#&&. where did Lest go!! fuck her I guess !! We didn't even get to see her flee with the others at LEAST GIVE ME THAT

[charmerquilled]

Hmmm. I don't know what to think. Finished season 2 and feel... hmm. No words I can formulate at the moment. All I can really say is that...only having two seasons was a bad call. Especially wrapping up literally everything up in the second season with only **looks at smudged writing on my hand** 9 episodes.

[dennisboobs]

Do you think Den would've told Barbara or Frank about Ms. Klinsky when it happened? If so, what do you think their reactions would have been?

No, I don't think he told anyone.

Frank thinks Dennis is still inexperienced in Roller Rink, which to me means he wasn't around enough to see Dennis' love life prior to that (tbh, I think what we "know" via Dennis from around that time is overexaggerated anyway, but he did date and break up with Maureen multiple times at the very least, which imo Frank would have Something to say about that, a "you banged her yet?" or something to that effect if he was around), and I highly doubt Dennis would have gone to him with it anyway. It could be that Frank doesn't remember, if he was told I'm sure he would just hear that Dennis slept with an older woman and give a big ole 👍

Barbara is a complicated one, because while we know she was neglectful and not around all that much, I also get the sense that she was overinvolved in certain ways, and I have a feeling she would have kicked up a fuss if she knew about it. Again, it could go both ways, Dennis could've told her and she could have been "busy" or otherwise indisposed (ie. high, drunk or both), but seeing as he's the golden child, I'd say it's more likely that she would treat Klinsky as a rival threat. Probably try to get her fired at the very least, and I'm sure if she had gotten involved it would have been fucking broadcast and made into a huge scandal with her at the centre of it all talking about how horrible it was for her poor son to have to have gone through all that. Mortifying ordeal for Den and free sympathy and attention for her, the real victim. Lest we forget the "he used to beat me, you know" shit she pulls when she's been the one physically abusing Frank to the point where he's scared of her. I also just think Dennis would want to uphold this image of perfection for her and would certainly never go to her for comfort, and I don't see why he'd brag to her about it. He'd be more likely to do that to Frank, if anything.

It seems like Dennis has been sort of at least passively aware of the fact that what happened is wrong and makes him feel uncomfortable, but that he Should like it, which – by my guess – was probably all done internally, without hearing the opinions of anyone else. That's why he's so shaken by what Dee says, because it's been part of his internal mantra surrounding it for years with no one to challenge it. It's not just the fact that she calls it rape, but also that she knows who Klinsky is and is like ??? she's Old and Ugly, she's not Hot or Young. Which also points to him not bragging to any of his classmates (outside of Mac & Charlie, because we already know they didn't know either), or at least not mentioning her by name (which also would have been a Choice on Den's part, because he would have at least subconsciously known that everyone would have a similar reaction to Dee at that point).

I don't think either of his parents would have been involved enough to know what the school librarian looked like, so I doubt they could have done what Dee did, but even then, if Dennis had told either of them, there would have been a good chance they brought it up in her vicinity; it's not like they give a shit about confidentiality. Barbara could and probably would at the very least use it as ammo against Dee in defense of Dennis re: "your brother's just been molested, Deandra," if she was to bring anything up about Dennis mistreating her, too. Like I just can't see these people being normal in any way if they had known, lmfao.

[dollkichi]

QUESTIONS QUESTIONS AND ANGEL IS HERE FOR ANSWERS!! 💕 Alsoo how could you tell Kokichi was my favorite how did you knooww/silly in all honesty he was my first DR crush he makes me wanna fucking punt him!!!! (romantically) also also, yeah!!! I do YouTube for funises and I have videos on these 4!!! (Hayase has only gotten one because that one drained the life force out of me the pain of being a gachatuber is real....)

Angel originally wanted Roselyn to be the Ultimate Actress cause it fit her past a little more to me (Acting her way through life. Acting so she didn't get targeted next because her family has this wonderful little habit of absolutely slaughtering each other apparently- also Acting so she didn't get hurt for showing anything more than at least blank discontent, Acting to protect herself and her emotions from being flushed out so she wouldn't get eaten alive. The business world is harsh, after all.) and it helped develop her personality and the fact that she didn't really have one, at least she thought. I mean, in one-shot fics I've written, Kokichi was the only person to ever get under her skin where she shows actual personality, while the others usually saw her sweet and proper fake outside persona before chapter 1. Liars know liars I suppose~

But the Pediatrician talent came when my big bro figure suggested it, since Rose and some of her backstory (at least, her side of the bigger story) was based on Mikan (it still is, the actress talent was just a different way she handled it) and my friend said it suited her, and I guess I can see it? Taking care of kids because she wasn't taken care of. But I'm thinking of sticking with Actress since it made me super proud for my first ever DR OC to finally be fully fleshed out!!!

Sukoshi's Talent... she didn't know how she got it either. She was guessing it's cause she was constantly outcasted for one reason (whoring herself out) or another (having a son and being a single mother), or maybe because she was responsible for her family's death. Though she didn't mean to set their house on fire. They were already dead, why wouldn't they believe her? The second fire was her fault. But she didn't have a choice, she had to, lest she died in a house with residents that wouldn't cry nor care if she died.

Nothing was wrong with her. Sure, she talked to herself, but that's because she didn't have friends at school. She tried to make some, but she was either never acknowledged, and even if she did make any, they'd all distance themselves and leave her anyway. She didn't get it. Nothing was wrong with her, so why did they outcast her like this? Maybe she was crazy. That's why everyone hated her. So, she had her mind to keep her company. At least then she wouldn't feel judged with her friends in her head. They feel real, so it isn't harming anyone, right?...

She also pops up post V3 because she wasn't really supposed to be in any game? She was going to be a sort of OC in my head I fleshed out from a dream, but I decided to make a blog for her and here we are! She's thrown into the loop but she fights and kills for her family<3

Ai's whole thing is being stigmatized and stereotyped because she's a demon. Despite all of that, she was raised by a caring mom and and very sweet papa!!! She also made it out of her stepmom's house because Kaede was there she'd probably died otherwise- She wasn't broken down because her mom always taught her to see the best in people, so she tries that motto, sometimes, it gets her hurt, other times.. it actually works. So, she keeps trying no matter now bad it hurts her to do it. </3 Demons, and specifically Succubi aren't and were never treated well, usually either killed to cleanse the world of them, sometimes just ridiculed and judged, and in Ai's case, Used as sexual relief, whether they want it or not, only to either be cast aside or killed to keep their mouths shut. Most humans even HATE Succubi with a passion they'll become priests or demon hunters just to get rid of them, and other times a few judgemental glances, derogatory terms sometimes and whispering is enough to show how much people hate them.

Fun fact!!! All of the Kokichi ships other than Rose wasn't planned to happen at least mostly on my end I just went along and ended up loving them <33

Aaah I ended up rambling-- (｡Ŏ �� Ŏ ̆ ｡) Sorry about that I'm very normal about my DR OCs (III╥_╥⁠)

– 🩷🎮

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY. I’VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY AND TIRED.

YIPPEE!! THANK YOU FOR THE ANSWERS!!! Also don't worry about rambling, I love reading your asks! They're always such a delight 2 get :3

Oh my god, I used to love watching gachatubers as a kid. I never understood how to use the apps very well myself though. I have a couple friends who still use them and it amazes me what they can do with it!!

CRYING OVER THE REASONS GIVEN FOR BOTH OF ROSELYN’S TALENTS. SOBBING. ESPECIALLY “taking care of kids because she wasn’t taken care of” OH MY GOD THAT’S SO SAD. I’m sure whatever talent you give her will suit her, congrats on fully fleshing her out!! Always fun to finally figure out what you wanna do with your OC

Omg. Poor Sukoshi, the people around her failed her :((

Would totes be her friend. I am hoping she is much happier now post game!! That’s really cool that she came to you in a dream. If she wasn’t supposed to be in any game though, how does she get her talent? Don’t you need to attend the school to be given your ultimate title?

Oh yikes, doesn’t sound like it’s very safe for demons & succubi in your canon. I’m happy for her in the sense that what she went through didn’t break her down and she was able to continue going!! I love characters like that RAHHHH!!! What is Ai and Kaede’s relationship like? Are they close with eachother?

Sometimes unplanned ships are the best!! It’s fun when something isn’t planned between two characters and they end up just having the best chemistry :3

[can-i-write-well-yet]

The Truth About Your Heart P2

P1/P2

Part two here we go! I had most of this written out when I put part one out, but thought it needed just a little more before posting it, so it got saved to drafts where I thought I'd work on it later, and then i had to get ready for a trip to visit my parents and my SIL's chiropractor F'd up her back and I had a frightening couple of days where i thought i might've had a malicious cyst and well...

It's later now I guess...

Anyways~ To Part TWO!!

Chapter Two.

King was face to face with Ban, and he hadn’t seen the Fox Sin of Greed this pissed since fighting the literal king of demons, even then it was never aimed anywhere near King so having it happen now was unsettling to say the least.

“Why King? Why the fuck is Captain asking for the kids to join us? He’s never asked before.” He started to pace around the room, picking up bags and various items while talking, “This has something to do with that prophecy the old man spat out doesn’t it? It already involves one of my kids, is he trying to drag one of the other two into it?” 

“Ban.” King grabbed his brother-in-law's arm to turn him to look at him, “Calm down, lest you forget that you’re not the only person with a child of prophecy.” King took a breath before continuing, “And you said yourself, this might not be anything more than the Captain being bored and wanting to see us. I know you’re worried but accusing the Captain of foul play when he has no control over it won’t help anyone.”

Ban looked back at his old friend, his brother now, and closed his eyes, slumping into a chair and placing his face into his hands.

“I know,” He spoke softly, “I know it won’t, but I can’t do this King. I can’t live with this fear of my kids being sucked into a fucking apocalypse, I don’t know whether I want to be dead before we figure them all out or just know and have it be over with.”

King nodded solemnly, when Bartra invited all the sins to meet, they never expected to be given a vision of those Four Knights, who would either stop the apocalypse, or be its cause.

When Gowther used his magic to share what exactly Bartra was seeing. That was his first mistake.

King saw Meliodas fall, just for a moment, as if the shock had taken away all his strength. King would’ve fallen too if he saw his own son in that vision.

Seeing Tristan, an adult Tristan, shocked all of them to say the least, King could only imagine what was going through his Captain's mind. And either Meliodas had purposely shut King out or his mind simply went blank from fear, but King couldn’t read his heart. All he could feel was bone deep fear emanating from his once fearless Captain.

He was just glad that Elizabeth hadn’t been with them, he didn't think he would’ve been able to stand hearing her heart, which had always been a painfully open book. 

Tristan was the Third of the children of the Seven Deadly Sins, with King's own son being born right after his and Diane’s wedding, and King's nephew (Lancelot, the poor lost boy, his first nephew, who he was afraid might’ve been his last) beating Tristan by just one month.

King was close with all of the children, he never expected to have such a natural talent for child rearing but he was glad he did, whenever the girls would need a day off and the boys would take the kids, Mel and Ban would always be rushing to King for advice, which was new.

‘How do I heat the milk up? How hot does it need to be? What if I burn him!?’ 

“Just warm it up a little, it doesn’t need to be hot, it just needs to not be cold.” 

‘I’ve tried bouncing him and feeding him and changing him but he’s still crying! Does he hate me!? What do I do!?’

“He doesn’t hate you Ban, he just needs his chewie, he’s teething and his teeth probably hurt a little.”

‘King, what's a Binkie? Eli left me a note saying Tristan needed it for sleep but I don’t know what it is!’

“Probably a blanket, didn’t he used to drag around that old purple one Lady Veronica made for him everywhere? It’s most likely that one.”

‘King I will pay you whatever you want if you’ll give them pillow rides.. Please, that's all he wants to do and he says he won’t breathe until he can.’

King was proud to be the one who knew what he was doing while the others were standing around clueless for once in his life. So he never complained whenever he would be given the kids to watch, he loved being with them, Lance was the calmest child he had ever met and would spend most of his time following around King’s children to ask them to play, and Tristan was just in awe of most things King did, and would ask him to tell him stories while sitting on Chastiefol.

King adored Tristan for who he was and what he represented, Peace. Finally after 3000 years, a child of Meliodas and Elizabeth was born, they had waited so long for a child but never risked it before their curses were broken.

Seeing Tristan in that vision, with cold eyes and a war-torn look on his face, covered in heavy armor and riding upon a white horse shocked them all to their very core. They had never thought their kids would be dragged into war, not after all they had done to stop the last one, they had worked so hard for peace. 

They knew something was wrong, after what happened to Lancelot they were all on guard, but they thought after they found him it would be done. 

‘Five years isn’t that long’ they all had thought, ‘Surely after we find him and fix this we can all go back to living peacefully.’ 

Seeing Tristan had painfully reminded them all that while five years isn’t that long for them, five years was a third of their children’s lives. They’ve barely lived a decade and are already being thrown into war.

Yes, they were all distraught by seeing the young prince as the Knight in that vision but nothing could’ve prepared them for the knight that came next.

Ban hadn’t said anything when he saw the adult Lancelot standing there, he hadn’t said anything or moved at all, looking back, King realized that was probably due to the fact that he couldn’t breath. 

To have not seen his first born for so long and then seeing him grown up in a prophetic vision warning them of the apocalypse? That must’ve hit hard, it apparently hit Gowther hard enough to have him make his second mistake, accidentally knocking them all unconscious. 

It was dawn when they had gathered and midnight when they all awoke. 

Gowther apologized profusely and tried to get the rest of the vision, but Batra’s mind was old, and his memory was shaky at best. He remembered that the other two knights would have Golden Magic, and Verdant, Wing-like hair.

The knight with the hair would be rather easy to spot, so they all quickly gathered that he must be out in the world somewhere, and wasn’t any of their children.

But the knight with Golden Magic could still be one of theirs. 

King knew that Ban would be upset by the summoning, but he still wasn’t prepared for the rage and fear he felt from his brother-in-law's heart. 

“I’m gonna go make sure everyone’s ready, calm your heart before coming out please? Everything will be fine, and I don’t want Deidrick or Ellie to pick up on anything.”

“Yeah yeah, I got it. Just go, I'll be out in a bit.”

As King left he spared one last look to the Fox Sin before leaving.

Ban was now left with nothing but his thoughts. And that was never fun. For anyone but especially not him.

This prophecy business was irking him, that fact that three knights were unaccounted for was problematic, the fact that they only knew who two of them even were wasn’t great either, and the fact that they only had one defining trait for each of the unknown two was fucking irritating. 

They could literally be anywhere and anyone. The green hair wasn’t that bad because they could be easily identified. But the Golden Magic? Any child that hadn’t yet developed magic became a candidate. And since a large amount of the children he knew were still young, it was concerning, to say the least.

Ban was particularly concerned as neither of his youngest children had developed any innate magical abilities yet.

His daughter could float slightly and was growing healthily, Elaine’s best guess was that would likely inherit her magic, so he was less concerned about her.

But his second son, Gustav. That child worried Ban.

Gustav hadn’t displayed any magical abilities at all, and when Ban had asked around, none of his friends or acquaintances had sensed any innate magical ability within the boy.

Ban should feel relieved, but he wasn’t.

Despite most people believing that Ban was “A brute who couldn’t appreciate a good book if he was beaten to death with it, in fact they weren’t sure he could read at all”, (These were Gowther’s words to Ban after The Fox Sin had spilled Ale on Gowther’s Brand new Book, ‘A Week Spent With Fredrick’. Ban had apologized but Gowther was still bitter for about a month afterwards) Ban read quite a bit. 

He had read about heroes who were a part of prophecies, and “The child without magic suddenly gains powerful magic and becomes a tragic hero” was a frighteningly common troupe.

So every day his son walked around with no magic, Ban would pray the child stayed that way.

The fact that the hero in the stories would always be from a long line of heroes or had some sort of tragic backstory, that only made Ban worry that much more, because he had adopted Gustav when the boy was seven. 

And seven years is a lot of time unaccounted for.

Lancelot had been missing for two years when Ban made that journey to the edge of Benwick. It was a cold rainy night, in the middle of December. Elaine was waiting at home, heavily pregnant with their second child, and he had been extra paranoid since she was so close to her due date, and the rainstorms had started.

They had been tracking the weather like madmen ever since Lance and Jericho had disappeared that night, at this point Ban could feel the storm's arrival in his bones.

Even so, Ban couldn’t take any chances, so he was determined to do one quick check before heading back to his wife.

He was just about done when he heard it, a small cry of a child, how he had managed to hear it, let alone realize what it was through the tumultuous rain he didn’t know. But he hoped upon hope that maybe that cry belonged to Lance, that after two years his son had finally returned.

He dashed across the field to the middle of the valley in front of Benwick, calling out for someone to hear, he could barely see through the rain, he was soaked from head to toe. 

He searched and listened but could hear nothing, see nothing. 

He was almost convinced he had some sort of auditory hallucination when he heard it again, louder this time. 

He pinpointed the sound coming from the stone near to where he and Jericho had last talked about the disappearances.

As he made his way there his hopes soared, finally, maybe he had found him. His son, his Lancelot.

His hopes were dashed almost as quickly as they had built. As he was ten feet away, there was a child there, behind the stone, but this child was just that, a child.

Lance would’ve been thirteen by now, and much larger. 

As his hopes faded away into a despairing thought that he may never see his child again, his thoughts quickly turned to panic when he got closer and saw the child there, soaked worse then even Ban was, and the worst of it was the child wasn’t shivering. 

Now Ban’s not the smartest but he knows that being that wet and cold your body should be moving trying to warm you up, that’s what the shivering was, the fact that the child wasn’t moving was more than concerning.

Ban began to walk to the child, ‘He has to be alive,’ Thought Ban as he approached, ‘He had called out to me, and I came here so fast, he couldn’t have died that quick.’

He put his hand on the kid's shoulder, slowly so as to not frighten him. The shoulder was as cold as he expected, when he turned the child’s body towards him, he nearly had a heart attack at what he saw.

Sunken in cheeks, and his frame was slim, too slim for a child, he had pale skin that stood out, even in the dead of night, Ban couldn’t even tell if the poor child was breathing or not. 

Throwing caution to wind, he picked up the kid into his arms and removed the ripped, faded, useless, blue shirt to put his ear to the boy’s chest.

He had seen something like this before, a child that was cold, slim, and pale, (His sister had looked like this before she died) and he knew that no child could’ve survived a night like this all by themselves. 

He knew that most likely what he heard was either the poor child's last hurrah, or the wind playing tricks on his mind. but still he hugged the cold child closer to his ear, hoping against all he knew.

‘Let me be wrong,’ He prayed, ‘Just this once, please let me be wrong.’

And for the first time in his life, it seemed God was on his side, for he heard it, the soft ‘bump-bump-bump’.

It came from the boy’s chest, and Ban swore he had never heard a sweeter sound in his life. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around the boy before taking off into the night, making a beeline for his home. 

That night had been one of the most frightening, heartstopping, painstakingly slow nights of his life. He had brought the child home in a panic, holding him as close as physically possible, trying to warm him up.

Bursting into his home he had called out for Elaine, when she saw what he was carrying she immediately got to work, drawing a warm bath and breaking the emergency spell bead that had originally gotten as a way to summon Elizabeth to help with the birth.

To say Elizabeth was confused was an understatement, seeing as Elaine was still two months away from her due date. But she had quickly gathered what was going on and had chased Elaine and Ban from the washroom to focus on the poor boy.

Elaine and Ban had waited the whole night in the living room, waiting.

Elaine had fallen asleep two hours in, but Ban didn’t sleep that night, couldn’t sleep, not until he knew the boy would make it.

At midnight Elizabeth had come back down to them, looking as exhausted as Ban felt, and had told him that she had done all she could, and that the rest would be up to the boy.

She had offered to take Elaine to lay down while he watched over the boy, he had thanked her profusely for that.

He walked into the room with deep fear in his heart, as he saw the child lying there he had two conflicting emotions trying to settle within him.

One was a bleeding worry.

The child looked two steps from death’s door. Their breathing was erratic and heavy, interrupted with horrid coughs, their face was flushed a bright red, and he swore he could see tears leaking from the squeezed shut eyes. He was adrift with concern that the child might not make it through the night. He couldn’t take it, this child had barely lived. How old were they? They looked to be about five, but they were so thin, were they that small or starving? He didn’t know their age, he didn’t even know their name, he didn’t want to carve out a blank gravestone Goddamnit.

The second emotion was a deep, warm, fondness. 

He looked at this child, so small, and saw his tiny eyebrows furrowed in anger, as if they were fighting against their sickness with all their tiny might. He looked at their small hands, clutching the blankets so tight they turned red, so small and so strong. He pushed back their bangs that were sticking to their head with sweat, he briefly wondered what color his hair would be when they got it cleaned? He had known this child for less then a day but he knew that he would protect him with his dying breath.

He had picked up a storybook Gowther had gifted him for Lance, deciding to read to the boy. As he read the book he could hear the boys breathing starting to settle into even breaths, no longer wracked with coughing. 

When he finished the seventh story, a tale of two parents and their baby being saved by a ghostly warrior, the sun had begun to rise out the window, shining onto the small boy. That was when he heard it.

“P-please…” The child had spoken, Ban had barely heard it.

He got closer to the child, brushing his hair back and asking what he needed, water? Food? Was he cold?

The boy had furrowed his brows as he struggled to respond, but had managed to utter softly,

“Please… turn the stupid sun off… it’s hurting my eyes.” 

Ban had never cried so happily in years.

The boy had taken months to fully recover, (He still had breathing problems to this day) but had been quickly inducted into Ban’s family. He couldn’t remember who he was, or where he came from. The last thing he remembered was walking through the rain looking for shelter, and calling out for help before collapsing, he didn’t know how far he had walked. He couldn’t remember what his name was either, so Ban and Elaine had decided to just call him their Boyo, just in case he remembered.

When Beru was born the boy had been quick to help wherever he could, making sure Elaine could rest comfortably and cleaning up around the house so it was easier. Elaine still recounts how helpful he had been to this day.

There was this moment, about four months after Beru had been born, when she was trying to roll onto her stomach while lying down on the bed, and she had somehow managed to wiggle her way out of her blanket pile and scoot near the edge of the bed without attracting Ban or Elaine’s notice, but she hadn’t escaped the boy’s.

She had nearly rolled herself off the bed but the boy had flung himself towards her and had caught her at the last moment, Elaine and Ban had rushed to the both of them to find their Boyo red faced, chastising the small baby about how she should’ve stayed in her blanket pile and had no reason to throw herself off the bed.

Beru just giggled, having no idea what the boy was saying but seemingly amused by him all the same. The boy wasn’t as amused but still carried her to Elaine, Beru still overcome with giggles.

Watching the scene, Ban had been reminded of something, a long memory buried deep back in his mind, of the only time he had ever seen Jericho’s older brother talk to her.

He had gone to check on her, mostly because he was told by Merlin to double check that he had actually fully removed the demon seed from her, but partly because he had felt slightly guilty for unintentionally driving her to become a demon host by purposely humiliating her at the prison, but you’d never hear him admit that outloud.

When he had finally found her, she was already in a heated discussion with someone else, her older brother.

He was apparently chastising her for ‘running herself ragged’ to which she countered with ‘walking down the street to get something to eat wasn’t running herself ragged, she was just bored for God’s sake!’ to which he then responded with ‘It’s running yourself ragged when we literally have people we pay to do that so you can rest you incorrigible dumbass! You had a DEMON residing in your body feasting on your emotions for months! AND YOU CAN’T REST FOR A WEEK!?’

His entire face had gone bright red with anger at his sister’s nonchalance for her own health, which she had apparently found hilarious because she had started laughing hysterically. 

Her brother wasn’t as amused but he helped her back to her feet and they started the other way, Jericho laughing the whole way.

Ban stared at the children in front of him as he was reminded of that day, the only clear memory he had of his foster sister and her real brother, and remembered his name.

“Gustav.”

“Yeah Dad?” The boy had responded. 

That one response had shocked both of the boys in the room into silence, the only thing anyone could hear was Beru, still giggling.

After trying to coax the boy out from under the bed, where he had hid in embarrassment, Ban had decided to talk with him about how he would adore if the boy wanted to call him Dad, and had asked why he had responded to the name. 

“It felt right? I don’t know, you said it and it sounded like you were talking to me, sorry.”

“Kid, you don’t have to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Ban was lying down next to the bed on the floor on his back, talking to the child as he rested his small chin on his crossed arms.

“Does someone else already have it?” The child questioned.

“Have what?”

“The name, you said it. Does someone else have it or did you make it up? Like you did with Master Hawk?”

Ban fixed the boy with a slightly annoyed look, “Number one, Master Hawk is very real-” The boy fixed him with an equally annoyed look and scoffed slightly, “AND, no. I didn’t make it up, he was my-” He cut himself off there, were he and Gustav anything?

Jericho was Ban’s sister, and he was her Brother, you could pry that title from his cold dead hands, but he and Gustav were never close, had they ever even spoken to each other? Or was Ban just a stranger that had known Gustav’s sister and attened his funeral?

“He was your what?” The boy had scooted slightly out from under the bed, enough to lay his upper body on Ban’s chest to look him in the eye. And as Ban looked at the boy, he decided that he had already claimed Jericho, he was sure Gustav wouldn't mind if Ban decided to claim him too.

“He was my little brother, his name was Gustav, and he was an annoying older brother, seeing you nag Beru reminded me of him.” 

The boy puffed his cheeks out in anger, “I wasn’t nagging!”He said fervently, ”She needed to know she can’t just roll herself off of places like that! She could get hurt!”

“She’s like three months old.” 

“If you treat her like a baby she’ll never grow up! You gotta talk grown up like and then she’ll copy you! And besides, I know she knows better, you can tell from her eyes.”

“See? Naggy~♪” 

The boy had then smacked Ban on the head before fully laying down on top of him.

“If he’s your younger brother, how could he nag like an older brother?”

“... He didn’t nag me, just our younge-” He choked up a bit at this point, he hadn’t really talked about Jericho since she and Lance had disappeared, he cleared his throat before continuing, “Our younger sister, Jericho…”

“Oh… D-do… Do you think he’d be… Okay with it?”

“Okay with what?”

The boy had curled up into the crook of Ban’s arm, he did that often, whenever he was unsure of things and needed comfort. 

“With me using his name? Will it get confusing? Would he be mad?”

“No buddy, I think he’d like it. I think he’d like it a lot.”

“Okay… Then I’ll use it good, so he’s happy, I’ll grow up big and strong, so his name gets a good story.”

Ban broke into a wide grin at that, “Sounds like a great idea~♪, Super smart like.”

“Thanks… Dad.”

Ban was glad the boy had curled himself into his arm, he didn’t like letting kids see him cry.

“No problem… Gustav.”

[way-too-cool-raybot]

I still got a lot of thoughts about The Devils Playhouse much like everyone else but spoilers for the ending

So I just replayed season 2 and so quite obviously there's a hell and a lot of jokes about Sam and Max dying soon, even Satan is like "you two will be seeing a lot more of me soon". Soo...did max #1 actually go to hell after his death in 305? Or was this changed do to the fact that he ultimately sacrificed himself? Because hell is clearly easily accessible to them even when alive, I would think that would be the first place you'd check for your friend you know was going to hell when they died. I mean Satan kinda owed them one both for the amount of souls they send there and for the poppers incident.

So, clearly though Sam couldn't find where his soul went, or he didn't think to look ? The former implies his soul either didn't pass on (#hauntingseason), went to heaven (as much as I like him, UNLIKELY), or possibly his soul was lost in space. Which is a sentence I never thought I'd say but here we are.

Clearly some ghosts can be seen, right? Dr Bosco was the most prominent, but lest we forget the duo also have souls seen in Night of the Raving Dead (who are total snobs). Sooo where the fuck did it go? Well it's possible that we just can't see it. Dr Bosco was attempting to clone Max a new body by the end, and I assume she thought that's where his soul would relocate. That or somehow she was planning on crafting an entire new soul. But I doubt that, I figure maybe they would use the same process she used to get her body back. But it failed because his DNA is "too weird". So it's possible that Max #1 is haunting is friend for the rest of his life, how sweet I think?

Alternatively, he could have just gone to heaven, a place we have Not Seen in universe and therefore would not be immediately accessible. The only reason I'm thinking this isn't the case is simply because, uh well he was already going to hell for so many things, momentary selflessness doesn't carry that much weight. But let us consider it for a moment; Max does actually give a shit about people despite his jokes and quips about lack of morals and conscious. He just seems like he prefers not to show it (eww mushy feelings. I'd rather you stab me). And while having affection towards certain people (note I'm literally just referring to Sam, Geek, and Sybil. Perhaps a few others) doesn't absolve you of arson, murder, assault, robbery, etc. It does add something to the fact that he wasn't just fucking evil. And, taking into account that he sacrifices himself for Sybil and probably most of New York considering he probably would have killed just so many people when he died, I think It could perhaps balance it out. So his soul might be enjoying an eternity in heaven with an angel version of Sam, until Sam #1 dies and replaces them. How cute.

Or his soul could be lost in and/or shattered across space or a different plane of existence á la 304. Which um. Is just sad to think about. I don't know about you but having absolutely no afterlife would probably be worse than one in hell. Or maybe he's conscious in space drifting aimlessly and sadly. Wow this short stupid essay kinda got sad fast.

Anyway, I guess the conclusion could always be "he's in hell Sam just never thought to visit" but uh, that's stupid and i hate that. I'll probably be drawing some ghost max soon. Perhaps he is hanging out with Sam #2 watching over and waiting for their specific partner.

[annabellenaughtyprincessrose]

My Brothers, The Lovers ❤ (Repost: Classic fanfic)

My Brothers, The Lovers *Revised version*

By Annabelle Naughty Princess Rose

Summary:I wouldn't trade my Brothers for anything in the world. SAM/DEAN/OFC. Wincest!

Rated: MA (18+)

Author notes: Hey guys! Well, I have  another classic fic of mine to share. This was a little idea I had while I wrote this story, an OFC sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, and thier growing forbidden bond. So, this is a Wincest story.

This story was recently published on my Fanfiction.net, as well as on live journal, Wattpad, and WordPress page. There may be some little changes I made because the story had bad typos. (Don't judge me.)

Please note: That this story contains Wincest. If you are uncomfortable with this nature, please DO NOT read!

Lastly, I don't own any characters. The story plot was my idea. ;)

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(Reader's POV:)

I love my brothers. They are caring. They are protective. When you're feeling down, they turn your frown upside down. If it was over a guy, they would stop at nothing to nail his ass to a wall. Any person, whether boy or girl is lucky to have them.

I wouldn't trade my brothers for anything in the world. They are a godsend. Sam and Dean: my knights in shinning amour.

We been through a lot together. Since our father died, it has been hell on earth...literally!

But no matter, we had stuck it through till the end and now we could live our lives...

A lot has happened since we saved the world from certain doom. We had one hard challenge: to learn how to live normal lives. I mean, I know it sounds stupid to do one simple thing, but come on, In our eyes, we are hunters. We were born as hunters. I don't think the three of us couldn't shake the fact that life was over. It was the only thing we knew.

But still, we somehow mange to cope with it. We settled in Kansas with the help of our father's will. We brought a house pretty much like the one you see on those commercials with the white picket fence.

It was close to the University Sam was planning to attend to resume his studies as a attorney and close to Lisa, Dean's one last stand and his possible legitimate lovechild Ben. I, myself was planning to go to a local Community College. At first, I didn't really wanted to go to school, but Sam insisted that it was serve me well later in life.

Yeah, life was perfect... at least for the half of that year. The urge of the life of freedom were still brewing inside us. We miss the life with no worries, of bills, school, kids...

So we sold the house hop into the impala and left.

About three months after, I noticed that our bond was changing. I noticed Dean would at times, would make quick glances out from the corner of my eye. I really didn't pay to much attention to it at first because I thought it was something that brothers normally do.

But now I found at night when I take turns laying next to him or Sam, at times I could have swore I felt his eyes staring down at me while I sleep.

Sam on the other hand had a very different approach. There would be times whenever me and him are alone, he wouldn't normally act like your typical big brother. He would act as though like a boyfriend. When me and him are alone, He would be a lot closer than usual. At times when I'm in the shower, I could have swore that I heard him breathing on the other side of the curtain not to mention to very tall figure I see just standing mere inches.

I guess I'm just imagination things. That's it's all in my head. Or maybe, I have a bad case of thinking dirty. Can I help it? I am not going to lie. My brothers are absolutely drop-dead gorgeous! They could get the princess of Cambridge a heat attack! I found that comment to be quite interesting! I begin to think the times when the three of us would be out, like geoceries shopping, bars,at the park. I have women rolling their eyes, whispering words about me, thinking that I was a whore for my brothers...

Nothing could prepare me for what happened two weeks later...

I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was sitting on the sidewalk in front of a sleazy hotel. I was writing in my journal at the same time sneaking glances at Dean as he was wiping down the impala. The way he smiles as he glazes down at his baby makes me happy but a tad jealous...but he assure me that I was his main baby.

I could hear the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom. Sam,was inside, washing his god build form in the shower.

Turning my head, I couldn't help but grin as I saw a narrow view of his ass. Even after all these years, Sam still had a nasty habit about leaving the shower curtain open.

"Hey," Dean replies getting my attention. I turn my head towards him trying to look innocent."What are you smirking at?" He asks.

At his question, I raised my eyebrows giving him a side smile.

"Nothing. just a thought I was thinking." I looked up at him and I could tell he wasn't buying it. That's the thing I love about Dean, he has the sense to know whether something was troubling me or Sam...and he would stop at nothing to find out.

"About? I curious," He replies in a singing tone making me laugh.

"It's personal. My thoughts only," I winked. Finally he give up the debate and returns to his duty wiping down his impala.

Later that night, we decided to pay a visit at local bar. That day was the worst night of my life.

To be from what seemed, the only sibling with two very handsome attractive brothers was a bitch!

From the second we walk in, there were woman, whether their were in a relationship,married, or even betrayal their same-sex partner, had cornered us.

One was a blonde, who I can tell had the personality of stupid trying to seduce Dean with her luscious but totally fake breasts. While a brunette who was staring Sam down and was the bartender of the bar didn't give a damn if she had other people waiting to be served. It disgust me how women could be so depraved for a man.

I wanted to get out of there. The room felt as through it was trying to suffocate me. It hurt my heart to see I was the only one left out. To keep myself from bursting into tears, I did just that but my attempt to leave was cut short by a hand on by wrists.

Turning my head, I came face to face to a man who was pure hillbilly. He had messy hair,oily jumper and I remember that when I was at the bar, I would turn my head and he would smile at me.

"Where do you think you're going, darling?" The man asked. I can tell that he was drunk and had the slightest clue as what he was doing.

"Going home," I replied. "And I appreciated if you remove your hand from my wrist." I tried to Jerk him away but it was a useless attempt.

"I don't think so darling, You're looking very pretty there's no need for an angel face like you to scurry away..."He tried to pull me along, but I stood my ground. Then he does the unthinkable, He roughly pulls me against him loosing his balance completely falling on one of the now broken tables.

Everyone turned their heads Including Sam and Dean who immediately lest from their social gathering to my aid.

"Hey Asshole!"Dean replies as he and Sam walked over to the scene. "What are you doing with my sister?!" He began to throw insults at the poor man, while ignoring Sam's attempt to help me up, I stood up on my feet.

"I'm fine," I replied. "The fat ass broke my fall."

"Fat ass?" The man shouted. "Who are you calling a fat ass you bitch!"

"Hey!" Dean shouted. reaching down to jerk the man up by his collar. "Don't fucking talk to my sister like that!"

"What happened?" Sam asked, taking my hand and I jerked it away.

"Oh! Like you care! he was trying to rape me!" I shouted. "Forget it! I'm getting the fuck out of here!" The last thing I remember was Dean calling that fat bastard "a Son of a Bitch" before throwing punches and Sam trying to calm him down.

At the Hotel, I stood fully nude in the shoulder letting the warm water abuse my body. I was just so relieved that I got out of there.

So what I acted like a ass. So what if I act like a jealous girlfriend. I'm not going to be held responsive. I could hear the door to the hotel room opening following the distant voices between the two.

Dean was shouted some sentence that were inseparable and Sam was speaking in a mild tone. I covered my ears, to try to block out the conversation, along with the pounding of the door, but it a useless. Finally, I finished my shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and took a deep breath. I made my way out of the bathroom with my head down before glazing at the faces of my older brothers.

Sam, who now has a sad look on his face. His green eyes sparking with concern. Whilst Dean has a pissed off expression, trying his best to remain calm. There were no words that were unable to fall out of mouth. I just walked passed them and climb into to very large king side bed we shared with saying a unexpectedly surprising, I suddenly began to cry my ear out.

Almost immediately, Sam and Dean's expressions changed. If they were confused, I could say the same thing. The reason why I was crying, I couldn't understand. I was always the second tough one when it comes from intense situations, I guess with everything that we had been through together finally had took a toll on me. I see with my watery eyes Sam turned towards Dean and he nodded his head. without hesitation, they began to walk towards me.

Dean lay on my left, Sam lay on my right. They huddled up against me trying to console me. Sam was wiping away from my tears, while Dean began to rub small circles down my back.

This warm fuzzy feeling began to grow inside me. I gaze into Sam's eyes and I can see the easiness and calm in his face. Then I did the unthinkable. I reached my hand and caress his cheek and I leaned in a kiss him passionately on the lips.

There was no feeling I can't describe other than, I felt as through I explode into a million pieces. What was more shocking is that Sam didn't pull away. He gave in and began to response with my advances. Dean was anxious to show his passion. I could feel his lips on my neck, his hands trailed down to my breast giving them a firm squeeze.

I moaned in response breaking my lips with Sam replacing them with his. I tried to show my love for the both of them. Wanting to give them all of me...

Everything happen in a flash. the removing of clothes. The hot soft lips on my heated skin. The feeling of being completely filled. Like flipping a page in a book. Like riding the biggest wave and suddenly ,you're caught in the tide.I felt so much pleasure.

It felt like Heaven. It was heaven...

That was last night...

And here we are...

Today is a new day. I stare at the ceiling with a smile on my face as I felt warm naked bodies sleeping silently against me...

Nude Dean on my left...

Nude Sam on my right.

Right now, I can't say that God is pleased. Not with the events that had happened. Now, When I said I love my brothers...I love them more than just a sibling nature. I love them, I'm madly in love with them! When I think of their eyes and their smiling faces, it makes my body want to explode in fireworks.I don't care what people would say. I don't care if our father would turn over in his grave, I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world! it always will be the three of us forever...

Sam and Dean,

My brothers, the lovers.

The End.

[clairecrive]

"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader

A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.

Here's their Instagram and Spotify.

Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K ish

Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.

It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.

Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.

Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.

"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision. 

"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.

They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.

They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play. 

They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses. 

They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.

After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future. 

However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.

"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."

"Of course you'd say something like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.

"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."

"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."

"Which is?"

"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.

"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.

"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."

"What?" 

"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"

"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.

And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.

"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.

Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure. 

"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.

Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day. 

What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders. 

"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.

As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence. 

The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment. 

She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.

Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.

She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?

He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.

"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.

"Hi," he smiled back at her.  

Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.

"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with. 

The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".

"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.

However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.

"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too." 

"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul.  

Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth. 

"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess. 

He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire. 

"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.

"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.

"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"

"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n  almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.

"I'm Sirius." 

And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.

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Tagging: @seldomabsent

[flowerbunny20]

Part 2 - 5 stages of Grief

Continuation from Part 1. Click the link below to read it!

WARNING: -Swearing, a little balance, payback. Genre: - moving on, angst, breakup

Summary: You went back to your apartment. Hoping to not run into Bucky, but instead, you were haunted with memories of you and him. You found a new item in the apartment that wasn’t yours nor his. You are getting over Bucky, but he was pleading for your forgiveness. There wasn't a funeral, but your feelings for Bucky are dead.

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You didn't know where to go. You are not stepping you're foot into your apartment, especially not the apartment. It used to be a place you called home. Now, you’re not so sure if you can enter a house that was filled to the brim with the lingering memories of you and him. You’re sitting on a park bench, unaware of the hours that flew by so quickly. Everything feels fuzzy, the background noises all tone down to a blur.

You feel so blank and lost. Like nothing makes sense. No place to call home anymore. No arms to hold you close.

You hear thunder. You feel the rain on your skin, and you can’t even tell the raindrops apart from your tears. “Life’s a tornado,” you laugh to yourself bitterly. “And I am the cow spun around for entertainment value.” You feel the pocket of your jeans vibrate; it’s coming from your phone. You had put on silent earlier in any case Bucky calls and his stupid ringtone would always make you feel alert.

Luckily, it was not your cheating ex. You answered the call.

“Hello?” The other end said the sound of heavy rain and thunder was loud, but you can still hear them.

“I..” you feel yourself unable to talk. Words feel heavy on your throat.

“y/n? Is that you? Where are you?” you hear Wanda’s familiar concerned voice. “You’ve been so quiet, I got worried”.

The only thing you did was sniffle and she knew exactly what happened.

“Okay, honey, I’m going to get you, just tell me where you are.” She sounds frantic and you hear her keys jingling in the background.

“The park,” you said.

“The park? Which park?” Wanda questioned, and you imagine the furrowed brows on her confused face. It was a nice distraction from the numbness. You hear Nat’s voice chime in the other end“ I know which park.”

You stayed silent. “We will see you there. Just stay safe, okay?” Wanda said with ease. Wanda didn’t end the call in her haste, so you could still hear the two of them bicker. “Grab the umbrella, it’s a storm outside” Wanda urged. “Knowing y/n, she probably sat there for hours. It’s better to bring a towel too. Let’s motor.” Nat replied.

Pathetic was the word that you would describe yourself now. How did you not see this coming? You knew something was up but you didn't expect that to happen especially in front of you, out in the open, where everyone saw you were humiliated.

The scene flashed before your eyes when you saw Bree being overly friendly with your now ex-boyfriend. You feel a sharp pain in your chest as your fingers curled into a fist. You put your legs up on the bench as you slowly lower your head to your knees. You feel your thoughts spiralling again. If someone were to open a dictionary and look up the word ‘overthinking’, there’d be a picture of you instead.

At times like this, when you get swarmed in your own darkness, Bucky would pull you in his arms, holding you close, whispering “It’s going to be okay, just relax, alright Doll?... I’m here… I’m not -”

But not anymore. Bucky made sure of that. You feel alone, the cold has settled in, it creeps into your skin, everything feels fogged up and-

Your train of thought stops when you hear someone calling out to you.

“Y/N! Y/N !” The muffled voice became clear, as you looked up and saw Wanda’s concerned face. She had cupped your face into the palm of her hands, trying to get you to snap out of it. As she sees your vision settled into her form, she smiles in relief. “Hey…”

You look up at her, with tears welling up. She immediately hugged you, Nat was there as well holding the umbrella over everyone. Nat wrapped a thick wool towel over your shivering body.

“Let’s go home okay?” Nat’s voice was soft. It feels pleasant. She has always shown tough love, but this time she was gentle, feeling every ounce of your pain. “Barnes is going to find himself frozen again the next time he wakes up,” she muttered under her breath.

They brought you back home and got you in warm clothes, wrapping you with blankets to go with the hot chocolate they made for you. They stayed with you, holding you in their arms, comforting you as much as you needed it.

You woke up the next day realising both of your besties are out already. But they prepared your favourite; waffles and chicken nuggets for breakfast with coffee to help you wake up. You haven’t had real food since yesterday. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee and waffles made you realise how hungry you actually are. You took a seat on the table and reached out for a nugget.

Today feels like it’s going to be a long day.

DENIAL

You let whatever happened yesterday sink in. You finally switched your phone on to see if you had any missions today but instead you were greeted with a bunch of missed calls from Bucky. You couldn’t help but clench your teeth, sucking in your breath lest the tears start falling again.

“No new mission yet,” you said and paused. “I’m guessing everyone knew” Without realising your fingers directed you to the old messages Bucky sent you. Rereading everything you guys had said, from when you started talking.

Searching and scanning for answers, every line, for some kind of sign when you were mine.

Your tears started to emerge as you can see how slowly he was disappearing. His “I love you’s” turned to “love u” and even those were only present on good days.

Every emoji he always used after every sentence wasn’t there anymore. Like how he would use the waffle emoji right at the end of “made you waffles!”. And each time you type goodnight whenever he is out on a mission, he would send you back a picture of him holding a polaroid photo of you in his arms before he closed his eyes. “I’m always with you, Doll. Goodnight. I love you (heart emoji, kissy emoji)” was the sentence that would come along.

After composing yourself you texted in BAD BISHES, a group with you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m going to the apartment to get my stuff, is it okay if I crash here until I find a new place?”

“Sure Honey” Wanda replied

“You want us to follow you?” Nat said

“No, it’s fine, I can go myself” you replied

“You sure, Hun?” Wanda ask

“Yeah, I can take care of myself.”

“If anything happens, call us okay? I’ll gladly beat the shit out of Barnes” Nat replied. She rarely uses emojis, but this time she sent the smiling devil emoji. You can see she was trying to come out of her comfort zone just to cheer you up. That thought made you smile a little.

“I will” you chuckled at her response, you closed your phone and went back to your apartment.

You stood in front of the door, hesitant to open it. You really don't want to run into Bucky. “Fuck it,” you said underneath your breath. You open the door to find the whole apartment just the way you left it, but a few empty bottles of beer on the table. His shoes were not there, you sighed as you stood in the hallway.

You find yourself seeing the memories that you had with Bucky flashing before your eyes. An old crack on the wall that was left by Bucky when you guys first moved in together as a couple. The stupid ring mark on the table when you guys had iced coffee and he forgot to put the coaster on the bottom. You guys had a playful fight over that. You smile bitterly.

Finally, the bedroom, the place you had lain with Bucky’s arms around you. You went to the closet and started packing the rest of your things. More memories of you and him flooded in, it wasn’t your fault, you’re sentimental. But what kind of new memories is he creating with her.

Every piece of clothing, everything that you had was marked with memories of him.

The influence he had on your life was great. You remember the clothes he’s given to you as presents. The decisions you’d make before buying a new outfit. “Would he like this”, “Would he think I look cute in it?”, “Would this match with his shirt?”

How a fool you were.

When you saw his clothes, you also smelled the scent of very strong perfume. Clearly, it wasn’t yours. You cleaned out your items and went to the toilet to grab your toiletries. You weren’t about to let that woman use your expensive shampoo and the face cream Shuri gifted you from Wakanda.

You paused and saw a new toothbrush by the sink. A stupid red toothbrush next to yours which was pink and his that was black.

She was here.

Your eyes widened. She was here at OUR PLACE?

ANGER

You felt your body boil and every inch of you started to burn. You then heard the apartment door closed, signalling that it was time for you to leave. Furious from betrayal, you took that stupid red toothbrush and flushed it. Who cares if the toilet is clogged? That’s Bucky’s problem now. Not yours.

Bucky heard the toilet flushed and called out.

“Y/n? Is that you? ” he asked right when you exited the bedroom with your stuff in hand.

Your hand clenched into a fist; anger was written all over your face. He was lucky your hands were full at the current moment. He had escaped a beatdown of his lifetime.

“Doll, listen” Bucky pleaded. “She was just a friend. I promise”

You chuckled bitterly. “You expect me to believe that James?”

“James? Doll, you always call me Bucky.”

You sneered, “You're not Bucky to me anymore. You’re just James, James Barnes”

James stood there, brows furrowed in confusion, you continued “ The Bucky that I knew, would never hurt me like this.” Once those words left your mouth you felt a lump in your throat, you can see his blue eyes darken as if you had managed to strike a chord. HAH! If only he knew how much he hurt you.

Oh, how he had offered you a safe haven and cruelly shattered it.

You decide that you don’t want to bother sparing him the details. It’s not worth it. You held the few items you managed to grab in your bag and walked past him, trying to leave while doing your best to not break character. Before reaching the door, you felt cold metal on your arm. James was trying to pull you back.

“Y/n….” he said looking desperate. “Please… I’m sorry…”

“You know what Nat said when I started liking you? ‘Be careful with this one. I should’ve listened” you said swallowing the lump in your throat.

But you and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenceless, you build palaces over paragraphs, you build cathedrals.

“But…” you begin, choked. Everything feels so heavy and hard but this thing inside you is just begging to crawl out. “When you called me your ‘Doll’,” you almost spat at the word now. “I really thought I meant the world to you just as how much you were to me.”

James stood there, silent.

You can’t even look this man you loved in the eyes now. But you thought to yourself that you must be brave. Your heart starts to race not losing eye contact with James. You pushed his hands off you simultaneously, pushing him away as well. You see James’ furrowed brows as he realises how he has hurt you.

“I thought you would at least be considerate of me. Why did you bring her here? Why replace my spot on the bed with her?” You didn’t intend the last part to sounded so malice, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Doll…” he pathetically called out. “You don’t understand she-”

“If she was such a friend, why was her toothbrush here?” you said coldly.

His eyes widened, only to confirm that he had had her over.

“How long…” you said hesitantly “How long has she been here?”

Once again, he kept to himself. The room was silent and tense.

BARGAINING

“If you were to walk in my shoes, would you forgive me?” you said.

“YES!” he exclaimed. “Yes Doll, I’ll always forgive you” he pleaded.

“What if the person I cheated on you with, was someone I told you not to worry about a long time ago.” you raised your eyebrows waiting to see his reaction. “You know the person I’m talking about. We went way back, what was it? High School?”

You knew he had bad blood with this person, but James also knew he was your best friend first before you two were together. You had always had a connection with this person, you both were smart, he was a narcissist, but you can understand him even before he finishes his sentence.

“Ah.. I remember… What was the quote he used to say to present himself without the suit?” you look James in his eyes “A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” you smirked, you’re delighted to see James’ hand curling up into a fist.

“Exactly…” you said, staring into his eyes. “You would find it hard to forgive me, wouldn’t you?”

He took a while to respond. “I will still forgive you,” he said sternly.

“So what? Are you going to be okay with the fact that I fucked him behind your back?” you said as you took a step to him “Would you be okay that I disrespected your trust and made a fool out of you?”

He shook his head. “No... no.. stop it”

“Laughing behind your back with Stark as we get hot and heavy-” you were cut off by James placing his vibranium arm on your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry! Okay! I was wrong!” he shouted looking at you. You can see him desperately seeking forgiveness.

You could not see anything, other than betrayal spread all over his face.

“I would have forgiven you; you know that…” you graze his face with your fingers. He felt the warmth of your finger tingling his skin, his blue eyes searching for a sign of whether you were going to forgive him.

“But you… you flaunt her around like a prize you just won.” you said, “everyone knew what was going on, how easily you were cheating on me out in the open.” you laughed bitterly.

“How could you?... I loved you…” you said, feeling your tears emerging. “I’m erasing myself from the narratives. Let everyone wonder how y/n reacted when you broke her heart.”

I’m burning the memories, burning the letters.

“You’re distrustful, Barnes” You give him a soft gaze as you placed a hand on his vibranium arm. He looks hopeful, for once. “Why did I ever fall for this stupid pretty face of yours” you scoff.

You forfeit all rights to my heart; you forfeit a place in our bed. You sleep wherever instead, with only the memories of when you were mine.

You swiftly pressed a few buttons on the vibranium arm, smirking when you hear a few clicking sounds, and catching it before it falls on the floor. “I’m walking away from your life. I took all my stuff so you don’t have to remember me anymore. Even this” you wave the metal arm about. “Especially this”.

James looks at you in disbelief.

I hope that you burn.

There were tears on your face, but you didn’t care. Let James Buchanan Barnes see you for the last time like this. How much he has hurt you. “Have fun unclogging the toilet, that’s your problem now. Not mine. Maybe Bree can help.” You spat venomously.

You really feel like laughing amidst these tears now.

You left James dumbfounded on his doorsteps as you slam the door shut loudly in his face.

DEPRESSION

Walking back home you felt more tears streaming down your cheeks. Pain, anger, loneliness, helplessness, everything you felt swarming around you. You wish you could wake up from this reality, but you can’t because it was all real.

The vibranium arm you're holding, you could have lied if you said you haven't tried to hold the hand. Usually, at this point, he would draw a little circle with his fingers around your hand. You got back to Wanda’s apartment and sat there staring at the vibranium arm.

You stared at it. “It’s really over. Huh?”

You heard the door open, Wanda and Nat were back, they walked into the living room and paused. You put it away immediately when they got home.

“Hey hun, where’s your stuff? I thought you went back to go get it.” Wanda asks

You sighed “I already put some away. I gave away some on the way back. They weren’t worth keeping.”

“Was that bitch there?” Nat sounded like she was ready to pounce.

“No… But her toothbrush was” you pouted. “And the apartment just stank of her perfume.”

“It’s okay honey. You’ll get through it” Wanda held you in her arms. The warmth felt nice to the coldness you felt these couple of days.

“I don’t know about you girls… but since I gave some of my stuff away, I could do for some retail therapy.” you are not one to dwell in your feelings. So you know when it’s time to get moving.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, let’s motor” Nat smirked, jingling her keys.

ACCEPTANCE

You’re now at a new café Natasha suggested. You would have wanted to go to your favourite one, but there was a risk of running into Barnes again. It was after all, near your old apartment.

“Well, I did flush her toothbrush down the toilet. Quite sure it's clogged and the toilet is all gross now.” You grinned mischievously.

“WOW!” Nat exclaimed. “And so he has to deal with it with only one arm since you took the vibranium one?”

“Mmhmm,” you said with a smile.

“You’re evil…” Nat grinned. “I like that.”

“What are you going to do with that arm?” Wanda asked. You mulled it over for a while, fiddling with the red velvet cake on your plate, tracing patterns on the cream cheese frosting. This café wasn’t so bad if Nat likes it.

“I’m pretty sure the arm could find me the new things that I need.” You manage to say through a mouthful of cake.

“And how are you going to do that?” Wanda asked, giggling. She tries stealing some of the cake on your plate. Sneaky Sokovian, this one. She is Pietro’s sister, after all.

“Wanda darling, I made the arm! I’m pretty sure I can dismantle it and do something with it” you laugh as you sip your iced caramel macchiato. “Enough about James, so how about we go out and have some drinks tonight?”

“It’s James now, huh” Nat raised a delicate brow. “You’re moving fast, girl.”

“I have to.” You shrug.

After leaving the café, the three of you went shopping, trying on different clothes and experimenting with new styles you never thought of. You’re no longer Bucky’s ‘doll’. You are your own person and learning new things would be fun.

Later that night, it was Wanda’s turn to pick a place. Instead of the usual club, she chose a lounge bar. Wanda has always been quite the introvert, this place suited her. It felt classy, it felt secluded and new. Even the drinks were good. You even ordered nachos to share.

You would be lying if you said the thought of him didn’t cross your mind during the shopping trip and this lounge. But you have to forget. You didn’t walk out of his life, he subtly told you to do so.

It broke your heart, but you have to get up and pick up the pieces yourself. You just need a few months.

-To Be Continued- Hope you guys like it! More coming soon! Thank you for reading✨✨✨

Editing Credit goes to @hoejiicha she helped brought this writing to life.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Heart, Mind and Soul

(A Jack x Rin x Roland drabble)

Word Count: 1770

Warnings: a coming out and mentions of polyamory

A/N: While celebrating the arrival of Emma's baby, Jack comes to a happy realization. This is 100% out of order from "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and its impending sequel. 🤣

“This baby is very..”

“Oh, he's lovely! You’re lovely! Jack, doesn't Emma look lovely?! I know you're very fuck the lot of ya inside. You need me to take some of that from you? Or him?”

“Blimey, Little Bird,” Jerry laughed.

“Sorry! Sorry. Bit of an emotional tornado going on from everyone. I get nervous and manic.”

“Squidgy,” Jack finally managed to finish his sentiment from before. Everyone stared at him, “Well he is! I've no proper contact with kids save Billy, but he’s a teenager. Wasn't exactly in a right way when he came round was I?”

“I've got loads of experience with them,” Roland piped up from his place against the wall. The others seemed to forget he was there. Except Rin.

Rin knew he was vibrating with the sound of gentle chaos that surely emanated from Emma, Jerry and the baby. “Plenty of kids in the traveller community I came from. We all chip in and help,” he spoke softly. His long arms outstretched towards the mother and her infant. “I’d like to hold him if Jack won't.”

Emma’s eyes darted from Rin to her brother. She wasn't full of panic (like Jack), or excitement (like Rin). It was more like confusion over Roland’s place in their life.

Rin felt that her.. well could she say sister-in-law? Sister? They were great friends. Either way, Emma liked Roland. She liked that he teased out the jealous, competitive side of Jack. That he made her brother human. Social. That Roland fit like a strange musical puzzle piece into Jack and Rin’s life together. Rin knew Emma just didn't have the words to ask what was going on.

Jack's body tensed. His nostrils flared as he puffed out his chest. “I'll hold him!” he protested. From his position behind the medium, Emma and Rin noticed a cheeky grin spread along Roland’s face.

“First of all relax,” Emma gently suggested. Jack tried, his shoulders sagged and curved downward. “You can either hold him one of two ways. Like this,” she demonstrated holding the newborn against her shoulder. Her one hand covered his back; the other cupped his head. “Or in your arms this way.” Now she situated the baby cradled in her arms. Not once did he stir or open his eyes.

“Either way you might as well learn both, love. So you can help Em and Jez,” Rin pointed out. “Get the hang of carrying him about, then feeding and changing nappies.”

“Uh, doesn't he need Emma for the feeding?” Jack's question was innocent enough. “And me? Billy’s fourteen. He’ll be round more than I will.”

“C’mon mate, just say you’re scared. I'll take him instead.” Roland stepped towards Emma and everyone else.

Emma made to hand the baby off to Roland, but Jack piped up. “No! He's my nephew! I'll hold him first!” The baby whinged in response, but still no crying.

“Alright, no need for a shout. So touchy. Ok just hold your arms like this,” Roland crossed his arms in front of his body and hugged his elbows. Jack mimicked him. “Now in the crook. That's where his head goes, alright?”

“Yes Daaaddd,” Jack rolled his eyes heavenward and stared up at Roland through the curls that hung over his forehead. He sneered with a lip curled, but it was only playful.

Emma could see the light behind her brother’s eyes as he and Roland looked at one another. She knew that look. The flirtatious, almost bashful one two people who were newly in love- or at least attracted to one another- gave. Other than the fleeting smirk, only Jack's eyes gave him away.

Roland, on the other hand, couldn't seem to hide the affection he held for the other man. His smile was wide and dimpled his cheeks. Yet Emma couldn't tell if it was Jack or Rin he was in love with.

Emma noticed the way Rin seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on between the two men while she curled herself into Jack’s side. Her chin resting against him as the baby was placed in his waiting arms. The way the empath felt about Jack was often spread out around to everyone nearby. An overwhelming sense of calm and warmth would blanket them. Often accompanied by a wild heartbeat and flushed cheeks.

But there's no way she could be unaware, Emma thought to herself. Rin literally absorbed emotions. Was she ignoring it then? Afraid to confront the situation lest she lose Jack or Roland who had been the woman’s oldest, and only, friend.

“That's it. Look at that,” Roland interrupted Emma’s contemplation. “You're a natural, love.”

Even Jerry knitted his brows in confusion. He shrugged as his wife stood beside him. They watched as Rin’s friend joined the couple on the sofa. He settled into Jack the way his girlfriend was. Was it just to get a better look at the baby, or was it more?

Jack, it seemed, was a natural. After the initial shock of actually holding an infant in his arms, his body relaxed immensely. He cradled the head in his hand and realized just how enormous it was in comparison. Or how good the baby smelled.

Jack didn't even know babies smelled good. Or took ragged little breaths in their sleep like a sigh. Or had the soft cheeks that he was now brushing ever so gently with the thumb of his free hand. Then over the bottom lip. His lips.

“I think he's got my mouth,” Jack said in utter fascination. The baby finally opened his eyes and attempted to focus up at the face in front of him. “Oh brilliant!” Jack marveled now. “He's got my eyes! Well, OUR eyes,” including Emma in the statement.

“Technically all babies have those color eyes until they're at least a few months old, then they'll change to a more permanent one.”

“Thank you for that soul crushing spot of information, Rolo.” Jack's eyes rolled again, but he jokingly jabbed him with an elbow. It was totally flirting.

Rin placed her hand on the newborn’s forehead. She closed her eyes and appeared to drift off for a little. “Babies are so emotionally quiet. They need just three things, and they either like you or they don't. You’re in luck, babes. He bloody well adores you.”

Jack felt a lump in his throat. He thought back to the day he and Martin, Emma’s ex and Jack's “lawyer”, were sat together before Jack was taken to hospital. How Martin had told the young man there wasn't much to like about him. Jack's response then was the same as it was right now. Except the tears that unexpectedly slid down his cheeks were happy ones.

“Cheers, mate.” Jack's crooked grin was full of hope. A tear fell on his nephew’s forehead which he quickly tried to wipe away, but Roland beat him to it. Their fingers brushed together; Jack bit his lip. His heart rate picked up.

“Givin’ him a bath already, and ye only just held him a first time, Uncle Jazz..” Roland paused to let that roll off his tongue.

Jack and Rin simultaneously scrunch their noses. Faces screwed up in obvious fake disgust as they stared at their third.

“Absolutely not!”

“Jazz sounds like every musician ever trying to fight each other for the spotlight. No bleeding way. Rather listen to your stupid theremin!”

“Jazz is improvise and-” Roland swallowed his bottom lip and took a breath as the other two just laughed. “Fine! How's Jax?”

“Loads better!” the others exclaimed together.

Rin snaked her hand across Jack's shoulders and lost her fingers in the hair on the back of Roland’s neck. Their attention back on the infant.

Emma’s face began to match her hair with redness. Only because she couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. She wasn't upset or even worried. No, she knew Rin was giving off tendrils of stillness. That Emma would be ok. That everything was ok. She squeezed Jerry’s hand and he whispered in her ear that the little bird was right.

“Alright, who next? Wren? Rolo?” Now Roland’s eyes rolled dramatically. “Maybe Auntie if she's ready?” Jack turned to her.

“Since I am INCREDIBLY turned on watching you hold this baby, hand him to Rol so I can see if it does the same?” She was flirting.

“I’d love to if ye don't mind?”

Jack relented. He handed the baby off to Roland who held him quite expertly in one arm. His other hand free to absently swipe a stray tear on Jack's cheek who leaned into the hand that lingered on his face.

The three of them forgetting where they were. Or weren't? Either way, Roland’s hand cradled the side of Jack's face the way he was the baby’s head. It took little encouragement, and the softest tug, for the men to bring their mouths together in a tender kiss. Jack's hand clinging to Roland’s shirt.

Rin covered Roland’s hand on her boyfriend’s cheek and ended the kiss. She turned his face towards hers, hand tangled up in the wildness of Jack's hair now. Their mouths meshed into one for a few moments before breaking apart. Their foreheads pressed together as they smiled at one another with a knowing glance.

Then Rin leaned around Jack so Roland could bend to kiss her too. Their lips lingered this time with a hint of tongue.

“Jack, is there something you.. You want to tell me? Us?”

“Yeah mate, safe space and all. Scout’s honor.”

Jack heaved a sigh. A contented one as the three people on the sofa all shared secret smiles with one another. The notion being passed amongst them silently. emphatically. That it was the right time to say it out loud.

“Seems I love men and women. And well, guess I've gone and fallen in love with one of each? They’re not making me choose because they are already in love. It’s been working for awhile now.”

“We just never said it out loud till right now,” Rin added.

“It sounds like fecking music to my ears,” Roland almost giggled.

“You don't hate me, do ya Em?” Jack was suddenly worried. Heart again in his throat.

Emma’s face relaxed. She didn't quite understand how it worked. A threesome that lasted into a relationship. What she did know was that Jack looked truly happy. He was as relaxed as the baby in Roland’s arms. How lucky that he was loved by two people instead of just one? That's all that mattered.

“I guess we say welcome to the family!”

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[heresathreebee]

Dirty Water

Benny 'Borracho' Magalon x Robyn Banks (Black!OC)

Summary: Robb met a couple of shady characters calling themselves cops. Well it just so happens they are, and they're worse than she first thought.

Masterlist

Word count: 2.5k words

Rating/Warning(s): +16 Mature | kidnapping, mild torture, tied up, wanna be clear: IRL I do not condone hooking up with a person who kidnapped you or was complicit in kidnapping you, it just don't work out like that in reality

AN: so basically I'm gonna write and post this in whatever order I please, then go back and figure it out later. Since my brain has jumped back on the Pascal bandwagon, it's hard to focus outside of his body of work but I'm still coming back to this story with relative ease.

Just when she'd started to warm up again, a another shower of ice cold mop water was pitched over her head. Robyn sputtered and coughed, trying not to swallow the suds in her mouth or let them see her cry to keep the dirt out of her eyes. From the shadows that danced beyond her eyelids, she could tell the alleged cop who called himself Nick was crouching in front of her. 

"Last chance, sweetheart," the dirty cop said. "Tell me how you know Tony D'Onofrio." 

Fuck. 

Seven years ago, two federal agents walked in on officer Robyn Banks being sentenced to traffic duty. She didn't mind– she was fed up with the secrets her colleagues were forcing her to keep anyways. Maybe stepping down could help her clear her head, maybe give her time to compartmentalize those events and feelings. Only now could she say that the rest of her career was already out of her hands. 

"Those agents on that file? They approached me about D'Onofrio. Said he was my moby dick. Made a big deal about 'justice' and 'law and order' and 'the sanctity of the badge." Robyn spit more mop water onto the floor and continued, "I told them I didn't know what the fuck it had to do with me and they just sorta looked at each other." 

The blond man– Nick called him Z, she thinks– crossed his arms. "Quit jerkin us around, Banks, get to the fucking point." 

Nick held up a hand. "Easy, tiger. I asked for a story and that's what I'm hearing. Keep going, Robbie." 

Robyn scowled on the inside. "They told me he was my father. More like a sperm donor than anything, he probably didn't even know I was alive." 

"Now that is interesting," Nick purred. 

He cut the zip tie binding her arm to the rolly chair and handed her a towelette to wipe her eyes. She dared not reach for the tie on her other arm, lest her captors think she's pulling a move to escape. Instead she dabbed the sweat and mop water that soaked into the skin of her neck and face to pause and think about her next words. 

"That was the basis of the deal. I join their investigation undercover, see if I can get somewhere with my connection, and help them put one of the biggest crime bosses on this side of the coast away for good. In exchange, I get to call the shots, they'd put in a good word with my CO and elevate me to detective status instead of beat cop." 

"Thought you liked being a beat cop," the one in the silk flamingo shirt said. 

"Apparently nobody believes that." 

"So," Nick steepled his fingers beneath his aquiline nose in thought, "your end of the deal wasn't even your idea? How does that work?" 

"Sounds like she got something else out of it," the bald man in the white polo accused. 

Robyn glared at him, but she didn't contradict him. If she wanted to be listened to, she needed to stay calm. Stay calm, stay alive. Go home with the minimal amount of PTSD. 

"Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?" When nobody raised any more objections, she continued. "I agreed to their terms. Next I know, I'm climbing the criminal ladder, dropping bread crumbs about my parentage, two years goes by, yada yada yada, and then bam. I have a meeting with the heir apparent to the Italian mafia. 

"At that meeting I told Tony D'Onofrio he knew my mother and that I knew they had been dating around the time I was born–" 

"Conceived–" 

"Yeah that– he stared at me for so long I forgot how to breathe and then… he… believed me." 

A pin dropped somewhere in the empty parking garage. A dog barked wildly a mile away but could still be heard in the silence that followed. Robyn still couldn't believe he'd bought it either. 

"He just… believed you," Nick said skeptically. 

Robyn could do nothing but shrug. "I never got the details, I couldn't ask my mom about it and Tony never gave me any indication that he knew about me before that meeting. He just asked me what I wanted and did it." 

Nick dragged his eyes over her form, shivering and glistening, and then-- "what did you ask him?" 

Robyn felt her eyes gloss over as she tried to remember what mysterious force compelled her to say the exact right words. "I told him all I wanted was for him to know, to see him with my own eyes and know he was real. I said I didn't need any favors or special treatment. I just needed some closure." 

That was all. And the agents had been fucking furious with her. They had accused her of using them, of being a traitor and a spy for D'Onofrio or a mastermind cat-woman type villain and all manner of other terrible things. They were ready to pull the plug on the whole operation when Tony had offered her a better job. A job where she would come face- to- face with every schmoe on Tony's payroll. 

"Tony offered me a job 'running errands.' Not quite in his inner circle but higher in his ranks than I had any business being," Robyn said. "Most of the people doing these jobs were kids, easy to get around the city undetected and reliable. Now he knew I wasn't a kid but I guess he wanted to see more from me, put his best eyes on me to see if I was legit." 

Nick nodded and stood up (his knees popping like broken branches). He walked over to Murphy in the flamingo shirt and passed a few inaudible words between them. Robyn wasn't skilled in the art of lip reading, and failed to catch anything from Murphy except the word 'pointless.' It rubbed her the wrong way, sending a spark of fear through her that quickly dulled back into the numbness of being helplessly bound to a chair. She needed to finish this soon before she completely cracked. 

Nick returned to her side, chasing some pepto bismol with a flask of what smelled like tequila in it. "That's a very sweet story, Robbie, really it is. But… what I wanna know is why you're not in this file." 

"That's not what you asked me," she griped, then backpedaled into, "I'm trying to tell you why I'm not in the file. But in order to tell you that, I have to tell you what was left out of the file first. I'm getting to the point, I just… there's a lot of shit to sift through." 

Nick nodded like a patient father (yeah, right). "Just the good parts then." 

"Yeah," she nodded quickly, "just the good parts..." 

"The good parts, uhm. Well he did learn to trust me. I barely had to do anything just… let him try to kindle a relationship between us. I started calling him dad at his request, nobody bothered me or questioned me after that and I didn't abuse it, expect on the downlow giving info to the feds. He liked that about me– he liked me. We'd talk about my mom and he'd let his guard slip, started taking me to his meetings and asking me to deliver his important paperwork." 

"I let him think I was with him and documented everything I could for six more years." In truth, she had had some doubts. About putting him away and the vacuum of power it would create, about the dichotomy of good versus evil, about her career. In that last year, she had actually warmed to the idea of becoming a detective and getting to do work with her own moral backbone and not someone else's. "We made the arrest January 19th and put him away for a dime." 

Nick leaned so far forward in his chair Rob had to lean back. "This is the part where you wrap it up, sweetcheeks." 

Robyn gulped. "Gomer and Valentine pushed me out. They'd been acting really strange at the end, wearing these shit eating grins and looking at each other, and then they iced me out. Had me fired on the grounds that I was too close to the perp, used a fucking Christmas photo for evidence. There went the Italian mob's heir and seven years of hardwork, and I wouldn't even be mentioned by name in the case file. No testimony, no credit, just a dishonorable discharge and dumped on my ass in the streets." 

"Wow." Nick rubbed a hand down his face like he was the exhausted one. "That's quite the story, princess." 

He looked at each of his mates, every face stonier than the last. Especially the silent one's, the latino guy. Then he looked back at Robyn and smiled with a lot of teeth. 

"I do have some questions though, if you'll let me." Sure like I have a choice. "Now it wasn't public knowledge you were in on the investigation, but I find it hard to believe your dad's lackeys didn't know it was you who turned him in. And what I find even harder to believe is that they'd let you live for it." 

Robyn said nothing. There was a part of her that didn't quite grasp it either. When she had arrested him, when she'd slapped the cuffs on him herself and read him his Miranda rights, after the shock of her betrayal wore off, Tony had congratulated her. 

"I'm proud of you, kid. You may be a narc but at least you got your head straight. You got guts, kid." 

As far as she understood it, his last order as the leader of the mafia was not to harm her in any way. Nobody bothered her. They still knew her face on the streets, sent glares her way but never touched her. One of his underlings had come to her place and suggested she skip town permanently just to be safe. It was not a courtesy she ever expected from anyone let alone a man with a reputation for high profile robbery and murder. 

She didn't know what to expect. "I guess he really did love me." And Nick left it at that. 

~

Robyn was unbound, blindfolded, and dumped right back onto the street those so called cops had snatched her from. Her legs shook as she walked the last block to her place, utterly miserable and in desperate need of some sleep. Maybe tomorrow she could figure out what the fuck her life had come to. She showered (and cried) and picked up the half drunk beer from her fridge and brought it out on her front steps, taking a sip of the flat beverage and wishing it was something stronger. 

People passed below her on the streets, never once looking up. The traffic never disappeared but it did lull this time of night. She didn't mean to– barely noticed she was doing it– but she found a pack of cigarettes in her overcoat and lit one up. 

"Next time," she promised herself. I'll try to quit next time. 

Just as she was beginning to ease the tension that had been weighing on her all night, a man climbed the steps to her building and pointedly slowed down to a stop a few feet away from her. She chanced a glare at him and found him no stranger which was somehow infinitely worse. 

"Fuck off," her nerves got the better of her, "I told you everything, can't I at least get some sleep first?!" 

The man lifted his hands in defense, carrying a bottle in a brown bag in one of them. He was, well, he was the handsome one. The Cuban with the neck tattoo and broad shoulders. His eyes seemed a lot softer now Despite the dark setting. 

"Swear on my life, I'm not here for Nick." He took a single step up, waiting to see how she'd react, and when she didn't run, he took another and set the covered bottle down next to her before backing off. Still skeptical, Robyn carefully unwrapped the thing, revealing an expensive looking wine label. Dark red. "It's an apology," he explained with his hands in his pockets, "Nick thinks he's this big, clever actor but he can be a real bully when he drinks." 

Robyn gave him the 'do I look like an idiot' eyebrow and he had the decency to look at his feet. "We could really use your help with this, Banks. Nick forgot to mention the part where Tony was put on parole for good behavior. He'll be out tomorrow." 

"He what." That's just the thing isn't it? The case that ended her career permanently and he just got to walk off after only serving two years of his sentence. That was the real crime here. Robyn gritted her teeth, gripped the neck of the bottle and squeezed. She started shaking it like it was her criminal father, or the weasel federal agents who took her credit, or the dirty cops who kidnapped her tonight. 

Borracho looked concerned. "Do you need a corkscrew or– " 

Robyn shrugged off her jacket and looked him dead in the eye as she wrapped it around the base of the bottle and gently banged it on the porch step until the cork exploded into the air (along with a third of the bottle's contents but whatever). Borracho raised a hand to protect his face from the spray, and turned away to hide a silly grin. 

"Nevermind," he said, shaking the excess drink off his hand. "Listen, if he calls you about anything, please let us know." 

He pointed to the bag, which had a phone number on it. "Don't let your work be in vain." 

"You try that line on everybody?" Rob was feeling a little facetious in the face of mercy, over tired from the revelations, and pissed off by these fucking pigs. "Your good cop, bad cop routine needs some balance. Did you know I was kidnapped today? Now this wine is a start but you'd better step it up, good cop." 

He started to walk away but she called out, "I got Nick, Z, and Murphy. Clocked 'Gus' by the name written on his underwear. Which one are you?" 

"Benny," he threw back, and disappeared into the nighttime traffic. 

"Benny," Rob scoffed. "Cute ass." 

Robb drank the equivalent of two glasses, then passed out from exhaustion. She slept dreamlessly and tried to forget last night had ever happened. Benny, in the meantime, returned to the office where his crew was huddled around a phone receiver. 

"Don't appreciate you throwing me under the bus, B," Nick growled from his seat. 

"Shup up and drink this," Benny pushed the glass of raw eggs closer to his boss' hand, a so called 'hangover cure'. Nick shrunk back a little.

"Told you she'd be sweet on him," Z elbowed Murphy in the ribs and ignored his protesting 'um actually I said that.' 

"Wouldn't call her sweet," Benny said, grunting as he took up residence at his own desk. "She looked like a feral cat." 

Nick laughed. "Yeah well don't go getting mixed up with that pussy, B, we've got work to do." 

It was gonna be another long night for everybody. 

[thirstofgames]

kitty and the jailbird

#️⃣2️⃣

-IT'S A MATCH-

A blank chat popped open and Damien stared at it for a second. He had honestly not expected it. The girl actually swiped him right. He looked at the clock impatiently; he did not have much time left in the library. There was a loud shout from the hallway, his muscles tensing, ready to hide the phone and bolt at any second.

He regretted that last question right as he pushed send. It sounded so bitter in his head now. It was a dating app after all and she was a good looking young woman.

you there?

...

hello?

busy flirting with your other matches, huh?

And there it was all about to end, the hot topic of his whereabouts. And the swift and cruel rejection that followed. It had already happened one too many times! Could he go through his again? Was it worth it? His palms were sweaty, but he never felt so cold. If the ground could just open up and swallow him whole before she finished asking... 

No, sorry

Just a little surprised we matched

you can unmatch if you want

Well, what I want is to talk with you 😊

Your profile caught my eye

what part?

Your profile pic at first.

Most guys can't pull off the broken, deep and scowling thing

But... looks good on you.

you don't look so bad yourself-

but then I read your description...

and I have to know something

shoot 🙄

It was a simple Yes/No question, but it took Kate way to long to answer. She bit her lip, thinking hard on the possibilities. It was such an unfair question though. She was not going to leave, but was not going to pursue anything with him until she knew what he was in for and how long he was going to be locked up. She'd wasted enough years waiting up on others... 

I'm just a little confused 🤔

Are you really in jail?

you gonna leave if I say yes?

It really depends...

A bittersweet smile spread on his lips. What was he expecting from a girl like her? She probably had a nice job, a supporting family and tons of friends and... an actual future. Why would she even consider wasting her time with him? The little time he had left... Better to just pull off the band aid!

She felt to bad! She hadn't meant to disregard his feelings, but wasn't it fair to let her know what she was getting into? She didn't even know what he was expecting from the conversation they were having... She was curious, but she didn’t want to lead him on.

okay, let's just say...

the orange pants and barbed wire are real

OMG

I have so mane questions 😱

here we go...

What did you do?

Wait, where do you even hide your phone?

STOP!

enough with the interrogation, alright?

I'm just curious...

sure, but i'm more than just a prisoner

a little respect goes a long way

Kate’s heart sank. He was hot, but the prison was a serious issue... She supposed people were not lining up to get to know him. He seemed pretty well rounded and mannered, but he was very defensive about his crime. Did that mean it was something really bad? But he was on a dating app... so maybe he was getting out soon? 

You're right!

I'm so sorry 😓

Let's change the subject

Why don't you tell me what you're looking for

hmmm

What?

i'm thinking...

nobody's really asked me that before

Seriously?

most people stop talking to me when they find out i'm locked up

i don't really blame them. i'm rough around the edges.

She didn't say anything for a while and Damien started wondering if he should just close the damn phone and leave. He should also probably take a break from Lovelink after this... it clearly wasn't doing him any good. Dark thoughts swarmed his mind and he had to close his eyes and head his head back against the bookshelf to get rid of the harrowing feeling. Like he was falling in an endless pit...  

The screen showed him typing and deleting several responses. Kate pursed her lips, impatient. Had she said anything wrong? She’d never spoken to someone who’d been locked up, she was still unsure what could trigger painful memories, or just remind him that he was... not free. But he said he just wanted to chat and his profile mentioned 'deep conversations'... 

Okay, I'm not running away, for now

but...

But I can't really make up my mind

If I don't know anything about you

So...

alright

honestly I'm just looking to talk to someone from the outside

it can get pretty boring in here, just waiting around the clock

Let's be friends then 😊

I'll be your window to the outside world

If that's alright with you...?

Damien sighed on the other end. Beggars can’t be choosers. It was a step in the right direction though. Maybe he was not going to find the love of his life at the very fucking end of said life. He was not living in some fairytale! He was still going to die, alone and forgotten.

But maybe... just a little less alone at the very end of his road. One friend meant more than none and maybe, just maybe... he could tell her his side of the story. Eventually. She seemed patient and understanding enough. Let at least one person out there know he did not murder his own father. 

sure

that's more than most

Of course a pretty thing like her got a lot on attention... She was only chatting up with him because the others were offline- 

but it must have been pretty bad to be such a long sentence

you still can't tell me what the crime was?

look, i've been making my own rules my whole life

you better ask what crimes I DIDN'T do

wow...

i'm no bragging or anything, just letting you know where I'm at

anyways, I'm more interested in what you're all about

what are you doing on an app like this?

Honestly...

I was about to uninstall it right before we matched 😅

Oh

you already found the one?

or no luck at all?

Well, I went on a few nice dates...

i see

Suddenly his experience on the app seemed less awful. Maybe it was not the right place. Or perhaps it was just the place for a misfit like him, here with all the weirdoes and con artists. 

And then they ditched me for their exes

Just my luck 😂

Oh and I swear to god if I see one more vampire 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄

vampires?

Yeees

You wouldn't believe some of the things I saw...

OMG, one dude was actually dresses up as a centaur

I...

don't even want to ask

There's also the 'prince' scam going around

Dudes claiming to be the heirs of some  

Made up countries and asking you for money

It wasn't quite a rejection, but it still hurt a little. She already mentioned twice she was only interested in him as friends. She didn't need to spell it out every few minutes! But she was the only one... 

Met some nice people too ☺️

Actually became good friends with some

Which is nice since I just moved here

were did you come from?

Pallay 💜

you're a long way from home

I know 😢

I suppose it was getting kinda lonely

My friends and family come visit when they can

But that's not a lot...

what brought you here?

Got a really good job opportunity

But I didn't quite realize how far away I'd be

So yeah, to answer your question from before...

I'm kinda just chatting with new people

Made more friends than anything else lol

Hope that's aright with you 🤗

A smile crept on his lips. An actual, genuine smile. How long had it been since he had any reason to? God, it felt good to talk to someone! Someone who didn't know him, who didn't shout 'walking corpse' after him, didn't judge him. He almost felt like his old self. Almost. 

i'm cool with that

Great!

Looking forward to getting to know you, Damien 😄

so let's get to it

tell me about yourself

hobbies, favorite food, anything

my hobbies are always changing 🤔

I start something new every month or so

Oh, and I started volunteering at a vet lately

🐱🐶💕

With a friend I made on this app

it suits you

Hmmmmm how would you know?

We've only just met

just a hunch

I could secretly be evil 😈

you couldn't hurt a fly

besides, I've seen evil and believe me

you're not it

I'm guessing you're not going to elaborate on that

Are you?

see, you know me so well already

Smartass 😝

 At lest until she finds out.

And I love food 🤤

Who doesn't? lol

But picking a favorite is like... impossible

I do have one hell of a sweet tooth  🍫🍬🍦

I'm soooo jealous

I miss making my own meals

That's right! You probably just have a cafeteria.

I'm so sorry 😓

it's cool

i'm glad we have something in common

Is there any food you miss?

Wait... was there even steak in that picture? Kate felt her ears burning, the fluffy pajamas studently itching at her skin.

just makin my own in general, being in charge in the kitchen

Damien scrolled quickly through his phone, the memories leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He nearly didn’t send the photo. It felt like so long ago, a different time...a different person. But it felt so good to remember! To be reminded of the more happier moments when he had all his life ahead of him! And showing her a piece of his past may make her curious enough to stick around for a while longer.

He hit Send.

-Tap to download photo-

Oh

Looks... delicious

you like steak? 

Oh yeah, the food 😳

Wish I could have a bite of that hahaha

So not so shy and innocent as she claimed. Good to know. Even if it didn’t lead anywhere, which he had to be realistic about - he was on death row after all - it was still fun. The most fun he’d had in a long while. It felt...nice.

HA!

i wish you could too 😏

The door of the library swung open hitting the opposite wall. The guard in charge could be heard arguing with someone. At least four voices. He had to move fast.

I'm really hungry now 😅

good

Kate stared at the screen, the little green light besides his profile picture going grey. She scrolled through the conversation as if to make sure she hadn’t just imagined it. She tapped the picture he’d sent, a small smile creeping on her lips. He looked so... normal. Well, more like smoking hot, but she expected some kind of dump, or some greasy repair shop, not Greek sculpture level abs. The boy should come with a warning! She was a sucker for bad boys, but had she gotten so bad that she was now considering a fucking convict? What if he was a murderer or something??

shit!

???

someone's coming

gotta hide my phone

talk soon

Be careful! 🙏🏻

Her ice cream, forgotten on the coffee table, had turned to soup.

What had she gotten herself into?

[coinofstone]

5x03 The Death Song of Uther Pendragon

Arthur went out to collect firewood while Merlin watched over the dying lady 🥺

They saved a woman from being burned at the stake for sorcery and she repays them with a super powerful magic artifact

"He's always like this at the anniversary of his coronation."

"I thought it was a cause for celebration?"

"It is, but it's also the anniversary of Uther's death."

I would like to refer everyone back to my 4x03 post where I point out that Uther was stabbed on Arthur's birthday, which is also the anniversary of his mother's death. Uther would've died a day or two later. So within the span of let's say, half a week, Arthur's got his birthday, his mother's death anniversary, his father's death anniversary, and his coronation. He needs a hug. It's gotta be the hardest week of the year for him, every year. Speaking from personal experience, I know I wouldn't be anywhere near as upright as Arthur is, for all his thousand yard staring.

It's a very nice sarcophagus but what is going on with Uther's left leg?

No srsly wut is this

Is it reeeeally swollen? Did he break his ankle in the fight or perhaps when he fell?

Ok I'll stop being mean

The ONE time Merlin knocks

You think this was a sex thing? I think it might've been a sex thing.

Spirit!Uther, while traumatizing in his own right, still isn't as frightening as actual King Uther could be.

Oooof I have Things To Say™️ about this. The reason Arthur chooses to use the horn, to use magic, is because, "there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of the thing I wish I'd said to him." But when he gets to speak to Uther, he doesn't actually get to say very much at all, because Uther immediately begins criticizing everything he's done as king. Arthur doesn't get what he sought at all, instead of an opportunity to tell his father any of the things he wished to say, he gets spoken to, harshly criticized. It's a major blow. And he says as much, when the single man tear spills over and he says "this can't be the last time I ever see you" - yes the line is foreshadowing Uther's haunting of Camelot but it's also signaling that Arthur's been traumatized; he went from having had his father mortally wounded in saving Arthur's own life, to having seen his father 3+ years into Arthur's rule as King of Camelot, and point blank being told Uther is disappointed in him. Not proud of him - actively un-proud. We don't really know what exactly Arthur wanted, if he'd hoped his father would've seen all the good his way of ruling had done and praised him, but I think it's pretty safe to assume that was on the wish list.

Be careful what you wish for indeed.

I AMUSE MYSELF. (I spent two hours figuring out how to create this please appreciate me)

Merlin's angry face when Arthur tells goin what Uther said is literally all of us.

I feel terrible for this but when Percival is leaving Gaius' chambers and he stops to look at the wall-torch, I immediately flash backed to Alice Troughton on commentary in S4 saying "Percival's a bit of a wuss isn't he?"

This is also awful but this episode kind of makes me miss the castle-centric contained episodes of S1

Never any guards around when you're being attacked by the ghost of your husband's dead dad, typical.

I understand Merlin bringing Guinevere to Gaius but putting her in Merlin's bed??????

The way Bradley and Colin both convincingly jumped when they turned around and found Gaius had snuck up right behind them kills me every time.

"Poetry". What he means to say there is, 'why didn't you just tell him we were fucking, since that would actually sound less gay'

So. Merlin took the ghost visibility potion but he can't see Utter knocking over barrels and shelves and things to trap in that store room.

Also why is there a pigeon in a windowless store room? Now I'm wondering why there aren't more birds randomly flying into the citadel, cuz they do have quite a lot of open windows... you'd think that might happen now and again.

Mmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmm

Ooooof I love a bamf husband coming through to deal with a shit-for-brains abusive father... ghost.

^^actual canon scene

Was Tony shot entirely on green for this? That unearthly blue glow even in close ups where he doesn't look like he's on a green scene makes me wonder.

The 'horseplay' scene at the end was so full of sexual tension and d/s undertones that I literally do not want to say anything lest tumblr flag this post for content.

Commentary is Angel and Rupert. The two regulars who were in the least number of scenes in this ep. Since this post is already crazy long I'll keep this brief.

Aaaaand it's the first time either of them have seen this episode 😂 wow.

They've made 'horn' jokes and Rupert's gone full on tongue in cheek dad jokes.

They are also cracking jokes on Colin being all jacked up for S5 compared to previously when he was so skinny hehe... personally I ain't mad at him 😂

Fifteen minutes into the episode and Leon makes his first appearance

The little bottles and decor things in Gaius' chambers are part of a static set so they pretty much just sit there... Angel says that some of the contents have started to go moldy and they found maggots in one of them 🤢

They're talking about Gwen's new hair and while Angel is being really diplomatic, I get the impression she's as annoyed as I am by it. It literally doesn't match her own hair at all. But she also said some people saw her without the piece on and just said 'omg you cut your hair' so I guess 🤷‍♀️

The scene where Gwen is knocked out by a vase smashing her head - Angel says she was hit with the heavier bottom piece of it, which hurt more than she was expecting, and she wound up with a bump on her head from it.

Not a word about Colin picking up Angel 😢

They're talking about childhood pets and a beverage called lilt? Anyway Angel is really clever and Rupert's corny af but he's funny and I love them both.

Oh this is interesting: Rupert says he and the director talked about having Leon walking through the corridor hand in hand with the cook when he stumbles upon Merlin and Arthur's 'poetry lesson', but they weren't allowed to do that bc it would've been just a little bit too much, or a little too tongue in cheek. Which I'm taking to mean, would've accentuated the subtext of 'poetry' too much.

Angel and Rupert didn't know how they got Uther all glowy either, though Angel said it was probably lighting

Rupert says the line where Utter got caught off, what he was gonna say was "Merlin has ... been to the gym!" 😂😂😂😂😂

They really are great together doing these things

Rupert's story was the horse he had been riding all season had a foal, and nobody even knew she'd been pregnant. They just came out one morning and saw she'd given birth, and he got a call to inform him. That's kind of sweet. I wonder if he sent them some apples or something.

[lettersnorth]

The Truce

Music Theme

The card had shown up in a stack of mail the barkeep at the Drowning Wench had been holding for her. Blank except for a large white circle of paint in the center. The sight of it had caused her steps to falter, bringing her to a halt on her way out of the Lominsian alehouse. She was not so far removed from her life in Ul'dah that she did not recognize it for what it was. A truce card. There was only one person who could have sent this. 

Aislinn's initial instinct was to toss it over the first railing she came to, let the wind carry it to the ocean far below. Her stomach roiled with pent up anger. Sterling did not make truces. And even if he did he had sent bounty hunters straight to her door, flushing her out like a rabbit from its den. What reason could he possibly have to suddenly call for a truce? Whatever this was, she couldn't take it at face value. 

And yet, she didn't toss it that sun. Nor the next. She kept it with her, the knowledge of its existence like an irritating splinter in her mind. Aislinn didn't like things she couldn't make sense of and this was a puzzle to her. A part of her knew that's likely just what he wanted. He knew that in the end she'd be unable to ignore it purely because it made no sense. And damn him to Seven Hells, he was right. A fortnight later, much against her better judgement, she sent a card back with a date, time and a meeting place. 

This was how she found herself sitting at one of the well-worn tables of the Drowning Wench one gray, stormy evening. She’d chosen the Wench because it was sure to be crowded. Usually, she hated crowds but now she was depending on the many eyes to work in her favor, insuring Sterling wouldn't try anything drastic. And though it was raining heavily outside, the weather did little to keep the steady stream of patrons away from the Lominsan establishment. Leaning back in her chair, her fingers fidgeted with the truce card, turning it over and over in her lap as she watched a nearby table of sailors slowly slide into pleasant inebriation, the growing pile of cups at their table marking the time just as well as hands on a clock. 

“Aislinn.” 

She looked up from her people watching to find Sterling standing next to one of the empty chairs at her table. 

The room was crowded, that was true. And a hum and chatter of noise fell over everything but not so much that she couldn’t pick out the stiffness with which he greeted her. Over the years she had enough time to learn almost every one of his shifts in tone and their meaning. This one told her this meeting had not been his idea. He was there grudgingly, just as she was. Interesting. 

Wordlessly, she motioned to the empty chair. 

His icy gaze swept over the sparse tabletop. “Not drinking?” 

“This isn’t a social call.” she replied evenly, placing the card on the table. “I’d like my wits about me.” 

He snorted as if conceding to her point and after shaking the last bit of rain from his black traveling coat, took a seat. “All things considered, you look well.” 

“Come off it.” she shot back, all her practiced calm evaporating in the flare of her anger before she could help it. “‘All things considered’ being the mercenaries you’ve been sending my way.” 

He reached into his coat and retrieved a hand rolled cigarette, checking to be sure it was still dry before he reached out and lit it off the small candle at the center of the table. All of this was done with all the languid motions of someone who hardly seemed apologetic for his actions. 

“And yet, you look fine.” he said, bringing the cigarette to his lips with a slow smile, liking that he had disrupted her calm so easily. 

Not willing to play games, she slid the card closer to him and got right to the point. “What is this?” 

There was a narrowing around his eyes, a tightness that again told her he loathed the sight of the card and all it represented. 

“A fucking mistake, if you ask me and yet, here we are.” he said, his words forming around the cigarette. With a sigh, he breathed out a plume of smoke and smoothed a hand over the dark hair of his closely shorn head. “The cartel has a problem.” 

Her eyes widened slightly, her form absolutely still in the wake of his reply, the tension radiating from her in waves. After an airless moment, she seemed to come back to life, pushing herself back into her chair as if distancing herself could help her escape his words. “Too bad for the cartel. Don’t see how that has anything to do with me.” 

He huffed as if agreeing but pressed on. “Then let me continue. Everything was fine until a few moons back. Business as usual. But then, this new product shows up on the street.” he shrugged one shoulder, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to breathe out another lungful of smoke. “Normally, I don’t care one way or another what people decide to go for, we’ve all got to have our vices but this shite…” he shook his head, looking off across the crowded bar, his gaze going distant. Aislinn watched the slip of his mask with all the cautious interest one afforded a rattler in the desert. “This shite messes people up good. Plenty of them don’t come back from it. We can’t have that. Say what you will, our stuff will show you a good time, sure. But what good would it be if we kept knocking off our customers?” 

“I still don’t see what this has to do with me.” 

“We don’t know where this garbage is coming from. We can’t even find out which of our rivals is making it. Not without poking our noses where they’ll be seen and sparking some sort of war. And no one has time for that shite. We’re here to do business.” 

Business. At the end of the day that’s what it always came back to for Sterling. How would some action or event affect the health of the business. At least he was still reliable in that regard. She crossed her arms defensively over her chest as she put the pieces together. 

“So you want-”

“Not me. The cartel.” he interrupted with a razor edged smile that was anything but friendly. 

“So, the cartel wants me to go poking my nose around in its stead. Why, on the Twelve’s green Eorzea, would I do anything so stupid? This still doesn’t sound like my problem.” 

He shook his head. “Maybe not. But I can tell you the people getting hooked on this new product are mostly refugees. You cut ties and run like there’s no tomorrow but surely you remember your own people?” he jabbed. Then, almost reluctantly, he dipped a hand into his coat and withdrew a folded piece of parchment. “But, if that’s not enough, this is a show of good faith from the cartel.” he ground out as if the very words were being pulled from him against his will. 

She warily stared at the parchment a moment after he slid across the table to her. Finally, she reached  out for it, carefully unfolding it. Its contents causing her heart to jolt suddenly and wildly against the bars of her ribcage. She let the paper drop from her fingers lest the shaking in her hands give her away. 

“This is a recission of my warrant.” she choked out.

“I know what the fuck it is.” he growled. "I know what favors we had to call in. I know who we had to bribe. I know how much gil we had to pay. I know all of it. That's a bloody expensive piece of paper. All of which should tell you how badly the lieutenants want this new drug gone. As far as Ul'dah is concerned, you're a godsdamned upright citizen."

She didn't bother to retort that's exactly what she was everywhere, ever since she had managed to leave that viper pit of a city behind. Her lungs seemed to be filled with shards of glass, each inhalation hurt. She felt his sharp gaze on her, and knew he saw every twitch, every move that gave her away.

"I am also supposed to convey the cartel's apologies concerning the earlier behavior of their agent. Me. I was acting outside their knowledge." Sterling spat, somehow turning the apology into a curse.

She stared at him, almost dumbfounded by the words. The cartel had very clearly put him on a leash. She found she had no pity for whatever they had done to bring him to this moment, though she could guess it had been terrible. Staring down at the paper once more, she considered all he had told her. She well remembered what the life of a refugee had been like. How hopeless it had seemed at times, how desperate, how some days she was almost certain she would never crawl her way out, that the gnawing hunger and the flea-ridden, one room hovel would be the rest of her existence. She couldn't begrudge anyone looking for an escape from that life, no matter how short lived. But if what Sterling said was remotely true, this new drug was far more dangerous than a simple escape.

Nymeia's blood, was she actually considering stepping foot back in Ul'dah? 

"I need to think about this." She said quietly. 

"Of course you do." He sighed, dropping his hand heavily to the table. "Anybody ever tell you, you think too much? We just want to know where the hells this drug is coming from. That's it. -If- you're so inclined to help out, we got word an alchemist recently showed up injured at some bleeding heart's clinic on the outskirts of the city, where the refugees camp. We think the chemist knows something about the drug. Again, we can't go poking our noses around without drawing attention. But you can."

"Some bleeding heart?" She said, needing clarification. For Sterling, anyone with a drop of empathy in their veins was a bleeding heart.

Sterling shrugged. "Healer type that works around the warrens. Ask around." He pushed back from the table and rose from his seat in one, smooth motion. "Decide quickly. I can't go back without an answer one way or another."

She tipped her head back to look up at him, the flat expression on her face conveying how very little she cared about the fact he might have to wait around a bit. 

For a moment he looked as though he might say something but then, he shook his head sharply and simply walked away.

[arthurmango]

told u i'd write this >:)

i love it so much. i already love this kid. Arthur? Being a dad? Sign me the fuck up.

based off this post by @reddeaddenial ty for letting me write it!!

"Alright, kid," Arthur Morgan sighs, leading the 9-year-old with one hand and his horse with the other. He was muddy and tired, having saved this child from some of the locals after he had been caught stealing from the general store. Never did he anticipate beating a man over a loaf of bread.

"You get yourself in there and stay warm, alright? Make sure to wait for your Mama." The child is quiet. He gently removes his hand from Arthur's cautious grip and stands on the porch of the Valentine Sherriff's Office. His wavy blonde hair partly shielding his sad blue eyes.

Great. Now Arthur felt like an asshole. More than usual this time.

"You'll be alright, I promise." Arthur ensures as he climbs atop his saddle, adjusting his weight for comfort. "See you later, kid."

His ride back to the camp is quiet. He takes in the scenery; the birds chirping, the deer prancing about, the god-rays through the pinetrees. He was mentally locking this image in his mind for later, to draw when he was bored, or when he couldn't sleep, or both.

As he approached the camp, he spotted Bill, taking his shift for guard duty.

"Who's there?" Bill shouts.

"It's Arthur, dumbass."

"Welcome ba-....who's that you got behind you?"

Arthur freezes and doesn't dare turn. His first instinct is to reach for his sawed-off shotgun. He exchanged a glance with Bill, who was just as suprised...until-

"This your home, Mister? You live out in the woods?"

Goddammit.

"Kid-?! Didn't I-"

"Yeah, Mister, but it got real lonely and I didn't wanna wait!"

Arthur narrowed his eyes, then rolled them promptly as he slid off his saddle. He gave his horse a pat on it's rear in thanks, then turned his attention to the boy in front of him who fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt. He glances back at Bill who watches with a grin, enjoying every minute of this dilemma.

"Follow me." Arthur takes his horse's reins again, leading it to pasture with the others. Upon turning around, the boy had remained where he stood.

"C'mere, kid!"

The kid didn't respond.

Arthur put his hands on his hips, then sighs once again. He walks over, picking up the child with one arm. The kid is horizontal through his arm, holding him against his hip. "Abigail!"

"What is it-" Abigail pauses, looking at Arthur. "My," she smiles as the boy is put to his feet, huddling close to Arthur's legs shyly. Abigail bends to his level with a gentle smile, "what's your name, darlin'?"

His puppy-dog eyes look up to Arthur as if to ask permission to speak, then to Abigail. "James," he whispers.

"James?" Abigail reiterates. "That's a nice name. I'm Abigail, and this here is Jack," she gestures to her son, and he waves. "Where did you come from? Don't you have parents?"

James shakes his head, inching closer to Arthur.

Abigail stands, giving Arthur a look. She begins to speak, until Hosea greets the two.

"Well, what do we have here?" The huckster chuckles, kneeling to the boy. "Where'd you find him, Arthur?"

"He found me, more or less," Arthur grumbles. "He was caught takin' bread from the stands in the general store in Valentine. Some feller tried to give him a hard time, so I defended him and I thought I dropped him off at the Sheriff's Office. I guess he followed me here. Didn't even notice."

"Quiet thing he is, isn't he?" Hosea gives James a warm smile. "Have you eaten, son?"

"No sir," James replies meekly, "I haven't."

"Arthur, would you show him to Mr. Pearson for a nice supper? Mrs. Grimshaw-"

"I'm already working on it!" Susan replies hastily, adding an extra blanket to Arthur's tent.

"Hosea, I don't-"

"You can't just take him back, Arthur." Hosea replies quietly, "he followed you here, almost like a lost puppy, and like a puppy, he's gonna be your responsibility, lest the ladies get to him first. He's a handsome young man."

Arthur mumbles under his breath, knowing Hosea was right. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left James alone. In a few ways, James reminded him of his own son, Issac. Maybe, he felt, maybe this could make things right. Maybe this could fill that aching, emptiness and loneliness he's felt for so long. The only downside is that he has another thing to worry about, another, innocent child to shield from the horrors of his life. It's almost, in a way, cruel to keep him around. He deserves better. He doesn't need this life, but what was Arthur to do? Parent the boy, he guesses. Not that he's much of a father in the first place.

Over the next few minutes, the gang meets and greets the new kid. He sits at the card table, eating sheepishly as everyone takes their turns asking him questions, not that he had many answers.

"Give the boy some space!" Dutch commands, tapping the ashes off of his cigar. "Arthur, may I speak with you for a moment? Just a moment."

"Sure," Arthur complies, "I'll be right back, okay?"

He follows Dutch to his tent, where Dutch promptly turns to him, taking a drag off his cigar. "You didn't kidnap nobody's son, didya?"

Arthur squints. "Wh-no! What kinda question is that, Dutch?"

Dutch chuckles, patting Arthur's shoulder, then wiping his hand on Arthur's jacket once he realized that his hand had touched mud, "just makin' sure." He begins to lead Arthur, walking with him. "You couldn't find his folks nowhere?"

"The boy was stealin' bread, Dutch. I think it's safe to say that he has no folks," Arthur replies, thumbing his belt.

"He reminds me a lot of you when you were a boy," Dutch smiles, "he was quiet like you were, too. That is until I broke you outta your shell. I think it'll be good for you take after Hosea and I and teach the boy what he needs to know to survive."

Arthur shrugs. "I was plannin' on it. I'm just worried that....I don't know....maybe I'm not cut out for this."

"Sure ya are!" Dutch turns to Arthur, halting their walk. "It'll be good for you to have somethin' to do other than draw in that journal all day."

Arthur shakes his head, and Dutch winks, putting his cigar back between his lips.

Arthur meets back with the boy, where Charles had taken his spot. Beside Charles was Javier and Sean.

"You sure this lad ain't yours, Arthur?" Sean laughs. "Looks a helluva lot like ya!"

Arthur doesn't bother, and sits down across from Charles beside James. He seemed a little more open. He assumed it was from Charles' calming demeanor....or Sean's hyperactive one.

"He's a smart kid, Arthur. Very headstrong." Charles adds in. "He says he wants to be a hunter when he grows up. You and I should take him hunting sometime to start him off."

"You ever hunted before, James?" Arthur asks, not sure how to level his voice to keep from starling the child.

"Once, with my Pa." James moves his spoon throughout his stew absentmindedly. "Pa left when Mama got sick, and one day she went to sleep and wouldn't wake up. After she went to heaven, I've been alone, kinda."

Arthur, Sean, Javier and Charles exchange glances, feeling a variation of that pain.

"Well, you've got all the Aunts and Uncles you could ever want!" Javier grins, "you've got food, a place to sleep, and all the protection you'll ever need."

"And maybe tomorrow mornin' I could take you to Saint Denis and get ya somethin' real nice to wear, to getcha outta those old clothes."

James finally begins to smile. It adds so much to his fair complexion. "Is it pretty, Saint Denis? Just like on the postcards?"

"Just like on the postcards! Maybe even prettier." Arthur smiles, too. A rare smile hardly shown to the world. It was genuine.

"You've got a real hardworkin' Pa now, lad!" Sean smirks as Arthur eyes him. "This man is as stubborn as a bull, but make no mistake, he'll getcha anything ye ask for as long as ya can get passed that rough outer layer a'his."

"I think he's really nice," James looks down to his food, then back up to Arthur. "Scary at first, but he saved me! So that makes him my Guardian Angel, just like Mama used to say."

Arthur felt a sort of relief. This responsibility was immense, but he couldn't help himself. He was already starting to get attached to the child.

"Why don't you go with Uncle Charles and meet everyone else, huh? I should probably get cleaned up. I'm still covered in mud." Arthur remains in his seat as James follows his new Uncles, sightseeing throughout the camp. Maybe this is his second chance to actually be a father. Sure, he was afraid. He was afraid for what was to come. He was afraid that he might not be the father he hopes he is. He sure as hell won't turn out like John, that's for sure.

[itsalreadybroken]

Through Expectations Chapter 3.

Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: You're the daughter of the famous Roger Taylor, okay that seemed alright the thing is, you're more of a geek than a rockstar's daughter. He's blonde, blue eyes and you're brunette, brown eyes. Your brother on the other hand was the younger version of your dad, certainly he preffered to play the guitar, but that only seemed to make him even more popular. But things change the day you get to meet the cast of your dad's movie, and a certain blonde guy makes you change your point of view.

Chapter 2: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183270695519

A/N: Sorry for some grammar mistake that might exist (if seen please inform me so I can change it) I'm portuguese, and trying to write something that all of you can read and hopefully enjoy!

Words: 3256

The next week was pretty much the same, but you were different, you were acting different. At lest, that was what your brother thought.

“Why aren't you studying something?” Jamie's voice came from your bedroom door while you were checking your phone for you don't know how many times.

“Hum?” you stop looking at your phone and looke at your brother.

“Hello, it's 3pm and you aren't studying or making some assignment due to next moth!” he mocked you and threw you a pillow “Maybe that Dean guy isn't so bad after all. Nice choice of a guy Rogerina” you ignored him and he simply left to his bedroom and after a few minutes he left your house. Maybe to attend some practice, drumming time, parties, who knew it was Jamie's full agenda life.

That wasn't the reason. The reason you spent the last week so into your phone and so eagerly to answer all of your texts so fast was because some guy had followed you back. Texted you and you couldn't help but smile at some idiots things that have been typed.

Ben followed you, Ben texted you. Was it normal? Of course it was you reminded. He made small talk and after that he surely made time to ask you little Roger details. So it was all stritcly professional you asked him and he assured you. All you could think about was, if that was merely professional how could you not stop checking your phone? Waiting for him to answer, tried to type something he always needed to answer back. He did, he never ever left you on mute.

~~~

Ben: So, what are you doing?

Me: Ben it's 3am, what do you think I'm doing?

Ben: So... Wanna grab some food?

Me: It's 3 am ahahaha

Ben: Yes or No?

Was this a way of invinting you out? Was this a date? It couldn't be a date, it was 3am. Probably his idea of a date at 3am would be something completely different. Some text poped-up on you phone and you grabbed it.

Ben: …

Ben: You did not fell asleep, answer me!

Ben: …. Y/N ….!!

Me: Okay, let's go.

Ben: Nice, I'll pick you up in 10.

After choosing some comfy and nice pants, you put on a warm black jacket. So, you only had a problem. You had to leave your house without waking up your dad or Jamie. Luckily father was always a hard sleeper, but your brother, like the brat he was, was not. Any small sound and he woke up.

After closing the door from the outside you sighed with relieve. A car was already waiting for you and you could see Ben smiling when he opened the car window.

“So, where are we exactly going?” you giggled after entering the car and he started driving.

“Well, we have those supermarkets that never close you knnow?” he mocked your question and you looked at him.

“Huuum, yeah I might have heard about it. You do realise it's fucking late and people might see you?” you pressed your lips together smiling.

“Yes I do. People will see me hanging with Y/N Taylor and thinking how the fuck did I got Roger Taylor's part” he laughed never taking his eyes from the road. The music in his car was not that loud and you looke through the window, not saying a word.

Was different talking on the internet and in person. You were nervous, but why?

“So, will you be on set tomorrow?” he asked you turning left and you could see the store he was talking about.

“You do know I go at university right? So I cannot always looking at your blond hair”

“Do you like my hair?” you remained quiet for a while.

“I did not say that!!!” you blushed and covered your cheeks with your hands while he parked the car laughing.

“Still made you think about it, so it's not that bad”.

You both entered the store, it was empty, but you did not got surprised, it was really late, you didn't know what you wanted to eat and Ben was simply grabbing chips and looking for something to go with it.

“Y/N, what do you want?” some blue eyes checked you out while you chose an ice cream. A large ice cream as in matter of fact.

“Just this” you smiled and he nodded. You went to the cashier you couldn't stop staring at him.

“I'll pay” you put yourself in front of him, not allowing him to pay and heard him complain.

“Yes yes, I'm with Y/N Taylor, don't mind trying to guess who I am” he laughed and you glred at him. “Ben!!”

The girl excused herself and after you payed you rolled your eyes containing a smile “What the hell did you just do?”

“Well, she was looking at me and not at you, so I had to make her!” he replied excusing himself. “You're nice to look at!”

“But you...!” the grip you felt to scold him soon lef after his word and you just got yourself in the car as he seem worried.

“Are you mad?” you heard him say while starting the car.

“No I'm not mad. You know, I don't like people to know who I am and even if I did, they never do know. I don't look like him. You look more like him that I do.”

“That's because I have a penis?” he asked making you laugh and taking some weight off of your shoulders.

“It's NOT because of your penis” you grabbed one of his chips.

“My penis felt betrayed right now... Hey that was mine!” he was looking at you opening your ice cream jar “If you wanted more, you should have buyed them”.

“I wanted one, since I bought them, they're yours, but mine!” you teased and tasted your ice cream.

“God this is so good!” you put a bit on the spoon and made him try it “isn't it?”

“It's alright” he srughed.

“Do you like to piss me off Hardy?” his eyes were teasing you, a lot.

“What do you think Taylor?”

~~~

You woke up to the sound of your dad calling you. You wish you didn't, the bed was so comfy and you were so sleepy. You came home at 5am and you belly hurt for the amout of laughing you two made.

“Y/N, come on moonpie, what's with you today? Are you sick?!” Roger knocked the door and then opened it to check in on you.

“I'm fine daddy, just insomnia last night, don't worry” he smiled and kissed your forehead.

Running down the stairs knowing you were more than fashionable late to your classes, made yoou even more stressed, only grabbed your car keys and waved a quick goodbye.

“Where the hell have you been?” Stevie grabbed you by one arm and dragged you to the nearest coffee shop.

“Aren't we supposed to attend class?” you raised one eyebrow looking at her face.

“We were if you were not super late and your bestie decided to wait for you” you both sit on a booth and ordered something. “What have you been up to?” she asked you once again.

“Me? What? How the hell am I up to something?” oh but you knew... You knew she knew you were hiding something. She grabbed her phone and gave it to you. “What's this?”

“Oh no” you murmured. Looking at it, there were pictures of you and Ben at the store Ben hardy and mistery gal was the title and you pressed your lips together. There was even one when you were paying and he was so close to you. His chest seeme to touch your back and you knew sooner or later people would find out who you were and even worse, dad would find out.

Thinking about it, Ben didn't text you this orning either.

And now a big smile came to Stevie's face “SOOOOOO what's his lips like?”

“I dont' know! And I don't want to know. Christ! We just went to get some food!”  you spoke a bit angrily.

“At 3am?!”

“What difference does ir make?!” but you knew the difference, you were just trying to convince yourself this wasn't a big deal. “No one knows who I am” you tried to sound neutral but knowing this could change the life you were used to. Papparazzi would approach you and ask you stuff, girls would be mean on social media. People would want to hang out with you so they could hang out with Ben.

Your phone started ringing, you declined the call so the person on the other line call you back again, and again and again... By the time Stevie went outside to smoke you answered it.

“Y/N I've just checked my phone, I'm so sorry!! I didn't know...!”

“No... No you didn't” you said grabbing one more bite of your croassaint. “Ben... I did not thought it through. I'm used to act and not having much prepercussions after it. No one knows who I am so I guess it's okay. No one recognized me yet”

“Yes but still... I don't know if Roger's going to be there on set today...” he was a bit nervous because your dad had told him you hated all of that attention, you liked being normal. Just hated when people did not believe you were Roger's daughter and needed confirmation.

“If my dad asks you, tell him, I'll explain. I really need to go now, bye” you hang up as soon as Stevie entered.

What if your dad had known the moment he woke you up? He had not said anything. But he never pressured you into talking, he had always given you time to explain yourself and to talk things through. Even if he did, you wouldn't know.

Unless... Unless you went to the studio and spent some time there. It wouldn't be that awkward, would it?

“Earth to Y/N! Are you still thinking about Ben? And Dean?”

You look right up to her “There's nothing going on with me and Ben!”

“But you wish there was” she used a fiercly expression and you pressed your lips together.

“Huum, I don't think so. Plus, I have been seeing Dean you know?!”

“So why don't you introduce him to your father?” she got a point, for the first fucking time, she did it. She got it.

“We haven't been together that long. Besides, it's not official and you know it.”

“Ok, you got me there. But it's official enough so you can take him to the movie studios isn't it?”

Your face lit up a big smile “Of course yes, and that's what I'm going to do today. Just to prove you are wrong”

“I might not be that wrong if you are always trying to prove me that!” Stevie said while you called Dean inviting him to got with you which he accpeted and you squint your eyes at her smiling right after ending your call.

“By the way, isn't your dad's dinner tomorrow night?”

“Yes, you can come to my place to choose what to wear” you both laughed finishg both of your meals.

~~~

You grabbed your wheel a little harder than you should, seeing your knuckles going a bit to white as Dean was changing the station on your car.

“So, this is a nice baby you got here” he spoke breaking the silence between the two of you and you felt your shoulders light up a bit.

“Yes, it was my birthday gift when I turned 18” you quickly took a look at his face. “I wanted an old car but my dad got me this one. Is not the one I really liked but it comes in handy sometimes” you giggled and he put his hand on your thigh.

“Taylor, are you okay?” The concern on his voice made you feel a bit warm, getting the grip that you might be overreacting “Is your dad killing me or something like that? Or is this because of the pictures that came out today?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

“Taylor, I get you're not regular like me. I get a bunch of eyes are upon you and all the things you say and do need to have a filter, even though you don't have it. And most of it, we have only hanging out a couple of times. I'm not gonna get crazy jealous just because a guy want to go out with you” he winked at you “I mean, only blind guys wouldn't want it and that's for sure they never had been talking with you”.

A big exhale came out from your lips “I was just worried you might be thinking I'm some kind of skank or whatsoever” your voice was so low you hadn't been sure he'd heard you.

“I know you, I know you'r bounded to a lot od things that don't concern you and which you cannot alter. Dating or not, you'r allowed to go out with anyone you'd like. What two people need to have between them is respect. And at last but not least, you need to understand who you like”

“I...”

“I'm not saying you don't like me” you cut you rapidly off “i know I'm your crush, I saw you blush a lot of times just for passing by” he laughed “But when you like someone, like really like, you grab it”

Was a guy really saying this? Why was he being so thoughtful to all of this? “My girlfriend left me, and for the first year I was in deep shit. I didn't care about anything, or anyone as a matter of fact”.

You just drove, in silence, listening to him “I saw the way he looked at you the time you kissed his cheek at the party, he fancies you”.

“So do you” you immediately reply.

“I do” he laughs “Did I ever told you that?”

You laughed and shook your head “You don't call the other girls by their last name, so I just assumed” a giggle came form you and the air was just so much lighter.

Arriving at the studio, you grabbed Dean by his arm and you both went in, girls working there stopped to look at him. He was a hunk, tall, good looking, the one you want to sweep you off of your feet. He had it all.

“Y/N!” you heard a voice calling you and you turned your head to see who it was.

“Joe, hi!” you smiled and greeted him with a hug. This Joe was dressed like a young John Deacon . “How are you? This is Dean. He was at the party too” they handshaked and you could see he was reluctant on talking “So... I've seen some pictures...”

“We just went for some food, nothing much...” you excused yourself and tried looking everywhere except his face “So, which part are you recording now?”

“The part where we try to Bohemian Rhapsody as our single”

When you three arrived the set, all faces turned around to see you.

“Moonpie!” Roger approached you and you introduced him to your Dean “Y/N has never ever introduced me to any guy”

“I'm not any guy” he laughed and you looked searching for blue eyes that didn't yet meet yours.

Ben wanted to talk to you, but at the same time, he didn't because he was looking at Roger and Dean and they both were laughing and talking about something that made you do an annoyed look followed by the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

The time your eyes met, you waved and taking the opportunity, you approached him.

“Hey, how are you?” both of you know how both of you were, but nevertheless you were trying to keep it hidden even though all of the people there had seen your pictures at the store.

“I'm fine, see you brought a friend” he added, souding neutral, non jealousy type.

“It's Dean from the party... No big deal” you added.

“I don't remember him” he lied and you both knew that.

“It's fine, we're friends and he is a fan of Queen” you sat next to him and all you could sense was the bitterness in him

“Aren't we all?”

“Well... Yes. He knows about the store and he told me to go after you if you'd care to know. Plus, that outfit looks really good on you” these were your last words and when he tried to chase after you to get acquiantance of what you just said the director entered the room telling the boys it was time to shoot the scenes, so you just left him there and went on backstage to see the scene beeing shot.

You and Dean stood there for a while but the guys where just not gettng focused on the scene so they are always remaking it.

You said goodbye to your dad and Brian who was across the studio and took Dean home.

The next night would be great, or not.

Ben was getting attached to you and he had seen you leave with Dean at the party, was hard for him to believe there was nothing going on.

~~~

The house was perfectly fine, dinner had been cooked according to some of your dad's favourite and it looked like a fancy dinner between friends. You wish it wouldn't be, because it should be more casual. But that's the thing with Roger Taylor you had to do casual and fancy all in one.

You had a little black dress, lots of bracelets, one necklace and flat shoes.

“I still can't figure out what to wear!” Stevie had already been trying more than a dozen dresses and she was so fashion concerned about the others. So you grabbed one of the pile and showed it to her.

“I think this was your best, and to impress Jamie... Nothing better” you made a devilish smile.

The guys had just arrived and so you excused yourself and left Stevie alone.

You went down the stairs and caught Ben alone at the hall.

“Ben!” his eyes laid upon you more than you expected. Good.

“Y/N, how are you?” he was acting casual like nothing had happened. Well... Nothing did happen but you wanted it. Oh god how you wanted it!

“So glad you're here” you were a little uncertain but you hugged him anyway “Listen, about the pictures...”

“I said I'm sorry” he spoke in a bit harsh voice “If I had known I'd never tell you anything, I know how much you hate attentions drawn to you. And all I do is catch other's attention”

“Hey... I did not say that! I said I didn't care, because for the first time I didn't care if anyone saw me, knew me or photographed me. I had such a nice time with you” you crossed your arms knowing you were getting sadder just by the thought of not being around that ray of sunshine. Not being able to speak, you turned yourself to the living room to greet the other guys, leaving him alone in the hall.

NOTE: So, what did you think about this chapter? What do you think it’s going to happen next?  i’m trying to write a bit everyday, and always thinking in ways to feel inspired and nice and fine ideas for the plot.

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

So why APD of Albuquerque you're not trying this?

I fucking posted it every night of releasing human trafficking victims

So why when it comes to the same fucking issue in the streets under the flag of Black Lives Matter you're all with batons and forcing and hitting people to do what you say like you're a slave owner yourself, Albuquerque Police Department?

"We need to be aware"

No youre getting PISSED off. You're tense and youre intimidated and afraid FURTHER MORE: you're all in one line and NO ONE IS WATCHING YOUR BACKS. So you comply with these fucking ass hole rules, meanwhile someone comes around and stabs you in the neck and you die. A handful of (I'm not gonna write what kind but I know exactly what kind) skillfully and expertly stabbed into your neck. By the time you realize what happened to the first cop 7 more are bleeding out. And you all die.

Now if you're engaging the people at the rally with dance of healthy mind and feelings. You're moving around and spinning and eyes are every where

Then you have good morale.

Cheer. Happiness.

We did this with the NYPD and we always won. Why? NYPD forbid their officers to get on the ground. Or bend more than waist height or go beyond a sqauat they were NOT allowed to touch the ground with their knees or any other body part but one hand to help stabilize.

And we had to have a barrier of at least 9 feet between the police and us.

In some areas we had to use traffic cones and square off the officers so that we would tell others not to enter their private space.

Sometimes street people wanted to dance WITH the police.

So we had to make another area next to the police. But we used a rectangle.

Sometimes officers took off their gun belts and danced with people. They locked the equipment in their cop cars.

12 - 15 times cops were assaulted. We ourselves found them and took them back to receive their punishment or sometimes in the occurrences it was white supremacy (12 times) we verified that who was the dancer to the crowd and offended officer and we took them to an area trash was the next day and we killed them in an alley by a gun shot without a silencer on the pistol them dumped the body in a dumpster the next day to be taken to a landfill. In the case of human traffickers we took them in my van and dumped their dead body on the street right in front of the human traffickers in the street looking to get a girl or child. And we went horn blaring and honking all the way down the road. I would tiny ass jump down and scream "NO! YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU KNOW WHAT!?!" walk down to the back of the van and open the doors where the body would be dumped out, pushed by Frenchie or another helper and i would scream as loud as i could and it would echo "FUCK YOU!!!" Then i would climb into the back of the van and back up to the driver seat because i would lock the door when i got down and i would peel out tires screeching and horn honking.

They knew me. I made sure.

Fuck with a little girl my size. See WHAT happens.

And we didn't tell NYPD. We just assured them those people would not be seen again. They kinda didn't like to be protected by me. A little girl. They didn't know who i was.

I didn't say "hi! Im CIA let's work together!"

I had the adults get the NYPD to me.

And i said "im the one organizating the dance off. I want to know what are the rules and how can,er help each other be noticed in the streets cooperating with each other? I mean like do you want hugs at the end or because you have guns and you don't want us to take them?" And I made a finger gun and pointed it away from them towards Brooklyn and said "pew! Pew!"

I had girls from the dance classes there on the military base called Governors Island where the NYPD were welcome and allowed on with CIA and military police escorts.

I said "here on the island the police are our family ane we want to introduce that concept into the streets, my city and yours. To create a bond of love"

I used my hands and made them speak, clapping them together and taking them apart one shaking and saying "power" and the other responding "no mine" and "instead coming together with love"

And made my hands "hug each other again"

That was our end. That was our safety hug. We all clasped our hands together at the end and bowed to one another.

We all won. Because love wins.

And NYPD got GOOD. Unfortunately it was 30 years ago and they're all off the jobs.

So, now Tree will prove truth and produce us a video to be seen.

The cops ended the riots. With love and promises that all lives matter. And they promised with all their hearts to make sure their jobs were done and done right.

So yeah they thought i was just a regular ordinary child with big bright ideas because of Michael Jordan's influence. He did help. His fights with Pippen. Scotty was so nervous and he noticed that at parties in Chicago, and every where Scotty Pippen was best dancing. So, they took it to work after some fighting.

"No! Teach Michael to dance and he can teach you to play ball!"

"I already know how to play ball"

I went up to him and dribbled to his right then left an imaginary ball and swoosh I hit the ball in all net

"No. You. Don't Mr Scotty Pippen. Now show me a dance move"

"No this is How i play ball." He bent at the waist and dribbled, tucked it in, like a football, looked lest then right then swoosh, "that's my ball not like you and Michael Jordan you to show offs"

"Show me" so I tried to mimic ignoring Michael's heys. And he picked me up like an egg and said "now you swoosh" I did And jumped out his arms in a full jump shot. "Don't i do that? Hey! Pippen!"

"Some but that's because you're a hot shot"

"No I'm a hot shot!" I did a combo of their dribbling like Charles did. And Pippen always took the ball from him. And i sat next to Pippen on the couch after Michael stole the imaginary ball. "A hot shot is a needle full of bad dope"

"Well he used to be until you changed him"

Michael Jordan was forced to blush.

"And so but what I was thinking since y'all roll together, then you two can create a dance together that is not only beautiful to us as were watching but confusing to the other team. And all we need to do is maximumize your rhythm together"

"Man i was just telling her you were the best dancer out there and i wish i could dance better like you"

"That's why I always follow you on the court. I even asked coach to place me next to you because you are the best on the court. And i thought we could be friends but i guess that didn't work out" he wanted to hide his tears and crushed dreams. And reached for his coat "ah man i gotta go"

I grabbed him. Coat and all. "Today can be the day that is the start of a beautiful friendship. Please show us the dance. Please try"

"And hey the way I see it no one on the opposing team's will expect it and we will win more. So we will do better as a team. What's the way you put it. There's no eye in team" interested Michael.

"No eye in team. There's eyes! You need at least two to make a team. Two eyes on one head don't make a team. That's just one person. One I. So you need at least two heads of the skull type"

"Alright ill try it. But this is a small space here"

"And so it is when you got hundreds of people coming after you and that ball"

"Oh there isn't that many"

"Michael says that what it feel like so he think of the ball as his family he has to protect from kidnappers."

"Oh you, too man? I was talking to a few of the other players... And they're in the same boat"

We are all in the "same boat" this is one Earth. One race of people. The Human Race.

And everyone needs to act like it.

No one is better than another person. Only different.

Which is why the dance off has always been perfect.

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That said i am still eradicating those whom refuse to show that regardless of where they come from. Earth or another planet, without the true skill of humanity, they will be eradicated. They have had thousands of years to learn. And i over all blame the problems in the world on them that cannot accept the world the way it was when we were all born the first time. Because that is what being a human is. Not being a GODDAM babysitter and involuntary prisoner. Whle some scum try to figure out how to force me in love with them while using hate. As if I've never loved them. I could be standing there loving them and they don't know because they do not know what love is. Jesse. There's a fine line between love and hate. And you crossed it to many times.

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Everyone else:

Learn to get along