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Lost (7) - The Reason

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 5.5k

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-And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away-

Sam mentally apologized to you. You’ve kept Tara safe, you gave her sister the love she deserved, yet here Sam was, in a car she stole from you, out of gas about a mile away from Amber’s house because she was so blinded by rage. At least she managed to park it so it wasn’t in the middle of the road, but she would still leave it in the middle of the forest. And there was a gas station just ten miles prior, but, again, she was too consumed by anger.

Well, she’d apologize is she made it out of this alive. What she was about to do was reckless, she knew that, but as far as she was concerned, she'd either have a backup or she'd get both killers at once. So, she called Richie.

"Sam!" he sounded relieved, but that didn't matter, Amber was kissing Tara, playing the part of the worried girlfriend when she was the one who hurt Tara. "Where are you? I was worried sick!"

"It doesn't matter. It's Amber, she's the Ghostface, I'm heading to her place now," she revealed.

"W-What? Who is the other one? Wait, that's not important! Why are you willingly going to the killer's house? Please tell me you brought that MMA fighter with you, or that you are at least armed," Richie's voice was filled with panic and worry. Sam still hadn't decided what he was worried about.

"I left Y/N to protect Tara. I'll figure out who the other one is soon enough," she chose to reveal some more information, she wouldn't mention the knife she had with her, or that she was already walking toward Amber’s house.

"Please wait until I get back there. I went back to Modesto thinking you'd be there," Richie told her and it only made her more suspicious.

"Fine," she told him and hung up. She wouldn't wait though, she stopped just for a moment to send a just-in-case kind of message to Tara. 'I love you, I'm sorry for hurting you, please stay safe.' she typed it but then changed her mind and sent it as a voice message.

Sam didn't intend to die, and if she did die, she'd take Amber with her, but if she did die at least Tara would have some closure, at least she could listen to the voice message when she missed Sam.

But Tara would get over it, she was the strongest person Sam knew, her brave little sister, her survivor, she would stay strong, pushing on even if Sam was no longer there. It would be hard for Tara, Sam knew that, but eventually Tara would be fine. Tara would have you; she’d be fine as long as you were by her side.

With that in her mind, she saw the house, big, but otherwise entirely normal, not in any way indicating that a heartless killer who’d turn on her girlfriend and try to kill her twice lived there. Sam approached the front door, a knife in her hand. She had her guard up as she entered the house, checking the dark corners, and being as quiet as she could. So far all she saw were remnants of a party. She saw 'For Wes' hanging in the air and her heart broke a bit. Wes didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to die because of some stupid legacy. No one did. To make it even more cruel the party was held in the house of the one who killed him, or at the very least worked with his killer.

The few moments she chose to spare to grieve were a blunder she shouldn't have allowed as she felt a knife stabbing her in the back,

"It's so nice of you to join us Sam," the Ghostface taunted her as she managed to stumble away from her attacker and pointed the knife at whoever it was, she guessed it was Amber, but she couldn't rule out the possibility that it was the other one.

"Amber," Sam still growled, clenching her teeth to push down the pain. If Tara could fight with several wounds like this one, then Sam could fight as well.

"Oh, great, you figured it out!" Amber took the mask off, revealing her swollen cheek.

"Y/N's doing?" Sam taunted hoping to rile Amber up and provoke an attack.

Amber opened her mouth wide, revealing two broken teeth. "You mean this? Yeah, Tara's fucking guard dog really doesn't hold back," Sam could see the desire to kill you in Amber's eyes. "Too bad you didn't bring her."

Sam smirked. "Why bother her? You've already proven you can't beat her fairly, even two-on-one," her taunting had the desired effect as Amber rushed her with a furious scream. It was exactly what Sam was waiting for. She stepped to the side, hoping to end the fight as quickly as possible. There was still a chance the other Ghostface was in the house. And then the realization hit her. Amber was already in her costume. The only question was, was Amber expecting her, or was she in the middle of attacking someone? And if she was in the middle of attacking someone else, who was it?

Sam slashed at Amber, just barely grazing the younger girl's shoulder. It wasn't enough though, as Amber cried out and slammed her shoulder into Sam. With the wind knocked out of her Sam dropped her knife and barely managed to avoid another stab. All hopes of getting the knife back vanished when Amber kicked the knife under the kitchen sink, so Sam ran, hoping to get some other weapon. She ran up the stairs, having no idea where she was heading in the unfamiliar house. With Amber hot on her heels, Sam only had the choice to rush into the first room she came across.

When she came in, she saw it all. The blood, the three bodies on the floor, the knife that was used, she saw it all, and she felt sick, she froze, and Amber just stopped behind her. "No... What have you done?! Mindy! Chad!" Sam cried out at the sight of the twins, tied up and bleeding out on the floor with a girl Sam didn't recognize.

"They were supposed to be the bait for you to come back, but you came to us before we could even take photos of them," the voice that spoke was the same voice she heard over the phone, the one from the voice changer. Sam realized too late the second Ghostface came up to her and stabbed her twice.

"I'm so glad I get to kill you," he spoke, and Sam knew who it was before he even took the mask off. It still hurt to see Richie taking the mask off. In the end her and Tara shared the same fate, both being betrayed by their lover. Only, Sam didn’t have anyone to come for her, Tara had you, and Sam, in her struggles, fears and self-doubt, never formed that kind of bond with anyone. Sam didn’t have her protector, or someone to protect that wasn’t her sister. "I know, it sucks that it's me, but it was the best option for the movie," he said, only infuriating her further, but with the knife in her stomach, she really didn't have anything she could do. The only reason she was still standing was because of her anger.

"This isn't a fucking movie," she still gasped, the pain and anger mixed together in her voice, yet Richie only snickered at that.

"Oh, but it will be, but we need a few more guests before we get to the grand finale," a blunt hit to her head knocked Sam out.

When she regained consciousness, she had no idea how much time had passed. She did, however, know her head was killing her, she was in pain from the stab wounds, and she had her wrists and ankles tied up.

Sam failed. She went alone and failed miserably. Now she was defenseless, bleeding out on the kitchen floor with Sidney and Gale in a similar situation.

"Fuck," she groaned and watched as Richie and Amber came back to the kitchen. What followed their arrival was the sickest tale she ever heard. A tale of two crazy fans taking a movie that was over two decades old at this point way too seriously. The pounding in her head made it difficult to focus on their sickening reasons, and then Richie approached her.

"It wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto. It wasn't that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days," he could talk all he wanted, her anger was already past its peak when Tara first got attacked. "Speaking of sexually available women, it wasn't hard for Amber to fuck Tara either. I guess a bit of attention is all it takes when you get abandoned like she was," at that, Sam's anger went above boiling point, and she tried as hard as she could to get free. The tape only dug into her wrists, but it didn't hurt at all compared to the pain she felt when he mentioned Tara and what was done to her.

And then the phone rang and everybody, but Sidney froze.

"I'm guessing that's for you," Sidney smirked slightly as Richie picked up the phone.

~X~

You approached the front doors with your phone on speaker. From the corner of your eye, you could see blood on the grass. You just hoped whoever got hurt there was still alive. Someone picked up the phone and you spoke. "The resident guard dog on the phone. I have a bone to pick with you," you said and kicked the front doors open. It slammed against the wall, unhinged from the doorframe and making it loud and clear where you were.

You didn't even bother to be quiet. You couldn't be quiet. "Come on out Amber and whoever the other one is. Richie? Chad? My money is on Richie," you announced your presence quite loudly as you entered the living room. Still no one holding a knife or any other weapon in sight as you looked around Amber’s house. And then you saw Richie in the kitchen. With a gun. "Oh, it is you," you weren’t surprised, to be entirely honest.

Richie pointed the gun at someone you couldn't see. "Stay the fuck back Y/N or I'll blow Sam's brains out."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really now? I want you to reconsider that just for a moment," you took a step forward. "Think long and hard how about many bullets you have and how many it'll take to kill me. Four didn't, are you sure you'll have enough this time," even one bullet would be fine, if he aimed well, but you could see his nerves getting to him. You were standing there, bandage on your jaw off, any visible bandages off, spreading your arms and confidently standing there, not a single hint of pain or fatigue in your body language.

A shadow from your side made you abruptly step back and just as Amber went to stab you, you went behind her and grabbed her. You pushed her to her knees and tossed the knife out of her hands. Amber let out a scream of frustration as you put her in a chokehold. "Looks like we are at an impasse," the implications were rather clear, Richie shoots, you snap Amber's neck.

"Shoot her!" Amber growled, trying to scratch her way out of your grip.

"You sure his aim is that good?" You asked rhetorically and tightened your grip on the girl. She tried to reach your face or neck when digging her nails into your arms didn't do anything. "That's it, keep glaring. you're hardly even a challenge," you had to keep Amber's attention on you.

"Fucking, guard dog," she choked out, that really was her favorite name for you, wasn't it? You watched as Richie aimed his gun at you, but his hand trembled. He wouldn't shoot, he wouldn’t risk killing Amber, besides, as far as he was concerned the three of you really were at an impasse, so he was safe.

"What was it you used to say, Amber? Tara barks and I bite?" you taunted before turning to Richie. "Take a few steps back Richie," you ordered.

"What?" well, your demand was a bit unusual from his point of view.

"Now," to get the point across you tightened your grip enough to actually start choking Amber.

Amber gasped for air, her arms once again reaching for your forearm to try and get free, but it was a losing battle. At least now she knew how it felt to fight for air, how Tara felt. That thought alone made you squeeze even harder.

"Fine, fine!" Richie raised his hands up and stepped back once, then again, then the third time.

"Bark, bark, fucker," you smirked as a crutch slammed into the back of Richie's head. Sam gasped. Someone else gasped. Tara went ballistic on the now-crying Richie, and you tossed Amber over the sofa as she coughed and gasped for air.

The moment Tara saw you approaching the two of you nodded at one another and she stopped her assault on Richie to go and untie Sam. Richie stumbled back to his feet and tried to attack Tara from behind, only to be stopped by you grabbing his wrist.

"None of that," you warned, glaring furiously at him and dislocating his right shoulder. Just as the frosting on the cake you then landed several blows to his head. Someone running up the stairs caught your attention, but you figured you'd handle Amber after you dealt with Richie.

"Chad and Mindy are upstairs, they were stabbed!" Sam was struggling to get back up as she told you that.

Your eyes widened at the new information, and you glanced at Sam. She wasn't exactly ready to fight, but it would have to do. "He's all yours Sam," just in case you hit Richie again, knocking the air out of his lungs.

You ran after Amber, catching up to her at the top of the stairs. She had a knife, so you guessed she wanted to either take one of the twins hostage or finish them off. "No! No, stay back! I didn't mean to do this! I was radicalized! Please Y/N, I'm just a dumb kid!" she cried out when she realized she couldn't reach the twins in time. When she realized you were still more than capable of catching up to her and beating her, despite all the injuries you suffered.

"So?” you saw the gun before she could catch you by surprise again. "Come on now," you sighed, threw a feint, and grabbed the gun behind her back. You could see fear in Amber's eyes, fear so strong and overwhelming that she ran and jumped over the fence just to get away from you. She cried out in pain and clutched her ankle. Was it broken? It hardly mattered. You walked down the stairs as gunshots echoed, exactly three gunshots.

~X~

It was over. She killed Richie. She shot him. The nightmare would soon be over.

"Sam," Tara's voice, so small and on the verge of crying broke Sam out of her daze and she stumbled over to her younger sister. Tara hugged her as tightly as she could, crying into Sam's shirt. "Don't ever do that again, don't ever leave me like that again," Tara choked on her tears. “Do you have any idea how afraid I was? All I could think about was reaching you in time!” she desperately tried to hug her even tighter, to make sure Sam would never do anything nearly as reckless.

Sam hugged Tara just as tightly. Fearing Tara would slip from her grasp if she held even a bit weaker. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll never leave you again. I swear I'll never hurt you again," she tearfully promised. She had five, no, ten years’ worth of Tara's pain and loneliness to make up for and she'd do it. She'd turn her life around for Tara. She'd be better for Tara. She'd do anything she possibly could to make sure Tara was happy and taken care of. That was what Tara was to Sam, she was the reason Sam would get her life together.

~X~

You wanted to check on Tara, but you'd have to believe in her.

"Wait, wait Y/N! I killed Dewey, don't you think Gale and Sidney deserve a shot?" you didn't know if Amber was trying to distract you or if she actually thought that. It didn't matter.

"I don't care. You hurt Tara," you pointed the gun at Amber's head. Somehow your hand felt really heavy. Come on, just shoot... end this nightmare. Shoot! But you couldn’t…

Amber laughed when she saw the look on your face, your eyes gave you away. "You really are hopeless, Y/N!" she was trying to taunt you, but her voice barely registered in your head.

The image of your father's gun overlapped with the one in your hand. It wasn't about Amber, it was the act of firing the gun itself that was keeping your finger frozen on the trigger.

"What's left to love, hmm?! Tara will never be the same! Scars, doubts, paranoia, she could even turn out to be like her mother, a drunk. You can try all you want, but you'll never erase the mark I left on her," the maniacal grin, the satisfaction Amber felt due to what she did to Tara, it all fueled your anger.

Your finger still couldn't move.

Amber laughed and, perhaps seeing your inability to fire, lunged at you with a knife.

A gunshot echoed before she could reach you and you watched with wide eyes as Amber's body just dropped.

"You didn't leave a mark," Tara declared as she lowered the gun, Sam coming right behind her with Sidney and Gale.

You lowered the gun in your hand to the floor and without saying a word walked over to Tara. You reached her and took her hands, slowly separating her fingers from it as she shut her eyes. With the gun out of her hands you made sure it wouldn’t fire and gingerly placed it on the table. You hated that your hesitation, your inability to fire, made Tara do it. You made Tara kill. "It wasn't what she was saying. I just... spent years trying to prevent myself from pulling the trigger, so now that I should have, I just couldn't do it," you whispered barely loud enough for Tara to hear.

Tara seemed to deflate at those words as she stumbled into your arms. She glanced down at Amber's body and quickly looked away, burying her face in your chest and clutching the back of your shirt. You could feel a single tear dropping from her chin onto your shirt and you just held her, just pulled her closer.

"Come on, let's get out of here," you whispered gently and lifted her up, making sure she couldn't see the body. As you took the first step you heard police sirens approaching. That got you to raise an eyebrow and look at Tara who just forced a smile.

"Better safe than sorry," she said and for a moment you wondered why you didn’t just call the police in the first place.

Then you remembered how they left Tara at the hospital... 'Yeah, that's why,' you thought and took Tara outside.

~X~

Mindy and Chad would live, but Liv bled out before help could reach her. Before Sam even arrived actually. Overall, between new wounds and old wounds needing to be treated once again, every single one of you would need medical treatment.

You did have one question, so, as Sam watched over Tara you walked over to Sidney and Gale. "So, how did you get my number?"

Gale looked at you incredulously, as if silently asking 'Really? That's what you want to know?' you just shrugged; you were curious, so you asked. "You do know you're an MMA fighter and that I am an investigative journalist, right? It really wasn't that difficult," yeah, that made sense, you supposed.

"Right. I don't appreciate the tracker on my car, but I guess I owe you one for that," it didn't take much time to figure out Sam would be dead if that damn tracker wasn't on your car, or if Sidney called you even ten minutes later than she did. It was also lucky they called you when your car stopped in the middle of nowhere and you told them Amber’s address.

"Considering what happened inside, I'd say we're even," Sidney sighed and you raised your hands in surrender, if they thought you were even, you wouldn't argue. The last couple of days drained away your ability to argue.

"Right, take care," you stepped back and motioned toward Tara. "I'm going back to Tara," you said and went back to the ambulance Tara and Sam were in.

“Thanks for coming after me,” Sam gave you and Tara a small smile and judging by how Tara leaned a bit closer to her, you figured she already thanked Tara while you were with Gale and Sidney.

“Thanks for stealing my car,” you did not appreciate it being left on the side of the road.

Sam looked away and Tara turned to look at you as if she couldn’t believe what you just said. “Really?”

Your eye twitched at her reaction. “Sorry I don’t like my car being stolen,” you grumbled and then sighed, giving in when Tara kept looking at you with those doe eyes of hers. “Fine, but Sam is paying for the gas.”

~X~

Three days later Tara was finally getting released from the hospital, but there was an issue with that. She would be going back to her house. And no one went there since the night Tara was attacked. You could feel how anxious Tara was last night when she was told she would be released today, you could see it in her eyes as she frantically turned to look at you. If your apartment was any bigger you would have taken her there, but given the lack of space and her broken leg it just wouldn’t work, especially when it came to bathroom, and Tara refused to allow you to rent a bigger apartment.

So, here you were, in front of Tara’s house with a bag in your hand. It wasn’t the biggest house in Woodsboro, hell, Amber’s house was bigger, but it wasn’t a small house either. The grass needed to be cut soon, but it could wait a few more days, it was more important to handle what was inside. With a heavy feeling in your heart, you approached the front doors. Did Amber come in through the front doors? You didn’t know, you didn’t ask Tara anything about the attack, and she didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t want to remember it.

You opened the front doors and immediately stepped back. The stale air you could take, but the moment you smelt even a hint of blood you nearly threw up, consumed by what happened inside. And Tara was supposed to come back here. You hunched forward, gasping for air and then you saw them, a few red spots on the floor, dried up a long time ago, but clearly there.

Your legs shook. You’ve seen blood plenty of times before, drops just like those back in the octagon, but you still struggled to push forward to get inside the house. There wasn’t any more blood in the hall, so Amber likely didn’t come inside the moment she stabbed Tara there. Knowing Tara, she likely back away so that meant…

You looked down the hall, toward the kitchen and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you began, likely somewhat tracing Tara’s steps, you stopped at the wall, right next to the opening leading into the kitchen and the dining area and you leaned your forehead against it. “I should have been here,” you pressed your right palm on it, your fingers pressing harshly against the rough wall.

You had no idea how long you stayed there, but eventually you stepped back and walked into the kitchen and you felt your heart breaking into countless pieces. There was so much blood in front of you. A smudge on top of the counter, as if Tara was slammed against. A nick on the counter that wasn’t there before, likely from the knife hitting it. Stains on the floor from trying to escape.

You knew what you would see, but you still couldn’t stop shaking. You should have shot her, you should have used every single bullet in that gun and then you should have taken a knife. You clenched your jaw and opened the bag you brought. You had a lot of cleaning to do.

~X~

She was going back to her house. She didn’t want to, but she had to. She needed to get over the trauma, to learn how to feel safe even if she was alone. She grew so used to you being by her side almost all the time, and no matter what happened between the two of you that couldn’t be maintained, you couldn’t always be close to her.

And neither could Sam. There would be days when Tara would have to be without either of you, and the sooner she got over her trauma the better. She could not let three days define the rest of her life.

But first, going back to her house. She was standing on her own, using her crutches while she was waiting for her papers with Sam right next to her.

“I can wait, you should go and sit down,” Sam said, worriedly glancing at Tara’s broken leg.

Tara smiled, nudging her sister slightly. “I’m fine Sam,” and while she didn’t say it, a part of the reason she didn’t want to go and sit alone was how vulnerable she would feel surrounded by vaguely familiar people. And she didn’t want to leave Sam alone either. Sam got hurt as well when she was alone.

She glanced toward the main entrance, and the tension and anxiety that threatened to consume her faded away as she saw you walking in, looking around briefly before your eyes met. Sam must have noticed because she chuckled a bit and patted Tara’s shoulder. Tara blushed at that, Sam wasn’t even back for a week, and she was teasing her.

The moment you were close enough Tara leaned forward, letting you support her weight. Her eyes widened slightly when you wrapped your arms around her, your arms shaking slightly. She felt your shuddering breath against her neck, and she was reminded of that time in front of her house, right after you tried to… she didn’t want to think about that. You were with her now, and you’d stay with her for the rest of her life and as long as you wanted her in your life, she would never let you go.

“Tara,” she heard you whispering and hugged you, not caring that her crutches would drop to the floor. Sam must have caught them, because she didn’t hear them falling, or maybe she was just so focused on being in your arms that nothing else pierced through the bubble you two created.

She kissed your cheek, dug her fingers into your hair and pulled you closer. The feeling of your strong arms wrapped around her, the sensation as her lips pressed against your skin, her fingers in your hair, she never wanted to be without that.

“Thank you for surviving,” you told her so quietly she was sure only she could hear you, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hear you if she was even a few inches further away from you. And she understood what was going through your mind.

You went to her house, you saw it all, didn’t you? “Y/N,” she pulled back a bit, just so she could press her forehead against yours. She felt as if she was about to melt at how softly you were looking at her eyes. “Thank you for staying by my side,” she could overcome this, all of this and even more, as long as she had you, she would be fine.

“That goes without saying,” you said as if you didn’t do what no one else did, you said it as if you didn’t stay by her side and protect her and she had to bite her lower lip just to stop herself from kissing you. “Do you want me to stay with you at your place?”

She wanted that, she wanted to make up for the lost time, to have you by her side, but she knew she also needed to spend some time alone. To once again start feeling safe on her own. “I’ll be fine, I promise,” she replied. “And I’ll call you if I need you,” she reassured you, though she would try her best not to call you.

“I don’t like interrupting, but we can go now,” Tara didn’t need to look at Sam to know she had a grin on her face.

“Right, up you go,” you lifted her up and smiled as she made herself comfortable in your arms, and you took her to your car.

~X~

It was her third night back in her house. She was afraid of her own shadow, alone in her house, since Sam had to go to Modesto to handle the life she was leaving behind. She was vulnerable, she needed time to get up, she couldn’t protect herself, or escape if she needed.

Her house was locked, she was safe, she was alone, no one could hurt her. Yet, as much as she kept repeating that mantra she couldn’t calm down. She couldn’t play any music, or watch a movie, fearing the noise would keep her from hearing if anyone was in her house, or if anyone was trying to break in. And she tried to fall asleep, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t handle being caught off guard.

She couldn’t do this. She made it through the first night alone, she couldn’t sleep the second night and only fell asleep when you came to her house in the morning. And now she once again couldn’t sleep. She took her phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the past few hours, once again looking at your name.

She called you, unable to stand the horror she felt. It was one in the morning, yet you answered mere seconds after she called.

“Tara?” you sounded like you were already getting up and getting dressed.

“Please come. I’m afraid,” she whispered, afraid that if she spoke louder someone other than you would hear her.

“I’m on my way, Love,” you didn’t even hesitate, and she vaguely heard you unlocking your doors and then seconds later locking them again. “Do you want to talk until I get there?”

She wanted that, but you would drive, and she wanted you to drive safely. “No, no just drive safely.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in five minutes,” you promised her and she nodded, for a moment forgetting you couldn’t hear her.

“Thank you,” she hung up when she heard you getting in your car. “I love you,” she whispered, counting seconds until you arrived. A bit less than five minutes later you sent her a message that you were about to come inside, but she still flinched when she heard ‘Systems disarmed’, her fingers twitched, and she nearly locked her house down once again.

“It’s me!” you yelled and locked her front door once again.

Tara smiled, listening to you running up her stairs. The door handle turned, and you entered her room and that fear vanished from her heart as she moved to the side and patted the spot next to her.

You closed the distance between the two of you and lied down, letting her rest her head on your chest. “I’m sorry, I had to call you,” she whispered, but you just rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “Just sleep, I’ll be right here,” you told her, and she did just that, she was safe nothing could hurt her when she was with you. Nothing would ever again make her think you would ever abandon her. You were an exception in her life. So, she closed her eyes and fell asleep to the melody your hearts made.

A/N: And so Scream V ends. By the way, when it comes to what Sam and Tara showed in the movie, I think Tara is much more impressive. Sam is shown to be about as capable as one would expect from a woman who likely didn't have much, if any, martial arts training. Tara on the other hand moves with a broken leg, puts up one hell of a struggle in the opening scene, fights back even during the hospital attack, and on top of all that she has asthma.

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Here is part 4 of the dialogue prompts! Just had a bit of inspiration for a new story, so there are a LOT OF THEM. Enjoy! :)

"So, who do we have then, if they're dead?"

"I've heard that expression before."

"Is that a threat?"

"These concerned parties need to have themselves heard otherwise I can't give you clearance."

"How uncomfortable are we talking?"

"He's a nice kid, love. Not too bright though."

"It was easy. Almost too easy."

"I'm a very busy woman. Okay? Next time, make an appointment."

"Get straight to the point detective."

"This is quite an establishment that you've got going here."

"Well, we both know that's bullshit."

"Give me one good reason as to why I should do that."

"You should let them go because it's the right thing to do, but I doubt that means anything to you."

"And that's how you did it."

"You come into my facility, you lie to me, you make threats and you low ball me? Please, I've got better things to do than to waste my time with you. Get out. Get out now!"

"You don't get it do you?"

"How could we have messed this up this badly?"

"Do I look like a person that would do that sort of thing?"

"We got away with it!"

"They don't have any evidence? No fingerprints? Nothing?"

"We don't even know why they were attacked."

"And no one is asking that question!"

"I mean, I'm being framed here, but it's not like anyone cares."

"And yet, I'm not allowed to see my client."

"This is a wrong accusation."

"You have a witness?" "I do."

"Did you see that video?"

"And there's always that one family member that shows up late for everything."

"Not to worry. I have a backup plan."

"I'm going to keep asking, until you give me a good answer."

"It's because it seems like this whole universe is against me!"

"You ain't even from here are you?" "All you've done is lie to these good people."

"You can't tell me who I can and can't sleep with. You are not my mother!" "I might as well be."

"We're not taking any visitors at the moment."

"Let me see what I can do. The full works. Make some phone calls, talk to people. You know, stuff that you don't do."

"I saved your skin here, let's not forget."

"You know, maybe we should run. Pack up our things and go."

"It's not against you or anything."

"It was too late. They had gotten to me first after you left."

"Now, they're after me. Not you darling."

"I'll go!" (everyone: "NO!")

"Oh, I'm not ignoring what happened between us earlier. I'm using it to my advantage here."

"You do understand that if they catch you, they will kill you."

"I'll be down the hall if you need anything."

"You won't do any of that."

"Go after her. GO!"

"I hate seeing you like this... so, we're going to do you a solid mate."

"Those traitors! I'll get you back for this!"

"You still remember how I take my tea?" "Of course, I do. It's you."

"Why'd you disappear on me, all of those years ago?" "It's not that simple. If it's any consolation, it didn't have anything to do with you." "That makes me feel loads better. But it's still not an explanation!"

"This calls for a celebration!"

"It'll be an in and out job, love. I'll be back before you know it."

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she doesn't want to be found?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Oh shit, I grabbed the wrong one." "It better be a damn good funeral."

"I am... a freaking genius! LETS GO!!!"

"What kind of organization are you running here?!"

"I am asking you, because I know that you can handle it."

"I want to read the card."

"You didn't have to make a big deal out of it."

"Give me the keys, I'm leaving."

"You know what?! Maybe I should take the transfer!"

"Can I say something?!" "NO!!"

"Waste of time, huh? Guess who got these documents, from him? Oh, wait. It was me. All me! You're freaking welcome."

"Cancel everything! I have an important announcement to make!"

"I want to do it on my terms." "I was thinking about this earlier."

"We're considering all options." "Like what? Like handing over the kid?" "I told you. We're considering every avenue."

"This is where it all starts." "I haven't told them yet."

"We did give you a bit of a warning."

"You knew?! All of you knew? How come she didn't tell me about it?!"

"Because we'd knew you'd react like this, that's why!" "Fine then. Let's go the extra mile, shall we? I forbid you from seeing him!" "You can't do that!" "I believe I just did!"

"Don't you have anything to say about this?" "I think he's got a point."

"Oh, sure! Way to side with him."

"I should be able to make that decision, I'm older than you!" "Not by much though."

"I can have it reversed if I need to."

"And that's a major if okay? All of this isn't going to be enough. We need hard evidence! Not something that you stole!"

"Way to piss her off man."

"You really have to tell that story again?"

"That was so rude of me. I do apologize."

"She's listening to that song again! It's been nonstop for hours! Make it stop!" "Go talk to her!" "What do you expect me to say, huh?"

"I think you're making too much of this. You do have a tendency to overthink." "I do not. Okay, fine, maybe I do."

"Hopefully it gets a little bit better for you."

"I know. I'm just teasing." "Welcome to my world."

"Yea, but I didn't want to see that." "He didn't seem to have a problem with it."

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And... that's a wrap! :) For now at least!

[eldritch-spouse]

All this talk of parenthood and babies on here recently made me want to revisit some of the old asks about the staff's parenthood shenanigans but I saw a few of them were gone. Namely the single parent s/o asks. Or maybe I just can't find them because Tumblr's search isn't the best :|.

If they are gone could we see single parent s/o dynamics with Morrell, Nebul, and Gallon (I think those were the people in the ask I don't remember)? I'm a whore for domesticated fluff 🥺

[It's very probable that those are gone anon. Not because I like deleting content willy-nilly, but rather the person who sent those asks had blatantly disrespected one of the few rules I impose here, and as such, I scrubbed them off the blog entirely. I usually keep backups of some of these deleted asks, but not always. I can't find the single-parent one, so I'll just remake it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Morell's a family man. You already got a kiddo? Well that just saves him the trouble of having to work for one! Of course, there'll be more in the future, he assures you, but this saves you both some time. You already know what it's like to parent after all! Morell is super excited to meet the little one, and for such a big scary guy, he's good at making himself seem smaller and offering treats as greeting presents. The shroom has younger cousins who he entertains often with small wood carvings and dad jokes, so chances are this horribly dangerous cannibal will get on your kid's good side way too easily. Morell will hype ideas like camping trips to your kid and then pretend he doesn't have anything to do with it when your child begs to go camping with you and daddy. You can see the glint of victory on the shroom's eyes as soon as that word exits their mouth. Jackpot Piglet. Just wait until they meet the bobbles, the little one won't ever want to say goodbye!

Gallon doesn't really think of himself as prime father material, but he starts warming up to the idea when he realizes your kid is a piece of you, they were made by you, therefore, if he's to ever parent anyone, it should be the child of his cherry. The slime is good at making silly shapes, contorting or otherwise weaving his tendrils in patterns that might amuse the kiddo. What's more, the slime can definitely make kid-friendly drinks, so he can still show off and impress the two of you without having to risk your child wanting to get drunk. He's naturally playful and witty, being a barman means he's heard some of the funniest jokes around and also has some wild (appropriate) stories to tell- He's bound to keep your kid as engrossed in his tales as you. Unfortunately, Gallon does get anxious at times, having to set breaks aside so he can read on parenting. After all, he needs to know what he's doing! Otherwise, you won't even consider him as the great partner he knows he can be. And that won't do. The first time he's called dad or daddy, Gallon is so happy that all his tendrils curl in glee, probably making your kid burst out laughing while you sweat in anxiety.

//-//-//

[I did find a backup of a single-parent ask with Nebul.]

Hey, you didn't forget what I said in that ask, did you? "Looking forward to it, but not exactly dad material".

Nebul looks forward to being a dad in the same way a wildlife biologist looks forward to the opportunity to study a brand new animal. He's not interested in it from a genuine, wholesome desire to start a family, this is just another opportunity to learn. And, well, find out how he can manipulate you more easily by having this child (or children) take a liking to him.

Now of course, this apathetic, disturbing thought process is only the initial stage of his journey into impromptu fatherhood, and even if Nebul can be a very detached monster man, he's likely to come to love your kid like a dad would. Why? Well, quite simply, it's a mini you. It's you, but lite. And Nebul loves you, even if he's not the most "just" of partners, so even if he loves animals more than humans, it's really only a matter of time until he's decided that he'll be the best dad there is.

The ability to sense and influence emotions comes in handy with a baby and toddler, for sure, but it's not something he can rely on forever. Nebul knows the baby is upset, but not always how to fix it. Forcibly altering emotions doesn't mean he solved the problem, so there's still a learning curve. He's prone to talking to the kid as if they were an adult at times, using terms they likely won't understand, or telling them truths of life that kids honestly don't need to know (this mf will just straight up be a killjoy abut Santa).

On the plus side, you're dead on about the head mist thing, he's going to make a lot of silly shapes just to get them to laugh, and he'll even tolerate superficial touches to the more solid "orb" part of it. Oh, and guess who that kiddo's gonna have to deal with? Purpur. Purpur loves babies. So much. He's going to be the most hyper oddball pet ever! Your kid will always be entertained. Expect the two to get up to shenanigans. On the fluffy side, I can see Nebul taking you and the kid out to learn about animals and so on. He'd love to nurture some sort of interest for wildlife in the little bugger.

[dragonqueenbizawagi]

I think we had a different brand than hello fresh specifically, but yeah. It can be a bit pricy compared to groceries where you live, but it's probably cheaper than takeout all the time (depends, check for yourself, and remember you're also paying for convenience). Those services are great tho if you're a teen/young adult who wants to learn to cook or become more comfortable in the kitchen (gotta practice those knife skills to get 'em sharp after all, hehe), but are daunted by the task. I found that I could pretty much do it all by myself, but if I fell behind and something needed doing while I was still busy with another step I had dad on standby to cover something. I could just call him into the kitchen and order him around like a real chef, lol! Like, "Watch the stove," "Chop these onions," or even one time "How much salt do I add to, 'salt the pasta water'?"

Btw, don't be afraid to look up 'stupid' questions like that - these recipes may be mostly beginner friendly but not everything is as intuitive as people think. I'm sure every cook has had to look up at least one obscure unit/method/ingredient before, like "what does julienne mean?", or "how to use (kitchen tool)" and I probably would have done that more if I hadn't taken two cooking classes in high school. Otherwise, you could just wing it and see how it turns out if that's more your style! I'm too over-cautious to do that tho. More power to you, since you'll be brave enough to experiment sooner!

PRO TIP: in order to not get swamped by all the steps needing to be done at once and start panicking like I did, here's a few things to help avoid that!

GET THE PREP DONE FIRST BEFORE COOKING ANYTHING!!! I know you think that you'll have time while it's in the oven, but you won't because you're too slow with the knife still (which is good, do it right before you do it fast) and you're probably supposed to be doing something else during that time anyway (usually making the sauce on the stove so it can be so it can be hot and ready when the stuff in the oven is hot and ready). So many times I had to call in backup because I was still cutting when the timer went off and I knew if I didn't hurry something would be cold by the time everything else was done. Don't do what I did! It's better to stand around waiting for stuff to cook than to be overwhelmed by the workload. And besides - there's always something to be done. Cleaning as you go is important but you could also set the plates out or something.

Actually, before you even touch the food, read through the recipe and play it out in your head. It's weird at first but trust me, the more you cook the more you'll get used to how long each step will take. So when you act it out in your head you might catch that certain things are going to take longer, or, "oh, I'll have to wash my hands a lot because I'm touching raw meat" and allot more time for things like that that aren't in the recipe.

If possible have someone else on standby to call in a panicked tone to come get the potatoes out of the oven before they burn. They do not have to be a good cook as long as YOU are a good director!

When all else fails, do your best not to panic. Or at least panic constructively. If everything needs to be done at once, get the cooking stuff FIRST and leave the cutting board alone until you're sure nothing's burning. Take stuff off the stove/out of the oven if need be and finish cooking/heat it back up later. It may not be perfect, but it'll be edible and probably still taste good anyway. If you flail a bit, that's fine. Professional chefs on tv flail and they've been doing this for years, so don't worry. It's fine, you're fine, everything is fine. Just work one problem at a time.

And if you completely muck it up and have to trash everything (which is not as likely as you think, calm down anxiety)– shrug it off and order a pizza. You deserve it after all that stress and you can just try again next time, learning from your mistakes. Shit happens, food/money gets wasted, and we try try again. Welcome to adulthood!

hey jsyk while hellofresh is dummy expensive and i wouldn’t reccomend it if you already know how to cook (if you’re a beginner like i was when i had it for 3 months, then it’s worth it), you should know that ALL OF THEIR RECIPES are free on their website and they all fuck hard

i will say that all the cooking instructions for veggies are pretty much the same (season with salt + pepper and roast on the top oven rack at 425F), but if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

that being said, it also introduced me to methods i wasn’t at all expecting. i would have never thought to use cream cheese in my meat sauce, and now all my friends are constantly asking me to make my special rigatoni.

happy cheffin! :)

[castle-dominion]

castle 7x6 time of our lives

the it's a wonderful life episode liveblog

holy crap I haven't watched a castle in like two weeks bc my days off from work are spent at school... at least i finished writing that fic. Now I just need to edit & post. I was actually hoping to watch an ep tonight but lil bro skipped his evening activity so my bros & I watched Monk instead of me watching Castle & finally catching up. Well since I only have an hour until bed (it's fucking 7pm) I'll spend some of that liveblogging off the transcript. Not doing schoolwork, not exercising, not watching castle for real, not showering, not doing chores, actually I cooked supper today & am doing laundry but otherwise I'm not doing what needs to be dne I'm doing what I fucking WANT to.

Mathias Gensler. Wow briefcase cuff, typical. (I can't believe I'm in s7, that's so late! That's the last quarter!) My man is so tired

Nooo renzo! I totally thought he was in on it {there is a reason} & he just fLAILeD when he died! It was great!

Lol smash cut chopping veg. Pi vibes. haven't slept WELL, becks. He has slept, just crappy. Or is this the one abt nightmares? Martha! I feel like sometimes fasting can make you woozy not clear headed... Wait martha u can do it! & I realized this is the AU episode! Yessss! They mention Will Sorenson! We don't get to see him but he is mentioned & inviting becks to the wedding! She's kinda mad lol {I actually saw this episode & thought that all the fanfictions about captain beckett were referencing this episode, until I got to s8.} UwU I love it, KB: So we’re bad for each other, huh? RC: The worst. [They kiss] RC: It’s like It’s A Wonderful Life. Every time your phone rings a victim gets their wings. Too accurate

Swiss Wait who are the witnesses Ryan nice tie RC, in typical Castle way not the smart s1 castle way: So what was in the case? Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?

spoiler parenthesis {THE MANIFEST ONLY LISTS THE PICKUP} NOOOOO RENZO MY BELOVED, kr: Uh … there’s no one to call. (he points to the other body) The driver, Renzo Conrad, owned the service. He was a one man band. KB: Speaking of one man band, where’s your partner? KR: *mouth opens comically* RC: Yeah. (suggestively) And Lanie? They're adults, not horny teens! Adults prioritize being on time! XD romeo (wow I'm only this far in during my watch watch & now I need to effing go) (watch blog: wow it's my day off again & I need to go to school cook supper & go to a .. basically a band practice. a troupe meeting. life is awful we need a 4 hour work day & a four day work week as full time.) That look ryan gives esposito XD

... Castle? LP: Castle, what are you doing with my body? KB: Just pretend that you don’t know him. I love rocks & geology but even I'm not that good. Castle smart moments & early derrick storm <3 (mmm I love rocks. & coal. Reminds me of that city in canada where they have coal & dinosaurs) She humours him! To the coal plant!

oh noooo I'm so excited for this ep but so scared I'll talk too much. I'm so excited I'm so afraid. I will have thoughts. Marcus Lark(us) I've seen sstaacks like that on my bike ride home from school; my marker for where to turn. No wedding is a perfect day. & u should rly go visit him.

RC: You know I’d give anything to change what happened, right? This ep: *takes it too far, sort of like that shrek movie where rumplestiltskin is retconned into a different character* But also according to the later ret-con mess to figure it out, he kind of did have a choice, including the moment when he paid vinny the scar to crush the car. Castle did have a choice, & he made that choice.

Coal bucket. (she calls for backup castle)

Castle just fricking opens it? Wait she asks him to... lmao artifact? KB: Why do you always have to touch everything? RC: I thought you liked that about me! (not clipping)

Flashbang

Heeheehee & now it's where the wonderful life part begins!!! thing is gone love the dirt on his face

wait why would the case be gone in this scene? well ig caskett was there to interrupt them & they were at the coal plant Right Now to take the briefcase, & thats why they were present to start shooting at em... Good zoom there!

Insane insane insane (I wish ryan was wearing less fancy suits, make him look a little more like how he did in s1, make him look the way he did pre-jenny, or make him look the way he did by the end of s3 but no later bc that's when monty died & becks probably became captain idk) the lighting "Cap'm" But she WOULD recognize him from book jackets & stuff, & she HAS met him before, didn't they meet at a book signing? *pokes esposito* (could clip for my gifs) describing scene aaaHHHHH (the aah was written in my transcript blog but I was literally laughing & quietly screaming & doing the adhd stim with my hair right now bc of that scene & esposito's look & jahskdjfh) esposito fricking grabs him XD

The musical bweyeng when ryan says "tell us the story" In bed with Beckett *high five* XD XD (could clip putting his hand down ig) (also esposito totally slept with beckett at some point, yes even like seven years ago or more) this is a dream *me stimming* *steals the file* "Hey!" (won't clip bu tLove that face) JE: You had me worried there. For a second there I thought I didn’t exist. Esposito threatens to restrain him yet ryan is the one to manhandle him back down

RC: It was adorable KB:

FUN FACT DETECTIVE MCNULTY WAS THE NAME OF THE OTHER DETECTIVE IN THE PILOT, HE WAS THERE IN 1X1 BUT IN THE ORIGINAL PILOT THERE WAS NO RYAN & THERE WAS JUST MCNULTY.

Except u did meet at a book signing

Martha <3 I don't remember what I was thinking when I first watched this. But yeah martha <3. & ofc ryan is a fan. I love martha sm (& esposito pushing castle)

She bailed him out a little while ago, s1e1.

Ryan & martha together <3 MAME! Preggo lanie! (mad at esposito ig?) Sad esposito. I think when I first watched this I thought they were together. Music sounds like meet the medic. *ryan looks up & puts his hand over his mouth* *esposito facing his paper but watching lanie* also they are using beckett's desk I think. Castle says it can't be good but I think it IS good. To these ppl your universe is horror. Imagine a world where lanie isn't happily married & pregnant, she's still on-&-off with that detective. or imagine a world where martha is not acting anymore.

The loft! Oh babey! Mortgage! The painting behind castle's desk is not stairs it is giant martha. (imagine a world where martha hasn't decorated the apartment to look nicer & instead it's rick's boring or rich person crap /neg) Life savings mr rich man! Blondes & racehorses! Bad novel!

Alexis is hot af omg, she was hot before but dang. & moved to LA & she's saving the world & like... wow. (Imagine a world where Alexis isn't off saving the world she's some post-secondary student who doesn't know what she wants to do with life & still has her boring hair & lives with her daddy /neg) (but also wow she moved to LA in like s3)

RC: Whatever all of this is? A coma, a dream, some weird hallucination, or even just an undigested bit of pizza? (XD) I’m ending it. Ha now we have ryan beckett AND castle all stuck into ice water. We just need esposito to join the party. btw alexis has a hint of purple in her hair she is soooooo pretty

I kind of wish we could see what was going on with the detectives in our universe. I read a fic once where ryan & esposito went to tell martha her son was dead & then castle came out like "holy heck you guys I went to an au where I was friends with you two & alexis was still living at home as an adult & my mom wasn't a broadway star & lanie wasn't in a happy relationship starting a family"

Chelsea XD (brunette? can't tell) beckett o no. Lol blue pills in my purse young young woman

world wide web. Oh wow the thingamajig medallion. love the wallpaper btw

SWISS wow yay incan fucking give it back to the native owners then.

(Imagine a world where martha isn't boundlessly talented going out & doing broadway)

AC: Somehow? Implying smth happened This is why I live with mom? So which of her parents is crazier? Crazy meredith or rick? (imagine a world where alexis lives with crazy dad)

SEE SHE WAS A FAN! Thank you writers for remembering! Castle good lying rn. Good for him. & maybe he can help this world's castle write nikki heat books! RC: I eat with her, I sleep with her. But I know you are not her. ... Police scanner? (her face falls a bit) KR: Hey cap KR: *looks at caslte* KR: what's he doing here? KB: I'm not sure KR: RC: KR: KR: Ok Castle continuously interrupting ryan XD & then ryan opens his mouth & castle puts his hand on his shoulder & not clipping but this liveblog is so long I'm love. (& anout the lighting, it seems more... sepia? cool? less red? less blue? less vibrant? I can't tell but I love it & want an audio commentary of this with the person who did the ligting) *still somehow nodding with ryan lol*

Mind connection still! Ryan looking from one to the ohter (could gif but won't) (I ljust love the way he looks with his eyes & face incrementally) noooo renzo! *bites her lips a little bit, this rly reminds me of s1. She hates him but she is still a fan & attracted to him but he's soo annoying but he's also somehow helpful)

Wait they don't have the coffee machine!!! *I hear the single stomp of esposito entereing the room & it is so good yet so subtle*

Esposito <3 I feel like huertas really enjoyed playing "I hate castle this guy is so sus" esposito this ep. *takes his mug* No, say "I inferred it was coal & the most likely power plant was located here, it just made sense"

I should watch Psych. *holding his temple* Castle you could also say other stuff like I know you were in special forces, you lost your partner, (you slept with the captain,) you like jalapeǹos & olives on your pizza, (sry for the wrong n, I only have a french keyboard,) you used to watch chiquetitas growing up with your abuela... JE: Ryan has a big fat mouth. That’s how you know. Yeah he does struggle with commitment doesn't he. Remember s8 the sonia ruiz episode? yeah. (& btw I love his outfit) his facial expressions. "Yeah no we haven;t met" "why bring that up oof" "lol got u ryan tattled" "don't u come for my commitment issues" *doesn't give him back the coffee*

Ryan: *case* Ryan: *sees castle* ??? Ryan: Beckett: *it's cool*

RC: Uh, Captain? Would it be possible for me to ride along? Strictly for research purposes. (he wants the incan doohicky) JE: Is he kidding? RC: I would just love the chance to observe. Get some details for my book. KR: Yeah, sure, Cap. We’ll take him along. JE: What the … KR: Dude, it’s Martha Rodger’s son. He can get us house seats. (to rc) You can get us house seats, right? (WAIT US? does esposito want to see martha rodgers? does he want to see martha rodgers With Ryan?) (imagine a world where rysposito isn't canon) RC: Ab … solutely. Calls him house seats XD He doesn't have his writer vest

*pops his head between them* RC: So the Captain, is she seeing anyone? JE: *kinda shocked but then mostly annoyed & keeps his eyes on the road* (they r not used to having anyone with them* KR, who IS friends with beckett: She has boyfriends. Nothing serious. (why is ryan sharing that info?) JE: Why, writer boy? What, you think you have a chance with her? (EYES ON THE ROAD MISTER) [to RYAN] And what are you doing? Telling crazy over here about everyone’s private life. (which is valid bc he just did) KR: Me? JE: Yeah. You told him about Lanie and me. All: No. No, no, no. I didn’t. No he didn't, I have a gift. What are you talking about? Personal life. Yes you did! That's-- Dont! Just a bunch of yelling I can't hear bc I'm a little hoh & the captions aren't good RC: No. Listen, I have a gift, all right? I look at people and I see things. KR: (laughs) Yeah? Uh … what do you see when you look at me? (wow voice got deep for a sec there) Me: undercover irish mob? (bc who knows if that happened in this au, oh & besides they'd keep it out of the papers so yeah castle knowing would be scary) Irish mob, several sisters, piano playing, hold on I wonder what would have happened with 3xk in this au maybe they arrested gates, narcotics, uncle abducted by aliens RC: Honey milk and freckles. (& the vampire girl ig, keep adding all the ppl u know) KR: (mouthing: what) Noo! (inconsistency in where esposito is looking but shush) JE: *shocked* JE from the other angle: *annoyed* KR: That’s Jenny O’Malley. JE: *looks away annoyed* KR: She used to … make me honey milk. (wistfully) She could’ve been the one. (I thought u said u made it for her to help her sleep. mr in-bed-by-10-pm.) (omaalley not omahlley, they pronounce things differently than me. I assumed it was deever & omolley but it's déver & omaalley) RC: Could have been? KR: Yeah. Um … when Beckett was promoted to Captain our case load doubled. I guess I never had time for her. (wow ryan really does talk abt everyone's personal life) (but how recent was jenny that this "i see when I look at you" is relevnt?) RC: Maybe you should give her a call. JE: Maybe you should mind your own business. (I read a fic once where esposito acts like this in the car ride bc rysposito is canon in this universe & like "if u r really so psychic then u should know he's mine) He shoves RC back into the backseat. The fanfic I read: canon rysposito, esposito was pissed that castle who said he sees things when he looks at people doesn't see their relationship & also don't tell my man to get a gf. (wait lol I double blogged that bc one was in my transcript liveblog & one was in my watch liveblog)

watch blog: Ok it looks like I probably need to go now. I've been spending way too much time on this liveblog mostly bc I like it & miss it partially bc I'm writing All my thoughts not the important ones (none r that important lol)

El chozo peruvian restaurant

Stay n the car or I shoot you (he hasn't signed the form yet tho lol) Wanna crack a window for me? Ha! s1 castle moments

Oh he's not so bad *castle's face in the window* s1 castle Dad dad dad! dad dad dad!

Oh I'm feeling anxious now, I messaged my teacher saying I couldn't make it to class today asking him to send me the powerpoint so I can stay on pace & my chef just called me asking about how many kilograms of cream I had (62.942) & how many kilos of egg yolks (~6 in the pail meaning he needed 11 more cartons & 650g of the last one to get 17.628kg) & ofc the sugar was already perfectly measured it's just the one litre cartons of stuff I had to empty & didn't have time to finish. Anyway seeing all the hotel pans & funnels & mixing bowls & stainless steel bowlsjust caused my heart to start racing, genuinely

Take him home! Or give it to the detectives Or maria sanchez is there. No it broke! So much happened! Or it's fake bc yeah it just looks ceramic. (evidence also broken) This is a fake :D !! This is a fake >:( lol cuff him too so valid bestie

RC: Actually, that kind of is my best behavior. JE: Oh, I’m just enjoying the show Mom & dad fighting (clipping)

Snatches it away

JE: KB: Yes, Detective Esposito? (calls him detective) JE: You’re not letting him get to you, are you? (he is her friend) KB: Don’t you have a case to close? JE: Mmhm (they totally slept together at some point in the past)

Storm fall, the last derrick storm book I just noticed, is storm fall the same as the castle title card? Jim beckett on her desk!

camera whip

(so dark) Castle went up instead of down lol, look at him sneaking back in XD & the music

Heck yeah maria Ah that's why there was a fake in a case at the chozo Ah! Three groups! Swiss legal thieves, incan peruvian righteous re-thieves, & random thieves! Tracker? What guy? What guy?

Transcript: CASTLE startles, harder than if it were GATES. I was just um... *smiles gummily*

Convict therapy. She never told him she used to read his books & met him before? (u can confirm if it was a real au by asking her this in the normal universe original reality) Ew feels like a lot longer shup but also could be the books KB: There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Us: it's going to be smth important RC: Anything (always) KB: *question abt his books*

Mm the bass

Whyd they wait so long after the airport? maybe waiting for a quiet location

Castle still hiding in the break room lol

Looks like a heart

She has elephants Ooh captain beckett prop! Does a 180 RC: And … if you come I will tell you why I killed Derrick Storm.

(beat gates by six weeks for detective) Paperwork & poitics? sounds like 1pp asking her to run for senator ag's office the necklace!!! Tell her! the elephants! But also in this au she is clean rn whereas in our universe she relapsed into her mom's case addiction (imagine a universe where she is again obsessed with her mother's case like why an ex-alcoholic doesn't drink) We had an australian emmigrant/canadian immigrant (possibly of french heritage) whose dad taught us rugby for gym class once in elementary or no it was jr high

I need to go to bed now yuck.

Yeah so the last time I liveblogged was supposedly sept 9 & it is now the 22nd. Well I started this yesterday on the 21st. I have abt 45 minutes at home before I need to leave. (I had work in the morning but took only a half day so I could perform violin at a mental health clinic.) Do I want to start watching this? ... Yes. I do. btw by 45 minutes I meant I got home at 2.30 & need to leave at 3.10 & I need to set my alarm ten minutes early so I have time to pull on my shoes & it is already 2.45 so... yeah maybe I won't... Maybe I will!

Or not bc my computer randomly died & now I literally have only eight minutes to watch. You know what? fuck it. I got my computer back online in about ten minutes, I can spend about ten minutes watching castle! Fuck you! /pos

watch blog: I didn't know I never finished transcript blogging. Huh. I'm skipping school for this lol.

KB: stay here: RC: *hands up-ish like yeah ok sure* KB: *turns around* RC: *immediately gets up*

*suspect checking her out* ooh music fun!

Whose desk has that frosted glass animal ball on it?

Yeah contact robbery, maybe bring demming back lol, the homiicde part of it is done Love the music My world? As in my book? Castle be careful why focus on hte lawyer's face? strong goodbye there huh

He's almost done his book & you can see how appalled he is lol

Different stairwell art! tbh I like it. I feel like I'd enjoy touching the wallpaper but also hate it. Lol alexis going back upstairs before he notices (& fails) (wow she's so pretty)

Alexis kind of joking youre stuck here with us kind of humouring him but when he asks why they fell apart she stops humouring him bc she was joking & this is serious. & like... nobody is THAT concerned over the fact that richard is basically having a psychic break.

He called THIS his magnum opus? really? really??? Or not bc he wrote it several years ago & it flunked & he tried writing other stuff which slowly got worse? & he ended up writing the brobeck dreams of betty book & it was crap according to him.

Castle family so good so god & the million impoerceptible ways & reality & all this crap & aaaaaah this is so much of a thing

Except she isn't relapsing into her mother's case addiction in this world, she made captain in this world, your mother is a star again in this world, your daugter is changing things with her nonprofit in this world, you have flings with beautiful women in this world ig...

Gets her the coffee & doesn't kate ask lucy for a coffee vanilla two splendas in future seasons? ye love this. He knows her coffee order from his O.R.

Ew yucky baarista touches money with her hands

Ok abducted at gunpoint (did the cops ever check this place out?) marcus lark the attorney WAIT MARCUS LARKUS

Wow thingamajig. Pick it up castle make the alarm go beep beep beep

this guy picks it up but no beep beep beep

there is no such thing as truth lol of course lark wants infinite possibilities, he's a real estate agent, ofc he wants multiple realities

RC: You’re rich. Successful. You have everything. Why would you want to change your destiny? *accidentally did that bc he thought he was bad for becks*

Castle maybe pick it up & wish to go home & try to make it work even tho u don't know how bc maybe it will work & you will go home. Woah beckett! smacks him in the head Luck... or fate Maybe tell her the truth...? Or don't just in case you're stuck here. (reminds me of that tumblr post "reblog if you are a safe person to come to in a time loop")

The answer for how to use it see THIS is how u jump in front of a bullet. You don't jump while the bullet is moving u don't have time, u jump before they shoot. & if u have time to jump in front, they have time to jump out of the way.

Blue light, dangerous situation, I love you, (possibly death; die in the dream die irl doesn't work here idk) (possibly also castle just immaterializing bc he was from an au)

I read a fanfic where rysposito have to go to martha's apartment to inform her that her son died & castle answers the door & says "holy crap I had a dream that I was in an alternate universe where I was friends with you guys!"

engagement ring!

IT IS THE EX MILITARY AUSSIE FAN & THE GUY WHO UT A GUN TO HIS BACK

KR: Hey, Castle. Missed all the excitement. We were awesome. (<3) Weren’t we, Javi? (first names) JE: As usual. (I love this joking overconfidence) & marcus lark!

evidence & fancy artifact & u'r just touching up on it?

The one where I made it to our wedding <3 love their music

We just do, I do "go down to the courthouse just do it right now"

Yay their wedding Alexis no suit learned smth GOOD from the AU!

Becks gets a third wedding dress lol but it was probably not a wedding dress it was just any white clothing she had but where is her maid of honour lanie? I mean yay at least jim is here

Oh she's wearing the earrings No music but I love love the tie on the back. Seems awful but I think it's pretty. (green screen?) Nice ring Oh I love the vows! I remember someone made a gifset for this for caskett week.

KB: The moment that I met you, my life became extraordinary. You taught me to be my best self, to look forward to tomorrow’s adventures; and when I was vulnerable, you were strong. I love you, Richard Castle; and I want to live my life in the warmth of your smile and the strength of your embrace. I promise you, I will love you. I will be your friend; and your partner in crime and in life; Always.

When she said when I was vulnerable, you were strong my first thought was roy calling castle to help protect beckett. crime^fighting

RC: The moment we met, my life became extraordinary. You taught me more about myself than I knew there was to learn. You are the joy in my heart. You’re the last person I want to see every night before I close my eyes. I love you, Katherine Beckett. And the mystery of you is the one I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. I promise to love you, to be your friend and your partner in crime and life, ‘til death do us part and for the time of our lives.

I love the parallel between the starts of the vows the rest of my life, always crime & life again parallels & until death us do part and for the time of our lives

but where is Lanie the maid of honour?

Why are the wedded couple not drinking champagne?

His phone <3

romance <3 <3 <3

Thaat was so good! I started today's liveblogging (it's the 27th) at like 11.30 or noon & now it is 14.45 or basically 3pm so that's 3 hours, I usually allot myself an hour & a half, & I already liveblog watched it a few days ago & I liveblogged the transcript twenty days ago holy crap. At least I'm off my internship now, maybe I'll have more time to liveblog & clip & finish the series & finally return them to the library w/o paying too much in late fees. & then I can finish all the fanfics I want to read & all the fics I am writing or want to write & then I'll finally put this hyperfixation to rest & be free to do normal stuff again.. Until I get a new hyperfixation.

Update: It has been four weeks, I am only now getting around to tagging & posting

[bookishofalder]

Pretty Girl - Three

Summary: In which Flip reaches new levels of anger when the reader is injured, and that’s before he finds out how.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, sexual harassment, burns, angry Flip, hospital, gunshot (all pretty minor and brief). WC-3,574

A/N: Discovered the Rough Day series by @no-droids​ this week and frankly it’s changed me as a person. I cannot be held responsible for my minds distractions when I tried focusing on this chapter. 

Over the next week, Flip’s lack of sleep began to catch up with him. He had begun smoking more to distract from the exhaustion, his temper was always bubbling under the surface, and even Jimmy had told Flip off a few times. While (Y/N)’s performance at work wasn’t affected, Flip had noticed she was frowning a little more often when she thought he wasn’t looking. That bothered him more than anything else.

Guilt lingered over Flip for his thoughts on the day that (Y/N) was accosted. Not only was he now questioning exactly what he thought he saw in her expression, but he also worried that his attempts to relieve himself of the pressure had, in fact, only made it grow. He felt like a damn teenager again. He’d never felt so wholly attracted to a woman before; it wasn’t just her looks or her style, no. Flip was getting turned on by the simplest little smirks, the way she would stretch her shoulders back after typing for a while, or even from watching her take notes in a meeting-her hand moving across the page in elegant cursive.

And he had thought he was a goner when they’d only first met. Now he was a man burning.

It was a bright morning, the kind of day that one hoped for when a fall fair was in town. Flip and Jimmy had been on the scene of an attempted robbery gone wrong; the shop owner had shot the perp as he fled, wounding his arm. While Jimmy remained at the scene to wait on backup and take statements, Flip begrudgingly brought the perp to the hospital to get cleaned up.

He had to wait for uniformed officers from the station to arrive and take over watching the man until he could be released into police custody. Leaning against a wall, Flip watched as the hospital staff stitched him up, mildly bored. His mind floated to thoughts of (Y/N) as he stood there, wondering how she was today. He hadn’t been able to pick her up that morning, and he found any day where they broke from their routine less than desirable. He indulged so little, to get by.  

She had laughed down the phone when he had called to let her know, his voice low from the guilt of having to tell her last minute.

“Flip, I can walk-it’s even a lovely morning!”

“I know darling, just sorry I didn’t give you more of a heads up.”

Another soft giggle, “I’ll see you later, won’t I?”

He had perked up at her question, not missing the edge in her voice-did she want to see him as much as he did her?

“Course you will.”

And he had meant it, although he didn’t expect it to be so soon in the day; he had to blink a few times when curtains little ways down the unit were opened and a flash of familiar hair caught his eye as a nurse stepped toward the bed with a tray of supplies.

Flip was across the room in three strides, his eyes set on the profile of his best friend. Sitting on the hospital bed with her feet over the side, (Y/N) appeared, at first, to be perfectly fine. Her head turned as Flip approached, eyes widening at the look on his face. He opened his mouth to ask-

Her left arm was being treated. It was laid out on a pillow next to her, ointment covering the burns in a thick paste. Her hand, wrist and a few patches of forearm appeared to be scalded, the flesh red and angry, some spots even peeling. Flip’s entire body went rigid as he halted next to her, glancing from the nurse, who was working with great care, to (Y/N), who had tear streaks down her soft cheeks, eyes rimmed red. She smiled at him and his heart turned over as concern flooded through him.

“Pretty girl,” The affectionate epithet spilled from his lips without hesitation. He leaned over her, bringing one hand to her shoulder-more to ground himself than anything. “What the hell happened?”

“I’m okay, Flip, I just spilled some coffee-it’s mostly on the back of my hand and arm.” (Y/N) winced then, as the nurse began to gently wrap the arm in loose bandages. His stomach flipped over at the sight of her in pain, bile in his throat.

“You were lucky the coffee wasn’t fresher, dear. These would be much worse,” The nurse corrected sternly, “As it is, you’ve scalded yourself fairly well so you’ll need to repeat this treatment for a few days, I'll send you home with the supplies and instructions.”

Flip gripped (Y/N)’s shoulder tighter, his thumb mindlessly running back and forth in comfort, “How long for her to heal?”

The nurse glanced up at Flip now, her eyes snapping between him and (Y/N) before responding, “A little over a week, I dare say. Best not to have any hot showers or get the burn wet for a few days especially, and you’ll get a prescription from the doctor for some pain relievers, the first few days will be uncomfortable.”

Sighing with only slight relief, Flip glanced over at his quarry, who was being stitched up. Two uniformed officers nodded in his direction. No longer needing to attend to the perp, Flip turned and took a seat next to (Y/N) on the bed, his hands folding together in his lap. Finished her work, the nurse told them to wait for the doctor before sweeping away to another patient.

“How’d you get here?” He asked quietly, holding his breath in fear that she would say she walked.

“Ron was kind enough to drop me off-I insisted I was fine on my own,” (Y/N) glanced up at Flip, brows furrowing together, “How did you know I was here if you didn’t speak to Ron?”

“I brought in a gunshot victim, few beds over. Saw you when the nurse opened the curtain.”

Sighing, (Y/N) looked away, “I’m really okay, Flip. You don’t need to stick arou-“

“I’ll take you home.” His tone left no room for argument, and he smiled inwardly when her lips quirked up slightly at the corners, giving him no response otherwise.

After the doctor made it around and handed over the prescription and care supplies package, she was discharged. Flip and (Y/N) walked in silence to the car. He was working hard to steady himself now, the adrenaline rush he’d had when first spotting her beginning to ebb away.

“You gonna tell me how you managed that?” He nodded at the burn, pulling the car onto the road in the direction of her home. He was surprised when she didn’t immediately respond or begin to laugh at herself. His chest tightened, waiting.

Silent for a few more moments, (Y/N)‘s voice was unexpectedly quiet when she finally responded with a squeak in her voice, “Just pouring coffees and spilled, that’s all.”

He gripped the wheel tighter as the lie hung in the air between them. He frowned, glancing over, “Okay,” He drawled, searching her face and only finding stress. “What really happened?” Flip was grateful for the fact that he was driving slowly down a quiet residential street when her response came out in a mumble.

Hitting the brakes, he looked around at (Y/N) wildly, “What?”

(Y/N) reached out, alarmed, and grabbed Flip’s upper arm, “Flip, do not get so upset, happens more than-“

“Please don’t tell me that more than one person at work has put their hands on you-”

“It happens. I shouldn’t have to explain what it’s like being a woman working in a place full of men. Sometimes they forget themselves and-“

Flip threw the car into park, “And they grab your ass? And in this case, make you burn yourself?” He felt too hot now. Rage building at the idea that some dirtbags in the station had laid their hands on her. He nearly ripped the door off, climbing out of the car in a huff, pulling the fresh air into his lungs. After a pause, he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and dropped to crouch on the ground in front of (Y/N), whose eyes had followed him, wide and worried.

“Flip, please don’t be mad at me.”

Flip took her uninjured hand into his own, running his thumb gently across the soft flesh, “Pretty girl, I could never be mad at you,” He replied softly, enjoying the way her eyes widened at his second use of the new nickname, “I’m mad for you-what happened ain’t right. Tell me who did it, each time.”

But she shook her head as a small smile appeared, “Thanks, but I’d rather not get arrested for aiding a murder.” (Y/N) turned her hand over in his, squeezing it, “It means a lot, how protective you are. But I’m alright, okay? I promise.”

He didn’t argue, sensing her close off from him and wanting to avoid upsetting her further. He returned the pressure to her hand, “Let me take you home.”

—

To say that Flip was in a thundering mood when he returned to the station would be an understatement. It was clear that the uniformed officers who had brought in the wounded robber had conveyed to the Sarge that Flip knew of (Y/N)’s injuries; he was waiting in the lobby when Flip ripped open the doors and stormed inside.

“Flip, I don’t know who did it so don’t bother asking.”

He stopped a few paces away from his boss, his chest heaving with the effort it took not to punch the wall, “She said it’s happened more than once!” His voice was cracked, gruff.

“Ron mentioned that she said something to him to that effect-listen, Zimmerman,” The Sarge pinched the bridge of his nose, “If we find out who it was, we can have a chat with whoever, okay? But don’t go-“

Flip huffed, “Yeah, alright.��� He nodded curtly before stepping around the Sarge and making his way to the bullpen. When he burst through the doors, his eyes snapped across every set of eyes that met his, looking for a guilty face. Jimmy stood, meeting Flip’s eyes and nodding toward Ron.

Sitting heavily into his desk chair, Flip scooted it up to Ron’s desk and set his elbows down, staring his friend in the eyes as he wrapped up a phone call. He could feel Jimmy standing behind him. When Ron set the receiver down, he held up a finger to cut Flip off before he could more than open his mouth.

“He’s already gone for the day; I told him to leave.”

Flip snarled, “Why the hell did you-?”

Ron exchanged a knowing look with Jimmy, which did nothing to calm Flip, “I know it’s ridiculous for us to have assumed you’d have a violent response to finding out-but seeing as you carry a loaded weapon we thought it best not to tempt fate.”

Flip gave a humourless laugh, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “Just tell me who.” He had rushed back to the station to deal with the situation, he was getting impatient.

“David Cole,” Ron replied, his lips pursed in distaste.

Fucking David Cole. No one liked the man, a low-level detective who simply grated the nerves of every person he met. “Did he do it the other times?”

“That I don’t know, I just happened to see what he did today.”

This piqued Flip’s interest, “And what exactly did you see?”

Ron sighed wearily, “She was pouring coffee-not for us, maybe the Chief I don’t know-and he walked by and said something to her. Didn’t like how he’d leaned in closer when he did, so I was watching and then he-well, pinched, and she nearly jumped out of her skin and coffee went fucking everywhere.”

Flip took a long drag, considering how Cole had chosen one of the few times Flip wasn’t around to be a complete creep in front of witnesses. “Thank you for taking her to the hospital.” His ears were thrumming from the blood rushing through him.

Ron nodded, “Of course.”

While the rest of the day went by in a haze of roiling emotions for Flip, the one thing he had settled on was not to completely obliterate David Cole the next time he laid eyes on him. It was his first instinct; however, the panicked expression on (Y/N)‘s face in the car earlier gave him pause. He had no intention of upsetting her further.

Flip gave her a call at the end of the day to check-in. She answered after a few rings, sounding a little breathless, “Hello?” Relief already spreading through him at the sound of her voice. His own was low, intimate, when he spoke.

“Darling, just seeing how you’re doing.”

He could feel her smile as she spoke, “Hey detective, I’m just fine thank you,” She paused a moment, “How are you, Flip?”

Flip smiled, his heart rate picking up at the soft way her voice wrapped around his name, “Distracted,” He admitted, “But hearing your voice eases my worries.”

“Yeah? You know, Flip, I’m a big girl-you don’t need to worry so much.”

He opened his mouth to reply when he heard a timer go off on her end of the line. Her guilt evident in the way she took a surprised breath. "Shit."

“Darling, are you baking?”

—

“Fucking shit.” He muttered angrily, shoving the stack of papers he was searching through back into their case file; he was working on the follow up of a case from the year before and could not, for the life of him, find the coroners reports or his notes. Knocking his knuckles against the desk, he considered his next options. The only place he could think he hadn’t gone through was also the last place he wanted to have to search; the file room.

Standing up with a grunt, he stormed across the bullpen and down the hallway that led to the file room. Walking in, he was happy to see that it was empty and made his way to a back corner where he could stand for a few moments and clear his head. Leaning against the cold stone wall, head tilted back, Flip tried emptying his thoughts. 

This worked somewhat, however now he was noticing the pain in his right shoulder-a stiffness he’d developed from an altercation with a suspect a few months prior, where the man had slammed into Flip’s side to attempt a tackle on him. Expecting it, he was able to deflect, however, the shoulder pulled just a bit too far. It flared up occasionally now, a sign of his age.

Thinking of age had Flip’s thoughts wander back to (Y/N), their age gap. Now that they were such close friends, he hardly ever remembered they were nearly ten years apart in age, but if he ran out of other excuses not to tell her how he felt, he could always fall back on that knowledge. He began to ruminate on this, heaving a sigh.

She had come back to work after only two days off, her hand delicately wrapped but otherwise in good spirits. Word of Flip’s angry reaction had spread around the station, giving Cole plenty of heads up to avoid him at all costs. Grateful to not have run across the fucker so far, and sticking to his promise to himself not to seek out Cole and pummel him. (Y/N) and Flip hadn’t discussed that he knew who had pinched her, and she seemed content to avoid the topic.

Still, anger was regularly coursing through him now. He felt trapped in himself, wanting desperately to move-in any direction-that could pull him out of the torturous limbo of being in love with his best friend. Flip tensed, hands balling into fists, as his mind replayed every smile, every hug, every-

“You alright, detective?” Flip started, his eyes flying open at the sound of (Y/N)‘s voice breaking the silence. To both his pleasure and dismay, she was standing a few feet away from Flip. Holding a small stack of paperwork in her uninjured arm and frowning at him in concern. She was wearing the same dress as the day they had met.

It was his favourite.

“Oh, hi,” He breathed, his heart still racing, “You scared the hell out of me, darling.”

She adjusted the papers carefully, cocking a brow at him, “Were you meditating, hippie?” Her eyes swept over him, taking in his tense stance and furrowed brow.

Flip pushed away from the wall and run his sweaty palms down his legs, “Headache snuck up on me, that’s all, just needed some quiet,” He glanced at the papers in her arms, “You need help with those?”

She followed his eyes, “Actually, these are to help you, here.” She held them out to him with a small smile. He could still see the concern in her eyes as she watched him closely.

Flip frowned, “What for?” When he reached out for them, he took care to avoid her hand before looking back up, confused. She shrugged, gesturing at the stack.

“I know you’re working on the 1978 Fox Avenue case-I pulled all of these for you earlier, should have all your notes and the reports from the coroner. Took a little longer to find than I’d hoped, or I’d have had them to you sooner.”

Flip gazed at her for a beat. Setting the paperwork down on top of a file cabinet next to him, he stepped toward (Y/N) and pulled her into a fierce hug, his arms cautiously draped around her shoulders. Her head barely came to his chest, where she rested her cheek, hugging him back. “Pretty girl, how the hell do you do that?” He wasn’t even sure if she’d heard him, his voice low. After a moment, he felt her chuckle against him.

“Do what, exactly?” She sounded a little breathless.

Flip released her, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. Her eyes had followed his motion, dropping to meet his gaze when he lowered his hand.

Flip gestured at the papers, “You just, know exactly what I need without even asking!” He cursed himself for ending the embrace.

She was giving him a soft smile now, eyes heavy, “I guess I just have a sense for you, detective”.  

“Is that how you found me back here?”

(Y/N) shifted at his words, biting her lip, “Mm, something like that,” She murmured, “You know, Flip, I’m not just a pretty face.”

Flip gazed at her in surprise, brows pulling together in confusion, “Of course you aren’t darling, why the hell do you say that?”

“I heard some officer say it about me this morning after I brought around those brownies,” She explained, Flip’s eyes darkening at her words. “And I don’t care what he thinks, but I need to know you don’t think it.” (Y/N) glanced up at Flip nervously.

“I have never thought you were just a pretty face, (Y/N)-“

She cut him off, “Then why do you refuse to open up to me about what’s been going on with you lately?” She frowned, her arms crossing.

Flip watched her for a moment. Of course, he’d known she had noticed his mood had dropped over the previous few weeks, but she hadn’t said much, just made a few jokes here and there to try and pull him out of it. But now, he could see that it was bothering her more than her carefree nature had let on, another instance, no doubt, of her need to care for others. To care for him?

Taking a step closer, Flip tentatively raised his hands to her face, barely touching her along the jaw to tilt her head back. She had frozen in place, staring up at him with wide eyes that he searched for a moment, “Oh, pretty girl,” He murmured, and her expression flashed in delight at the nickname, which was about so much more than her face, “I am so sorry I’ve been taking out my temper on you, I promise I’m alright, just haven’t been sleeping. It’s my damn shoulder.”

“You promise? You aren't keeping something from me? ”

Her breath washed across his face and Flip shivered, his mind no longer in control. His hold tightened on her face, drinking in the way her eyes widened as she stood still in his grip.  Before he could do more than let his eyes fall from hers to her delicious lips, a voice cut through the air.

“Zimmerman, you in here?”

Immediately, Flip and (Y/N) sprang back from one another in surprise. David Cole, of all people, had been the one to speak, from somewhere near the entrance to the file room. Dragging his eyes away from his best friend, he called back, “Yup, grabbing some files.” His hands balled at his sides now. Frustrated at being interrupted and angry at himself for what he had been about to do.

“Alright, Sarge moved the meeting up so he’s looking for you, starts in ten!”

After a brief pause, (Y/N) took a few steps backwards, looking away, her skin was flushed, words breathless, “I’d better get my note pad for the meeting. I’ll see you there, Flip.” She started to hurry away before he could reply.

He watched her retreat silently, trying to still his beating heart and not daring to move.

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Could I request some more info on all the FFAK boys?? Like..Their full names? Ages? Birthdays or Astrology Signs? What are their personalities like? Most likely in the band to...? Some favorites (food, drink, hobby, music, movie, color, fabric, ect, anything lol)? Any secrets? Favorite type of groupie? Dominant or Submissive? Kinks? Anything you think we need to know or want us to know?...if you could answer these I'll give you my soul lol thank you in advance 🖤💋

An Interview? Noice. (Secrets are meant to be secret so if you interact with the boys, you wouldn’t necessarily know it to be true just like you might not know Duncan Shepherd is adopted 👀👀👀)

@fitfouraking correct me if i’m wrong boys...

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Their full names? Baptiste “Bapt/Bapty/Daddy” O’Malley

Ages? 26 going 27

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 23rd of October 1993 - Scorpio

What are their personalities like? Cheeky, flirty, playful and mischievous but genuinely cares about the people around him, especially his “girls” (aka younger female fans). He once got in a physical fight with a guy who shoved a younger fan and was being an overall cunt. Gets along the best with their tour manager, there are rumours of him dating her and/or Damian but he is not the type of guy to settle down right now even tho he’s fucked them both multiple times.

Most likely in the band to...? Leak his own nudes. Been there, done that.

Some favourites?·        

Food: Chinese food is da bomb.·        

Music: Green day and Nirvana are my fav band.·        

Hobbies: include playing MMORPG and a handful of NSFW things.·        

Movie: Disney’s Hercules.·        

Fabric: Denim’s cool.·        

Colour : Green

Any secrets? Actually not the roughest lover of them all. Gay for Damian but still keeping his bisexuality in the closet. He doesn’t really like his name. He does all of the backup and 2nd vocals for the band and during the live performance.

Favourite type of groupie? The respectful ones.

Dominant or Submissive? Dominant.

Kinks? The band doesn’t call me Daddy for nothing.

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Their full names? Frederick “Freddy/Fred/Snowflake” Thomas Dawson

Ages? 24 going 25

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 1st of March 1995 - Pisces

What are their personalities like? Seems clueless but is a great listener. Big dork and cuddle bug, the most affectionate and in touch with their feelings out of all of them.

Most likely in the band to...? Be painfully oblivious. Remember that story about that guy that had that girl over and she told him she could only sleep naked so he was like ‘Oh okay I’ll sleep on the couch” and then she was calling downstairs to him saying she was cold and he was like “No wonder you’re cold. You’re naked” and fetched her an extra blanket? That’s Frederick. (Thankfully, Baptiste was there to keep her warm…)

Some favourites?·        

Food: Is it edible? Then it’s my favourite·        

Music: All Time Low, Blink 182, Sum 41, Ed Sheeran & Fall Out Boy are my biggest inspirations.·        

Hobbies: I like hiking and looking at people and imagining what’s happening in their head.·        

Movie: The Lord of The Rings & The Hobbit saga.·        

Fabric: I don’t have a favourite fabric? I just… Wear stuff? I guess cotton is nice, that’s what my underwear are made of (no it’s not boyfriend material, that’s Dorian’s)·        

Colour: Blue

Any secrets? I learned to play the guitar to impress Damian’s little sister (it worked) and her lipstick stain is tattooed on my thigh.

Favourite type of groupie? I- uh. What?

Dominant or Submissive? I don’t like fighting, sorry.

Kinks? Baptiste? Did you write those questions? I guess I like a lot of things?

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 Their full names? Damian “Damn/Dammy/D-man” Taliesin Anatole Greene

Ages? 25 going 26

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 18th of May 1994 - Taurus

What are their personalities like? Can seem aloof and too prideful but is extremely attentive and on the ball of everything going on. Openly Pansexual and exudes LGBTQ+ rights and sensuality. Unapologetically himself.

Most likely in the band to...? Miss rehearsal because he saw a dog on the street and ended up stroking it for 45 minutes.

Some favourites?·        

Food: West European food is my favourite and I can’t wait to tour in France and Italy to share it with the band!·        

Music: Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon and My Chemical Romance.·        

Hobbies: Writing and strolling around the cities we visit after gigs to explore at night.·        

Movie: Shawshank Redemption & The Green Mile.·        

Fabric: Satin and anything sheer, flowey and comfortable.·        

Colour: Burgundy

Any secrets? I have a 666 tattooed below my navel, it was written by Baptiste on the same day he got my bite mark tattooed on his inner thigh.

Favourite type of groupie? The ones who aren’t trying too hard and who leaves their phone in their bag once stepping in my hotel room.

Dominant or Submissive? Depends who is asking.

Kinks? I do like praising and rewarding.

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Their full names? Dorian “Dory/Doe/D-boy” Alexander Harrison

Ages? 24 going 25

Birthdays or Astrology Signs? 4th of August 1995 - Leo

What are their personalities like? Daydreamer and pretty flamboyant even tho he is quiet. Least active ones in interviews, he is also witty, bold and blunt whenever he opens his mouth. Known as “the single one”, he has never been in a relationship in the 10 years they all have known each other and the boys believed he might be gay for a while until he met the “right” groupie and brought her backstage for some… fun. Likes being reminded of his biggest “quirk”, his heterochromia, it makes him feel special.

Most likely in the band to...? Fall in love with a fan.

Some favourites?·        

Food: Italians do it better.·        

Music: Black Veil Bride, Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance and Mayday Parade·        

Hobbies: Play music and jam with Baptiste (rhythm section amirite)·        

Movie: The Lion King and Star Wars’ original trilogy.·        

Fabric: Leather and anything sheer.·        

Colour: I’m colour blind… I think Grey is cool?

Any secrets? I mastered all instruments used on stage and I’m the one who usually come up with the rhythm/acoustic side of our music. Also have one recurring groupie I hang out with regularly. Definitely the roughest in bed and only 100% straight member.

Favourite type of groupie? The good girls who follow the rules.

Dominant or Submissive? Usually dominant. I can be convinced otherwise.

Kinks? Sorry, Tour Manager’s saying that the time’s up. You’ll have to find that out by yourself. Backdoor at 4pm?

[katedrakeohd]

#Wacky Drabbles

Prompt #4 we need to identify the source of the problem

For @emceesynonymroll and my fellow:

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Rated: PG for swearing

Word count: approx 3000

Dinner Discourse

Drake sits at the kitchen table watching Kate help her mother prepare dinner. He can't help but notice how much Kate and Lorraine look alike in their matching aprons. Although Lorraine’s hair is shorter and contains more grey, it's similar in color to Kate’s, and they're close to being the same height. While Kate chops ingredients for salad, her mother is stirring a pot of sauce on the stove. As they chat quietly at the counter, Lorraine periodically scolds Kate for talking with her hands while she's holding a knife.

Lorraine glances over her shoulder at Drake when he starts chuckling, “I didn't know that preparing food was a spectator sport. Or that it was so entertaining.”

Drake grins back, “I like to watch Kate work in the kitchen. It's such a rare thing to see these days. Besides if you think she looks dangerous talking with a knife in her hand you should have seen her cut our wedding cake with a sword!”

Kate shoots a glare at Drake for mentioning the wedding that her Mom wasn't even invited to. When her Mom's mouth drops open in shock, Kate gestures toward her with the knife in her hand and gives him a disapproving look. Seriously? He shrugs back at her and mouths sorry.

Lorraine admonishes Kate for her reckless behavior, “Seriously? Isn't using a sword a little bit dramatic even if you are a Duchess now?”

Kate pops a slice of cucumber into her mouth before answering. “Well the sword was a wedding gift. At least it was thoroughly cleaned off before the cake cutting. It came in very handy when I was fighting assassins earlier that day.” Kate's amused by her Mom's wide eyed expression when she looks at Drake to confirm what she's just heard.

“Fighting off assassins on your wedding day? You can't be serious.”

Drake gets up from the table and walks over to give Kate a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. “Oh we're deadly serious. The two of us were even kidnapped from our wedding reception. Your daughter and I fought off a whole crew of bad guys with the help of our friends. Kate is a total badass.”

Lorraine steps back from the stove, her hand going to her hip as she tries to make sense of what she's hearing. She points her finger at them both. “Oh my God why didn't you tell me any of this? Or that you were in so much danger?” Although the question is directed at Kate, her eyes are glaring at Drake accusingly as if it's his fault her daughter was in harm's way.

Kate leans back into Drake and his arms tighten around her protectively. “Look Mom, it's not like you could have done anything about my situation. I have Drake to protect me, and I have bodyguards and powerful friends who will always have my back. I'm not some quivering flower either. Besides I survived living in New York city by myself long before Drake even met me.”

“All kidding aside Mrs. Darling, I love Kate and I'd never let anything bad happen to her. I've taken a bullet for her, and even won a duel against a trained swordsman in defense of her honor. I assure you she's in good hands.” Drake insists.

Turning back to the stove to tend to the pots and picking up her spoon again, Lorraine shakes her head and sighs. “The fact that you had to put your own life on the line and be so brave to protect my daughter does little to reassure me Drake. As much as I appreciate you being there for her, it's the fact that there are people out there wanting to do her harm that worries me.”

Kate pats Drake on the arm and then he lets her go back to finish making the salad.

“I told you Drake, my Mom's no pushover. You'll have to rope the darn moon to make her happy.”

Lorraine chuckles, “Well I don't know about roping the moon, but he can start by setting the table for dinner.”

Drake nods, “Yes ma'am.” And after being shown where to find everything he goes to work setting the table for four.

Kate steals glances at Drake as he moves from cupboard to table. As she watches him place each item carefully, she can't help but smile. He catches her watching him and winks back with a grin. Lorraine sees Kate blush and look away, shaking her head.

“Geez daughter of mine I haven't seen you blush over a boy since you were in high school. He must really be something.”

Kate grins at her mother, “Oh you have no idea. He's more than just something, he's everything.”

Lorraine laughs, “I used to think the same thing about your Dad, until he ran away with his young Brazilian intern. But look at you going and landing yourself a Duke.”

Kate tosses the vegetables in the bowl with a pair of tongs. “Well ….actually he married a Duchess. He was just a poor homeless shmuck before he met me.”

Drake protests with a laugh, “Hey I wasn't homeless.”

“If I had accepted Nicholas’ proposal I would have so totally kicked you out of the Palace,” Kate teases as she places the salad bowl on the table.

Drake slips an arm around her back, untying her apron strings. “Well then this poor shmuck is lucky you turned him down then. Otherwise taking that bullet to the arm was a total waste of time.”

Lorraine turns around and leans against the counter, her arms crossed. “Oh my goodness you two lead interesting lives don't you? Bullets, assassins, multiple proposals it's like you live in a movie or a novel.”

Kate laughs, “Well actually we do! One of our friends documented the whole thing. I'll have to send you a copy of his book.”

“Well I suppose that's one way to get caught up on what I've been missing. I saw you two on the cover of a magazine at the grocery store, and couldn't believe it. I so wish I could have been at the wedding. It's not everyday that your daughter gets married and becomes a National hero at the same time.”

“Actually to make sure it was extra official we got married twice,” Kate chuckles as Drake wraps her in a hug.

When the oven timer beeps Lorraine grabs her oven mitts and takes the tray of meatballs out of the oven.

“What do you mean twice? Oh never mind, I don't need to know.” Lorraine sighs, turning off the oven.

While Lorraine is busy at the stove, Drake slips his hand behind Kate's apron and places it on her belly. He leans in and whispers into her ear. “Should we tell her?”

Kate tips her head to the side and gives him a kiss. “Sssh, not yet.”

Turning around from the stove, Lorraine unties her own apron and sets it aside. “Ok you love birds, save the smooching and sweet nothings for later. Dinner's ready and as soon as Carol gets home we'll dish up. In the meantime I need to round up the cats and feed them too.”

Kate's eyes light up, “Ooh can I help? I want to meet the kitties.”

She pulls off her apron and tosses it at Drake. “Here hold this for me. Can we trust you all by yourself in the kitchen with all this food?”

Drake's stomach growls. Between all the delicious smells in the kitchen he wasn't so sure he could be trusted. He grins, pulling out his phone. “I make no promises. But I'll try to distract myself by checking in with Mara and giving her a situation report.”

Lorraine frowns at Kate as they exit the kitchen. “Who's Mara?”

Kate reaches out and touches her arm to reassure her, “My bodyguard. She's back in Seattle at the hotel. It was tough to convince her to stay behind today. But I promised her we'd check in regularly, and contact the local authorities if anything bad happened.”

Her mother nods, “Does Drake have a bodyguard too?”

Kate glances over her shoulder back toward the kitchen as they go down the hall, lowering her voice. “He does, but Drake is so used to looking after himself that he rarely sees the need to give him much work outside of Cordonia. He left Preston back in Valtoria with instructions to keep watch over the estate.”

Back in the kitchen, Drake leans against the counter and talks to Mara on the phone. In his other hand is the remainder of his chocolate donut.

“Everything is fine Mara, aside from some delinquent water fowl there hasn't been anything to worry about.”

On the other end of the line Mara sounds agitated and out of breath, evidently she's been pacing the room and waiting for his call. “I don't like it. I should be there to keep an eye on you and Kate. With all the added attention this Royal Heir business has brought upon you both we never know who we can trust.”

With a sigh Drake takes a bite of donut, “Well I'm pretty sure we're safe with Kate's mother. But if it'll make you feel better you can coordinate with the local authorities in Klamath Falls to be on alert in case we need assistance.” Damn what a mother hen she is. Surely this will give her something to do in our absence.

Mara's smile of relief is audible in her voice, “I'll get right on that Your Grace. Oh and at what hour should I expect you and the Duchess back at the hotel tonight?”

Drake chews on his lip hesitantly before answering, “Well considering the length of the drive and that we're just about to sit down for dinner, it's not likely we'll be back tonight.”

“But that's..that's unacceptable and a serious breach of protocol. I insist that you reconsider your decision to stay overnight Your Grace.”

Drake runs his hand through his hair in frustration, “I seriously don't see a problem Mara. There's no foreseeable threat. Just do as I asked and then get some sleep. We'll be back in the morning.”

Before she can protest further he hangs up.

Great. Now she's got me all nervous about being out here in buttfuck nowhere without backup. Thanks a lot.

Out in the backyard in the diminished light of early evening, a fox silently trots toward the poultry pen. Sniffing the air and with his tail held low he discerns no obvious threats. This wasn't his first visit. Poking his snout through the waffled metal fence, he clamps down on the metal wire with his teeth and tugs in an attempt to loosen it from the wooden frame. When it doesn't budge, he paws at the soft ground next to the fence instead and begins to dig a hole.

On the far side of the pen by the gate, Clem is resting with his face tucked under his wing. The sound of scratching jolts him out of his doze and he puffs out his feathers and opens his beak to hiss a warning. The fox stops digging and crouches low to begin wriggling under the fence. With a flap of his wings and a strangled hissing honk, Clem launches himself across the pen to attack the intruder. With gnashing teeth the fox fights back with a yip and a snarl. Clem flaps his wings and beats the fox around the head until he struggles his way back out of the hole. The fox shakes off the dirt from his fur and then sneezes before running away. Clem sees the hole as a new point of escape, ducking his head and attempting to fit under the fence. He only gets halfway through and gets stuck, one wing on either side of the fence. In his panicked state he starts flapping his wings and honking loudly.

In the kitchen the sudden commotion caused Drake to almost choke on the last bite of his donut. What the fuck is Clem up to now?

The headlights of Carol’s Jeep illuminate the front yard as she pulls into the driveway. As she parks next to Drake's rented black Lexus, she can't help but raise her eyebrows. Apparently the Duke and Duchess travel in style.

When she cuts the engine Clem’s loud honking meets her ears. Looking toward the house she's surprised to see a man in a white dress shirt and jeans come out through the screen door carrying a broom.

Well hello there handsome stranger, you must be Drake.

In the glaring flood of her headlights he raises a hand to shield his eyes. Oops sorry.

Shutting off her lights, Carol gets out of the Jeep. “Hi there. You must be Drake.”

Drake smiles, giving a slight nod. “Carol, I assume.”

Stepping forward, Carol sticks out her hand in greeting. Drake wipes his hand on his jeans and then accepts her handshake. Clem continues to honk loudly.

“I see you're armed. Is the darn goose causing problems again?” she laughs.

Drake looks down at the broom in his hand, “It seemed to do the trick earlier, so I figured why not.”

“Well I guess we need to identify the source of the problem then. I'll lead the way.” Carol says, stepping past Drake.

He makes an “after you" gesture with his arm and then falls in behind her. As they come around to the back of the house, the other feathered residents in the chicken coop are also raising a fuss. Carol checks the latch on Clem's pen and sees it still fastened.

“Ok well he didn't get out this way.”

Pointing with the handle of the broom in the dim light Drake says, “Nope, from the looks of things he's found another way. Or at least he tried.”

Clem has stopped struggling and is just laying there wedged and wailing.

“Now what?” Carol wonders.

“Well with his wings out like that he can't really move forward or backward. So we need to get him to fold up a wing and either back up or squeeze the rest of the way through.” Drake offers with a shrug.

“Ok then Sir Broomsalot, which end do you want to tackle? Cuz he's either gonna snap and hiss from the front, or blow shit all over you from the back.” Carol laughs.

“Well he's better off back in his pen than out of it. So I'll tackle him from the front. I have the broom for protection.” Drake says, apprehensively.

“You don't sound so sure about this plan.” Carol says, placing her hand on the top of the gate preparing to get in with Clem.

Drake walks around the enclosure to the opposite side. “Well I'd rather just whack the hell out of him until he pops through, but that's liable to break a wing or maim him in some other way.”

Carol chuckles, “That wouldn't hurt my feelings. But it wouldn't do him any good to die of an infection before we're ready to…you know.”

Drake looks down at the silly goose as he hisses and snaps at him. “Ok here's the plan. I’ll use the broom to deflect his head and neck back toward his body. Then I'll fold in his wing and then shove him back through. Can you grab him by the legs and pull?”

Carol laughs as she gets into the pen, “Ok, it's worth a shot. It wouldn't be the first time the damn bastard has shit on me.”

Drake nods, crouching down with the flat side of the broom as a shield in front of him, “Alrighty then, here goes.”

Clem honks and starts to flap his wings in protest as Drake presses the broom into the side of his face. But with his head and neck turned to the side he stops struggling. Drake braces the broom with his knee and then carefully folds in his wing the best he can. “Ok now pull.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Carol turns her head to the side and then yanks the goose by the legs and whips him off to the side. In a flurry of flapping and feathers, Clem tumbles across the pen and then rights himself again. With a flap of his wings and a shake of his head he seems to be more or less back to normal, save for a few lost feathers.

Drake drops back on his ass on the ground, laughing. Carol scrambles to her feet and gestures for Drake to help her up over the side of the pen. “Hey! Get off yer ass and help me outta here.”

“Oh right.” Drake rolls over and gets up. He sticks the broom down into the pen and Carol steps up on the side of it, and then scrambles over the side with his help.

Glancing around for something to block the hole, she points to a large plant pot nearby. “Can you lift that? Use it to block the hole for tonight?”

Drake frowns, sucking in a breath and then letting it out with a shrug. “Ok sure.”

Carol opens her mouth to offer to help, but then Drake squats and lifts the planter of flowers easily and places it next to the fence.

“Wow, brains and brawn. You're the complete package aren't you.” Carol chuckles.

“He sure is,” a voice says from behind them.

Carol and Drake turn to see Kate coming out of the backdoor. “Uh Carol, this is my wife Kate.” Drake says with a grin, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Oh my goodness if you're not the spitting image of your mother!” Carol exclaims happily.

Kate nods and laughs, “Thanks, now if you two are done playing duck-duck-goose, why don't you come in for supper?”

Drake bows his head to Kate and gives her a wink and smile, “Yes ma'am.”

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