogue! I’m sorry, okay? What else did you expect out of a Carousel inspired story? I told y’all at the beginning it was following the musical!
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Billy Russo was not a good man. He killed countless innocent people, he took part in illegal operations and he hurt so many human beings in his life’s journey. He even almost hit you. But, he wasn’t a bad man. How could a horrible man give you so much? Billy gave you his everything. He gave you so much success in your work. He gave you so many smiles. He gave you his heart and his life. He even gave you another life.
She was growing up before your eyes. It felt like just yesterday that you’d told Billy about her, but it’d been almost sixteen years since that day, the day that changed everything.
“Mama?” her voice came from your doorway, so you lifted your gaze from your book to find your daughter standing in her pajamas.
A/N: The End. This is the shortest part of the series. Even the epilogue is longer than this. Please, if you’ve been keeping up with this story, message me or stop by my ask box to tell me what you liked & what you didn’t. I wanna hear your favorite parts.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
You gently stroked over the baby bump beneath your shirt while you hummed one of your favorite lullabies you knew your little one would hear so many times in their life. Meanwhile, you danced in the kitchen while putting groceries away. Things had been alright recently. Earlier in the day, you’d made your twenty-week appointment with your doctor. You couldn’t help debating if you wanted to know your little one’s sex or not. It didn’t matter either way, but you were scared. Billy would want to know, you knew that. He hated surprises. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out, but you knew that he might have the same hesitation as you. Learning if you were carrying a boy or a girl made it a little more real, and you didn’t know if Billy would want that either.
You realized in that moment, that reason was the only one that you had for not knowing. It was going to happen either way, so you might as well know. “I’m so scared,” you whispered to your tummy between humming, “but I’m so excited to learn more about you.”
You continued humming to yourself and to your little buddy inside you until you finished organizing everything. You’d just picked up the empty bags when your phone started ringing.
holamor replied to your post “Never Walk Alone (Epilogue)”
I’m so sad! I’m so so sad but I’m so happy that this has a bittersweet ending. I didn’t think that’s how it was going to end, but I think it’s perfect. Thank you!
I’m glad you liked it, but don’t thank me. Thank Oscar Hammerstein II & Ferenc Molnar. I just had the idea to mush it all together.
The ending is my favorite part, i think. While the reader and Billy don’t end up together, I think it’s for the best, and I think that she and Billie live a better life without Billy’s dangerous ties.
How did you think it was gonna end, though? I wanna know!
