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broz0neglitters · 1 month

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Brozone Little reunion... Pt 2 + random moments

Part 1 on my main blog @itsbroz0neglitters

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After talking it out with Viva, John felt much better about himself as he was ready to come back and face clay again

Meanwhile...

"I’m glad John Dory's getting help. He has a lot of issues, and he’s stupid." Clay said, "You should be the one helping him." Bruce sass back

As John and Viva came back, John and Clay stand face to face

"Clay, I don't care if you like me or not, but we are brothers, and brothers stick up for each other no matter what, even if one brother makes a huge mistake," John said

"Fool me once, strike one. Fool me twice, strike three." Clay replied, walking away. "What's that supposed to mean, huh clay?" John asked, crossing his arms

"The only problem is whenever I try to be nice to Clay, he gets all angry at me," John replied

"Look, John, some people just don't want to be happy. I mean, look at Clay. He really loved you ever since he was a baby, but the boy band things really mess him up big time." Bruce said

"So this is my life — until I win the lottery. Or Clay finally forgives me and just moves on." John Dory replied, heading out

As John looks at the camera crew, “I hate the idea that someone out there hates me. I even hate thinking that my own brother Clay hates me. If he got to know the new me, he wouldn’t hate me.” John said, pushing the camera crew away from him

"poor old man, and his sad, lonely heart, just wants to be friends," Floyd said, looking at Clay with puppy eyes

(Floyd's confession room)

“Besides having sex with men, I would say the Finer Things Club is the gayest thing about me." He said, giving two thumbs up

"so you had sex with one of my bandmates?" branch asked. "No-who?" floyd asked. "Boom?" branch replied, showing him the picture.

"Hahaha, nooo," floyd said, avoiding eye contact. "Okay, maybe- you didn't hear that from me," floyd said, running out and knocking over the camera and stuff....

“you know, If I were buying my coffin, I would get one with thicker walls so you couldn’t hear the other dead people.” branch said, looking at poppy.

"branch, are you forgetting the Bergans stop eating trolls, and you know you were there," Poppy said

As Poppy kept yapping about how she and Branch saved the snack pack from being eaten by the Bergans

"I talk a lot, so I’ve learned to just tune myself out," Poppy said, "She for sure does yap a lot, and here we are together forever." branch said

"you know, branch. My resolution was to get more attention." Poppy said, "Well, it seems to be working, my queen." branch said, crossing his arms

"I miss the days when there was only one party I didn't want to go to." Branch said to himself

As John was driving around with Rhonda, he started crying. "I'm not crying; you are," he said, whipping his tears

"is like they all say; You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take," John said

"Another thing I should never do is I learned a while back that if I do not text 911, my brothers do not return my calls. But Bruce always returns my calls because he thinks something horrible has happened." John said

Clay was still sitting there doing his crossword puzzle as Viva braided his hair. "Come on, it is all in the past; forgive him. He really wants to make things right." Viva said

"I said no." Clay said, "Please, please, please, don't bring me to tears." Viva noted, singing, "Did I Stutter?" Clay asked, putting his book down

"I Do Not Apologize Unless I Think I’m Wrong, And If You Don’t Like It, You Can Leave," Clay said, continuing to read

"wow, you're a stubborn licensed CPA," Viva said

“WHAT EXACTLY IS MY RESPONSIBILITY HERE? TO COMFORT AN INSECURE HETEROSEXUAL MAN? THAT CAN’T POSSIBLY FALL TO ME.” Floyd asked, shouting at the camera crew

(Floyd was talking about comforting a cute guy troll he met a few weeks back; he also works for brozone, and floyd has a mini crush on him.)

“I HAVE VERY LITTLE PATIENCE FOR STUPIDITY,” Bruce told all his brothers while shouting. Bruce was like a dad of the group since he was married and had kids

"They're demons," Clay said straight through Bruce's face.

"I have a lot of questions. Number one, how dare you?" Bruce said

"Clay was the only brother, starting the drama and the fights again. First, it was him vs. John; now it him vs. Bruce who's next," Branch said

(As they all sat together in the confession room)

“Sometimes I get so bored I just want to scream, and then sometimes I actually do scream. I just sort of feel out what the situation calls for.” Clay said shrugging his shoulder

"Does that induce picking fights with your brothers, huh clay?" John asked him

“I’m guessing Clay is the one in the neighborhood that gives the trick-or-treaters toothbrushes. Pennies. Walnuts.” Floyd said

“News flash: You are not special,” Clay said, looking at floyd as floyd angrily lunged like an angry kitty cat and attacked him.

The camera cuts out...

"IT’S NOT MY FAULT. I WAS EXPOSED TO Velvet and Venner," floyd said, looking over at Clay, who had cat scratch marks everywhere.

“Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don’t know. I sing in the woods. Sometimes, I spend too much time wandering off in a distance. Occasionally, I’ll get kidnapped. So sue me.” Floyd said, leaving the room

"I don't care what you all say about me, but I just want to eat," Bruce said, grabbing some food and leaving the room, which leaves Branch, John, and clay

“I guess I’ve been working so hard, I forgot what it’s like to be hardly working,” John said, looking at both clay and branch

"I raised 4 little brothers while grandma was out playing her heart out, so it safe to say John Dory didn't have the childhood he deserved. So sorry if you all hate me. Goodbye." John said, taking the clip-in microphone out and tossing them on the floor

“I’ve been involved in a number of cults, both a leader and a follower. You have more fun as a follower but make more money as a leader." Clay said.....

"Okay, so it is safe to say that I will never let Poppy host another family reunion ever again, not until my brothers can get their shits together because I'm done. I'd rather go back to jail than sit there and deal with my older brother's nonsense." Branch said in his Justin Timberlake Voice

*camera cuts to Bruce eating*

"THIS ISN'T FUCKING OVER YET, BRO!" Bruce said, blocking the camera

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Who wants a part 3? If so, if I can get 100 likes on this post and the 1st post made by my main account @itsbroz0neglitters, then I'll make a part 3 with different funny references

Again, if you watch the office, you'll understand the references

Read part 1:

100 likes on both, then I'll make a part 3....

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msfbgraves · 7 months

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(when Michael assured him that the omega, Anna, was never with Terry's pup and was now mated to a Chicago musician, with young pups of her own.)

You did NOT just allude to Terry McCain and Anna from Excessive Force!! GASP. So clever!! It all makes sense now, she really was the really beautiful female version of Daniel. I guess Terry Silver made such a huge impression on her that she had to marry his long-lost twin lol. Happy ending I guess…? At the same time it shows that though Terry was so disgustingly inebriated, he still went for the closest thing that resembled Daniel. Says a lot.

(As for Terry's people - everyone who didn't know does now, and that was excruciating... but they were all on his side.)

I’m dumb, but I’m kinda confused at the working here—when you say they were all on his side, do you mean on Terry’s side or Daniel’s?

I hate that so many people know about Terry’s infidelity (and no one except Anna knows how far it really went…ARGH. But I am glad he didn’t do all this when Daniel was with pup, that would have made it EVEN WORSE. And that Anna didn’t get knocked up. THE HORROR. Thanks for snooping, Michael! It does make me sad that things weren’t normal between Daniel and Terry for months after the 16th anniversary fail-night. I guess it shows how worried and hurt Daniel really was by all this, plus the added stress of not knowing if Terry got someone else pregnant.

If Terry had, and Michael had found out, how would Daniel feel? What would he do, what would Terry do?

Do the older pups know that Daddy cheated on Mama?

Love that Danny boy had his Name Day celebration and everyone came out in support. Baby boy <333 T_T Hope Terry felt ashamed and horrible <333

My bad - everyone who heard about Terry's cheating at the wake was on Daniel's side. Jaysis, what a mess, so it was! Drink and grief is a terrible combination that way. You can't even blame the poor fella who forgot himself, can you?

I don't think Terry would have done all this had Daniel been with pup, he would have been attacking his own pup, evolutionary speaking that would have put the brakes on. I think Alphas have the same brutal instinct as we do in wartime, that getting an 'enemy' omega or beta woman with pup is a power move, but assaulting your own pregnant women and omegas is too horrible to think about. I feel that people are collectively most protective of visibly pregnant women (and indeed most aggressive towards them when they are battle mad).

But he wasn't with pup.

Also, part of the 'months' mentioned was before the anniversary, but yeah - do we expect him to take everything? Nice deflection of Terry attacking his supposed lack of loyalty, but Daniel is right, keep doing this and even his capacity forgiveness may hit a limit. Peversely, Terry may have been right not telling him, because had he known straight away, Daniel might have nodded when the Don suggested murder.

This is, also, why his family didn't mention anything before. Michael has known about Anna for years, as has Pop. No way they didn't keep tabs on Terry from the second sweet Daniele turned up on their doorstep. It's the first thing the Don ordered Michael to do after putting the fear of God in him - damage control. The further damage being Anna, and had she been with pup, to 'take care of it', make her disappear. When they knew she wasn't with pup, they would have gotten her out of NYC except that John Kreese was ahead of them there. (John would not have had Terry's pup killed, because Terry. Michael would absolutely have had Terry's pup killed, because Terry.)

If Terry had and Michael would have found out, what would Daniel feel? What is there to feel, Daniele? She died before anyone could ever be sure. Yes, an accident, Piccino, those things happen. Don't torture yourself, you know kitties like this meet the wrong people, they are strung out on God knows what sometimes. Did we have anything to do with it? Daniele, baby, it's none of our business. And would any Alpha kill their own pup? Of course not.

Do you swear, Michael?!

Don't insult me. I know you're in pain, Piccino. But don't insult me. Come here, now, give me a hug. It's over, you'll be fine, I promise.

Had Terry found out about a potential pup he would have had to go directly against Michael stop it and Amanda was busy enough thwarting several "accidents" that could have befallen Terry in Sicily as it was. He would have lost, he knows he would have lost, and Terry might feel some kind of primal ache at the idea but he never would have risked it. It's a cold world he lives in.

But! Anna is alive and happily mated and out of the business, she and her mate run a bar. Apparently the guy got kicked out of the force but like Michael cares. Chicago is not their turf, Terry handles new markets.

Do the older pups know Terry cheated on Mama? It's the biggest open secret in the world, but even Eli has enough self control to not even hint at it, especially after Sam had that little talk with Daddy. They were too young, and people say things when they're drunk. We DO NOT TALK about it, Anthony, shut up. No. Shut up! I don't care what you heard, who said anything anyway, I'll shut that bastard up for you. Oh, no, don't? Then stop trying to be clever, little egg, you weren't even alive yet.

I...don't think Terry feels easily ashamed in spite of it all. He has that sureness of his convictions that is just this side of quite sane. He's not sorry he's done it, he's sorry about the effect he's had. He wouldn't have been ashamed if he'd never been found out. Again, you couldn't go around murdering people if you weren't somehow above what other people want in your own mind. So that nameday celebration? He knows why and yet he takes it completely at face value in demeanor. Of course they should celebrate his mate. They should have sooner, come to think of it.

#Great ask thank you!#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #mob au

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professionalwhining · 1 year

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Walking in wonder

Life is crazy (in a good way - in this house, the only way we use that word is with a positive connotation anyway). Every day since I arrived back home I’ve been going to practice in one of those rental bikes that I subscribed to a while ago. To be honest, I’ve been too lazy to take down my bike, look for a place to chain it, and then take it all up again into my apartment. It just seems like a lot of hassle for a ten-minute ride. So after practice, I had to walk a bit to go rent another bike (Literally : “el flojo trabaja doble”… os does he?) and bumped into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. She was in a rush cause she had to go to work. But we still had time to catch up on life and for her to recommend me a new vegan coffee shop. just seeing her happy and -newly-red-headed was enough to brighten my morning but then I had that coffee…. It had peanut butter in it. And oh boy! it was obscene how mouth-watering and rich that coffee was. It just felt so right. Me and that coffee we had an intimate moment and I’m just going to leave it at that (some things are intended to be private). JK. This is not what this is about.

So I decided to honor this coffee by sitting down in the canal and having my breakfast there while re-reading one of my favorite books. It was blissful, to say the least. After it was time to leave (I do have a thesis to -pretend- to write) I couldn’t find a bike for the life of me. So, I went against my predetermined mindset and decided to walk. Don’t get me wrong, I like to walk. I’m no Lizzie Bennet, but if I have to walk I walk. The thing is because at the moment I am: jobless, boyfriendless, moneyless (why, when you are poor everything is about money. Rhetoric question), and friendless (cause they gotta work, don’t be worrying about me) I did the most unthinkable thing you can do in this capitalist society, I took the long road and wasted time (I struggled really hard not to put quotation marks there). And I just had the quietest and most miraculous mornings I’ve had in a while…. and girl, I literally just went for a walk.

But that’s still not what I came here for. I’m reading (listening on audiobook actually) “Walking in Wonder” (2018) -naturally very metha of me- by my king -you know it- John O’Donohue. So, as you do, when listening to an audiobook I had to stop a few times to write down the chapter with the exact timing to listen to this all over again. Because this shit is the bomb. If I love you and you are asking me for revolutionary reads I’ve already talked your ear off about the late John O’Donohue. His books, conversations, lectures, and talks are a gift to the world. The insight. It’s just… *sighs* you know I can never really talk about what I find sublime. As Susan Suntag said, a book “worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges our sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness”

Anyway, I was just here to share some quotes I struggled to write down from an audiobook in the middle of Paris:

“The real mystery is not that things are the way they are, but that there is something rather than nothing.” : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “…Each one of us is the custodian of an inner world that we carry around with us.” “…and warm awareness, you are going to have an incredible life. You are going to have sufferings as well, but you will always return to that place of warmth and fire within yourself.” (hardcore to read after practicing Ashtanga) “….One of the sad things today is that so many people are frightened by the wonder of their own presence. They are dying to tie themselves into a system, a role, or to an image, or to a predetermined identity that other people have actually settled on for them. This identity may be totally at variance with the wild energies that are rising inside in their souls. Many of us get very afraid and we eventually compromise. We settle for something that is safe, rather than engaging the danger and the wildness that is in our own hearts.”

I mean!!!!! Right?????

If I were you I would start with (my favorite) “Anam Cara”

#yoga #quote #john o'donohue #books

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goldenroutledge · 3 years

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Overhearing they have feelings for you - with JJ 🥰

drive me crazy

pairing(s): jj maybank x reader, platonic!pogues x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: in which your best friend jj drives you crazy in the best way possible

a/n: i combined it with it two dialogue prompts, they’re bolded! thanks so much, hope you enjoy it :) also, there are no season two spoilers in here, i wrote this in may

jj maybank masterlist

You loved the pogues. You really did. Their constant pestering and reminders of a certain crush you may or may not have had? Not so much. In your head, and even out loud sometimes, you had to reassure yourself it wasn’t true. There was absolutely no way in hell you could have a crush on JJ Maybank. And that is exactly what you would keep telling your friends.

You all were sat out on the Chateau’s porch, enjoying a hot afternoon with a few beers and the company of one another. Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t a regular hang out. It was, as Pope stated, an intervention.

“Intervention?!” You exclaimed. “What exactly do I need that for again?”

“Would you like that alphabetically or in order of importance?” John B quipped in a serious tone.

“Ha ha. Very funny, John B.” You mocked. “Seriously, what’s this ‘intervention’ you speak of?” Your fingers came up to air quote the words as you grimaced, looking between Kiara, Pope and John B. “I don’t need help with anything.”

“You’re right.” Pope settled. “You don’t need help. You need to confess your crush on JJ."

A scoff left your lips as soon as the words fell from his, folding your arms across your chest. “Excuse me?”

“We know you like him, Y/n.” Kiara informed.

“No, you know what?” John B interjected. “She doesn’t like JJ, she looooves him.” He dragged out in a pesky tone.

“And I’m the one who needs the intervention? All three of you are insane.” You asserted.

Pope sighed. “We’re here because we love you, Y/n. Regardless if you love JJ more than us or not.” He chortled. “We just want you to admit it, it’s not healthy to keep inside.”

“You know, it’s sad that you all wasted your time jumping to these bizarre conclusions. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

They all gave you skeptical looks.

“You don’t?” John B asked.

“Nope. I do not like JJ. Not one bit.” You shook your head as you said your piece. “If anything, I hate him. He’s a big jerk who is always teasing me and trying to get under my skin.”

Kiara quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Denial.” John B muttered under his breath, masking it with a cough that earned a menacing glare from you.

“What do you hate about him, Y/n/n?” Pope inquired curiously.

“Well.. for starters, he’s never on time for anything. Horrible punctuality.” You began kicking a rock around on the wooden planks of the porch as another way to let out your so-called hate. “Or sometimes he doesn’t show up at all. Then he makes you worry about him and wonder where he’s at. Only to turn up fine in the next day or two.”

“Hm.” Pope hummed, taking mental notes as he studied your behavior.

“I hate the way he never brushes his hair. It’s like he’s a damn golden retriever. And the way it tickles when it brushes my forehead is so annoying. Not to mention when I find it on my hair ties after he steals them.” Not once did you look up, continuing your assault on the poor rock. “Oh! That’s another thing. He’s always stealing. Like when I was 8 and he stole my pet turtle Franklin right out of his tank. Because he wanted to make Franklin a cute bowtie to wear and surprise me with it, but still! He could’ve killed my turtle! I mean, who does that?”

You threw your arms up in exasperation, reading the mixed expressions on your friends faces. “I hate the way he purposely messes things up. Like when we go out to eat and then he drops his fries just to eat out of mine.” You went on.

“I hate that stupid necklace he wears. It’s always so dirty because he’s been wearing it for years but he always turns me down when I offer to buy him a new one. I hate when he randomly touches my shoulder so I’ll jump because of his cold ass rings. I hate how he’s such a player. Always flirting with any and everyone. It makes me want to gag, he’s so cheesy. Not only flirting with any girl in sight, but also trying to scare off guys that show even the slightest bit of interest in me. He never lets me have anything!”

You let out a sigh, taking a drink of water before continuing your ramble. As you were so in the moment, fired up at this point, you hadn’t noticed your friends whisper amongst themselves while staring behind you.

“I hate how he can never make up his mind. JJ has to be the most indecisive person on Earth. I hate when he hides behind doors and jumps out to scare me, while he laughs hysterically. I hate how he’s always sweet talking my mom, because now she’s convinced all of her friends and family that we’re together. Do you know how frustrating that is? To be mistaken for his girlfriend all the time?” You pause, beginning to breathe normally again from your rant.

“Do you even hear yourself Y/n?” Pope quizzed.

“What do you mean?”

“You have a crush!” He shouted, the others piping up with a few words of agreement. “What about Kie, or John B, or even myself bothers you that much?”

“Nothing.” You answered. “I mean, I’m sure there’s things that bother me but-”

“But not like how JJ bothers you.” Kie pointed out. “That’s a crush in disguise if I’ve ever seen one.”

“You know what?” You started, voice raising to more of a yell. “I do not have a crush on JJ. In fact, the thought alone disgusts me.”

John B rolled his eyes, throwing his head back in his chair at your stubbornness.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have actual productive things I’d like to do today.” Turning around to take your exit down the steps and towards your car, you gasped, bumping into the boy you knew all too well.

“Hey there, sunshine.” JJ greeted with a devilish grin. “Am I on that list?”

You scoffed, cheeks burning up as you pushed him aside. “Absolutely not. But you can add that to the list of reasons why I would never ever like you.”

“Aww, don’t be so hard on me, Y/n. I just had to hear almost every single reason why my best friend hates me.”

As fast as you were trying to get to your car, JJ was quicker, standing in front of the drivers side door with his arms crossed. Oh, how hard it was not to look down at them. But you hadn’t given in yet, so you’d be damned to give in now.

“Oh, you poor thing. It’s really me who needs the sympathy here, since I’ve been dealing with you for most of my life.”

“Ahh. It’s a shame you’re still mad about Franklin. Maybe we could be something.” He joked, referring to your childhood pet.

“You abducted him.” You shot back. “Even if you hadn’t, we’d still never be anything.”

“I have a hard time believing you really hate me, Y/n.” He looked into your eyes, peculiarity filling them.

“Oh? I could always refresh your memory.”

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you hate all of those things about me because I’m not yours.”

Your shoulders came up into a shrug. “Nope. Doesn’t bother me one bit. I just hate your guts. Could you move off of my car now? I have that list of productive things I should be getting to.”

He put his hands up in surrender, pulling on the door handle and opening it for you. “Fine, Y/n. You win.” He shut the door once you were in, leaning his forearms up against the already rolled down window to face you. “Just let me know if you reconsider adding me to that list.”

You returned the smirk he was giving you, turning the key as the engine came to life. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

With that, you drove off, not once looking at JJ or your other friends in the rear view mirror. “Damn. I really thought that was gonna work.” Pope mumbled in disappointment.

“Sorry, JJ.” Kie apologized.

He shook it off. “It’s alright, guys. We’ll get her next time.”

A week passed by after that day, now having had some time away from the pogues. Or JJ, specifically. It gave you some time for reflection, time for realization. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to admit you didn’t think of JJ as completely repulsive, but you had too much pride. There was no way he was going to win this, you’d never be able to live it down.

On your way to one of the local stores, you spotted JJ leaning up against one, presumably waiting for a ride. “Hey, JJ.” You spoke up, his eyes darting up at you from his fidgeting.

“Hey, sunshine. Whatcha up to?”

His lighthearted energy threw you off, even plastering a smile on your face because of it. “Just picking some stuff up for my parents. Boring errands. You?”

“Waiting for John B.” He informed.

“Oh, okay. I could wait with you if you want. I know I would hate waiting alone.” You offered, before your face went blank at his next words.

“Almost as much as you hate me?”

“Come on, JJ. It was just for fun. You know that, right?”

“Sure it was, Y/n.” He sighed disappointedly.

The old thoughts about pretending to hate him vanished, as it was only the two of you there. You weren’t putting on a show for anyone. “I was kidding. I don’t actually hate your guts. Because if I did, there’s no way I would become that close to you to know all of those things about you anyway. And there’s no way I would’ve let you meet Franklin.” You attempted to lighten the mood.

“Forget it. If you meant it or not, what difference does it make?”

You exhaled sharply, squeezing your eyes shut as you debated your next words. “It makes a difference to me. Maybe I was being a little dramatic when the pogues asked me about you.” He stayed silent, blue eyes shining perfectly due to the golden hour of the sun. “You’re not gonna ask me what it was?”

“It’s not important, Y/n. Not with the way you feel about me.” He muttered, kicking a pinecone up with the tip of his shoe.

“JJ, you are so difficult. And for that, I’m going to tell you anyway. They asked me if I liked you.” You waited for a response, but he didn’t grant you one like you’d hoped. “I panicked and started thinking of something to convince them I didn’t like you. And convince myself, too.”

“So, you do like me then, huh? I thought it was all a big myth.” He questioned nonchalantly, main focus still on that damn pinecone bouncing in the air. You kicked it out of his reach, cutting him off before he could protest.

“Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.”

“Fine. Make it quick.” JJ held back a laugh, a scowl present on your face at his irritated tone.

“I don’t hate you, JJ. I thought about it and it’s actually kinda the opposite. As hard as it is for me to admit it. So, yeah. I do like you.”

His expression quickly turned to one of victory, though you almost took it as amusement, heart nearly dropping as a result. “Good. Because the feeling’s mutual, sunshine.”

A sigh of relief left your lips, chuckling softly. “Damn, JJ. You don’t know half of the things you do to me. I’ve been on such an emotional rollercoaster this past week.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” He disclosed, cupping your chin and pecking you on the lips, smirking as yours chased his for more. You let out a whimper of protest because he wouldn’t just kiss you properly already. “I drive you crazy, sunshine.”

“Finally. The first accurate thing that’s come out of your mouth since birth.”

“You wish you could hate it.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck so he could get a good look in your eyes, deciding to play his game. “Face it. I drive you crazy, too.”

a/n: wow this was so much longer than i anticipated. i was originally planning to end it with the chateau scene but after i wrote it i realized they never really confessed their feelings, and i didn’t wanna leave you guys hanging (or myself either lmao). anyway, thanks so much for reading <33

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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biggest mistake

mason made a mistake months ago. he's determined as ever to make things right.

At first, you thought avoiding the places that he might be was doing what was best for both of you to save hurt on either side. You never ever wanted to hurt him, but it became apparent that he wasn't struggling enough with the break up to feel any pain upon seeing you. When you walk into a bar with his friends who were once yours friends and he’s sitting there, laughing with his arm around a long legged brunette, head tipped back at whatever had been said. Instead of letting him see you, you just turned and walked back out the door.

Now it was fully your benefit, hiding from him. You didn't want to see him with another woman, arms tight around her or pressing kisses to her cheek like he used to do with you. You didn't want to see him, completely fine from something that was tearing you apart more each and every day.

People kept telling you she was just a fling to help him get over you, but he certainly seemed a lot more than happy to crack on with his life without you in it while you struggle to even find your footing without him by your side. A lot of your heart had been debating going home, finding somewhere to live back in home so you wouldn't have to be faced with him everywhere you felt like you did living in the city that he brought you to.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

Your head snaps around in surprise, eyes landing on the concerned face of your best friend. Unaware of how long you had been spaced out, you shrug your shoulders and shake you head to try to bring you back to reality a little bit. "Yeah," you mumble, "I'm fine."

John frowns despite your answer. "You don't look fine." He counters, a little harshly in the way that only best friends can really manage to get spot on. "In fact you look awful, no offence. You look really ill. Have you been sleeping? Eating?"

His concern is evident, intensified only by the way that you avoid his eyes at the question and seem to drift off back into your own mind. The brunette isn't sure what you're thinking about and honestly if he asked, you wouldn't know what to say because you don't ever really know what it is that is occupying so much of your mind. "Been feeling quite sick," you mutter, shrugging the question off as you try to turn back to the uni work on your laptop.

"What kind of sick?" He presses, making you furrow your brows and shrug once again. "I dunno Stones?" You grumble, "Like I don't have any appetite, everything I eat seems to come back up because I'm so sad and anxious because I thought I was going to be with that man for the rest of my life and he cheated on me, left me and moved on already, kind of sick." You bleat, tears wetting your eyes despite your desire to sound harsh.

“I’m sorry love,” he comforts, patting your knee gently, “I really wish there was something i could do to help you. Please?”

You just shake your head. “Just need some time to myself, if that’s okay?” You mumble. Your best friend nods, unable to think of anything else to say or any way to comfort you. You’ve been in absolute pieces since you found out about Mason with that other girl and now to see that he’s still with her is just all the more painful. It’s clear she was the one he loved and it was actually you who was the one who never mattered to him.

He does leave your little apartment - albeit begrudgingly. That little apartment that’s completely bare because you only moved in two weeks ago after living with John in Manchester for two months post finding a woman in the bed you shared at home with your boyfriend of the past three years. But poor John leaves feeling almost as hurt as you are, chest aching at the thought of you laying in bed distraught.

Part of you wanted to know if Mason had told any of them the truth. You wanted to know if his mother and sister knew that you had caught him cheating or if they still thought of him as their perfect Mason. Would he have lied? Did they hate you? You couldn't know, you got rid of your phone that night and took up a new number a week later, so you never got any of those old texts and Mason had no way to reach you. You wonder what those friends think, the ones you met through him and thought had really actually been your friends as opposed to only people who put up with you because you were his girlfriend. Maybe he told them you cheated on him or maybe he asked they not to. Maybe they never liked you.

It was pure personal torture every minute of your waking hours.

~~~~~

"Up and at 'em!"

Your eyes peel open quickly, leaving you startled and discombobulated as you attempt to tug your duvet back up your body only to find its being pulled in the opposite direction. "It's final day, (y/n). Up!" Someone chants, pulling open your curtains and letting the light stream in much to your very dismay.

"What the fuck," you mumble groggily, sleep coating your voice as you sling your arm over your face to make an attempt at replicating the darkness provided by your blackout curtains. The crease of your elbow creates mild cover, but nothing like what you had before and now without your duvet, you know there’s no way you’re getting back to sleep. “Leave me be.” You grumble tiredly.

“Not a chance,” the voice chides, “It’s final day and we are going.” At that, you finally actually open your eyes, craning your neck to see who had infiltrated your home. Lauren is standing at the foot of your bed with her hands on her hips, one holding onto what looks like a white England shirt. “Aha!” You snort, rolling back over onto your front. “Never in a million years.”

The sound of another pair of shoes approaching makes your eyebrows furrow against your pillow. “My brothers an idiot, but this is one of the biggest games of his career and I know you don’t actually to miss this.” Mason’s sisters voice comes, making you shoot up to a seated position in your bed. “No, but i really do.” You lament. “And how did you two even get in here?” You cock an eyebrow as you swing your legs over the side of your bed and plant your feet into your slippers to shuffle out your room with Lauren and Jas behind you.

“You left a spare key under the mat (y/n), you’re as predictable as they come.” Lauren shrugs, but you know for a fact John would have told Declan that and Declan would have told her about where you keep your spare key in the event that you accidentally lock yourself (which you often do) while going to take your rubbish down.

Mason’s sister had gotten back in touch with you recently, hoping she had left you an alright amount of time to calm down after the breakup to get back in contact and while you were thankful for the support she had given to you, she couldn’t be any more wrong about you wanting to go to this game. “Now come on, we bought you a shirt. Dec offered to send one but figured you’d prefer this.” Lauren offers, holding out the shirt to you. “Shower and get dressed. We can have lunch and then-”

“No.” You deadpan, offering a false, snippy smile while you throw closed the door of your fridge. “Come on (y/n).” Jas tries, picking the shirt up off the chair you’d discarded it over. “No.” You repeat. “I don’t want to see him at all, he won’t want to see me either. It’s really not worth it. And i won’t wear that either, we’re not together. I really appreciate you guys for thinking of me but i really don’t want this and i’m not just being bashful.” You sigh, feeling their eyes burning into you as you pour out your orange juice into a glass.

“Fine.” Jas says, “Don’t come for Mason, but come and wear that shirt.” She tries, her voice as convincing as she can get it. “I already-“

“Just look it it will you!”

You whip around finally, looking at her holding out the white shirt. It wasn’t Mason’s England number and it wasn’t his surname that was decorated in red across the back. It was Stones and it was the number 5 branded across there.

“He’s been like your brother since you were five.” Jas says, “And he won’t say it because he knows that you’re still in agony about Mason, but he really really wants you there. Mason said he hasn’t stopped talking about you all week, he’s constantly on Mason’s back about what he did to you and i know you don’t want to hear it but he really wants to talk to you about it. If you’d give him the chance?” She begs. Her eyes that look so much like Mason’s are genuinely pleading with you, and somewhere deep in your heart you feel a warmth just thinking about John defending you and standing up for you even and especially when you aren’t there. It’s just John.

John who put you up in his house, made sure you were eating properly and held you through that first two months of the absolute worst heartbreak you had ever known. John who had helped you move in all day. John who had driven to London at every opportunity to make sure you are alright.

You owed nothing to Mason, but you owe the absolute world to John.

That’s exactly how you ended up the stands with that England shirt on, hugging all those people you haven’t seen in so long and sending John a text with a picture of your view to surprise him with that fact you actually came. His happiness even through text was confirmation that you had made the right decision. John really was like your older brother.

It was when you spotted Mason that you were contemplating the decision. You don’t know if he saw you, but the second he was no longer hidden by the tunnel, he was all that you could see in an arena full of tens of thousands of people. It was like everything else around you had become a blur and your eyes could solely and only focus on him for the entire game.

And then they lost and if your heart wasn’t broken before (and it most certainly was), then broken didn’t cover the feeling you had. Because despite it all, despite the woman he fucked in your bed and and the stupidity he had in not chasing after you when you left him; you still belonged wholly and fully to him. That’s why you’ve never recovered. It’s why you still sleep half the day and refuse fo see anyone who was once in that part of your life. Everybody knows exactly how you still feel about him, everybody. You knew this very thing would happen when you laid eyes on him again and that’s why you were intent to stay away from him as long as possible.

Life is truly never really in your favour, though.

“Thought i might find you here.”

Your heart suddenly lurches up, slamming into your ribcage and making you lose your breath for the moment simply at the sound of his voice. It was so familiar yet so, so different.

So welcomed.

You turn to look at him, eventually patting the red seat next to you. “Finally got past bodyguard Stonesy, then?” You joke awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers the way Mason knows you do when you’re nervous. He wants so desperately to reach out and cup your hands in his to stop them from shaking the way they do right now. He wishes he was still the one able to soothe you. “Not easy,” Mason jests back, that same level of static nervousness ever present in his tone as it was yours. “But i don’t think he could stand up right now even if he wanted to, legs are dead.” He tries to lighten the mood, but neither of you actually laugh, just two empty people with two empty grins.

Silence falls between the two empty hearts, lips pressed in firm lines with neither wanting to take the chance of the next words. They dance on the tip of your tongue, your heart wanting you to spill every little detail of the pain he caused you while simultaneously begging for him to take it away as your mind battled with rational thought to keep quiet, keep reserved, give him nothing. Let him talk to you first.

“I’m so sorry for what i did to you, (y/n).”

His voice is full of emotions that you can’t even begin to pick out. He says it like a confession, like one he’s been holding onto for a very long time desperate to get off his chest to relieve the weight that’s been suffocating him since the day you walked out the door. His second worst mistake was kissing that girl, taking her back to the home he shared with you and kissing her on the bed you shared and then his biggest mistake, but the worst one he ever made was not chasing after you. Not running out into the street, not persisting and forcing the two of you to work this out.

He’d had an earful from John, over and over and over again. About how stupid he had been, but how he never lost his chance if he just goes after you. John knows you better than anyone, so the fact that he actually did allow Mason to come out here and be within five feet of you after how he broke you meant that he really had to try. Mason is still so in love with you and the reason he did what he did was pure stupidity, pure egotistical level stupidity that he can’t even believe he achieved.

“I have no words for it,” he admits, shaking his head. “What i did was disgusting, i hurt you in a way i never ever wanted to do. And i know-” he hangs his head, shaking it shame as he takes a deep breath to collect himself. “I’m still in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the day i met you and i’ve been in love with you every day since. I love you every second of every minute of every day. I love you when i wake up in the morning and i love you when i go to sleep. I love you so much i almost don’t even want you to take me back because i did the worst thing to you that a person could ever do. But i’m here, begging you and i will get down on my knees, but i am begging you to please give me another chance. I will do whatever it takes, every day for the rest of my life to prove myself to you. Please.”

His eyes are full of tears when they finally look back to you. Your heart thunders in your chest in tears slip down over your cheeks. Those shaky hands ride up, cupping his face and smoothing your thumbs over his cheeks to swipe off the tears.

Your voice is shaky, but your words are sure when you say, “Mason, I still love you too.” And your lips crash onto his. The moment spent holding onto each other for dear life is one that only lasts a few moments before the bubble is popped by the voice of a loud Barnsley boy with one eyebrow cocked and his strong arms crossed over his chest.

“Happy for you mate!” He calls down, words aimed at Mason. “But if you ever hurt her again, I’ll come after you.”

Mason will certainly heed that warning, but he never intends to do anything but made you happy ever, ever again in his life.

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Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that.

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me.

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused.

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions?

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught.

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you.

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike.

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong.

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what?

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting.

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time.

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah.

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident).

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft.

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug.

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first.

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me.

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

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l4verq · 3 years

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fight back | b.b

bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

in which bucky won’t lay a hand on you no matter what :(

tags : a little brawl, fluff cause icanthelpmyself, mentions of blood, john walker (idk if we're supposed to like him now ??) bucky is a cat lady okk

fic : one shot

a/n : inspired by that scene in the final ep of tfatws when karli is screaming at sam to fight back lol😳

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one world, one people.

you repeat it in your head one more time, when he comes into view, vibranium gleaming onyx with loops of gold.

you know that he knows you’re here, back to the wall a few feet away, peeking at him.

he doesn’t know that you let him know.

doesn’t know that you laid out a trap and just like the foolish mouse, he walked right into the lion’s den.

although you’re not sure who the fool actually is, when you meet his eyes, knees almost buckling at the sight just cause of how long it’s been without them.

“y/n.” he breathes out, almost in disbelief.

it’s been fourteen months since he woke up to an empty bed and a handwritten goodbye letter folded in a clean white envelope, tucked under a pillow still marked by the soft indentation of your head.

fourteen months since you took off in the dead of night, pulling your- his hood over your head, the cold wind nipping at your skin, almost like it was punishing you.

maybe, it saw what you did.

oh, but fred definitely saw what you did, that damn cat always followed you two around even though it’s owner was the blonde next door. her name wasn’t even fred, bucky came up with it after the third time it snuck into the apartment.

he swore he hated it but always seemed to have a treat lying around in case it did come.

and it did, a lot. neglected by it’s owner, it chose to seek comfort in the couple next door, and sometimes a meal or two.

“sorry, no treat today bub.”

fred scowled - honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if an actual human was living in it - mewling as it came up to you for the usual chin rubs and cooes.

you sighed, caving into it’s antics, squatting to pet it.

cradling it’s head into your palm, she was purring, a very uncommon sight. fred doesn’t purr, she scratches and hisses at anything and everything that moves.

“you’re particularly nice today.” you commented, getting up. it mewled even louder this time but you turned on your heels and headed for the stairs.

you were already late.

your legs picked up pace quickly, easily crossing multiple blocks over in a few long strides owing to the blue serum coursing through your veins.

though your mind remained stationary, fixated on a single face, how it’d crumble at the sight of the letter, how he’d probably end up hating you.

“took you long enough.”

her auburn locks were tied into a loose braid that curved around her neck, the tip sat just below her collarbone, a piss poor job held together by a thin maroon colored band.

it was quintessentially her, the lack of utter patience to spend two minutes looping three knots of hair one over the other.

you jogged over to the other side of the black suv, noticing a stark white rectangle where a liscence plate should be.

“he’s knocked out cold,” you asked as soon as you grabbed the door handle open, “how?”

lazropthalein.

it came in the mail in a brown package, no return address. bucky wasn’t home, he had a scheduled therapy session down the block.

just a pinch is enough.

the text from the unknown number read.

it had no odour, a clean, white colour to it that blended in seamlessly with the flour.

“you baked without me?” bucky gasped, dramatically, hand covering his gaping mouth. his other hand carried two plastic bags, filled to the brim, a purple razor was poking out the top.

he even had to drop the poor bags on the floor, just to emphasize the utter shock he felt.

“i got bored.” you giggled, wiping the countertop with a wet cloth, remnants of flour on the sleek marble turning goopy under it.

“traitor.”

“it’s just cupcakes.”

“still a cake.”

you sighed, “you’re a five year old.”

he huffed, trudging towards the living room, shoulders hunched to really hone in on just how devastating this was for him.

“don’t i get a hug?” you held your arms out, making grabby hands, following him.

apparently, the devastation was to the point where he had to bring out the big guns, the sad baby blues.

the act lasted for another minute? at best. hours later, he was happily munching away.

“i know why it tastes so good.” he moaned, smacking his lips.

your smile faltered a little, did he kn- no, there’s no way he could have known. you burned that little plastic bag as soon as you dumped a pinch in.

“yea?”

he grinned, popping the last bit left in “it was made with your love.”

“how did it work?” your voice rose several octaves higher, amplified further by the cool, silent night.

drugs and sedatives don’t work on supersoldiers yet a certain blue eyed one was back home, unmoving even if you screamed right into his ears.

“dr wilfred, he invented it. the power broker wanted something to balance out our,” she flared her hands at both of you, “super-soldierness, so that we don’t have an upper hand when all’s said and done.”

would the either of you even be alive when all was said and done?

“look, i know you didn’t want to do this but james, he won’t understand. he’s not one o-..”

“yea, can we jus- let’s just get out of here.” you get in beside her, whipping the seatbelt over your torso.

the car was stuffy, felt like a choke around your neck that only seemed to tighten more and more.

“if we go now, there’s no coming back.” she glances at you, hand curled over the gearstick ready to position it in place.

she was giving you an out, one last chance. karli was a lot of things and having a heart inside that cold, bitchy exterior was one.

“i know.”

you sunk deeper into your seat, the hoodie had a faint smell of burnt toast and that cologne which was on sale, almost half off if you cut out the taxes.

it smelled like him, too much like him.

until it didn’t after a few days. but you still slept with it, just outright refusing to wash it despite karli’s snarky remarks about hygiene.

hygiene could go fuck herself, for all you know.

compared to the motels and basements you guys shifted around in, that hoodie was a doctor’s scrubs.

when the moon hung low on the black sky, you tried not to think about him too much. the silence didn’t help, you needed something to drown out your thoughts. that’s when the ‘socialising’ with the other flag smashers started. they were nice.

nice cause you were the leader’s little sister. but also a huge fucking liability because of a certain supersoldier hot on their heels in search of you, ruining every goddamn plan so their niceness was.. limited.

karli was a natural when it came to it, all of it. the talking, rallying of supporters - fuck, she just had a way with words. she could make you believe she hung up the stars in the sky.

probably how she convinced you that holding a room chock full of council members hostage right smack in the middle of nyc was a good idea.

the only idea, more precisely.

you guys had the upper hand, more than a handful supersoldiers at your disposal, capable of taking down the entire military force if you so pleased.

the only playing card they had was one supersoldier, who was better off distracted, kept off the field.

so who better to send to do the deed than the love of his life.

“fred had a baby. multiple babies, spawn of the devil if you ask me. always running around, thrashing the place up.” he takes small steps towards you, slow and calculated, as if a lion stalking around a prey.

“you shouldn’t be here.” you lie through your teeth, a tiny white compared to the ones that’ve rolled off your tongue before.

“i think the neighbours call me a cat lady now,” his eyes shift around and he leans in to whisper, “they haven’t even seen my knitting skills yet.”

“stop.” you think you said it or much rather whispered it, your voice was failing you. he’s getting close, too close for your liking so why aren’t you backing away from him?

“fred misses you, you know. she wonders where you went.” he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

the hairs on your neck shoot up, a slight twitch of your brow. the way bucky’s ear perk up, you realise it’s not just you and him here anymore.

someone else has arrived.

“i’ve got it handled, john.” bucky turns around, plants him directly infront of you, blocking john’s view of you.

sure enough, it’s john limping in, a nasty gash across his chest.

your blood runs cold because this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

john isn’t supposed to be here, he’s supposed to be fighting.. oh god. you notice the various splatters of blood on his cowl, on his boot, on his shield.

it’s too much blood from a guy who’s barely bleeding.

“really? i was thinking you should do more than just talk.” he spits on the ground and wipes his mouth.

you notice, the spit’s all blood too.

“i’m giving you a chance to walk away, right now.”

john snorts, leaning sideways to get a view of you, neck craned out.

“and leave this prize all to yourself?” he grins, “i’d be an idiot.”

“you have a death wish then.” you lift your chin a little higher, praying your quickening heartbeat doesn’t give away your calm exterior.

john whistles, grimacing as he straightens, “so, she does talk.”

you scowl, crossing your arms.

he’s in bad shape. he has no chance, not that he ever did even in his best shape. he knows that too yet he’s still here. that sends a chill up your spine.

“go, i got this.” bucky tips his head, glancing at you.

“i don’t need you to save me.” you hiss at him, which comes out a little harsher than you intended. an apology dies in your throat as he flinches just the slightest.

“trouble in paradise?” john’s barely finished saying it before he’s reached behind his back and swinging the vibranium

you hear it before you see it stopped mid air by a gloved hand. then you charge.

it’s all a hazy mix of blue and red until your fist connects with his jaw, sound of something breaking ringing in your ear.

something pulls your waist back, a grip far too strong to be just flesh.

“go, i’ll ta-..” bucky’s barely said anything before an upward cut from john connects to his neck, violent coughs ensuing.

you grip john’s arm before he’s even retracted it back, jump up his back, settling around his neck and twist until you hear a crack and a bloodcurling scream following suit.

he whips his head back right into your stomach, seizes that moment when the wind knocks out of you to pull you by your hair off him.

“i told you to go.” bucky growls, kicking john right in the shin that makes him kneel and you almost fall off but you keep your fingers tightly looped around john’s hair, pulling as hard you can.

but he’s relentless.

your head hits something hard and you realise you’re on the ground now, legs loosely around john’s shoulders, him also on the ground.

it’s like the both of you realise at the same time but you’re quicker. your legs tighten around his neck, against the spot where a thick neck muscle throbs. he claws desperately around, straining for oxygen

soon, his hands lull down, the dull thud on the ground confirming his unconsciousness.

“are you hurt?” bucky’s hovering over you, seemingly unfazed by john’s neck in a chokehold by your legs right now.

you reject his hand he extends and push yourself off the gravelly concrete on to your feet.

“this was a mistake.” you trail off, saying it more to your own self.

you weren’t the lion, you were the stupid fox who thought it was.

stupid enough to believe you were over bucky and that everything wouldn’t come rushing back as soon as you laid eyes on him.

he whips you around by your hand and before you know it, he’s already caught your other fist heading for his sternum. you barely feel the grip, it’s soft, just so incredibly soft and fits so right.

you hate it.

rage bubbles inside you, mostly at yourself. partly at him because he’s not screaming at you or slamming you against the wall or jus- anything.

you wrench your hand away, land a swing which he does nothing to block. his grip on your other hand loosens and he still does nothing when another hit to the jaw leaves him staggering,

instead, he looks at you softly as if resigning himself to your anger, to let it simmer off.

“fight back!” you scream, outstretched palms pushing him back.

he stumbles a few steps back, hands reaching out to yours resting on his chest, fingers intertwining yours tightly.

“stop.” it’s a soft plead, tears spiking the corners of his eyes.

“hit me!” you’re practically begging at this point, thrashing your arms around.

his hands grapple at your shoulders, bringing you to his chest, “it’s okay.”

he smells so sweet, just so sweet that you almost believe him.

“i drugged you and i left you and i-,” you inhale sharply, “i killed so many people, bucky.”

the last fourteen months had escalated quickly from doing what’s right to doing what’s needed, lines blurred between moral ethics and survival.

“it’s okay.” he repeats, hand patting your hair, gentle and soothing. your body betrays you, sinking into his touch, his warmth.

“you should hate me.” you whimper.

you wouldn’t blame him if he did. you doubt he could hate you more than you already did yourself.

he pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “i couldn’t if i tried.”

god, why does he have to be so.. bucky?

frustated, you spit out, “this? this was a distraction to separate you and sam.”

you don’t say it but it’s understood, understood that you wouldn’t have met him if not for it.

the inner corners of his brows angle up slightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “i know.”

your breath hitches, if he knows then wh-

“then, why..?”

you finally look up at him, vision blurry because of the stupid tears pooling at your eyes.

his thumb wipes away a tear dribbling down your cheek, the coldness of the metal a clear contrast to the warm moisture, “you know why.”

a/n : this one’s been sitting pretty, collecting cobwebs in my drafts so thought i’d take it out lol, also haven’t been posting fics in a whileeee cause im dumb and i’ve been working on multiple things all at once lol yea this is me rambling and also i just wanna say that i. love. folklore. sm. that whole album has me crying and sad and just :((

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fic #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #fatws bucky #fatws #flag smashers #marvel #mcu

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pretend-writer · 4 years

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Better Than Revenge (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend broke up with her unexpectedly and the Hargreeves goes and finds out the truth.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Better Than Revenge x Taylor Swift

Word Count: 2.1k words

Warning: swearing, violence

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It was all so sudden, I thought that me and him were alright. We've just got back from a trip couple of days ago, taking cute couple pictures and posting it on social media.

Every night, he told me that he loved me and he would never let me go. It took us hours to even hop out of the hotel bed because he would want to cuddle with me all morning. All the love he shared that I thought was genuine didn't mean anything to him.

Was a blind? Was I too naive? Should I have known me and him were in a fake relationship this whole time? Did I waste a year and a half of my life thinking that he loved me? I didn't know what was real anymore.

The only truth that came out of this was that my boyfriend and I were over with. Everything else was a blur.

'Y/N?' Allison tapped me on my shoulder. 'Are you coming inside?'

I've been in my head all day since I got the breakup text from my boyfriend, I totally forgot that I was outside sitting next to Ben's memorial statue.

As I continued to stare at the ground, I shook my head. 'No, thanks.'

'It's about to rain, you should come inside.' Allison still sat beside me even with the complicated weather outside, concerned as she knew something was wrong with her sister. 'What's wrong?'

'You know the best days of my life was supposed to be this trip with my boyfriend?' I slightly chuckled, feeling stupid about myself as I said those words at loud. 'Turns out I was wrong.'

'What did John do?'

I bit my lips and sighed; I couldn't even blame him really. 'It's all my fault. For believing that this was all true, for thinking that he was happy with the relationship. I'm so fucking stupid.'

'What did he say to you?'

'He said enough.'

Allison quickly stood up and left my side. 'I'll be inside, come join me soon okay?'

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Allison POV;

The things that Y/N said hit a nerve. I already knew something was not right with the relationship. There was always something off with John but I figured if Y/N trusted him, I should too.

I've should've trusted my guts.

It was one thing to hurt my sister's feelings but to make Y/N sad to a point where she sat in the rain made me very upset and angry.

Y/N was the cheeriest one out of the bunch, constantly making us smile when we're down. Her smile was how we all got through the day, especially during our childhood with our so-called father.

It always took a lot for her to get mad or upset about anything. This already proved that John had something to hide and I would do anything to find out what was going on with his life.

I didn't want to leave Y/N alone under the dark, gray clouds but she seemed as though she was not going anywhere at all. I gave a kiss on the top of head before I walked back into the building.

'What's wrong with her?' Diego peeked through the window, watching Y/N leaning next to Ben's statue.

'John broke up with her and I'm going to find out exactly why.' I flared my nose, infuriated about this situation between my sister and her ex-boyfriend.

Diego furrowed his eyebrows, confused about everything. 'W-wait, John and her broke up? Didn't they just come back from their cute little trip?'

'He's a fucking liar is what it is. I swe-'

'Allison, are you sure he's a prick?' Diego tried to be civil which I completely understood but something about my instincts told me otherwise. 'We have zero proof of why this man broke up with Y/N.'

'That's what I'm trying to find out. I just don't trust him. It doesn't make any sense at all.' I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath. 'You can watch Y/N while I go do some digging.'

Diego chuckled, 'Are you kidding me? I'm coming with you. Let's expose this man.'

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Diego POV;

Luther, Vanya and Five were left with Y/N at home to make sure she was comfortable and feeling better. We also had to be extra careful about Y/N finding out about us stalking her old boyfriend.

If Y/N even got a hint about me, Klaus and Allison's whereabouts, her emotions will get the best of her and she will not hesitate to use her ultrasonic scream to try to get to us.

Y/N was the most level headed out of all the Hargreeves but her number one pet peeve was people digging through private lives. Her finding out the truth especially in the fragile state she was in would ruin us.

And seeing her hatred towards paparazzi and the way she fought them off on her off days as Number Eight, I would never want to be Y/N's enemy.

Which was why Allison, Klaus and I, the mouthy triggering siblings had to leave the house. Klaus and I privately argued that Five should've been with us but with his smart mouth, we knew he was going to use his "genius brain" as an excuse to stay and distract Y/N.

Klaus didn't like that, given the fact that Y/N and him were tight like glue. But everyone knew that Klaus was the number one person that needed to leave the house.

'Why can't I stay with Y/N?' Klaus whined, 'You know I suck at these investigating type missions. I could be a great caregiver to our sweet sister. I would give her some warm tea-'

'We haven't even pulled over to John's house and you're already running your mouth. That's why.' I turned around toward Klaus who was laying down in the back of the car as Allison drove my car. 'You'd be the first one to tell Y/N our secret and we can't risk that, dude.'

Allison looked at our brother from the mirror, smiling. 'Don't worry Klaus, she will be fine. I promise.'

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Klaus POV;

The car suddenly stopped moving, Allison and Diego unbuckled their seatbelts. Ben, who was squished to the side where my legs rested rolled his eyes. 'You could've saved me some space for me to sit.'

'You're a ghost, why does it matter?' I replied back to him, I didn't think that he'd cramp up while I laid down in the back. 'Besides, my legs were on your lap so you should be fine.'

'Who are you talking to?' Diego asked me as he watched me get out of the car.

'Nobody.'

Ben yelled, just like he always does whenever I claim that I talk to myself. He had to realize we were here for Y/N, Ben can have his moment to shine some other time.

Diego, Ben and I followed Allison into John's house. Y/N used to bring Allison and I here often to hang out with John, we knew where he hid his spare key.

'Let's split up and look for some clues. It's got to be in here somewhere.' Allison mumbled, walking upstairs.

'Psst, Klaus!' Diego pointed behind him, 'You want to partner up? Maybe if we do it together it'll be faster.'

'Why are you whispering? The man isn't even here.' I chuckled at my brother, 'I think working together would take more time.'

Diego hissed, 'Fine! Be that way and go with your imaginary friend.'

'Why are you so upset? You really love me, don't you Diego?'

He pulled out his knife, looking at me intensely without saying any word. I knew Diego was sensitive but I didn't think that would trigger him to throw a knife at my face.

'I'm sorr-' before I was able to finish my apology, Diego struck his knife next to my head, hearing a loud groan from behind.

'Allison! I got him!' Diego shouted as he quickly got up and ran past me. I turned around and saw John lying on the ground, holding his shoulder in pain.

'What are you crazy fuckers doing here.' John winched.

Diego pulled the knife out of him, wiping the blood off with John's shirt before he put it back on his harness. 'Given the circumstances, I do not appreciate your tone dude.'

'See, I knew you Hargreeves were crazy. I don't know how I put up with you and your sister for nearly two years.'

'Now that's when you stop talking.' Diego stuck his finger into his knife wound, making John scream louder than he was before. 'I'm telling you, shut the fuck up before we do more harm.'

'Okay, okay!' John yelled, still grabbing onto his shoulder. All I could think about was how infected his shoulder was going to be after all this mess.

As I stared at John's wound, I went back to thinking about my poor sister. 'Why did you break up with Y/N?'

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Y/N’s POV;

'Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.' Luther and Vanya said in sync. They have been at it for about an hour now, I've never seen two human beings intrigued in this boring game before.

Five just stared at them with an angry face like always, all he has been doing was mumbling to himself and complaining about something I couldn't hear from here.

'What are you guys doing exactly?' I questioned my brothers and sister that has been in the living room with me for over an hour doing nothing.

At first it was odd that they were sitting with me, quiet and not saying a word but I didn't question anything. Now it was weird of them to be here as if they were keeping an eye on me.

'Just keeping you company.' Luther grinned, 'Do you need anything?'

'No, thanks.' I gave him a soft smile, asking an additional question. 'Did Allison say anything to you guys?'

I was in such an emotional state, I blurted the end of my relationship to Allison without thinking of anything. What happened between me and John was over, clearly over and if he wanted that I couldn't say no.

Knowing how overprotective Allison can get of me, I was worried what trouble she got herself into. I hoped she wasn't doing what I thought she might be doing.

'Nope, nothing.' Five, Luther and Vanya all said in the same tone.

'Y/N!' I heard Klaus screaming from the front door, rushing inside to come see me. 'He's a fucking dickhead!'

'Who?' I asked Klaus as he was trying to catch a breath, leaning into the couch to rest.

'Your fucking boyfriend, that's who.' Diego walked in right behind Klaus, anger flushed all over his face.

Allison rolled her eyes, hitting Diego's shoulder while standing next to him. 'You don't have to say it like that, geez.'

'What did you guys find at his house?' Luther asked.

'At his hou-' I looked at the three of them, confused. 'What did you guys do?'

'While Vanya, Luther and I were here distracting you Klaus, Allison and Diego went to John's house to find clues as to why he broke up with you.' Five summarized, with a big smirk on his face.

My eye shifted towards Allison, slowly shaking my head. 'You know how I feel about this.'

'Hear me out, okay? He-'

Diego cut Allison off, 'He had a ultrasound picture in his hand Y/N. John is a fucking asshole and I was so close to punchin-'

'He what?' Luther yelled, immediately standing up and towering over everybody. 'Where is he right now?'

'Laying down on his living room floor because Diego threw a knife through his shoulder.' Klaus added.

'Y/N, I'm so sorry okay? But I had to go see for myself and you being sad is the last thing I want to see.' Allison took a step closer to me. 'You we're blaming yourself about this breakup and I didn't want you to do that. That's why I went.'

There were no words left to say; I felt angry, sad, disappointed that my boyfriend of almost two years had a different girl the whole time. John was even about to have a family with some other woman.

I clenched my first as I thought about John, the more flashbacks I had of our "happy times" the angrier I got.

My siblings started to notice the change of my expressions. Klaus' eyes widened, 'Are you okay Y/N?'

'Come on guys, let's go get him.' I took my jacket from the couch, quickly putting them on as I walked towards the front door. All my siblings started to cheer as they walked next to me, Diego and Klaus hugging me from each side.

'Let's get this son of a bitch!' Diego screamed with his fist in the air.

#hargreeves x sibling!reader #n.8 x reader #number eight!reader #n8!reader #tua fics #tua oneshot #the umbrella academy oneshot #the umbrella academy fic #diego hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x sister!reader

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chvrliesapcet · 3 years

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ever since olivia rodrigo released her debut album, SOUR, i have been listening to it on repeat (totally not kidding). so, after seeing a girl on tiktok do something like this, but with the avengers, i was inspired to make this post. there you go:

the poets as olivia rodrigo’s songs.

trigger warning: mention of su*c*de and mental health issues.

brutal: all of them. they’re teenagers, insecure sometimes, trying their best, but sadly not living the teenage dream (what is it, that fucking teenage dream, anyway?). “if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth, " i’m gonna cry” and they can’t quit what they’re doing, because their parents would most likely be hurt. “and they'd all be so disappointed 'cause who am if, if not exploited?” they once recited the lyrics of this song as a poem, during one of their meetings, and they were all laughing their asses off. life at hell-ton is brutal, what can i say?

traitor: knox, of course. “god i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you” or “guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor” just hit different for him. he thinks about chris when he listens to this song, that’s for sure..! we can’t really blame chris for knox falling in love with her though,, sorry buddy.

drivers license: knox, again. poor boy listens to this song while riding his bike, crying his eyes out. “but today i drove through the suburbs, crying 'cause you weren't around” chris isn’t with that blonde girl, she is that blonde girl. knox has never felt this way for no one, and it’s hard for him to imagine that chris is, well, doing okay without him. he thinks and talks about her all the time. “and all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you, but i kinda feel sorry for them 'cause they'll never know you the way that i do”

1 step forward, 3 steps back: todd. like many people (including me!) when he listens to this song, he doesn’t necessarily think of a past relationship (mostly because he has never dated anyone before neil). he thinks of his mental health struggles, such as his anxiety, instead. it’s hard, sometimes. he thinks he’s getting better, but then realizes he isn’t.. “got me fucked up in the head, boy. never doubted myself so much. like am i pretty, am i fun boy? i hate that i gave you power over that kinda stuff” need i say more? this song is as soft, but as sad, as he is.

deja vu: keating. this is.. kind of a joke, but only because i didn’t know who to pair this song with. john was an original member of the dead poets society, and knowing that now, other teenage boys are taking turns reading poetry, in the old indian cave, reminds him of his teenage years. “so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused. that was our place, i found it first” olivia’s music isn’t the type of music he normally listens to, but after hearing students (the poets) talk about her album, during his class, he decided he’d give it a try. he likes it. he loves the lyrics, mostly.

good 4 u: CHARLIE. he loves screaming the lyrics to this song. especially the bridge and the last chorus. “LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” cameron has to beg him to turn the volume down,, he doesn’t listen to him, obviously, and instead turns the volume up. his argument? ‘this song is meant to be played loud!’ to which cameron responds ‘but not that loud! i’m trying to study!’ he thinks looking at his roommate directly in the eye when singing “baby, what the fuck is up with that?” exactly the way olivia does is funny. cameron just rolls his eyes every time, but it’s hard for him to hide the smile taking place on his lips.

enough for you: pitts. although he and stev/phen are both super, super smart, i think meeks is the ‘genius’ of the group. and that, can, sometimes, make pitts feel like he might not be good enough for his boyfriend, whom he loves very much. “and i knew how you took your coffee, and your favorite songs by heart. i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart” whenever he doubts himself, meeks is the first to reassure him and tell him he’s more than enough, but still.. “'cause all i ever wanted was to be enough for you” he listens to this song with his earphones, always, so no one knows he listens to it on repeat.

happier: meeks. ever since charlie got expelled, he can’t stop listening to this song. these two were pretty close, (“he flatters me, that’s why i help him with latin”) and stev/phen doesn’t like thinking about his friend being in a new school, and spending time with other people. “so find someone great but don't find no one better. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier” he wishes charlie would still be with them, at welton, even if he hated it. “your friends aren't mine, you know, i know. you’ve moved on, found someone new” or “does she mean you forgot about me?” he’s being a bit overdramatic, considering charlie comes to see the poets at least once a week, and still attends the dps meetings.. but anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: cameron, because, yes, he’s smart and everything, but he’s still jealous of other people, and wishes he were different. he thinks he should be like the other guys. “all i see, is what i should be, happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy” he also thinks that, maybe then, people would like him more </3. he knows no one really hates him, but feels like no one really likes him, either. and in his opinion, it’s because he’s.. him. “I'm so sick of myself, i’d rather be, rather be, anyone, anyone else” just like mr. k, this type of music isn’t what he usually listens to, but he relates to this song so much, he can’t help but listen to it at least once a day.

favorite crime: neil. just like todd, he doesn’t associate this song with a relationship he had in the past. actually, he thinks of his father (and his mom, a bit, too) and all of the things his dad forces him to do, even if it upsets him. “those things i did, just so i could call you mine. the things you did, well, i hope i was your favorite crime” i know we don’t usually talk about the canon ending, but i have to. mr. perry didn’t want his son to pursue his dreams, and planned neil’s life for him, which made him feel so miserable, he sadly committed su*c*de.. but then, his dad wasn’t blamed for it, to preserve his reputation. “and i watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me, one heart broke, four hands bloody” todd knows this was neil’s favorite song. he listens to it once in a while, in their room, alone, and cries.

hope ur ok: all of them. do they know how proud i am they were created? after all they’ve been through, especially their family problems, i’m glad they found each other. “she was tired 'cause she was brought into a world where family was merely blood” and even when life throws bad things at them, they always stay strong, and support each other through everything. they’re very brave. “well, i hope you know how proud i am you were created, with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred” i love them, my beautiful poets <33

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Reactions to Superman and Lois S01E08

Lois seeing a therapist, damn, look at them going for the mental health angle again. Good for them. Also, Lois hurt someone!?! Oh God. panics

And they are talking to the kids about how they are??? About time. But then... they don't actually talk. 😫 And it's Jon WANTING TO HELP again. Baby, let them help you 😭

Isn't it weird that the RV is with the Kents? Like, shouldn't that be in evidence, protected by the government or military? 😅

Little AI bot: "Identify yourself" Lois: "Lois Lane" Bot: "Voice authentication completed. Good morning, Lois." Lois: "How do you know my name?"

Sweetie, YOU JUST TOLD THAT THING YOUR NAME 😂 "How do you know who I am" might have been a better question.

Sarah is getting some extracurricular activities, okay. Tying stage performance to her and Jordan's anxiety, nice. I can roll with this.

Okay, but why are the boys AND Clark stepping back from the football team? Like, what is their excuse? The Coach is just "okay, fair"?

"THE KRYPTONIANS ARE HERE" what?!?!?!

I'm sorry, but Tyler has such a soft boy look, even in the suit. How can you think he will turn on anyone? He's a puppy 😅

Fuck you, Sassy Clark, I love you so much 😂

"Learning that the man who's trying to kill your husband is your other husband from another world? It kind of feels like new ground to me."

Sooooo when is that talking about feelings with the boys thing coming? Because I'm still waiting.

I like how excited Kyle is about Sarah and her music career 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Kyle is regretting not doing.

Jon being sad about not meeting his sister, Nat, I am CREY 😭

The RV locked him in!!! IS THIS WHEN JON FINALLY SHOWS POWERS!?!? No, false alarm, Clark saves the day. 🙄

AND IT'S JON LOIS YELLS AT????? Poor kid just wants to help, and he gets shit? LET HIM FUCKING TELL HOW HE FEELS. LOIS WTF DON'T CALL HIM STUPID!!!??? Okay, Clark, sweetie, this is when you jump in, while the kid is there, and stop her from calling him stupid. Not after it's all been said and he runs away in tears. But at least he said he would talk to him. Which WE NEVER FUCKING SEE, GODDAMIT, WHY????

FUCK, and Kyle knows Lana didn't put his name down on purpose. Fuck, they were finally getting better as a couple.😫🥺

MISCARRIAGE?????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA. The name they picked for the baby is Natalie, right???? Fucking called it! Natalie gsgagahdhjaha

KRYPTONIAN DUDE in the army!!!

Okay, but Lois thinking they lost the baby because of her 😭😭😭🥺 Also, thank you, therapist, for saying it's so often genetic and not environmental, and that her doing regular stuff during is totally fine. It wasn't her fault.

I understand her but I really hope she has a proper heart to heart with Jon where she asks HIM about his feelings.

"The only person I have here" JONATHAN IS LONELY, give him friends!

Jordan helping out Sarah with the audition 🥺They are so cute playing music together and yet again, no one is talking to Jon because other things are more important

Okay but why didn't we see Clark talking to Jon?????? Fucking no one is comforting that kid on screen...????!

Clark going to the sector where weapons could literally kill him... yes 🥺 immediately gets blasted in the face with kryptonite aerosol

Another fight Superman doesn't win? YUP, saved by Irons, then by Lois. 🙈

Clark believes John Henry, YES. Hopefully John Henry will become Steel soon enough.

Kyle is failing as a dad. Again 😓 I hope that's rock bottom for him and he can start getting up from there because I'm getting tired of him fucking up over and over again with no improvement. Guess him chucking all the booze could be considered a start?

Jordan now has a new/old hobby, he's playing the piano. WHY DOES JON NOT HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

When the twins were 18 months old, that's when the miscarriage happened? They made it sound like it was so recent. Those feelings have been festering inside Lois for 13 years!?!?!?

WHY DOES JON FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY??? LET HIM BE MAD ffs, he's a 14-year-old teenager, saying "I had already lost a kid and I didn't wanna lose another" shouldn't make a teen go "yeah, that's rough, I'm sorry" like she didn't call him stupid or said he would have been the only one to blame had he died.

Jordan Elsass is nailing it, damn. And Bitsie is right there with him. 💜

This was a very emotional episode, dealing with a lot of heavy stuff but they did it really well 🥺

#superman and lois #cw s&l #cw s&l liveblog #i'm in this picture and i like it #tyler hoechlin #jordan elsass #bitsie tulloch #s01e08

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 4 years

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His Dark Materials S2 Ep 6 - Rambling/Thoughts

I really cannot believe that we’re at the penultimate episode already, oh my gosh. It’s gone by so fast??

Again, because I’ve reread TSK in the last couple of weeks, the book is fresh in my mind but I’ve probably still missed stuff

Also last week was so intense and seeing the “previously on” section made me remember just how intense that was, so it’s a hard job to top that!

ANGELS AHH RIGHT AWAY IM GEEKING OUT

“The last time they were seen was to make war” - IT’S HAPPENING ASDFGHJKL

Ruta going off to see Asriel and me just remembering what exactly went down between them while she was there with him... heh

So Will’s hand looks AWFUL oh my god poor Will 😭

Pan is REALLY into his Red PAN-da form oh my goodness

So the other kids out for revenge terrified the living SHIT out of me, dear god I don’t think it could be any creepier than dozens of them appearing out of the shadows like that, like it’s genuinely terrifying

Serafina just dropped right in to rescue them and I was both relieved and a little disappointed? Because in the book the whole chase sequence is so much longer and more important, like it takes up most of an entire chapter I think, and here it’s like two minutes?

Serafina: What does this edge cut? // Lyra: Everything (Will at the same time: Nothing.) - 😂

I missed Lee and Jopari tbh so yay to seeing them once more! And they’ve crossed into the next world!

Oh hi again Mary!

^ I wasn’t expecting to see Mary again this series because in TSK book, her last appearance is going through the window (which was last episode), so I’m a little curious as to whether we’re going to get a TINY little peek into The Amber Spyglass here (it’s been years since I reread it, I apologize). Because last series they did a bit of TSK (namely introducing Will + him crossing into Cittagazze), so it would be interesting!

“Good, something I can understand for a change” - LOL Same

Serafina wants to take Lyra back to her world?? Really??

Not gonna lie, the two girls spying on Mary was kind of low-key creepy

Lyra mentioning that she crossed worlds to find out about Dust and mentioning Roger 😭

Also I’m so emotional over just how much she wants Will to be safe, like she would really do anything to keep him safe and I love it

Lyra asking the Alethiometer where Will’s dad is and “he’s in this world” - ahhh it’s going to happen!

Also I really hope that the BBC/whoever decides to sell replica Alethiometers because the design is so beautiful?! I would fork out serious dough for one, and it would go nicely with the one I have from the film

No but seriously, words don’t describe just how badly I want a replica

“I wanted to fly so I summoned you here, now I’m flying” - LOL OKAY THEN JOHN

Ooh damn, that outfit Marisa is wearing is FINE. I’m slightly gayer than I was before, ngl

I was like “nooo Mary don’t be nice to these kids, they’re awful”

But it’s very sweet that she offers them food?? Like she pulls a chocolate bar out and is like “it’s no good for you, it’s full of sugar”... I love her

The way that Mary was so happy and excited when they mentioned Lyra, only to tell the girls off for trying to kill her - more of a mum than Mrs Coulter tbh

“Miss, can I have a hug?” - AWWW OMG WHY AM I SAD

They asked Mary to stay and look after them omg 😭😭😭

“Come with me, I’ll bring you to your adults” - ooh okay this could go any number of ways... Either she actually reunites them with their families and all’s well, or she takes them up there and their parents/adults are all dead (for lack of a better word)? Or the Spectres attack after Mary leaves them with the adults??

Jopari talking about meeting his dæmon and also a little bit about trying to get back to his family :(

“Can you magic us up a fire?” “One moment” *presents a box of matches” - LMFAO

Wait did Serafina seriously just imply that she thought Will might hurt Lyra?!?

Serafina saying that if protecting Lyra means protecting Will as well... Yes, protect Will please! Protect BOTH of these children, I literally BEG you, they’ve gone through far too much

Ooh okay so the witch ritual/spell was kind of cool to see!

Lyra saying “please tell me he’ll be alright” 😭♥️

The fact that Lyra curled up close to Will and then Pan (in ermine form) curled up CLOSER to Will is so cute, they both love Will so much

Pan: “We feel safe her... don’t we?” / OOF OKAY THIS IS F I N E

I already know what Lyra’s “other name” is because I read the book but the hints are anything BUT subtle tbh. “Mother of us all, cause of all sin, tempted by the serpent”... I’m not even that religious but I think it’s pretty obvious.

Also, if Mary is playing the part of the “serpent” within Lyra’s destiny, does that mean that Mary has tempted Lyra? Or that she will?

Boreal being nervous about being in the city and Marisa is just so unimpressed by him... Mood

That smirk she had when going up to that Spectre victim was so chilling, we have to stan Ruth Wilson and her incredible acting

Also, fun fact, Ruth Wilson went to my sixth form college and is from Surrey (like me), and she grew up in Shepperton, which is where my Nan used to live when she was alive (my uncle and aunt live there still), so that’s super exciting!

“We could learn from this” - PLEASE DO NOT MA’AM

God I hate the Magisterium so fucking much, the patriarchy is so strong with them

Oh great, now they’re gunning to kill Lyra :/

Also, off topic, I’ve only just connected that Will Keen, who plays Father MacPhail, is Dafne Keen’s dad?!?

“She’s lost a lot for one so young” - AND SHE’S STILL GOING TO LOSE PEOPLE, WHY IS THIS FAIR PHILIP PULLMAN 😭

“She must be protected” - AGAIN, they BOTH need protecting PLEASE

The Spectre noises reminded me of the noises of the Smoke Monster from LOST, so that’s definitely trippy for me

Thanks, I hate it

I nearly shouted “WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING” out loud in front of both my parents, I seriously thought she had a damn death wish

I have never been so damn tense in my entire life as I am watching this show - and I KNOW what happens

HOW DID SHE DO THAT WITH THE SPECTRES SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN

Lee’s so worried about Lyra - 11/10, Father of the Year

The Magisterium airships... NO. FUCK. WE’RE AT THAT POINT ALREADY AND IM NOT OKAY BECAUSE I KNOW HOW AND WHERE THIS ENDS AND I HATE IT

I deadass thought Marisa and Carlo were about to kiss when he ran up to her and I actually said out loud “NO please don’t”

Look I must just be so dirty minded but when she said “let’s celebrate”, my immediate reaction was “NO NO NO NO EW EW EW NO” and “I hope she just means having a drink and not doing the frickety-frack”

I was so close to tearing up as Will was talking about his mum, her illness, and the boys who were mean to her because of it. His love for his mum is so beautifully written and the way Amir Wilson is playing Will is so wonderful

I was also close to tears when he was talking about his dad and how he used to imagine about his dad, so maybe I’m just emotional anyway

“Could go to school... have friends” - okay yeah no I’m definitely crying 😭

“I couldn’t trust anyone.” “Until you met me.” “Yeah.” - EXCUSE ME ♥️😭 my HEART

I love one (1) soft boy, and one (1) feral girl and her dæmon

The relief I felt when I saw Marisa and Carlo were literally just having drinks 😅

“They consume what makes us human, so I just suppressed that and hid it” + *cut to the monkey looking kinda sad/uncomfortable* - Umm fUCK OKAY THEN

Why am I feeling sorry for the monkey?!?

“You think we’re equal?” - LMFAO RIGHT

EWW THEY KISSED. No, just... nO

When I saw his snake dæmon moving towards her monkey, I thought one of two things was about to happen: 1) the monkey was going to pet and paw and the snake as Marisa seduced Boreal, or 3) the monkey was going to strange the snake and kill Boreal

OKAY THIS TOOK A SHARP BUT NOT UNWELCOMED TURN

“You’ve NEVER been my equal.” “You’d only hold me back.” - OH MY GOD YES THE SHADE

She’s not wrong though let’s be honest here

So she poisoned him I’m assuming? She poisoned his drink because the monkey didn’t actually touch the snake... damn.

Her just sitting there and continuing to drink with his dead body there is... damn.

“Into that valley” NO NO, please no

Jopari really just summoned a whole damn storm huh

Also the fact he fully trusts in Lee’s abilities to land them safely :3

Lee: “Can we trust him?” // Hester: “Do we have another choice?!!” - LMFAO I love them so much

THE WAY I NEARLY SCREAMED WHEN THAT WITCH GOT ATTACKED BY A SPECTRE OMFG AT LEAST WILL WAS THERE TO SAVE HER

Okay but did Marisa REALLY sit there for HOURS with Boreal’s corpse sitting opposite her?!?

Her burning her hand on the flame in front of the monkey, and the monkey clearly whimpering and in pain was so agonizing to watch, I can’t take this show

Also, you have to wonder just how many times she’s harmed herself (and him) for her to keep doing it with next to no problems (like separating from each other all the time)

I was so excited to see the birds attacking the zeppelins, like it was one of my favourite details in the book, and I worried that they wouldn’t have the budget for it but yay!

I do kind of wish that we’d had Sayan Kötor as the “eagle Queen” leading them though - she probably was but I wish we’d actually seen it or heard Jopari say it or whatever

THEY SHOT THE GAS CANNISTER OH SHIT THEY’RE GOING DOWN HARD AND FAST IN THAT BALLOON

HOLD ON BBC YOU CANNOT END THIS THERE?!? EXCUSE ME?!

The last episode is next week and on an hour earlier, so that’s exciting! I have no idea what I’ll do once this series ends, or when we’ll even get the third and final series because of COVID and filming delays, but I’m excited for it nonetheless and hoping it’s next November/December or something!

#his dark materials #hdm #lyra belacqua #lyra silvertongue #marisa coulter #mrs coulter #will parry #serafina pekkala #ruth wilson #dafne keen #amir wilson #pantalaimon #john parry #lee scoresby #hester

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revswanson · 3 years

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red dead asks

questions to ask your rdr mutuals n favorite blogs, or to answer and fill out n post on your own (i’m going to!)

1. who do you think is a misunderstood or underrated character in the red dead series- why?

uncle for sure, I made a post about this already... Also, Jack, Abi, and John- all three of the Marstons are incredibly misunderstood. As for underrated, I think people do not talk about Tilly much at all but I think she is great.

2. what is your favorite TOWN or SETTLEMENT, and why? think of not only how pretty the town may be but the available amenities ie saloon, doctor, general, table games..

I love Saint Denis, truly, in every way. Just wish I could traverse it a bit faster. I love the dichotomies between rich and poor: the two saloons, the slums vs the mansions on main street... Chefs kiss.

3. ^ and what is your favorite state or region? Mexico areas from RDR1/Undead count…

Lemoyne is the best state because it has the prettiest locations to me, but I love Roanoke Ridge region too as it reminds me of my home state which it was clearly inspired by (Missouri).

4. which Stranger mission is your favorite? is your favorite Stranger in your favorite Stranger mission? (for example, one might love Charles Chatenay but thoroughly enjoy the Dragic missions more)

Albert Mason is my favorite Stranger, but I also love Chatenay and Francis Sinclair, too. The best missions are the Dragic missions though as they are thought provoking and unique, unexpected, etc. Legendary fish mission is cool too but just because the guy is funny and the fish are fun to catch.

5. favorite quote from the series?

"If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging."

6. what is your favorite non-story activity? hunting, fishing, herb gathering, greeting and watching people, sightseeing, swimming/boating…?

Sightseeing, watching people, and fishing. 🥰

7. why do you love red dead and what would you say you have legitimately learned from the series and will use in your life?

It makes me think and makes me feel. It makes me want to create (virtual photography and writing) and it has made me some pretty cool friends. It has taught me lessons about what makes somebody good or bad and how quickly someone can be perceived as either.

8. favorite time of day in game? favorite weather?

Sunrise/sunset. Best weather is right after it rains.

9. who is the most evil? cornwall, ross/milton/pinkertons, dutch/bill (rdr1), colm/other gangs, or micah/his men? who do you hate the most? do you empathize with or understand any of them?

They're all evil. They all represent evil. Greed, corruption, arrogance, unneeded violence... I hate Ross the most because of what he did to the Marstons and I hate corrupt cops more than most things in this world, tbh. But I think Cornwall is the most evil as he has the most power (money = everything, always) and is willing to use it.

10. least favorite mission or companion activity, why?

I find the stagecoach robberies boring, or whatever, I just don't like them

11. which activities, historical callbacks, etc would you have liked to have seen in the game that aren’t?

Edgar Allan Poe/mystery crime stories... Gold panning as a playable activity. Decorating camp more/decorating Beechers Hope. Petting cats!

12. does your favorite character die? do you think that their death is important and necessary for the story, or does it take away from the character for you?

Many of my favorites die but my main favorite, Jack, does not die in canon. I find that the deaths in the series are all fundamental and while incredibly sad, make the story what it is.

13. favorite legendary animal?

probably the Badger, is cute

14. favorite outfit: including trapper outfits?

every trapper outfit that looks like a bounty hunter outfit, or any outfit I can make piratey

15. least favorite/most unused weapon?

I don't really use my repeaters much unless the game makes me or for some hunting

16. which rdr mystery still plagues your mind? do you think it will ever be solved? what do you believe?

Strange Man- nothing really to solve though, he's just strange...

17. how do you allow for immersion within your own playstyle, or do you? (ie not doing certain things you don’t think Arthur would do, adhering to a certain level of realistic play [no fast travel, etc])

I don't go to Saint Denis until the story has you do it, I love the feeling of Arthur seeing the city for the first time? I also am a huge honor snob and if I lose honor either through a purposeful action or an accident, I try so hard to get it back lol. I also don't like antagonizing camp members except for Micah or Strauss, occasionally Dutch.

18. if you are currently or want to create art (written, drawn, etc) about or inspired by rdr, please tell us about it.. share it!

I'm working on a couple of fics... idk. I also have many virtual photography projects planned/that I want to work on

19. which gang is the scariest? most evil? most fun to dispose of?

Skinners are terrifying, Murfees are screwed up... I enjoy disposing of O'Driscolls and ESPECIALLY Lemoyne Raiders and Laramies.

20. favorite filter to use in photomode?

Twin Pass probably

21. favorite campfire song?

Poor Lonesome Cowboy

22. does honor matter to you? favorite way to either get more or to lose honor?

YES... I'm a huge high honor snob.. I'll throw back a bunch of fish or stroll through town and greet everybody. Donate to camp in cents...

23. would you eat any of the food in rdr2 saloons? which item on which menu looks the best to you?

oh yes. The prairie chicken or whatever at Blackwater saloon? YUM

24. which gang member’s horse do you wish to have yourself?

TRELAWNY'S!!! Or Sean's, Charles', or Old Boy (John's before Epilogue)

25. favorite hat you can find, create (trapper) or steal (NOT purchase).. including trapper hat ornaments..?

Tricorn hat. I also like the hat ornaments, or miner's hat

26. how many playthroughs have you had of rdr2?

I'm on my third, I completed 100% on my second

27. ^ did you ever play rdr1? how does that experience change the rdr2 experience, if at all?

Yes, I played it once after completing 100% in RDR2 as a reward to myself lol. It was great and playing the second game before the first was a totally unique experience. Knowing what I knew about the story before changed it all.

28. best rdr fanfiction you’ve read?

This great Albert and Arthur one on ao3, if you want it send me a message!

29. who is your favorite rdr blogger?

I hate that I put this question because I don't want to answer ahahaha I really love @foundynnel because they post super cool picture sets

30. what is something random you’ve been wanting to say but haven’t? a theory maybe, a comment on your favorite/least favorite ship.. let’s hear it.. hehe

Dutch and anybody is not a good ship. Nobody deserves to deal with his ass. Hosea and him definitely had/have a thing but I still don't ship it- does that make sense? I don't want them together, Dutch hurts Hosea... :( But people who ship Dutch and Mary Beth 🤢

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Is this a joke?

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Plus Size Reader

Summary: JJ’s chases away a touron that flirts with you....

Taglist:

@drewswannabegirl @velyssaraptor @kaitieskidmore1 @jiaraendgame @teamnick @jeyramarie @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @baby-pogue @ma10427 @judayyyw @must-be-a-weasley-92 @iamaunicorn4704 @agirlwholovescoffee @justcallmesams @lasnaro @lonely-kermit @jellyfishbeansontoast @ifilwtmfc @gviosca @fernweh-fangirl @runway-to-my-aid @eb15 @tangledinsparkles @hurricane-abigail

Note: I’m so happy you guys are loving this series! I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!

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I grew up in the Outer Banks, my house between JJ’s and John B.’s....

We all grew up together, the three of us best friends since the third grade. My parents worked at the same hotel JJ did, both of them cooks in the restaurant. As soon as I reached of age I got a job as a waitress at Kie’s family restaurant The Wreck. Random days that I was off, JJ and I would help Pope deliver groceries.

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I was at the hotel my parents and JJ worked at, eating a salad since I wasn’t really all that hungry. My mother walked out to check on me, eyeing what I was eating.

“Ah y/n, nice to see you eating healthy. Maybe once you lose a few pounds, JJ will take interest in you.” she scoffed, walking back into the kitchen.

And there it was....

Ever since I can remember, I had always been different from other people here. By different I mean my body size, I was considered plus size to society. While everyone else was super skinny and fit on this island, here I was with my slow ass metabolism. I had tried everything to lose weight, the only option would be to go on a weight loss pill at this point which no way I’d be able to afford. I wished more than anything I could be accepted by my parents for the way I am....the only people that really accepted me was the Pogues. They have never treated me differently from anyone else. JJ came out a few minutes later, seeing my deep frown that had settled on my face.

“What’s wrong princess?” he asked, taking a seat beside me.

“Nothing I want to bother you with J...” I mumbled, picking at the lettuce on my plate.

“Come on, you know you can tell me anything.” he said, his hand coming to hold mine that was sitting on the table.

That was the problem though....

How can I tell this boy I had known my whole life the demons that were constantly nagging at the back of my brain? How could I tell him something he would not remotely understand? I couldn’t bear to see the look of pity in his eyes if I were to tell him. I stared at his hand holding mine, butterflies igniting in the pit of my stomach. I’ve always had feelings for JJ, ever since I can remember. Him and I had always been the closest out of everyone in our friend group. I pushed my feelings for him way in the back of my brain, I knew he’d never be able to look at me the way he does other girls.

“You’re a thousand miles away from me.” JJ chuckled, his thumb rubbing my hand.

“Sorry,um anyways, are we still having a movie night at John B.’s?” I asked, changing the subject in hopes it distracted him.

“I see what you did there princess, but yes we are. Now, tell me what’s wrong and why you’re so sad. I don’t like seeing you sad.” he insisted, his eyes searching mine.

“It’s really nothing JJ, just my parents nagging me.” I mumbled, taking my hand away from his to lean back away from him.

“I’ll let you get away with that for now since I have to get back to work, but I won’t let it slide again. I’ll see you at JB’s.” he sighed, getting up from the chair. He walked past me and stopped midstep, I looked up at him confused. He leaned and kissed my forehead, smiling at me before heading back.

What the fuck was that?????

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It was rush hour at The Wreck, tourons and locals were flooding the inside and outside dinning tables. Kie and I were running around like crazy, trying to tend to tables and the bar. The guys came in, taking up the rest of the seats at the bar. JJ smiled wide at me, John B. waved, and Pope nodded his greeting. Kie rolled her eyes but smiled after. I knew she had a big crush on Pope, I had been giving her a hard time about it for weeks since she’s told me. But, she got me back because she had sniffed out my feelings for JJ.

“What movies did you guys pick?” I asked while getting them some drinks.

“Sarah is letting me borrow her Conjuring series. That ok?” John B. asked.

“Yeah I’m cool with scary.” I laughed, setting JJ’s drink in front of him.

“I’ll protect you from the scary parts princess.” JJ winked, I in turn flushed 80 shades of red.

“Pretty sure it’ll be y/n protecting YOU from the scary parts JJ.” Kie said, all of us laughing while JJ pouted. I patted his hand, winking back at him.

“When will you all be able to leave?” Pope asked, eyeing Kie.

“Hopefully as soon as this rush is over...” Kie sighed, looking at me before back to the guys.

There was one more chair at the bar, and a really cute guy sat down in it. It just so happened to be next to JJ, the touron eyed me up and down. JJ saw and his jaw clenched.

“Hey cutie, could I get a menu please?” the boy asked.

I handed him a menu, his fingers purposefully brushed against mine when I pulled away. I took his drink order and could feel JJ’s eyes burning holes through me. I wasn’t sure what his problem was, he flirted with girls all the time. What did it matter if some random touron that I would probably never see again was flirting with me? Kie was trying really hard to not laugh, I guess finding JJ’s glare amusing.

The touron left you a hefty tip, and his phone number. JJ was raging at this point, clanging his silverware on purpose, or sitting his glass down too hard.

“Sorry about my friends, they’re protective of me.” I laughed, shooting daggers at JJ.

“Oh it’s no problem, I would be too if I had a pretty girl like you as my friend. Although I’d hope to be more than just friends.” he said, smiling. My eyes went wide, the words resonating in my head. I had never had a guy be this nice to me, let alone go out of the way to flirt with me.

“I think she gets it pal, you paid now run along.” JJ griped, his muscles bulging slightly when he threw his thumb over his shoulder.

“JJ!” Kie and I yelled.

The poor guy scurried out of The Wreck. I looked back at JJ with a look I’m sure would have buried him 6 feet under. The fucker smiled at me, acting like what he did was fine.

“What the fuck was that?!” I demanded. John B. and Pope’s eyes went wide as saucers. They had never seen me this angry before, especially at JJ.

“Oh shit,” John B. whispered.

“You’re in trouble,” Pope murmured.

“He smelled funny, and he was weird. Who says they want to be more than friends to someone they just met?” he scoffed.

“You’re an asshole JJ.” I growled, throwing my towel down before stalking to the back of the restaurant. I could hear the other Pogues yelling at him, but I was too mad to care at the moment.

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I didn’t speak to anyone the rest of my shift, purposefully waiting on other tables to avoid going to the bar. I was so confused by what JJ did, he had some nerve I know that much.....

Never in my life had a guy go out of their way to be nice to me. I had never been flirted with before like that, and it was a nice feelings. Knowing that I wasn’t being judged for my size, or even if the guy didn’t mind my size, it felt good. I had never felt beautiful in anyone’s eyes....and JJ had to ruin it. I wasn’t sure I could forgive him, what he did was way out of line. He has slept and flirted with his fair share of girls, what’s it to him that ONE guy has given me his number and was nice to me.

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Kie and I were finally cleared to go home, all of us piling in John B.’s van. He had let me sit up front so I wouldn’t have to be in the back with JJ, siding with me that what he did was not ok. Kie and I had brought left overs from The Wreck with us for all of us to munch on as we watched the movies. JJ pouted the whole ride home, not speaking to anyone.

John B. pulled into the chateau, taking the bags of food from me to carry in the house since they were really heavy. I grabbed my stuff since we all planned on sleeping over, and headed inside. JJ stopped me, offering to help me carry my other bags.

“I’m really sorry ok.” he mumbled, looking at the ground.

“What you did was not ok JJ, you realize that we will probably never see that guy again right? It was harmless flirting.” I said, letting him take some of my stuff.

“I didn’t like it...” he whispered, his blue eyes coming to meet mine.

“JJ you sleep and flirt with tons of girls! Why was it so wrong for that guy to be flirting with me?! Do you know what it’s like to look like me and for the FIRST time someone took interest in me and didn’t judge me because of my size JJ?! No you don’t, none of you do. I struggle every single day knowing that people look at me differently because I am not society’s norm of a perfect woman. No one wants a fat girl JJ, and the one time a guy takes interest in me....you ruin it. Do you know how that makes me feel? No, because you can get any girl you want just by looking at them. People take one look at me and run because they think I don’t deserve love and affection.” I ranted, almost in tears at this point.

“There is nothing wrong with how you look, and I haven’t slept with anyone in months. You know why that is princess? I like you, a lot. I flirted with girls in front of you to make you jealous. You are beautiful y/n, and you’re my best friend in the entire world. You know me better than anyone else, just like I know you.” he said, his eyes swimming with sorrow.

“Is this a joke JJ?” I growled. That was the wrong thing to say because his face changed in a split second, his whole demeanor becoming angry.

“Why the fuck would you say that?!” he shouted, stepping closer to get right in my face.

“Because JJ! Guys that look like you don’t like girls that look like me. My mom’s very persistent on it that I will never receive love with the way I look JJ. That’s what I was upset about earlier and didn’t want to tell you. You don’t have to say that just because you feel sorry for me.” I yelled back, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Well that’s really fucked up your mom says shit like that because I think you’re amazing. I like you for you! You have a killer bod princess, I like everything about you. Especially your ass, damn I have dreams about your ass all the time.” he sighed, holding a hand over his heart.

“Shut up,” I growled, playfully shoving him. He smiled, catching my wrists to pull me closer to him.

“Do you like me?” he asked, smirking.

“I mean, you are my best friend. So I obviously like you.” I smiled, purposefully teasing him.

“You know that’s not the like I was talking about.” he mumbled, rolling his eyes at me.

“What like are you talking about then JJ because there’s only one I know of.” I giggled.

“This one,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing me.

I gasped, not expecting him to do that. I shut my eyes tight, gripping his shoulders. His hands went around my waist, resting about my love handles. I felt a little uncomfortable with it, but once he started rubbing his fingers I forgot all about it. He licked my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth slightly to allow him in. He moved his hands to my face, pulling me closer to him. I had never felt so overwhelmed with pure joy until this moment. The boy that I have liked for so long, admitting his feelings for me, and finishing it off with a kiss. I pulled away, gazing into his blue eyes.

“Are you real? Is this a dream?” I asked softly.

“I’m real baby,” he chuckled, kissing my lips one more time before tugging my hand to go inside. I was still dazed so I just let him pull me along.

“What took you guys so long?” John B. asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We were making out,” JJ shrugged, the Pogues staring at us in confusion.

“JJ!” I yelled, slapping his arm.

“What?! We were.” he said, rubbing his arm where I hit him.

“I knew it!” John B, yelled, pointing at Pope.

“You guys owe me twenty bucks,” Kie smirked.

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I had never seen The Conjuring movies before, but I was a big fan of scary movies. We had all the food passed around, each of us with a beer in hand. JJ was cuddled up to me, his tough guy act gone as soon as the opening credits rolled. I giggled when he would scream at some of the jump scares, his face hiding in my chest. I rubbed his back with one hand while the other sifted through his wavy blonde locks.

“What happened to my knight and shining armor?” I asked jokingly.

“This is based on a true story! This is real shit that happened it’s scary!” he yelled, clutching on to me tighter.

“Pussy,” Pope mumbled, John B. laughing beside him.

“It’s ok J, I’ll protect you.” I smiled when he raised his head up.

“Thank you baby, you’re the best.” he grinned, giving me a soft kiss before turning his attention back to the screen.

I had to admit, there were some pretty jumpy scenes. When the hands clapped behind the mom’s head, JJ and I both jumped into each other’s arms. I squealed while JJ let out a shout then yelling at the TV.

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Once the movie ended, everyone headed for their sleeping bases for the night. Kie pulled the couch out, leaving room for me since we always share it. Pope took the recliner, already snoozing before the movie had ended, and John B. yelled his good night from his room. Just as I was about to lay down next to Kie, JJ stopped me. He pulled me into his room, closing the door behind us.

“I want you to stay with me, I’m scared.” he frowned.

“Ok JJ,” I giggled.

“Will you cuddle me?” he asked, shifting some of the pillows so both of us had some.

“You are such a baby.” I chuckled, laying down beside him. He laid his head on my chest, my fingers ran down his back gently.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked quietly, his arms squeezing me.

“Yes JJ,” I smiled, tipping my head to kiss his.

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Riding On

Ch 9- A Labour of Love

Summary: Fliss and Frank receive some news from Boston and Bean’s due date, arrives…and passes, with no sign of him making his bid for freedom just yet. Fliss is frustrated and poor Frank doesn’t know what to do for the best.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!).

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Bean is just not playing ball, is he? As always, I hope you enjoy and I love reading all your thoughts.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 8

Touch me, take me to that other place. Teach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case.

August 2019

The alarm had become a bit of a pointless feature in the Gallagher-Adler household, certainly over the last 2 weeks or so. As Fliss headed into the final throes of her pregnancy, her sleep patterns were all over the place. So it was no surprise to Frank that he felt her climbing out of bed at little past 5 am. Blinking sleepily he made a noise of protest because, after all, it was a Saturday, and she chuckled and leaned over to gently kiss his head.

“Stay here.” she instructed, “I’ll be fine.”

He wasn’t going to listen, he really wasn’t but his eyes dropped shut of their own accord. When they opened again it was almost 10 and he gave a start, because Fliss was due to leave in little over an hour. She was off for a Pre-Baby pamper session with Verity, Roberta and Sian, which included a manicure, pedicure, haircut, facial and fuck knows what else. To be honest, Frank had zoned out when she'd reeled off the list of treatments last night over dinner and just nodded in all the right places because he wasn't interested if all truth be told. As long as she enjoyed herself. With that in mind, he jumped up and after a quick shower he headed downstairs.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked as he wandered into the back of the house. Fliss, who was stood by the bay window seat, her eyes roving over the garden, didn’t answer.

“Lissy?” He spoke again and she jumped slightly and turned to face him as he chuckled and crossed the room to give her a kiss. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Where’s Mary?”

“She went up to the stables for a lesson with Joanne before it gets too hot.” She replied, taking the peck he offered with a tight smile. Her voice was flat, emotionless and her entire demeanour unnerved him a little as he prided himself on normally being able to read her very well but at that moment he really couldn’t get a lock on her at all.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I had a message from Boston Police…about John.”

Frank made an angry noise in his throat “What about him?”

She looked at him and Frank felt his mind whirring about what there was left that the ass hole could possibly put her through. He was inside, for a long time and he wouldn’t be getting parole this time round either but when she answered, he hadn’t been expecting her to drop the news she did.

“He’s dead.” Fliss said flatly as she looked at Frank. His face contorted into a frown as he looked at her.

“Dead?”

She nodded “Apparently got in a fight with another prisoner and it got a bit nasty. He was stabbed and…” she swallowed “Bled out. Nothing they could do.” Frank watched her carefully as she was clearly pondering something. He wasn’t sure how she was going to be feeling here. She had been married to him after all but, well, Frank was struggling to feel anything other than a sickening sense of satisfaction. If anyone deserved to die it was that fucker.

“You ok?” he asked her as he stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah. I feel nothing.” she said simply, pulling back to look at him. “Absolutely nothing. I’m not happy he’s dead but I don’t care he is, either, and I’m certainly not upset about it.” She paused, biting her lip “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Bad?” Frank spluttered “Fuck, no honey, of course not” She let out a sigh as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she snuggled her face into his chest. “If you think feeling nothing makes you bad then me feeling what I do means I’m going straight to hell.” Frank moved and tilted her face to look at him with his finger a thumb gently holding her chin “He was a nasty, vile bastard Lissy, and he put you through so much, not to mention nearly fucking killing you less than a year ago. If anything you have a right to be throwing a damned party now.”

“Not sure you’d find many places with Congratulations Your Piece Of Shit, Wife-Beating Ex-Husband Is Dead banners or balloons.” she quipped.

“The internet is dark and full of terrors.” Frank smiled back and Fliss snorted at the Game of Thrones reference “Never underestimate it.”

She stayed silent for a moment before she pulled back and looked up at him. “You know what else I will never underestimate?” she asked, and Frank was pleased to note that familiar shine had returned to her face and eyes and he arched an eyebrow. “The power of a back massage.”

Frank smiled “Good job you’re heading off for one then isn’t it.”

“Hmmmm…” she teased, her hands tracing his chest through his t-shirt. “Thing is, unlike your back rubs this one won’t have a happy ending.” “It better fucking not do.” He shot back and she grinned.

“I should go get ready.”

“Ok, you want any breakfast before you go?” he asked and she smiled

“We ate, but there’s some pancakes in the oven for you, you just need to warm them up.”

He smiled “You’re too good to me.” “I know” she shrugged, standing on her toes to give him a kiss. With a chuckle he watched her leave, Thor trotting behind her before he let out a deep breath.

“Does that make me bad?”

The fact that she was even asking that, after everything, was enough of an answer in itself. Bad? There was nothing further from the truth and he hated that she had even entertained the idea. But, as Frank realised when he poured himself a coffee, now the bastard was dead, there was nothing else he could do to her. That particular shadow was now well gone.

And Frank didn’t give a shit whether being happy or, dare he say it, amused at the fact the fucker had died in prison, made him a bad person or not.

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An hour later Fliss was collected by Bill, the poor bloke was on drop off and pick up duty and Frank didn’t envy him dealing with all 4 of women. Out of courtesy, Frank had offered to run one way but Bill had waved his offer off, pointing out that he had to collect his mother later that afternoon from the aiport.

He walked out to the car with them, taking a side glance at his girl who was dressed in a pale pink and blue maxi dress, which was quite low cut and made her pregnancy boobs look fucking amazing. He smiled as he opened the door for her, Fliss sinking into the front seat- being basically 40 weeks pregnant and ready to pop awarded her certain perks such as her mother surrendering her usual position in the passenger side.

“Have a nice time.” He said, leaning over to give her a peck.

“We will.” She smiled “I left Mary some Mac and Cheese for lunch, she was asking before so I pulled it out of the freezer.”

Frank smiled “I’ll fight her for it.” “No need.” She grinned “I got you some out too.” “You spoil me”

Smiling, she reached up and cupped his cheek before he straightened up and shut the door. Once he was sure it was closed he jerked his head to Bill who was bent giving Thor a pat and signalled for the man to walk with him a little, taking a few steps away.

“Everything ok?” Bill asked.

“Yeah, well, sort of. She’s probably gonna tell you herself but just in case she doesn’t, she had a call this morning. John’s dead.” Bill blinked, before he gave a snort “Good.” “Yeah, that was kind of my reaction too.” Frank scratched at his neck. “Fliss, however, well she says she didn’t feel anything. Not happy, not sad, just complete indifference. Which, to be fair, is probably a good thing for her. I’m just a little worried she’s numb because it hasn’t sunk in yet.” Bill nodded “If she doesn’t mention it herself on the way I’ll tell V on the quiet when we get there.” “Thanks.” Frank smiled as the two of them headed back to the car. Frank grinned at Bill, as he could hear the chatter from the 4 women even through the closed doors and windows of the car.

“Good luck!” he said, nodding towards the vehicle.

Bill snorted before he frowned a little “How come you haven’t gone with Steve and the boys up to the Water Sports centre?” “Mary didn’t want to.” Frank said “I think she’s still a little, self-conscious, I suppose is the term, around the twins but she’ll come round. You know what she’s like” “Well, when they move over in January she’ll have plenty of time to get to know them properly” Bill shrugged “Right, best get this rabble to the hotel. See you later son.” Frank smiled, nodding at him. As the Range Rover pulled off up the drive he tossed a hand at the tailgate before he looked down at Thor.

“Come on boy, let’s go find Mary.” It didn’t take them long to locate her. Having finished her lesson she’d been busy grooming Monty and then helping Joanne with a few chores, or bugging the shit out of her Frank suspected but Joanne was always so patient with her. The young woman was god-send, having really stepped up over the last 2 months especially. Frank knew why Fliss liked her so much.

He practically dragged Mary home, but it really was getting ridiculously warm and he wanted her to have a few hours inside to keep cool a little. In the end, as always, they haggled reaching a compromise that she could have a little while in the pool provided she sat in the shade quietly to eat lunch. As always he was roped into the pool with her, such a hard life he led, and after 30 minutes of teaching her how to dive they both climbed out and ate before changing and heading to the airport to collect Evelyn who was coming to stay for a while.

He greeted her with the usual nod and smile as Mary gave her a hug, before he took her bag from her and they headed back to his truck, Mary gibbering on about anything and everything, his mother listening and replying when needed. The last time Mary had seen Evelyn she had gone to Boston for the weekend the previous month, something that had set Frank on edge after the last time, but as Fliss had reasoned with him, he knew that he couldn’t allow that to stop him from letting her go. This meant that Evelyn hadn’t seen their house since they had moved in back in June. Mary showed her round, Frank following, and when they got to Bean’s room he saw her stop and look round, smiling softly.

“You’ve done a good job, Frank.” She turned to look at him and he smiled back.

“You sound surprised, mother.” “Not at all.” She shook her head. “I expected nothing less.” “Makes a change.” He couldn’t help the sarcastic shot back and she narrowed her eyes.

“Are we not passed the sniping yet?” she said, tiredly.

Frank held his hands up, “Sorry.” After she’d seen the attic and Mary’s room, they headed back downstairs, Frank showing Evelyn to the Guest Apartment over the Garage which he had put the finishing touches to the week before. Fliss had stocked the fridge fully for her, meaning she had everything she could need for snacks and drinks, and whatever else she needed for a comfortable stay. He left her to unpack, telling her to come over to the main house when she was done, which she did a little over an hour later.

Frank poured her a glass of white wine, and they headed outside, taking a seat at the table as Mary was in and out of the pool freely as the sun wasn’t quite as high as it had been given that it was half four in the afternoon. Evelyn took the opportunity to ask Frank if they were ready for Bean to arrive and he smiled, shrugging.

“As ready as we can be.” He said, “We’ve had all the hospital tours and found the place Fliss prefers so…” “Where have you chosen?” Evelyn asked.

“Bayfront in St Pete’s” Frank said, pulling out his phone “They have a suite called the Baby Place.”

He flicked through his phone’s internet browser to the bookmarked page and handed it to Evelyn who put on her glasses to scan the information.

"The separate family lounge offers some of the amenities of home, such as a game table, bla bla bla and room enough to host celebrations and enjoy time with loved ones." Evelyn read from the website. "It looks like a hotel not a hospital" she mused as she handed the phone back to Frank. "Well, that's kinda the idea mother." He said, tossing his phone onto the table. "It’s actually a state-approved level 3 Regional Perinatal Intensive Care Centre." Mary appeared at the side of them, picking up her towel. "The program is one of only 12 in the state of Florida" Evelyn looked at her, cooking her head to one side as Frank gave a chuckle. "There is that too." He said as Evelyn turned to him. Mary, wrapped herself in the towel and hopped up onto his knee. "We originally discussed a birthing centre with the midwife but Fliss was too worried about what could go wrong or if she decided half way through she wanted an epidural..." he rubbed at Mary’s shoulders slightly, drying her off with the towel. “So when the midwife suggested this it seemed like a perfect compromise. She gets a private recovery area and should make her feel more at ease. She doesn't have fond memories of hospitals." He shrugged "Who does?" Evelyn looked at him, taking a sip of her wine. "Well Fliss has some particularly bad ones what with her back injury and operation, not to mention all the times he put her in one." Frank said, pausing for a second. That reminded him.

“Hey Stack, can you go grab me a can of soda?”

“Only if I can have one.” She bargained.

“Fine, but grab the no sugar. You’re already hyper enough as it is.”

Mary jumped down and headed through the door into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot Frank looked at his mother.

“John’s dead.” He said bluntly “Fliss had a call this morning. He was stabbed in prison.” Evelyn looked at him for a second, before she gave a snort “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” She said sarcastically “How has Fliss taken it?”

“Well she wasn’t leaping for joy but she’s not upset, says she feels nothing.” He shrugged, looking up as Mary came back. She handed him a can as she hopped back on his knee and opened the other one herself.

Evelyn studied Frank for a second as if she was considering something before she smiled "I take it the fact she's due to drop tomorrow is the reason you're on soft drinks and not beer." Frank smiled "Just playing it safe. I mean so are you right? That's why you're here for the next 2 weeks." Evelyn shrugged "is it a problem?" "No." Frank shook his head before he grinned cheekily "Why do you think I finished the apartment above the Garage?" "Bill says in England they would call it a Granny Flat" Mary said as Frank gave a snort. Evelyn chuckled a little. "I’m aware of the terminology, thank you, on account of being from England myself." She looked at Mary "You know, people build them on their property when they want their elderly relatives to move in with them so they can look after them." she turned to Frank, smirking "So I'm honoured, Francis..." "I didn't build it just for you." He rolled his eyes "it was half done when we moved in so it made sense to finish it." He picked up his can "It’s a place for anyone to stay, although I'd be lying if I said you weren't at the forefront of my mind when we did it" Evelyn looked at him, shocked, "me?" "Yeah..." he shrugged, grinning "Fliss told me that I wasn't allowed to let you stay in a hotel or at Bill and V's now we have room so this was the best way of actually keeping you out of the house..." "Oh piss off!" Evelyn looked at him, slapping his arm as he laughed. She shook her head and before she could shoot a sarcastic response back, the sound of an engine coming up the drive hit Frank’s ears and a soft smile crept across his face. His girl was home. Thor gave a loud bark and stood up, running to the gate, Frank following him. He opened it, striding out onto the path through the lawn which led round the side of their house to the front. He smiled as Fliss pushed herself out of her dad's range rover and he instantly spotted that her hair was a lighter colour than it had been that morning and was flowing round her face and shoulders in perfectly styled waves. It was evident she had enjoyed herself, as she looked relaxed for the first time in weeks. "Well I would ask if you had a nice time." He smiled, dropping a kiss to her cheek "but I can tell from the way you're grinning that you did." "Oh it was amazing." She smiled as his hands fell to her hips. “Just what I needed. I feel relaxed and absolutely ready to push a baby out of my vagina.” Frank gave a loud laugh as he shook his head. “Well, your hair looks great." "Aww thanks Frank." Roberta slapped his shoulder as she walked past him into the yard. He rolled his eyes as Fliss laughed, tugging on Frank’s hand as she led him to the trunk of Bill's car. Bill was stood with it open as Verity and Sian were looking in each of the bags before Verity pointed at one and handed it to Fliss, Frank immediately taking it from her. He peered inside.

"Because you don't have enough toiletries" he deadpanned. Fliss shrugged. "The lavender stuff they said would help me sleep, which in case you haven't noticed I've been struggling to do over the last 2 weeks." "Hard not to notice when you wake me up at 3:30 am to tell me" "I did that once because I felt sick. And besides, you did this to me..." she pointed to her now really rather large bump "...you should also be feeling the consequences" Bill snorted as he shut the trunk of his car and looked at Frank as he glanced at the older man, almost pleading for help "Sorry lad." Bill chuckled "You got her pregnant and wanna marry her, she's your problem now." "She is here..." Fliss glared at her father. "Oh, trust me Titch, we are all well aware you are." "Rude" Fliss looked at her parents as they headed into the garden. "Steve and the boys will be here in about 5." Sian looked at Fliss having just got off the phone to him. "Said to tell you he is picking up some real meat on the way over...whatever that means Frank?" Frank laughed "he means fillet steak. I got Sirloin. A man's cut. He's being a pussy" Sian looked at Fliss who simply shook her head. "Meat is a big issue for Francis." She said sombrely, patting his chest.

“I just know what I like.” He shrugged. They made their way through to the back in time to see Verity giving Evelyn a warm hug in greeting. It made Fliss smile softly, noticing how different it all was to the stiff handshakes shared when they met for the first time little over a year ago.

Frank dropped a kiss to her cheek and headed inside to put her bag away before he came back down just as Steve and the boys turned up. Then the usual thing that happened at BBQs went ahead, the men crowding round the grill, the women bustling in and out of the kitchen setting out the sides and accompaniments, the 3 kids bombing in and out of the pool.

“You should have come with us today Mary.” Steve said to the girl as she sauntered past in her bathing suit. She paused to look at him.

“What did you do?”

“We did Kayaking, skiing, the boys went bodyboarding but I sat that one out.” Steve said.

“I didn’t know if I would like it.” She shrugged, dropping her eyes slightly. Frank watched carefully as Steve crouched down.

“Me neither, but you know what? It was fun, and the best thing is, if there’s something you don’t wanna do, you can sit it out and watch.” Frank could see from her face she was mulling this over. She looked at Steve “Are you going again Uncle Steeby?”

“Next Friday.” He nodded.

“Ok, I wanna go next time.” She announced. “Mind your manners.” Frank instructed, gently, pointing the tongues he was holding at her.

“Please.” She added. Charlie and Joel both erupted into noise, demanding that their father allow it and Steve gave a chuckle.

“You’re welcome any time Stack, as long as Frank and Fliss say its ok.” He said, standing up. “Fine by me. In fact you can keep her if you want.” Frank shrugged and Mary rolled her eyes.

“You always say stuff like that, pretend you don’t want me here but we all know the truth. You do, that’s why you’re adopting me.”

“Smart ass.” Frank narrowed his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue out and ran off. Bill and Steve chuckled as Frank shook his head, snorting.

“Thanks Steve.” He looked at the man who waved his thanks away.

“You know, she’s getting more like Fliss was every day.” Bill said “you want to watch that, Frank. She was a sassy little swine as a kid.” “Mary was already a sass bag before she met Fliss.” Frank shrugged, turning over the steaks on the grill. “Lissy just encourages it.” “Have you had any luck with her biological father?” Steve asked and Frank shook his head.

“We’re not expecting to yet. We’ve only given him notification of our intent. I suspect when Greg actually starts the process officially we’ll hear something.”

“But you don’t expect him to object?”

Frank hesitated before he shrugged “I can’t see why he would. He’s never been interested in her, at all. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a slight worry but like Fliss keeps telling me, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” “No point worrying about something you can’t control.” Bill said wisely, before he drained his beer “Right, I need another drink. Anyone else want one?”

“Yeah, I’ll come with you” Steve said “Frank?”

“I’m good, thanks.” “You can have one or two, surely?” Steve looked at him.

“Leave him alone.” Bill said, shoving his son on the shoulder, “That’s your sister and my little girl he’s looking out for…” “Fuckin’ pussy…” Steve snorted playfully and Frank threw the burger flipper at him.

Bill and Steve walked away, playfully squabbling and a few seconds later Frank felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around him from behind, Fliss pressing her lips to the space between his shoulder blades.

“Hey gorgeous.” He said, moving so she could slide under his arm. He pressed a kiss to her head “You ok?”

“Yeah, fine.” She smiled, looking up at him. “You know I really do I love your hair." He said, taking in the lighter colour even more in the now closing light of day. Over the past two years, her vivid auburn had gradually tone down and was now a light brown, laced with copper and blonde.

“Thanks.” She said, a little shyly and Frank frowned.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, I love it…it’s just, well, actually it doesn’t matter.” “Lissy.” He looked at her sternly, and she sighed, her hands worrying one another so Frank put the cooking utensils down and took them in his. “Tell me what’s going on.” “John hated me changing it.” She shrugged “Which is why I went so bright red in the first place. Once I left him I just fancied doing something wild. I’ve always liked it a bit lighter. He insisted I kept it dark…”

“Well you can do what the fuck you want with it.” He assured her, “Unless you want to shave it all off. Then I might raise some objections.” “Sorry. She said gently and he frowned.

“What for?” “Raising him again” she shrugged “We’ve been together almost 2 years now and…” “Hey.” He said, “Don’t ever apologise. I’d rather you tell me when you’re feeling like this. You know that.”

“Of course I do, I just wonder sometimes if it’s ever gonna stop.”

“So what if it doesn’t?” Frank looked at her. She blinked and he shrugged “I’ve told you, you can always talk to me. Nothing you say is gonna make me mad.”

She smiled at him as he dropped his head, gently giving her a peck. “I know, I just get fed up sometimes. Stupid little memories and flashbacks.” “I know.” He smiled at her, kissing her head softly “But they don’t rule your life anymore, not like they used to. They’re just…”he hesitated “A minor annoyance, a bit like him really, insignificant.”

“He’s even more insignificant now.” She grinned “He’s fucking dead.”

At that Frank let out a snort “I take it you’re not longer feeling numb then.”

She shrugged “Mum said exactly the same as you before, that we should be throwing a party so…”

Frank chuckled again, pulling her into him even further as he turned back to the grill.

******

Despite it being her due date the following day there was no sign of Bean. And he didn’t make an appearance on the Monday either. On Tuesday they headed in for an assessment at the hospital, and after an examination the Midwife smiled at Fliss as she lay on the bed.

"Well, Miss Gallagher... he is in the right position." The midwife smiled. “Dropped and ready.” "He needs to hurry up." Fliss grumbled "He was due two days ago.” "Your due date is never exact. I wouldn't worry. His heartbeat is strong, he'll arrive when he is ready." "Already taking after his father." Fliss shot a side glance at Frank who raised an eyebrow. "Ok so if there's no sign of him by the morning of the 28th then just call" the woman said and Frank bit back a smirk at the look of utter disgust on Fliss' face "We'll check everything and do a sweep to get things moving." "Is there anything we can do?" Fliss practically whined "Spicy food? Pineapple? Speed bumps?" The Midwife laughed "I'm afraid they're only old wives tales. The only one with a shred of credibility is sex." Frank grinned and Fliss shot him a glare. "Semen contains prostaglandins" the midwife shot Fliss a wink "It can trigger the release of oxytocin which is a hormone that can help contractions." At that it was Fliss' turn to grin. "So all I need is your sperm and a turkey baster Sailor. Unlucky." Frank rolled his eyes and mentally cursed the midwife for her damned scientific explanation. "But in essence if your body isn’t ready to labour, nothing you do will necessarily get you going." She smiled "Sorry, you're just gonna have to ride it out." Despite the joking there was no activity in the bedroom that night other than a lot of tossing and turning as Fliss was really struggling to get comfortable enough to sleep. Frank hated seeing her so tired and fed up but when at 3:30 am he sleepily asked her if she needed anything she simply asked for a cuddle which he was more than happy to provide.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“What for?”

“I know I've been a pain these last 2 weeks.”

“You’re heavily pregnant and fed up.” He said, kissing her head

“I wouldn't be able to do this alone. I don't know how my mum did.” She said softly. Frank sighed and pulled her closer, remembering how upset she had been a week or so back when their conversation one evening with Mary had turned to Frank telling her how he had been with Diane when she was born. Hormones be damned, it had set Fliss off about how nice it was that Frank had been there and stood by Diane and how she wished her own mom had that, but instead Verity’s parents had kicked her out and left her alone and pregnant at the age of 19.

Frank knew Verity had been young when she had Fliss, although he had never expressly asked he had worked it out from the fact she was 9 years Bill's junior. He also knew there was a lot of bad blood on that side of the family and that Fliss had never met her maternal grandparents, even when they reached out to her later down the line. She had rather impolitely told them to fuck off, Verity doing the same. When asked by Mary why she hadn’t forgiven them as they were family, Fliss had shrugged and simply replied that family isn't and never would be about blood, but instead it was about those people who saw you at your absolute worst and wanted you just the same. "You've nothing to be sorry for.” Frank gently soothed her, “And you're not on your own. You never will be." "I know." She looked up at him, smiling as he gave her a soft kiss.

Things continued much the same for the rest of the week. Every so often Fliss would get a twinge, and the pair of them would get excited, thinking this was it, only for nothing to happen. On the Friday, almost a week post her due date, Frank called the midwife who arranged for them to come in the next morning. Evelyn, who was being particularly helpful, even if Frank was loath to admit it cooked for them all that night, but Fliss had struggled to eat her meal, declaring she felt a bit sick. After a profound apology to Evelyn she announced she was heading for a bath and then going to bed.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Frank asked and Fliss shook her head.

“It’s not even 7. I might be back down in an hour or so if I feel better.” “Ok, can you manage-“

“Frank!” she said, exasperatedly. “I’m fine.” “Well, you’re-“ he began and Evelyn laid her hand on his arm and shook her head gently. For the first time in, well, as long as he could remember, he obeyed an order from his mother and stopped. “Alright. Just shout me then if you need anything.”

She gave him a kiss on his cheek, her way of apology for snapping and headed off.

“You won’t need that appointment tomorrow.” Evelyn said after a pause and Frank turned to her.

“What makes you say that?” “Because I felt the same the day before I went into labour with you.” Evelyn said “Queasy, tired, just generally off.” “Well, I hope you’re right because she’s fed up.” Frank sighed “He’s fully cooked now, just being a stubborn little bastard.”

“What was it you once said to me about an apple and a tree analogy?” she looked at him, arching an eyebrow and Frank snorted.

“Yeah ok, you got me there” he conceded.

Fliss didn’t come back down after her bath. Frank popped in on her a few times and she was simply led in bed, trying to get comfortable, tearfully complaining that her back ache was particularly bad. Frank led besides her for half an hour or so, gently working at the lower part of her spine that was giving her the trouble before he realised she’d fallen asleep. He left her to it, heading back down to his mother and Mary, before a few hours later, just before 10, they all decided to go to bed as it had been a long day. Fliss didn’t wake up when he slid in besides her, nor when he dropped a kiss to her cheek. He watched her for a moment as she lay, facing him, before he too closed his eyes.

***** His baby was sat on his knee, grinning up at him. He smiled down at the boy, whose hands were wrapped tight around his index fingers. He glanced up, looking around for Fliss but there was no sign of her. Nor Mary for that matter. Hoisting Alex up onto his hip he headed out to the garden and gave a start as he saw both Fliss and Mary floating face down in the pool.

“No, no…” he began to mutter, before his muttering became frantic yells “No, this…not my girls…not…”

With a start, Frank sat bold upright in bed, breathing deeply. He glanced at the clock on the side which read 23:30, damned he hadn’t even been asleep an hour! What the fuck…

He wiped his clammy brow and lay back, feeling Fliss stir besides him.

“Frank?” she asked softly, “Are you ok?” “Bad dream.” He mumbled, turning onto his side and sliding his arm under her neck, pulling her back into his chest.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked.

He shook his head with the air of a small child, pressing his nose into her neck, breathing in her smell and comfort. As he nuzzled at her, he felt her sigh a little and push back further into him.

“Stop it.” She muttered.

“Stop what?” he asked.

“That, on my neck…”

“Why?” He teased, his nose being replaced by his lips as he gently trailed open mouthed kisses up to her ear.

“You know why…”

“You ready to try what the midwife suggested?” he grinned, his mouth nipping at her ear and she gave a laugh.

“I'm willing to try anything. Just make it quick, I’m not bothered about coming. I only need your sperm.” “Charming…” he snorted as she gave a soft chuckle. His hand that had been resting on her bump softly moved down a little as he shifted, snaking his leg in between hers, opening her up slightly. He hooked her leg up over his hip, his fingers softly trailing up her bare thigh, shifting her sleep shorts to one side as he slipped his hand gently into her folds. She bucked harshly.

“Easy baby.” he muttered.

“Can’t help it.” she let out a soft sigh “Sensitive…” With a smile, he used his other hand to tip her head round so he could catch her mouth with his own, kissing her gently, his tongue softly sliding against hers, swallowing the moans and groans she was eliciting as he worked her with his hand. Had she been a little more with it, she might have been slightly embarrassed at how pathetically short a period of time it was before he had her clamping down around his fingers, shuddering as her release washed over her, but she was too gone to care. She’d hardly even come down from her orgasm when Frank eased her shorts down, then his boxers and with a gently push forward slid into her, the pair of them letting out hushed sighs as he began to slowly slide in and out of her. There was no haste to his movements, no rush, nothing, it was gentle, sweet, loving as he kept her held close to him, his lips lavishing affection on her shoulders and neck. Before long he heard and felt he breathing falling into that tell-tale staccato panting and she let out a low, quiet but downright filthy noise from her throat and Frank’s lips curved into a grin against her neck.

“Come on beautiful…” he mumbled, the heat in his own belly was sending spikes of fire up and down his body as he fought to keep control for a little longer “Come on.” And she did, her head tipped back and with a stuttering whisper of his name he felt her tighten around him, her legs quivering as he himself came, his hips slowing to a stop as he gently bit down on her shoulder. The pair of them lay still for a while, his hand softly curving up and around her bump, over her hip, down her thigh and back again, gently repeating the motion.

“You ok?” he asked and she nodded, humming in contentment. He pulled out of her, righted their items of clothing as Fliss hardly moved. He kept her pressed close to him as he closed his eyes, drifting off again.

He was woken 3 hours later, just before 4 am by Fliss shaking his arm.

“Frank…”

He groaned but didn’t open his eyes.

“Frank…Bean…I think he’s on his way…”

He let out a grin and turned over “My sperms worked then…” he mumbled into the pillow.

Fliss looked at him, waiting for the moment her words registered in his sleep-addled brain, which happened roughly 10 or so seconds later when he suddenly sat straight up, turning to face her.

“Penny dropped?” she asked arching an eyebrow.

He blinked “He’s…” She nodded, “Yeah…” He blinked again before he swallowed, and with a grin stuttered out a single word.

“Shit!”

**** Chapter 10

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