#Miss Missy Photography

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Patriotic Pinup, Bella Nightmare, hot by Miss Missy Photography.

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My Jean Harlow inspired look. 💙🖤✨ Makeup by me. Photography and hair by @missmissyphotography. Pearls by @forever21. Dress by @armani.

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Missy Elliott in Versus Versace photographed by Mark Seliger for ELLE, June 2017.

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REMEMBER, REMEMBER, THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER.

Coming Soon(ish) in Dripping Wings & Heavy Things

Photography by danthedanimal | DA | P | R | S6

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Warning! Explicit Content Ahead!

Excerpt:

Cas opened the motel room door and walked in, grinning and laughing. Setting down the white grocery bag Missi Missouri had sent them away with—cheap Tupperware filled with meals enough to last another day—on the table in front of the window, he shed his coat. Dean came in a few steps behind him, dancing through the door, fresh from Broadway, his voice playing around with the final bars of a song that hadn’t finished before the radio in the car went dead with the killing of the engine.

“...I would walk five hundred miles, an’ I would walk five hundred more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at yooour doooor...” The accent was awful, the pitch slightly off, but the feeling and meaning every word was all there. Dean had quickly figured out that Castiel couldn’t keep a straight face being on the receiving end of him at his most impishly charming; being serenaded was doing the trick friggin’ beautifully. Cas stood there, back toward him, one hand on his hip, shaking his head and trying to restrain his laughter as he cradled his face in hand. Dean dropped his arms to his sides, letting them swing, grinning and laughing at his own foolery as much as Castiel’s reaction. He closed and locked the door behind him.

Less than a step inside the room, Cas turned on his heel and closed on him, looking ready to swallow him whole. It occurred to Dean he’d probably looked at a few apple pies almost the same way. He tossed the keys at the two-seater tabletop—and missed. Probably had something to do with the fact that Cas had already captured his lips, and he’d closed his eyes just as the keychain took flight. His backside hit the wall first, hard enough to bounce his hips forward, making it immediately obvious there was something hot and hard waiting for him under the angel’s clothing. If he was reading this right, Cas seemed determined to have him—all of him—again today. His body—his cock, specifically—was sayin’, ‘fuckin’ Hell yeah’, his good sense on the other hand...

“Cas—” Shut down by a kiss. “Cas—” he breathed into the angel’s lips.

“Yes?” the seraph asked, lacking the breath to say it with any kind of force. Dean hesitated, so he kissed the man again, breathing him in at the same time; the smell of a backyard fire’s smoke, barbecue fried burgers, bread, butter and cornmeal, onion, cheese, condiments, jerk chicken, maple ice cream, good beer, orange zest, and whiskey. All this and every little thing that went into them colored the already delicious taste and scent of the eager human being in his grasp.

“Cas.” Dean opened his eyes, kissing the angel back when kissed, though not with the same heated intensity.

Castiel laid a kiss on him that was nothing if not an apology. “You’re unwilling?”

Dean looked down on him with disbelief. The friggin’ vocabulary on this guy... “Unwilling...? Heh. No. Haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I know. Your thoughts are very...” Cas cocked his head to one side while he paused, considering his word choice. “loud.” Dean’s lilting, darkly mischievous laughter sent a shiver down Castiel’s back, over his arse, and down his leg.

Despite the lack of space between them, Castiel’s hand slipped down there—calmly pulling belt tongues free of buckles, prongs out of their holes—his gaze wandering from looking Dean in the eye to lingering on his lips. Dean’s breath left him for half a minute; approximately the amount of time it took Cas to have their belts and waist buttons undone, zippers down, and a couple of his shirt buttons undone from the bottom up. Some adjusting and their penises stood comfortably underneath their underwear, side-by-side between them.

Dean snapped his eyes open, surprised he was unaware he’d closed them, simply enjoying the feeling of being undressed, taking in breath softly and unsteadily. That Cas had watched and delighted in every minute expression that showed momentarily on his face didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He shook his head and marginally looked away from Castiel. His expression turned troubled. “Do you have any pain, ’round back?”

The fingers of Cas’ busy hand walked around his waist, staying still behind him on his loin for a few seconds. Then the angel flattened his hand onto his skin and held him close with a grasp that allowed for no space between their pelvises as he rhythmically whet their cocks, grinding himself into Dean. “Mild,” the seraph replied as evenly as he could with how ragged his breathing already was.

Dean scoffed. Relative to what? Thousands of years in the Empty, and Dean had the distinct impression Castiel wasn’t the screaming sort. He looked Cas in the eyes again. “I’m not goin’ there again for a few days,” he said, pressing his tongue into the sharp tip of one of his top teeth as Cas ground their hips together hard. Refraining was going to be as hard as going without. “You need to recover. No pain.”

Cas’ nod was minute but genuinely accepting. He kissed Dean’s open lips. Dean needed no prompting to drop his jaw and let the angel’s tongue past his teeth, letting himself be kissed deeply. Worrying about threading his arms underneath Cas’ clothing, Dean held the angel tight against him, the skin at their groins superheating with no space between their bodies. Shifting how he stood was enough movement to light him up, setting his own enthusiasm loose. He was smiling, chuckling, and kissing Cas at the same time. Dizzy... feeling a liiittle dizzy. Dean took the breath he was shy on. If it hadn’t been a foregone conclusion before, it was now; he needed to paint the angel’s stomach white before settling down to sleep.

The seraph started to outright Cheshire grin the moment the thought crossed his mind.

Dean started snickering. “Hey now, sinning’s my department, angel.”

“Tonight, the ‘helping hand’ is mine,” Castiel asserted, his tone as dark as it was smooth. He quickly shed his jacket and shirt, bared chest butting up against Dean’s, as he insisted, “You’re overdressed, and so am I.”

Clear of his own clothing, Cas’ burning hands went up under Dean’s tee shirt as Dean stood forward from the wall for clearance enough to pull his plaid off over his head. As the tee shirt’s neck stretched around and over his jaw and nose, his lips parted, and he took in the breath he’d been forgetting to take. Watching Dean’s chest heave that way was swiftly becoming one of Cas’ favorite things to see his body do. Add it to the fucking list of things about the man that made him utterly weak.

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Pilot (Part 2)

Cordell Walker x daughter!Reader

word count: 1,554

warnings: dead parent, abandonment?, mentions of deportation

A.N. sorry I haven't been that active about updating this story. I had some school assignments to complete(and still do). this past week I just been very unmotivated to do anything. I'll try to post more! Thank u for your patience.

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“What are we doing out here again?” Bel asked me as we hopped over a fence that led to an open field.

“Just looking at the stars, I guess. My mom used to take me out here all the time, especially on a full moon.” I told her, sitting down on the grass

“Full moon, like tonight.” she realized.

“Yeah.” I pulled out my leather-bound sketchbook and markers. “She let me draw the starscape while she took some pictures on her camera. I've drawn every single full moon since I was ten, I've missed a couple since she passed. The first couple of months were difficult to get myself to come out here. She even made this sketchbook” I explained. Bel put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I was so lucky to have her, she is an amazing friend.

“She sounds amazing Y/N. I wish I could meet her.” She said and I just nodded. “Can I see your drawings?”

“Sure.” I handed her the book and she started to flip through the pages

“You're really good” she complimented

“Thanks.” I gave a small smile. I layed down on the grass and looked at the stars. It's been a little while and we’ve been talking, looking at the stars or I've been doodling the sky. We heard hard footsteps in the distance and looked over to see someone running in our direction. “What the hell? I breathed out and sat up. As the person got closer I recognized the person. It’s Ryan Marshall from school.

“Ryan?” Bel said when he was just about to pass us but he stopped when he heard his name.

“Hey guys!” he slurred. I rolled my eyes, great he’s drunk.

“Hey! You! Stop!” We heard from the same direction Ryan came from. Two police officers came running over and Ryan took off again. One police officer continued to chase ryan but the other stopped and looked at us.

“What are you ladies doing out here? Were y’all also at that party down the block.” he asked us pointing a flashlight at us. I put my hand out to block my eyes. Does he really gotta shine that thing directly in my face?

“No sir, we were just stargazing. We never stepped foot in that party. You can test us if you'd like.” I explained and Bel agreed with my statement.

“No, you guys don't seem drunk or anything. But you are trespassing.” he told us.

“Trespassing? I thought this was a public field.” I blurted.

“Last month this field was issued for game only during this season. You can only be on this field if you have a hunting license.” he explained “I’ll have to take you into the station for trespassing.”

“Can’t you let us off with a warning? We had no idea and you have no signs up!” I jabbed

“Sorry missy its protocol.” He read us our rights and asked us if we had any weapons and all the other police crap that's part of their ‘protocol’.

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Currently we are at the police station waiting for our parents to pick us up. Bel told me about her parents and how they might get deported since she was brought in. I feel terrible, I has no idea they changed the field over for a stupid game season. Just another thing I messed up. Luckily Stan Morrison was able to drop our charges since I explained exactly what happened and he understood. Unfortunately, we were taking in so our parents must pick us up since we are minors. We were waiting for probably a good thirty minutes when I saw my dad round the corner. I’m shocked he actually showed up, that’s a new one. I do really want to jump up and hug him but something in me is just mad at him for leaving us so I can’t bring myself to. Also being picked up at a police station was not my ideal first meeting of my dad after his absence.

“And here he is to save the day” I say under my breath.

“Good to see you too.” He said and approached us.

“Dad, this is Bel. Can we take her home?” I asked him.

“No. minors have to be picked up by their parents.”

“Well i’m not just leaving her here.”

“Then you can stay in a cell here tonight.”

Bel’s parents enter the police station. Dad takes his hat off and approaches them.

“It’s good to meet ya’ll. I've been out of town for a while so I don't really know Y/N’s social life. We should spend some time together.” he says.

“Stop it.” I whisper. He can't be serious right now.

“...Seems like the girls got into some trouble tonight so maybe we could help each other out.” he explains. Bella’s parents don't say anything as another police officer calls them back.

“Epic first meeting.” Bel sighs.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.” I apologize for my dad’s actions.

“For who? Lets go.” Dad shot at me and I just rolled my eyes. I grabbed my sketchbook off the seat and gave Bel a quick hug before leaving the station with my dad.

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The car ride home was an awkward one. Like what do I even say to him? ‘Nice to finally see you again after you abandoned us for almost a year’ I don't think that's the nicest thing to say. I felt sweet relief when I saw us pull up to my grandparents house. I took off my seat belt and opened the car door.

“Y/N,” dad warned. I stopped opening the door and started fidgeting with the edge of my sketchbook. “Want to tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

“I didn't know we were trespassing. There was no sign or anything to tell us pedestrians were not allowed on the field. Apparently they recently changed it or something, I don't know. Mom used to take me out to that field all the time. I didn't think anything of it.” I explained. He nodded in understanding.

“It's still dangerous. What if a hunter thought you were a deer and shot you? I don't like you out alone. I know you had Bel with you, but there's some bad people out there that can overpower you guys. I’d rather you be home for dinner with your family at night.” He told me.

“Oh like how you were home for dinner last night?” I challenged and he sighed. “Mom said you'd never be on a case too long.” I remarked.

“And I never meant to be.” dad said and I shook my head in disbelief. “This last case...it got complicated.” he explained.

“Complicated?” I scoffed. “A five minute phone call this summer, then nothing for three months! It’s bad enough we didn't have mom” I pointed out.

“We both gotta stop acting like she's going to come back.” he stated. I jumped out of the car and burst into tears. Uncle Liam was outside now and he tried to reach out to me but I ignored him. August was right in the living room when I entered the house.

“Y/N? What's wrong? What happened? Where’s dad” he asked me.

“Its nothing August. Just leave it alone.” I sniffed, trying my best to contain myself for my brother’s sake.

“Why were you at the police station? I thought you were just going to yours and mom’s spot?” he nagged on.

“I did. It's some kind of hunting ground now, you can’t go on it without a hunting license. You done with the twenty questions?” I snapped.

“Y/N, want to come have some leftovers?” my grandma asked me. Well she technically asked but she was actually telling me to get my ass over there.

“Sure Grams” I sighed and sat down by the kitchen island. She put down a plate of her famous pot roast and I dug in. While I ate she was cleaning up the kitchen.

“You’re not going to ask me what I did?” I inquired.

“No, because I know you’re a good, smart kid and you wouldn't do anything too damaging on purpose.” She offered me a kind smile. “Plus I know what tonight is with the full moon. I can put two and two together.” she laughed. Uncle Liam and dad walked in the house but I didn't hear them enter so I continued talking.

“Last month, they changed the field for ‘game hunting only’. I had no idea, so Bel and I got charged for trespassing. I can’t go out to that field anymore. Now I feel like another piece of mom is gone.” I confessed tears welling up in my eyes again.

“You can still go draw the stars, I know your mom would love for you to keep doing y'all's traditions. I'll even go out with you.” she offered.

“Thanks Grandma. I appreciate it, I really do, but it just wouldn't be the same.” I sighed.

“Not many things are going to be the same, Y/N.” she stated.

“I miss her so much.” I started sobbing. Grandma rounded the island and pulled me into a hug.

“I know you do sweetie.” she consoled, rubbing her hand in circles on my back, trying her best to comfort me.

A.N. sorry if you don't like to draw. Emily seemed like the type of parent that liked her kids to be creative, like August and photography. So I figured drawing could be what the reader and Emily did together. 

PART 3 OUT NOW

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happy birthday!! i’d like to request a ship please! i am a bisexual woman and i am 5’10! i enjoy writing and photography and spending time with my family and friends. i am pretty smart, quiet, and reserved until i get to know someone, which I when I feel much for comfortable to open up to them and to be myself. i love making people around me happy and making them laugh and i notice very easily if something is wrong. i am also very self conscious about my appearance. some things that i dislike are failure and being alone and just generally feeling like i’m not good enough! thank you and happy birthday again!!!

Thank you sweet anon!!! 😘😘 I totally understand not feeling good enough! You're not alone, my friend. I’m sorry this took so long!!!

I ship you with...

Ezra

Precious Shakespearean space cowboy Ezra would be such a great match for you! He’s creative, witty, and thoughtful and I feel like he would love someone who is creative and smart as well! Once you’re able to open up to him, he would become the best advocate anyone could ask for. He loves to talk, so asking him to talk to strangers for you or to go get more supplies so that you don’t have to interact with people would be something he would love to do! Ezra would be extra protective with you than he had been with others before, the softness of your nature would endear him to you in a way he wouldn’t be able to fully comprehend, I don’t think. You wouldn’t have to worry about how you look around Ezra, either. He knows what it’s like to feel out of place or less than (i.e. his missing arm) and I think of all the Pedro characters he would be the least judgmental!! 

Marcus Moreno

I could also see you and Marcus being really happy together! As the leader of the Heroics, his life is filled with high stress and chaos, so being able to come home to someone as centered and reserved as yourself would be the best part of all of his days! He would fall in love with your sense of humor and your ability to take care of him when he feels like he can’t even take care of himself. You and Missy could do photo shoots and you could teach her how to use a camera properly and Marcus would ‘oh my goodness, I’m going to combust I’m so in love’, lose his mind at the two of you together. Marcus has had his share of failures in his personal and professional life and knows exactly what it’s like to feel that you’re less than what you should be. He is a very soft person at his core and would relish in the soft, tender, moments together. :’)

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Fatal Attraction: The Murder of Travis Alexander

Travis Alexander; Source: ABC News

Travis Alexander, 30, was a successful motivational speaker and salesman for Prepaid Legal Services. In June of 2008, Alexander was planning on attending a work-related trip Cancun, Mexico with a female friend. However, around the time of the trip, Alexander disappeared, even missing a conference call on the evening of June 4, 2008, which is estimated as the night of his death. His roommate was under the impression that Alexander had already left for Cancun. Suspicious, his friends decided to check on Alexander.

They were met with a horrible odor as they walked into the home. When they opened the door to his bedroom, they saw blood on the floor. They went into Alexander's bathroom and found a gruesome scene. Blood was spattered all over the walls. Their friend lay dead in his bathtub. Alexander's roommate had no idea that Alexander had been lying dead in his bathroom for five days.

Alexander's friends called 911 and were asked if anyone had recently threatened Alexander and the caller replied that his ex-girlfriend, Jodi Arias, had been stalking him.

Investigators determined that Alexander had been stabbed from behind 27 times, his throat was cut and he had been shot in the head. His hands bore defensive wounds and a.25 caliber shell casing was recovered from scene. A bloody palm print was also found at the scene.

Jodi Arias and Travis Alexander; Source: CBS News

Travis Alexander met Jodi Arias at a sales conference in Las Vegas in 2006. Arias was also a salesperson for Prepaid Legal. Alexander was very successful at his job and also worked for the company as a motivational speaker and taught sales seminars. Arias was much less successful at her job, making just enough money to get by, while Alexander drove a BMW and owned a large, beautiful home. Alexander needed a date for dinner during the convention one night and a co-worker suggested Arias.

Arias grew up in southern California and is described as a rebellious teen who dropped out of high school when she was 17-years-old. She is described as an artistic person with an interest specifically in photography. After dropping out of school, Arias moved in with a boyfriend and drifted from job to job. Mostly, Arias worked as a waitress and lived with a series of boyfriends. Through a friend, she heard about Prepaid Legal Services and applied for a job as a salesperson.

Travis Alexander was the child of two drug addicts who neglected him. His grandmother took him in and introduced him to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He embraced the Mormon faith and became a leader in the church.

Alexander hit it off with the attractive and articulate Arias. Their relationship continued after they returned home. The two worked for the same company but for different offices -- Arias lived in Palm Desert, California and Alexander lived in Mesa, Arizona. The two texted constantly and saw each other on weekends.

As investigators looked into Alexander's relationship with Arias, they found out from friends that Arias was a very possessive and jealous girlfriend who would snoop through texts and messages on his phone. Alexander reportedly found this flattering but didn't take the relationship as seriously as Arias. She viewed Alexander as potential husband material while Alexander saw Arias as an insatiable "nymphomaniac" who was a lot of fun in bed. She was in love; he was in lust.

Source: Wikipedia

Source: Psychology Today

Two months into the relationship, Alexander told her that he would only consider a serious relationship with another member of his church. Arias converted without hesitation with Alexander performing the baptism. However, Alexander didn't see Arias as "wife" material. He wanted a woman who was more conservative and "chaste" for a wife. The two actually ended their relationship as a couple after five months but still continued to have a sexual relationship.

Alexander reportedly planned the Cancun trip early in 2008 and was intending on bringing Arias with him. By April 2008, he had changed his plans and was bringing a female friend instead. His friends told investigators that he said Arias had been stalking him and had even slashed his tires.

Investigators recovered a digital camera, which had been damaged in the washing machine. They were able to retrieve the photos on it, which were taken on June 4 at 1:40 p.m. The pictures were of Arias and Alexander in sexual poses with one of the last photos of Alexander in the shower at 5:29 p.m. The final photo was unclear but appears to be of Alexander bleeding on the bathroom floor. The bloody palm print found at the scene was found to contain DNA from both Arias and Alexander.

In the days leading up to Alexander's murder, it was also discovered that Arias' grandparents' home was burglarized and a .25 caliber semiautomatic Colt pistol was stolen. The gun was never found but the shell casing recovered at the crime scene was a .25 caliber shell.

Arias was charged with murder on June 9, 2008.

Source: ABC News

Arias' story of what happened the night of Alexander's death would change. At first, she claimed that both her and Travis were attacked in his home that night and that the masked assailants allowed her to live. Then, she would change her story to that of self-defense against an abusive boyfriend. A psychologist would testify in her defense that she suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Arias' trial began in January of 2013. She was found guilty of first degree murder in May of 2013. The jury was undecided on what Arias' sentence should be and another trial began for sentencing in October 2013. The erotic images taken on the night of Alexander's murder were presented as evidence to counter the prosecution's assertion that Arias had been stalking Alexander and that he was afraid of her.

In March of 2015, Jodi Arias was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. She is currently serving her sentence at Arizona State Prison Complex-Perryville.

- Missy Dawn

Sources: Biography.com; Snapped, Season 11, Episode 9; Oxygen Network (2013)

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10th August 2020-Peregrines and more at Winchester Cathedral and tree, garden birds and sky when home 

I had to come into the office for something this morning working out of it for the first time since March, and so as not to take the risk of using the train in current circumstances my Mum dropped me off in the morning then picked me up during my lunch break and I resumed home working this afternoon. So within that lunch break we used it as a chance to go to Winchester Cathedral and look for the Peregrines. With a text from my Mum to say no sign at the cathedral where she was already, I walked down to meet her, Missy and her husband there via St. Thomas Church where they often fly and base themselves. One Peregrine did fly over there and disappeared but I heard it and got a spare binocular view the first time I used my old pair for months that live in my work bag. I got chatting at a safe social distance to someone who was working by a retro cinema type place where if you walk up some steps onto the forecourt you can see the church and where the birds perch it was a lovely chat about the Peregrines and how they get to their famous speeds etc. A chat I really valued, and I also valued seeing my first Peregrine since March because for a bird I at times of year see every day working at the office in Winchester as normal I don’t think we’ve managed to see one anywhere once coronavirus restrictions lifted slightly and we could drive to exercise at less local places on weekends and time off. I had wondered if it had headed towards the cathedral along the Winchester birds’ well known flight path. 

And when I met my Mum there she was watching two Peregrines one of which I saw in the binoculars again which felt great. I took the the first two pictures in this photoset at the cathedral with my spare bridge camera also with me the camera I sneak into my work bag when in Winchester now and again showing a great vibe that there often is there. We then walked past on our way to the car in Colebrook Street car park the north tower where the Peregrines nest and sit here. Here as I did something I used to do so often but hadn’t since 20th March scanned the north tower ledge in my binoculars I was over the moon to spot a Peregrine one of the adults sat there. It was like I was never away, but did feel a bit surreal, as I used my long zooming bridge camera to snap some pictures of this bird including the third, fourth and fifth in this photoset. It was just as thrilling as it always is, being able to look up and see the fastest bird in the world and one of my favourite birds sat there looking very beautiful in the sun today. I was so happy to see it and watch it for a few minutes I could not stop looking at it really which is exactly what I did when I first saw them here and when I so regularly did with and without spare camera. 

It did allow me to reminisce on the most amazing times I have had with these birds young and old mostly on work lunch breaks. I missed not seeing the chicks landed this year - one of the birds I saw today must have been a chick I think just not the landed one at the cathedral north tower of the five this year an unusually high amount that fledged for the species - but I was so lucky to get the views and pictures I did of 2019′s brood of young birds whilst working normally in Winchester and photographing them on a few occasions. And when in lockdown and working from home alongside actually seeing wildlife locally and taking photos on daily exercise walks watching the Winchester Cathedral 2020 brood especially and other local cathedral’s resident nesting Peregrines really was something so nice and positive to focus on. So it was just good to get this moment of connection with one at the end of the breeding season. 

I really have missed the Peregrines in the flesh and it was as though I was having a flash back into my old life a bit today as cheesy as it sounds. The pictures I took ones I was so used to taking so it was nice to take some in more immediately modern times for me. Many looked like past ones of mine which was great. Its weird to think there are friends I’ve made on Twitter and probably here too in the past five months that have never seen me post Peregrine pictures as part of my day’s pictures. Its striking really considering I used to photograph Peregrines here so often there were days I didn’t manage it too at here and St. Thomas Church when I brought my camera but I photographed them at least once a month for a whole year. It always felt like I was getting something for nothing, a day I dressed in smart clothes and shoes and got on the train to come and work yet in my hour of freedom around Winchester I could take some photos to do and post that evening. Something mirrored in my working from home temporary but pretty permanent feeling necessary measure but at my local country park Lakeside and surrounding areas. Equally fantastic, but a slightly different feeling. So I had underestimated what a key part of my photography with my bridge camera a piece of kit I have had an amazing nearly two years with supporting my DSLR mainly with long distance shots. And it was just nice to go back to it even though this is probably a one off and if I have to go in again to the office it shouldn’t be for a long time I don’t think. 

I took the sixth picture in this photoset of the cathedral grounds looking lovely in the heatwave in this later summer going into autumn period. A wonderful place to enjoy some time outside on lunch today as it always is. I brought the Peregrine and cathedral pictures into a much more modern right now for me set with some pictures taken when home more like the ones I have been taking and loving doing so much lately. This included the seventh of trees out the front with some with autumn leaves coming through, the eighth and ninth of a young Starling in the garden in the sun this afternoon and Goldfinches drinking in the bird bath like the Starlings usually do which I have noticed them do a lot lately and the tenth and final of a weird sky it looked like a sunset but was about an hour ahead of the time the sun should set right now but was fun to capture whatever. A very different start to my wildlife and photography snippets in my day week this week but a brilliant one. It will be lovely to then contrast it with tomorrow when a Lakeside walk will all being well be my daily exercise and I’ll be aiming to check on my new family to follow of another of my favourite birds the Great Crested Grebe which I have followed so much this year the family and the chicks especially the past few weeks. Great to have both, have a good week all. 

Wildlife Sightings Summary for today: One of my favourite birds the Peregrine Falcon, Feral Pigeon including Violet one of the ones my Mum nicknamed after her late parents splashing in the bird bath, five Collared Doves in the garden at once at one point tonight which was very interesting, Woodpigeon, Starling, House Sparrow, Goldfinch and Large White butterfly. 

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[penpalkingdom]

hello!

i’m seeking pen pals or internet friends to become good friends with!

my name is ashley and i’m 20 yrs old.

i’m from delaware (USA)

i’m bisexual

i work at a dog daycare so if you enjoy cute puppy pics i’m your girl

i’m really into rock music.. my favorite bands are nirvana and foo fighters, but i’m always down to find new music so if you have any suggestions pls let me know :)

my favorite shows are AHS, pretty little liars, the fosters, and freaks and geeks, etc

my favorite movies are twilight, hocus pocus, the purge, and the hunger games, etc

i’m really into horror movies. michael myers is my favorite

my favorite holiday is halloween and i tend to keep my decorations up all year (i’m weird ik hahaha)

i have an adorable pug that’s old and blind.. her name is missy

i’m really into peircings and i have both sides of my nose pierced

i’m also into photography.. i’d love to learn some new things from any of you!

i’m super into conspiracy theories, missing person cases, and ghosts. i could talk for hours about all those topics

my favorite you tubers are: kendall rae, sam and colby, kian and jc, and diana ren (if you like them we’re already besties haha)

i have an internet friend in spain that i’m planning to meet in 2021 so if you’re from spain that’d we way cool bc then i could meet you also

i’ve only been to one concert in my life and it was twenty one pilots

i LOVE lady gaga

i only speak english (sorry!)

i prefer someone that is 18+ so we can relate more

you can reach me through:

my tumblr: @kurts-nirvana

my instagram: _ashnicole19

my twitter: ashniccccc

i will give my number out once we’ve talked for a bit!

PLS just let me know you’re messaging me about this so i know, thank you!

i hope to meet some really great friends :))

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Always family; John Deacon x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all, I just wanted to share with you all ANOTHER Queen fic. Now this one here is pretty long so I’m sorry not sorry for the longness of this fic but it had to be done. Thought I’d dip my toe into the platonic Queen fics (besides my Rock Angel series) since requests will open up soon. I just want to catch up on all the requests that came to me over Winter break that the anons have been waiting so patiently on before I accept any new ones. So in this fic you the lovely reader are the cousin to this Disco man, but you both act more like brother-sister as you will soon see. Hope you all enjoy this little fic :)

Warnings: Family abandonment (IF THIS TRIGGERS ANYONE PLEASE DON’T STRAIN YOURSELF TO READ IT), angst, swearing, fluff, Paul prenter (Ugh) and the loveable and NASTY QUEENIES :) Enjoy my lovely darlings ;)

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*Nov. 1974, Live at the Rainbow*

It was another successful concert at the Rainbow theater.  Queen had once again performed a killer performance, and Brian now finally feeling better after his hepatitis scare knew he was ready to get back on stage and he performed his heart out to make up for what he had to miss while in the hospital.

The three main lead vocalists Freddie, Brian and Roger were heading towards their dressing room when they noticed someone sitting outside the door of their dressing room. She appeared to be about 15 possibly 16, had long (h/c) with platinum blonde highlights.  She wore a white crop top shirt, black leather jacket, denim blue jeans and high-heeled boots similar to what their bass player always wore.

They also took notice around her neck was a camera and she was also fiddling around with it, instantly knowing exactly how to operate it.  Freddie turned to Roger and teased out.

“Look Roger darling, the girl you ordered finally came.” Roger hit Freddie’s shoulder and told him to fuck off while Brian walked up to the girl and asked.

“Excuse me?” She looked up from her camera and they also saw that she was blowing up a bubble from the gum that she had been chewing.  She deflated the bubble as Brian said, “Can we help you?”

“Oh sorry I was just waiting for Deacy.” She responded before going back to her camera.

“You know John?” asked Roger.

“Do I know him? Of course I know him he—oh I get it. Typical Deacy, never likes to talk about me to his friends, thinks I’ll embarrass him or something.” She started off before trailing off into a teasing tone.  The three Queen members were still confused to just who exactly this young girl was.  She then gestured to herself as she continued, “I’m (Y/n) Deacon, Deacy’s cousin.” She then dug into her jean pocket and innocently held out a packet of gum as she said, “Gum?”

*My POV*

Hello people and beyond! The name’s (y/n) Deacon. I was born March 7th, 1959.  And before you ask, yes I am related to John Richard Deacon bass player of Queen.  He’s my older cousin but if you ask me he’s been more like a brother to me than my cousin.

In fact it was Deacy who got me interested in electrics, so much so that I’ve taken photography classes in school and then once I get into University I hope to major in photography.  In fact the camera I always carry with me around my neck, Deacy actually got it for me three years ago on my 13th birthday.

I had heard about his little band from aunt Lillian and of course from my friends.  Now that Queen is starting to gain that spotlight of fame, I took the first bus I could in order to check and see if my dear Deacy hadn’t forgotten about me.

I was now sitting on the couch in the guys’ dressing room, Freddie was sitting close to me and I spoke up.

“Okay see that’s where I draw the line with cats, I mean c’mon who would want a hairless cat? It’s like you just turned a cat inside out and said, ‘here’s your new baby’. Plus if you leave it in the winter it’ll turn into a cat-cicle. But if you leave it out in the summer heat then it’ll be a sunburnt naked mole rat.”

“Brian, Roger make note of this that we are keeping this girl because she gets cat logic.” Freddie claimed as he wrapped an arm around me bringing me close in a one armed hug. I smiled and blushed slightly hiding my head bashfully.  We soon heard the door open and finally entering inside the dressing room was the Disco man himself.

“Deacy darling you’ve got some serious explaining to do.” Freddie proclaimed as if he were giving a proclamation.  Wide-eyed and startled like a deer in headlights he looked between his bandmates and that’s when Brian spoke up.

“Like why you didn’t tell us about your cousin?” I then made myself known by waving to John and telling him hi.  Finally taking notice of me, Deacy smiled and came over to me while I met him half way and the two of us hugged each other after not seeing him for a good couple of years now.

“What are you doing here?”

“What you didn’t think I’d miss the opportunity to miss my cousin performing on stage and finally get to see what all the fuss was about, now did yah?” I teased as I playfully shoved him.

“Did my mum drop you off?”

“Well actually I sorta begged her to get me a bus pass here to London.”

“You mean to tell me you came here all by yourself?” he demanded.

“Deaks I’m not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself.” He sighed and said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“I know you can, you know I just worry about you. Old habits die hard you know?”

“Gosh Deacy, who would’ve thought you were so overprotective? And here I thought you were the docile one.” teased Roger.

“Piss off Roger.” Defended Deacy.

“So (y/n), I’m just looking at these photographs of the concert and they are really good. Did you always want to be a photographer?” Brian said trying to change the conversation.

“Thanks Brian. And to answer your question not always. But I got interested in it at around 10 maybe 11 years old. It just started off taking pictures of the family dog Buddy and some birds, a few family outings but then when I turned 13 that’s when my interest in photography began to rise. In fact Deacy gave me this exact camera and showed me how to work out all the technical stuff with it for my 13th birthday.”

“I must say these are impressive. I would’ve thought a professional would’ve taken these.” Stated Roger as he picked up a photo.

“Aww come on you guys…..”

“No we’re serious (y/n) dear, you’ve got a gift.” Freddie said.

“That’s what I’ve always been telling her.” Said Deacy with a warm smile as he playfully ruffled my hair.  I smiled at them and thanked them.

For the rest of the night I got to know the rest of the members of Queen, not just as rock stars, but as my cousin’s best friends.  Most people know them as these four handsome young men trying to become famous rockstars, but I got to know their true selves.  Brian the smart astrophysicist interested in all things regarding the universe who made his dissertation about stardust.  

Roger who is known to most as the ‘heartthrob, womanizing, air-headed and stubborn drummer’ when actually he’s an intelligent person who first started off with dentistry (to which both Deacy and Brian teased him about) but then changed his profession to biology.  The first drummer to ever truly tune his drums before playing them.

And of course the front man Freddie Mercury.  Most people think he’s always the extravagant person both on and off stage, when in reality he’s just a humble, loving human being who studied design, loves cats and has his insecurities just like everyone else.

I knew from that night that I was going to see these boys not just as my cousin’s friends, but also an extended family.

3 years passed and any chance I got I would visit the boys during holiday breaks or stay with Deacy during the summers.  I even got the chance to go with them to Rockfield farm when they recorded “A Night at the Opera” because I was assigned a summer project for my photography class.  And when EMI saw my pictures, they actually hired me an internship with them to be the band’s official photographer.

Now that I am done with high school, I’m just waiting for the autumn to start so that I can officially start my University career in photography. The boys have definitely given me good practice for my camera work, doing pictures both on stage and for behind the scenes whether through the tours or them in the studio recording.  

They’re rowdy and silly but it’s awesome to see them work and I actually get to see the genius machine that is Queen on how they create their music.

We were currently in the studio and the boys were recording their newest song “We are the Champions”.  I was getting the best pictures that I could that the record company was asking for me. Some of the pictures included them in the booth rehearsing, or Freddie along with the sound technician at the sound table messing with the buttons and track, getting it to fit his vision.

Since they were on a strict deadline to get the song recorded, it meant more hours in the studio, hours that not even I could last very long with.  I yawned softly when I felt a tap at my shoulder.  I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

“You ready to head home?” I yawned again and nodded tiredly. “Alright missy, let’s get you home and into bed.” I moaned tiredly and raised my arms out and said.

“Carry me.”

“Are both your legs broken?” he teased.  I let out a tired whine.

“You’re mean Deacy.”

“C’mon you get up. I know you can do it.”

“Too tired to get up.” I groaned.

“Then allow me your royal majesty.” I heard Freddie say as I was then picked up princess style and I wrapped my arms around Freddie’s neck. “That better darling?”

“I love you Fred.” I stated bluntly.

“You’re going to spoil her too much Fred.” Deacy said.

“Oh come off it Deacy, she’s a darling and she’s been working so hard she deserves this.”

“Yeah Deacy, I deserve this. Why can’t you be more like Freddie?”

“Because I know when to set limits for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him and then I was carried out of the studio and placed into Deacy’s Volvo.  Deacy followed suit and we all bid each other a goodnight and soon Deacy pulled out of the parking lot and drove us back home.

We both entered quietly so that we didn’t wake up either Veronica or baby Bobby.  Deacy and I kissed each other goodnight and I went to my guest room and got out of my jeans, didn’t even bother to get out of my shirt and just plopped on my bed and went to sleep.

The next day was like any other day, the guys had just gotten done finishing the final touches to “We are the Champions” and we were all celebrating.  Roger uncorked the bottle of wine and poured the guys a drink while I got some non-alcoholic cider, but I knew that Roger would let me sneak in a sip of wine when Deacy wasn’t looking.  As we were all gathered around just sharing stories and what not, it was then Paul came in and said.

“Freddie, boys there’s someone here to see you.” Roger and I looked at each other and he muttered.

“Hopefully the police to take him away for being an utter annoyance.” I snickered softly which made Paul glare at me and that’s when he said.

“Come on in Mrs.” And soon walking into the studio was someone I thought I’d never see again.  My body tensed up and my heart sunk, it felt like I had gotten punched in the gut and had all the air knocked out of me as a blast from the past came back and stood before this very room.

Her familiar (h/c) now shorter than I remembered but she still kept it the same style, her (e/c) looking right at me.  She looked a bit more run down than from what I remembered, probably got involved in drugs since that’s the big thing nowadays.

“Hello (y/n).” She started off.  I stood up and just glared at her.  “God you’ve—you’ve grown up so fast.” She tried to lighten up the mood.  Really? How dare she come back after all these years. In fact how did she find out where I was?  I walked out of the room avoiding another glance at her and slammed the door loud behind me.

*John’s POV*

“So…..where are the groceries?” I demanded.

“John please—”

“No, no I really want to know. Because you’re finally here, but I see no groceries.” I stood up and continued as I walked up towards her, “I mean that’s what you said when you dropped her off with mum, your sister. But news flash Katherine. You’re 15 years too late!” I now stood face to face with her, hell I almost lost my composure and wanted to hit her so hard.

“Whoa, whoa Deacy take it easy! Take it easy!” Brian said pulling me away from her.

“Deacy darling you’ve never acted this way before, just who is this woman?”

“Unfortunately she’s my mum’s younger sister. My aunt……”

“(Y/n)’s mother.” She finished.

“No, no, no! You lost that right when you abandoned her that day!” I snapped.

“Deacy calm down, calm down.” Brian said as he placed his hand to my chest trying to get me to calm down, but at this point I knew nothing would.

“Why are you here? How did you even know she’d be here?” I demanded.

“I’ve known how close you both were when you were kids, so I figured that she’d be with you. And when I heard about where Queen does their rehearsals I thought I’d get clearance, thanks to Mr. Prenter, he allowed me to come and see her.”

Bloody hell of course Paul would play a part in this. He’s always hated (y/n) hanging around, talking about her like she was a distraction from the band.  Of course (y/n) never took anything lying down.

Much like Roger, hell in fact all her life when she needed and wanted to, she could be a right up trickster.  Her pranks were always over the top but brilliantly planned and well executed.  

I would know because I was unfortunately a victim to some of those pranks, but then again I also helped form some of those pranks on say like heart-breaking, back-stabbing boyfriends, stab in the back best friends, you know those types of people.

I then left the booth and tried to find (y/n).  I searched and searched but I couldn’t find her anywhere, that was until I heard sniffling from the janitor’s closet.

I pressed my ear against the door and I knew without a doubt that (y/n) was behind the door.  I lightly knocked on it and she stopped crying and choked out.

“Please go away.” I knew words wouldn’t convince her to come out, so I did the next best thing that always seemed to at least put a smile on her face, even when I couldn’t see it.

I went into the next room and managed to find some paper and a pen and I raced back towards the janitor’s closet and wrote something down on the paper before sliding it under the door.

*My POV*

How could she? How could she suddenly decide to show up after all these years? How the hell did she even find me?  I kept crying all alone in the janitor’s closet, having the broom against the handle so that no one could come in.  I heard a knock so I just told whoever it was to go away.

I heard footsteps walking away so I figured they got the message, but then I heard footsteps again and then something was tossed underneath the crack of the door.  It was a piece of paper.  I slowly crawled up halfway out of my spot to grab the sheet of paper and unfolded it to see a very familiar little rhyme.

Oh won’t you come out little Dale.

Don’t you weep and tell me your tale.

Deacy.  Whenever I was so upset that I would hide away in either a closet or under the sink, he’d always write me a silly but comforting note that always first opened with those two lines.

Sometimes that was all it took for me to open the door and talk to him, other times we’d just pass notes back and forth between the door until I was ready to come out. Since there wasn’t a writing utensil at all in here, I was forced to remove the broom and slowly open the door.

The first thing I saw his hand being held out for me to take. I slowly reached my hand out from the door and took his hand.  He always knew that whenever I got this upset to never push me.  I felt his thumb rub and stroke over the top of my hand, his other fingers gently intertwining with my own in various different ways trying to give me the best comfort he could till I finally had the courage to come out.

Finally I opened up the closet.

I immediately hugged Deacy and he hugged me back and I whimpered out.

“I’m sorry I pulled a Roger move.”

“Shhhh. It’s alright my little nightingale. Unlike Roger’s temper tantrum over a strange car song, you have a better excuse. I’m so sorry love I had no idea it would be her.”

“I know you didn’t have anything to do with this. It’s just—”

“No I know. I know. Believe me love, I gave her a piece of my mind after all these years. All for you.”

“Why couldn’t you have been my real brother Deacy?” he softly laughed and said as he stroked through my hair.

“I may be your cousin by blood (n/n). But to me you’ve always been the sister I’ve always wanted. And that’ll never change, you hear me?” he cupped my face into his hands. He wiped my tears as I nodded and hugged him, burying my face into his shoulder.  “We’ll get through this together dove, just like we’ve always done.”

Days passed and Deacy made sure that if my mum came anywhere near me trying to start a conversation, either he or the lads would come in and save me with a ‘task’ to do, just to spare me more agony and pain, especially since she kept coming over to the studio every day and was always in the same room as I was in.

However one day when guys all had to record their parts for a new song, I was looking at all my photos when I heard her voice say.

“(Y/n)?” I froze and turned around to see my mum standing there, blocking my only exit.  I stood up and said.

“Stay away from me!”

“Please just hear me out, please! Give me 2 minutes.” I looked down at my watch and said.

“1.58” telling her that her time was ticking.

“I know that—I haven’t been the best mother. After your father left us I thought I could do well by you but I guess I was wrong. I never left you because I didn’t love you, I left you because I loved you too much to put you in what I was living under. I could barely keep the mortgage on the house, we would’ve been homeless. I couldn’t do that to you. I thought that by leaving you with my sister, you’d get a better chance. Much more than you could have with me.”

“Then why didn’t you visit me? Why didn’t you call?” I asked as tears filled my eyes.

“I was a mess I—I got into some serious trouble and had to try and work them out. If they found out I had a child, then they’d use you against me. I couldn’t let them do that. But I do have something to show you,” she dug into her purse and pulled out a photograph.  She walked up to me and held it out for me. “Look at this picture, just look at it.”

I looked between her and the picture until I finally took it and turned it over and was shocked to see what the picture was.

It was a picture of me at my secondary school decathlon.  It was the championship competition and I had gotten the last question correct which made our school the first time in decades win a decathlon.

“You—you were there?”

“Yes, you were always such a clever girl, I knew if anyone could get your school the win it’d be you.”  I just stared at her in shock, even though I hadn’t seen her since I was a child, she still was there watching over me. “I—I got more pictures like that in the apartment that I’m stay at, if you’d like you could come over and see them.”

“Really?” she nodded with a soft smile.  “And I was also wondering that after you’re done with work, do you—wanna get a drink or something? Coffee? Do you like coffee?”

“I love coffee.” I said.

“Great, I know this one coffee shop in downtown.”

And for the first time, I was starting to slowly reforge a bond with my mother.

As the weeks passed and the two of us got to know each other a little more, hanging out after work, going to the clubs, and going to the mall shopping for clothes.  Of course I had to buy them but hell we were using Deacy’s card and he didn’t seem to mind at all.  So long as we didn’t go crazy and spend all his hard-earned money at once.

And true to her word, my mum did in fact have pictures of almost all my main important events that have happened in my life. My first swim team competition, my school play freshman year, even my high school graduation.

Every important even, she was there.

One day she had came over to Deacy and Veronica’s place and we were both sitting on the couch. The two of us laughing and looking at all of the photos I’ve taken since I’ve been with the guys, explaining each and every picture.

“There us at Rockfield farm studios, Roger was messing around with the chickens, which I told him not to, then next thing he knew the rooster was chasing after him for over 15 minutes.”

“Wow, I must say these are probably the best taken pictures I’ve seen, you’ve really got a gift.”

“Yeah, Deacy says that all the time.” She sat there silent and she said.

“Hey how do you feel about road trips?” I looked at her and said.

“You’re looking at someone whose toured with the biggest band all over the world. A simple road trip wouldn’t hurt me. You—really mean it? You and me?”

“If you’re interested. Just you and me poppet.”

“I am…..mum.” She smiled and for the first time in a very long time, my mum embraced me.  I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.

“We’ll go first thing in the morning.” She told me and I nodded.

*John’s POV*

Seeing (y/n) hugging Kathrine like that made me feel so on edge.  In fact this entire time she’s been here I’ve felt this sickening feeling that history was going to repeat itself.

“Deacy?” I turned to see Brian standing behind me.  I had invited the lads over for supper and just so that way Katherine would be outnumbered should she try anything.

“If you’re going to tell me to stop spying on them, you might as well leave now.”

“You know—maybe she’s really trying to change. Maybe she did try to come back and patch things up with (y/n).” I turned to him and snarled out.

“She had 15 years to do that, don’t you think if she really cared about her own daughter she’d have come sooner?”

“I know Deacy and I’m not jumping to any conclusions yet but, from what I’ve seen so far. (Y/n) seems to really want to be with her mother. Maybe you could try to let go of the past and see that Katherine is seemingly wanting to change. At least do it for (y/n).”

“Everything I do is for her. I just—I just don’t want to see her get hurt again. For three years when she was first dropped off at my home, she always asked me ‘when’s mummy coming back?’ At the end of the three years by the time I was a teenager I just snapped and told her that she abandoned her. I felt awful in the way I had to explain it, took me over a week to finally get her to talk back to me. And I don’t know what’ll happen if she tries to leave her again.”

“I know mate, I know.” Brian wrapped an arm around me trying to get me to cheer up as I watched with a heavy heart as Katherine and (y/n) were planning out their summer road trip.

It was early the next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Robert getting fussy and felt Veronica stir beside me.

“I’ve got him love.”

“But you took care of him last time.”

“For you my darling, I would always take care of our children if it meant you could still sleep.” I kissed her temple down to her neck before getting up and heading over to Robert’s room.  “Alright my boy, what’s going on with you hmm?” I picked him up and he babbled.

“Hungwy dada.” Since Robert couldn’t quite get his R’s right they always sounded like w’s.  I smiled and said as I picked him up and held him in my arms.

“Okay buddy, what shall it be today hmm? Cheese on toast?”

“No yucky dada.”

“How dare you! Cheese on toast is a wonderful dish, you take that back mister man.” I teased as I began to tickle his sides making him laugh.  He squirmed in my hold and that’s when I saw the silhouette of aunt Katherine walking down the stairs.

I narrowed my eyes and peeked out of Robert’s bedroom door and swore I saw a suitcase in her hand. I told Robert to go over to our room and stay with his mum while I went down to see just exactly she thought she was doing.  

I silently walked down the stairs and saw her with the suitcase and she was about to grab her purse when I stopped her and said.

“Going out shopping again, Katherine?” she froze in her spot and turned around towards me and said.

“John I—I didn’t expect to see you up so early; I would’ve thought the tour exhausted you out.”

“Oh it did, but then again when my child needs me I’m always there for them. So where is it to this time?”

“Actually it’s not what you think. Work called in and I’ve got to check in on some things.”

“And what about the big road trip you and (y/n) had planned? Hmm? Were you going to let her in on your business?” I snapped.

“I was actually going to have you tell her for me.” She said.  I rolled my eyes and turned away from her shaking my head.

“I knew it.” I muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“You almost had me convinced. Almost I mean you finally convinced (y/n) but not anymore! I knew you could never change. You abandoned her once before and I knew that if you ever came back into her life again, you’d do it all over again!” My voice raising up louder and angrier than I ever thought I could go.

“John?” Veronica soon came down with Robert in her arms and the lads were right behind her as well, probably hearing my yelling.

“Jeez Deaks its barely 7 o’clock, what the hell is with all the yelling?” Questioned Roger.

“Katherine’s leaving (y/n) again.” I stated.  They all turned to her and Veronica said.

“Is this true Katherine?”

“And it gets better, she’s wanting me to tell (y/n) the road trip they both planned out together is cancelled instead of telling her herself.” I made sure to point out.

“It’s just business Veronica dear, if you were in my shoes you’d do the same. I promise I’ll keep better in touch this time.”

“Took you 15 years just to get back in touch.” I said. Seeing the look on my wife’s and my friends’ faces they finally got to see what I had seen all those years ago. From what I had told them, now they finally got to see it.  Veronica holding our son walked up to her and said.

“Katherine, if you walk out of (y/n)’s life now…..don’t you ever come back.” With that she walked back up the stairs passing the guys.  All was silent before I spoke up.

“May I have a moment alone with her?” I could already feel the tension from them.  I knew the guys were just as angry as I was because they cared for (y/n) as much as I did, even after knowing her after just 3 years. I heard them walk away until finally it was just Katherine and I in my front hallway. “Sit down.”

“I don’t have time for this John—”

“I said sit down Katherine!” I snapped as I finally turned back towards her and just saw her back as her hand was on the doorknob ready to walk out.  She sighed heavily and walked right past me and sat down on the living room couch.

I walked over toward her and sighed heavily and finally spoke my mind.

“You know; (y/n) was doing just fine until you showed up. But now that you’re back, you have responsibility for her.”

“Look I came back for her—”

“Oh bull. BULLSHIT!!” I yelled at her. “(Y/n) is not some purse that you hang up on a rack and then pick her up whenever you’re ready to use it. Her life goes on! She’s not supposed to be there for you, you’re supposed to be there for her!”

“You get off my back! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?! IT JUST HAPPENED!!!” She yelled at me as she stood up.  Her breathing was sharp and heavy as she tried to explain her reasoning, “After Derek left, I tried my best but it was just too much and I—”

“CUT THE RUBBISH! ALRIGHT! CUT IT!! Cause I’ve been there! But I didn’t run out on Veronica. I was there for her every day because that’s what a real parent does.”

“A real parent!? Fine. Then you’re a better father than my good-for-nothing man was. Hell John you must be better than any man in the world must be! The one in a million golden boy!” She cheered sarcastically. I shook my head at her and turned away from her. “Now are you going to tell (y/n) or not?”

“I’m not gonna do your dirty work for you.”

“Fine. I’ll—I’ll call her from the road then.”

“Yeah you do that.”

“I will.” She then walked out and that’s when we both heard (y/n)’s voice call out.

“Mummsy.” Katherine stopped in her tracks as (y/n) stood in front of me setting her bags down as she said, “You ready to head out?” Katherine turned towards (y/n) and put on that fake persona act and said as she walked up towards her.

“(Y/n) love glad I caught you. Umm…..some business came up that I gotta handle, so we’re gonna have to put our—trip on hold. You understand right?” (Y/n) was silent for a moment before she finally said.

“Yeah, yeah I understand.”

“Oh that’s great, I promise you I had no intention of having this come up.”

“No yeah I understand.”

“And it’ll only just be for a couple of weeks….well maybe even longer.”

“I get it, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“Look I’ll call you next week and we’ll iron out the details then, okay?” (Y/n) nodded.

I could tell from the second she got the news that (y/n) was heartbroken and I feared that she knew Katherine’s real reason for leaving.  She tried to pull off an understanding smile and voice but I could hear the cracks in her voice.

“It was great seeing you again poppet.” Katherine said as she reached out to her but (y/n) shrugged her off as she said.

“You too—Katherine.” She spat out her own mother’s name icily as she stared right at her.  Katherine knowing that she had lost her only child once more, sighed solemnly and left without another word, turning her back on (y/n) once more.

“I’m sorry love.” I heard a choked out laugh and that’s when (y/n) said.

“No this actually works out perfectly I mean with the tour about to resume I can get back to practicing before University starts and—”

“(N/n), you don’t have to pretend around me. It’s okay to be angry.” I assured her.

“Mad? Why should I be mad Deacy? I mean at least she said goodbye this time, right? Hell at least this time you won’t have to hear me complain ‘when’s mummy coming home?’ I’m not 4 years old anymore, I can handle it. I—just wish I didn’t waste my damn time building this fucking scrapbook!” She then pulled out from her bag a photo album and glued onto the cover was a recent picture of her and Katherine together.

With all the pictures she’s taken over the years, (y/n)’s other hobby included scrapbooking.  I saw that it had been completed decorated and detailed, almost like a professional had made it.  She set it down on the table and just glared down at it.

I slowly walked up to her but kept to her space because I knew it was only a matter of time before she would break down and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Darling, you know that if there was anything I could do to make this better—”

“No, no, no, no this works out for the best,” she said as she came up to me looking me right in the eye. “I mean it’s her loss anyway I mean I learned how to ride a bike by myself. Yeah sure the boys laughed at me but I got back up and showed them a thing or two about riding didn’t I?”

“Yes you did love bug.” I said with a fond smile remembering that day.

“And there was a hell of a lot of stuff I did without her. I learned how to shave, how to drive, I got over my first crush and date without her, I did prom without her, I had fifteen great birthdays without her! That bitch never even sent me a damn card. TO HELL WITH HER!!!” She turned and screamed at the door.

God she’s always tried to remain so optimistic about life and everything around her. Always tried to remain strong after being abandoned by both parents, she always tried to go on every day with a smile and a laugh but now she was finally letting all that pain out like a dam bursting.

Hearing her sharp breaths and the tremble in her voice just broke my heart.

“I never needed her then, and I’ll never need her now.” She snapped as she walked away.  I softly spoke her name as I reached out and touched her arm.  That’s when she turned around and said.

“Nah you know what Deacy? I’m gonna get through college without her. I’ll get my dream job without her. I’ll find me a good guy to be with, and then I’m going to have a whole bunch of kids. I’m gonna be a better mother than she ever was because there’s not a fucking thing she can teach me ABOUT HOW TO LOVE A CHILD!!!”

Her eyes were red from the tears pooling in her eyes and her face morphed from pure rage to brokenhearted with a snap of a finger.  It was almost like she had de-aged right before my eyes and was back to being that three year old girl that I once held in my arms whenever she cried about her parents.

“Why didn’t they want me?” At this point I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her and held her as close and as tightly as I could as I felt her wet my shoulder with her tears.  Her sobs pierced the room as I felt her go limp against me.  The two of us slowly collapsed to our knees but not once did I let my grip on her go loose.  I kept hold of her as I rubbed her back and whispered words of love and comfort in her ear.

*3rd Person POV*

Unaware that in behind the door that led to the dining room, Freddie, Roger and Brian stayed and overheard the entire conversation.  And overhearing their favorite girl break down like this, broke all their hearts.  Freddie wiped away his tears that were flooding down his face, almost ready to break down the door and just hug his little camera girl.

Brian who standing behind Freddie had a hand on his shoulder but he too had tears streaming down his face.  While Roger who was had pulled up one of the dining room chairs just a couple inches away from Fred, his back turned towards the door.

He was a mix between pure anger and heartbreak.  He wa tempted to knock over the china cabinet but also just break down into tears at hearing his partner in crime cry this much.  Never had he heard her make those sounds before and it just hurt him to the core.

Back with John and (y/n), she had finally managed to cry herself to sleep.  Deacy slowly picked her up bridal style when the guys decided to come into the living room and the second John saw their red, teary eyes, he knew that they had stayed and overheard everything.

“You heard it all I assume?” John asked more as a statement than a question.

“We didn’t mean to impose John.” Said Brian.

“It’s fine, beats having to tell you guys and having her relive that pain and exhausting myself to repeat the same story.” He said as he looked down at his little cousin. Roger came up towards Deacy and stroked (y/n)’s head.

“The poor dear” Freddie said solemnly.

“Guess you were right about her Deacy.” Brian said.

“There will be plenty of time for ‘I told you so’s’ later, right now I should get (y/n) back into her room so she can get the proper rest she needs.” Deacy then took his cousin upstairs and placed her back in her bed.

He tucked her in and brushed away the hair from her face and lightly kissed her forehead before leaving her room to head back downstairs.

As time went on and it was around late afternoon the guys were still hanging around John’s place, agreeing to stay until (y/n) woke up so that the five of them could have a talk. Veronica who was currently walking up the stairs to check up (y/n) muttered to herself.

“Oh I hope she’s okay.” She got to the door and lightly knocked on it and said, “(Y/n), (y/n) love it’s Veronica, may I come in?” She heard nothing.  She knocked again and said, “(Y/n)?” when she didn’t get a response, she opened the door to see a shocking sight.

The bedsheets had been turned over and the bedroom window was open, the curtains blowing with the wind.

“Oh no, John!” she cried out as she raced back down the stairs.  The boys heard footsteps running down the stairs and when they saw Veronica, the first thing they saw was her frantic state.  John immediately went up to his wife holding her arms and said.

“Love calm down, what’s going on?”

“(Y/n)’s is missing.”

“What? What do you mean missing?!” demanded Roger.

“I went to check on her but when I opened the door she wasn’t in her room. The window was open and—” without getting another word, the four bandmates raced up the stairs to see that Veronica was telling the truth.  She came up behind them as Deacy and Brian raced towards the window and looked down.

“She must’ve scaled down using the pipes along the house.” Suggested Brian.

“My darlings, her bag is gone.” Freddie stated as he stood by the closet and sure enough the bags that she had used for the upcoming road trip were gone.

“She could be anywhere by now.” Brian said but then I snapped.

“She could be out of the country for all we know because we don’t know how long she’s been gone for!”

“Deacy calm down.” Roger said.

“I swear if anything happens to that girl, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Don’t worry darling we’ll find her.” Fred assured me as he placed a hand on my shoulder.  “We’ll turn London upside down if we have too to find her.”

We then split up into teams.  I called my mum first to take care of Robert and watch over him then once she took care of him Veronica and I checked in the square, Fred took the studio, and Brian and Roger took the park.

It was an endless search trying to find her, and I pray to God we find her alive.  It would be dark soon and all the freaks and psychopaths love to come out at night.

*3rd Person POV*

It was hours into the search and sunset would soon be near and still no one had found any signs of (y/n).  After search the studio, Fred decided to help Brian and Roger in the park while Deacy and Veronica tried the mall, hoping that maybe (y/n) had gone inside since it was getting dark soon.

Fred and Brian teamed up together to search one side of the park while Roger was near by the lake searching on his own.  It was then he took notice of something underneath the bridge nearby.  He quickly ran towards the bridge and low and behold he had found (y/n).

She was huddled under the bridge, her knees tucked in close to her body sniffling softly. Roger took notice of the tearstains on her face and he felt his heart break once more.  He cautiously approached her and knelt down beside her and softly said her name.

*My POV*

I sniffled and felt more tears run down my face.  I thought that I had finally found a place to cry in peace without risking anyone coming near me and asking questions when I heard the familiar soft, spoken voice of Roger Taylor say my name.  I jumped up but then groaned and turned my back on him.

“Oh god…..”

“You know you really gotta pick your hiding spots. I mean seriously you have no idea how many people could see you—”

“Why are you here Roger?!” I snapped.

“We’ve been scouring the entire town looking for you (n/n). You gave us all quite a scare.” He said. I didn’t respond to him, just scooted as far away from him as I could and put my bag between us giving me that extra space I needed. “You wanna talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My dad never wanted me, my mum never wanted me, nobody ever wants me.”

“That’s not true—”

“Open your eyes Roger!” I snapped at him as I felt a new wave of tears hit me.  “All my life I’ve had to hear all my friends telling me what great parents they have. You know my dad fought in Vietnam, my mom’s a real estate’s agent. My parents help support me. Well—both my parents never wanted me! Yeah I had Deacy and aunt Lillian but they are just my cousin and aunt. It’s not the same! My whole life I had to be loved by someone whose not my parent and I hate it! I hate it soo much!” I lowered my head choking on my sobs.

It was then I felt Roger’s arms wrap around me and I felt him place my head over his heart, each beat of his heart trying to soothe my tormented mind.  He stroked down my hair and he said.

“Do you remember back on Ridge farm when Brian took us all out to that one area of woods to see the stars? Paul forced himself into the getaway, so to mess with him you filled his bag with rocks and used that lizard you came across to put on his bottle as well as on his head.”

“And then it crawled into his mouth.” I finished.

“Yeah pure stroke of genius.” He chuckled. “(N/n), you may think you’re unloved, but that is absolute bollocks. You are loved. By Deacy, Brian, Fred, me, Veronica, hell even Miami. We all love you, and if anything had happened to you, we wouldn’t know what to do.” He wiped the tearstains away from my cheek with his thumb before lifting my chin up to face him, forcing me to stare into his baby blue eyes.  “The only one who doesn’t deserve to be loved and wanted is your mother. Anyone who could play you like that, has no right to be called a parent. You are way out of her league.”

“Then why would she come back pretending to care?” Roger just looked at me sadly and he said.

“I wish I had the right answer. But I can tell you this; you’re sweet, you’re kind, smart, beautiful. You’ve got more sass in one finger than Deacy will ever have in his entire body. And it’s like you said one day in the way off deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep.” I laughed softly as he kept repeating the word deep at least four more times before continuing, “distant future, you’ll become a mother yourself and I know that you’ll be twice the mother than your own was.” He tucked some of my hair behind my ears, revealing them before gently cupping my chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“How is it that a dentist ends up being wiser than both the astrophysicist and electrical engineer?”

“I was never a dentist and you know it.” He said as he playfully squeezed the tip of my nose shaking my head which made me laugh again as I pushed his hand away making him laugh softly.  He then leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine.

This was a special little thing that Roger loved to do with me. It was our own secret little comforting mechanism.  I was actually the first one to do it to him when he once had a breakdown after a show. He just seemed so peeved about something that the lads almost feared that he’d throw out another telly set. So I took the risk and took his hands in mine and just placed my forehead against his and just held that position till he calmed down.

From then on, whenever one of us was mad or upset, the forehead touch helped bring the other back to Earth.  He then wrapped his arms around me giving me his famous bear hugs.  His hand stroked down my hair as his head now moved next to mine while my head rested against his shoulder and the two of us sat there for a while in silence.

“C’mon kid, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t think I can.” I muttered sadly.

“Why’s that?”

“Deacy.” I simply answered.  Roger separated from me and he said.

“He’s not mad (y/n)…..”

“You don’t get it, you may have seen John Deacon the man who can crumble you down with just two sentences, but you’ve yet to see what happens when he redirects that anger and mixes it with overprotective behavior.”

“Love, he’s been worried sick about you. He needs to know that his little sis is safe. I know I would.” I sighed heavily and said.

“But what if he does get mad?”

“I’ll talk to him. If anyone knows a thing about overreacting it’s me.” I smiled softly and that’s when Rog stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

“You promise to have my back?”

“Partners in crime till the very end. Just like those two cats in that poem you like so much.” I smiled up at him and took his hand and he helped me up as he took my bag over his shoulder and had his free arm wrapped around my shoulder as he guided me back to his car and he drove me back to Deacy and Veronica’s.

*3rd Person POV*

The sun had set about 5 minutes ago and with almost everyone back at John’s place, no one had found her.  John who was running his hands through his hair frantic with worry as his wife tried to calm him down.

“Maybe we should call the police.” Suggested Brian.

“No need Brian.” Roger’s voice soon spoke up as he opened the door.  Everyone turned to see that the drummer had finally came back.

“And just where were you all this time Roger dear?”

“Bringing back a lost lamb.” He then gestured with his arm and soon walking in cautiously was (y/n). Immediately everyone began crowding around her asking her questions about where she was and why she ran away like that.

Sensing his partner in crime’s nervousness and anxiety he told everyone.

“Guys, guys back it up. Don’t crowd her all at once.” John who merely stood there by the couch in shock to see his cousin alive and well.  Roger looked to Deacy and pressed his hand to (y/n)’s back. She looked up at him and he nodded to her and she cautiously walked towards her cousin, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

“Where did you find her?” asked Freddie.

“At the park underneath the Churchill bridge. Poor girl was crying her eyes out.” Roger whispered.  Veronica ten decided to allow her husband and (y/n) to have some alone time so she guided the boys into the kitchen for a proper meal after their long search while she called Lilian to tell her that they found (y/n) and that she would pick Robert up in the morning.

(Y/n) stood in front of her cousin.  John looked down at her before finally raising his hands to cup both sides of her face to lift her face up so that he could get a good look at her.

“You’re not hurt are you?” he asked.  With a shake of her head, Deacy sighed with relief and immediately embraced her before openly weeping into her shoulder.  She hugged her cousin back whimpering.

“I’m sorry I ran away. I’m sorry Deacy, I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh, you’re home now. Safe and unharmed and that’s all I care about now. It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay dove.” The two cousins kept hold of each other trying to draw strength from each other knowing that they were going to get by and be okay.

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John Stones - Take my picture..

Hi for the John stones imagine could you do maybe you work at the club he works at and yous fall in love and there’s a kiss ty so so much xxx

A/N: Okay, don’t hate me, I know very little about this sport. I keep meaning to start watching but I never know when it’s in season. So if this sucks, I really am sorry. 

The first day of anything was the worse. But, add on being in a new job, in a whole different country, and with a whole different sport and you got you, a big ball of nerves. 

You followed what you were told and went right to the main building and asked for Paul. 

“Ah Miss Y/N Welcome to Manchester City.” Paul greeted. 

Paul, was a semi bald guy who body seemed to tall for his head. He had a really nice smile thought and he was kind to you. 

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, feeling a little better.  You began to follow Paul down a long hallway, before going outside to the next building over.

“I saw your stuff you did for the NFL and NHL. I have to say missy you have a skill I haven’t seen in years.” He gave you a wink and a comforting smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“Have you always done sports photography?” 

“Kind of. I started in school, with the sports. It was a pass time, but it wasn’t until high school when a teacher told me I should go forward with it. She made me take pictures of everything, but sports just seemed to be the one thing I really want to do.” 

“Well, I’m sure glad she made you do it. I’ve been around these clubs for a while now, and I’ve never seen such breathtaking photo’s of sweaty guys before.” Paul laughed as he held the door open for you. You thanked him once again, before seeing the field come into view. 

There was something about the field that made you pick up your camera that sat upon your neck. Paul smiled as he watched you. He really hoped you stay for a while. 

“Mr. Guardiola.” Paul hummed as he walked up to a tanned man who looked less than thrilled, but once he saw Paul a smile appeared. 

“Ahh Mr. Goose.”

“This is Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul smiled as he gestured towards you. You stood up straight and extended your hand out. 

“Pep Guardiola, you can call me Pep or coach whatever you please.” Pep smiled as he shook your hand. “Wow nice handshake, better than most of my guys.” He laughed.

“I was told you must have a firm handshake if you want to be notice.” You quoted one of your good friends who you met in the NHL. 

“Wise friend.” He smiled as he looked over at the guys on the field. 

Paul waved goodbye to you both and made sure to tell you that if you needed anything to come find him. 

“So, I’m sure you know what your job is but I am required to repeat it all.” Pep rolled his eyes in a playful manner as he took a seat. You took a seat next to him and took a photo of the players. Pep smiled as he watched you. 

Everyone seemed to agree that when you took pictures, you were in a whole new world. Half of the time you didn’t even realize you were taking pictures, until you got home and looked through them. 

“So basically, you are here every game, and practice. You’ll also be at event’s and away games. The club pays for your room and everything. Your days off on when the guys have one, and time from time you will be one on one with certain players, for certain task but I’ll tell you when. Any questions?” 

*Snap*

“No, I think am good.” You smiled, before getting off your seat and closer to the field. 

You knew your limits on where you could stand so Pep just watched you from his seat, while every once in a while yelling at one of the players. 

You were so lost in taking pictures that you almost didn’t heard coach yell for the boys to get clean up. As the players went back to the locker room, you took the time to look through the photos. 

“Once, the boys are done, I want you to met them.” Pep said as he left to enter the locker room. 

You shook your head even thought he couldn’t see. You felt the nerves come back. Pulling out your phone you texted the one person you knew who could calm you. Luke Witkowski. 

“I’m about to meet the team and I think am going to either puke or shit myself.” You texted.

“Haha, well that would be a nice meeting.” Luke typed back.

“Yeah, not helping.” 

“Relax. Think of them as the guys, but with a ball instead of a hockey puck.” 

“Okay..”

“And just remember they are going to love you anyways because you’re now part of their family. Breath. And if they don’t love you, just remember we know how to kick butt. :D” 

You laughed, as you slipped your phone back into your pocket. 

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet the team. Guys this is Y/N, you’re new photographer. Please be nice.” 

“Coach, were always nice.” One of them yelled making the rest of them giggle.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go home and get some sleep lads.” Pep laughed. “Oh John could you do me a favor and show Y/N around first.” 

“Course.” A smiling Blonde said as he stood back. You had to admit he wasn’t bad on the eyes at all. 

“I’m John Stone, the best looking lad on the team.” He joked as he began walking you around the arena.  

“I feel like your teammates would fight you on that.” You laughed.

“Yeah, probably right on that.” He laughed. Ugh, he even had a really good laugh, you thought as he guide you around. 

Maybe that’s why you did what you did. You really weren’t thinking, and he knew that but he still found it cute. 

“So, I think that’s really it, but I’ll give you mine number and you can give me yours then I can show you around the town.” He giggled as he handed you his phone. You handed him yours as well. 

“Okay, well I’ll text you later maybe we could get some dinner or something.” He smiled. 

“Sounds good. Thank you. Bye.” You said before placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

It didn’t hit you right away, but when it did you wanted to die. 

“Oh I didn’t mean that. I just, I, Yeah am going to go die in a hole or something.” You rambled as you tried to walk away, but John grabbed you.

“You’re cute.” He smiled before looking around to make sure no one was around, before giving you an actual kiss. 

You were shocked when he pulled away. 

“Dinner, tonight. I’ll call you.” He smiled as you walked towards your car in a daze. 

It wasn’t until you hit the car that you realized that this couldn’t happen. You couldn’t date a player. You could get fired.

-Julianne