#Robin Thorne

[domakirart]

My Rooks :D

[ihadtofindyou]

every episode of bbc ghosts as text posts: series one

[universal-shenanigans]

Scarring Memories

((Took a break from updating the bog and co to put this chapter of the Mob AU out. Just so I can get into the mode of writing the storylines for the blog’s ACTUAL AUs.))

//TW: Slight mention of Ph*si*al A*use & P*nic A**ack

     Alexa, Alex, and Andrew had arrived back at their apartment. Although the complex and the others around it were decent, the area was still dingy and dark. The stench of trash, alcohol, and the cigars of the "local mobsters" took over the air like a toxic haze. As they climbed the stairs to their floor, they passed the halls that filled with assorted sounds. Televisions, children, animals, and the occasional rhythmic thumping. The trio reached their door and hurried inside.

     "Al, if you could." Alex nodded and loaded her pistols. She took a lap around the apartment. She checked every closet, under every bed, and behind anything that could even be considered a hiding place. When finished, she walked into the living room as she unloaded her guns. "We're clear."

     "Alright. Get ahold of Frankie and I'll call my dad. We need as many options as we can get to even get a step in the right direction."

     "Got it. Andy, could ya come help me out?" He nodded and followed her to her room. Alexa quickly grabbed her laptop from her own room and walked back to the living room as she waited for her father to pick up.

     "Hello?"

     "Hi daddy. I need your help with something."

     "Of course, Pup. Whatcha need?"

     "Alright, I need you to look up the ties Arthur and I had made when we were together. I’m also gonna need a list of our connections. Both of’em gotta be from most reliable to the least. Also, and this is optional cause I’m already asking for a lot and I don’t know if you really remember, it would help if you could mark who’s dead. Saves us a lot of time.”

     "Your mother and I are on it. I'll get it to you as soon as I can."

     "Okay. Thanks daddy. Tell mama I said hi. Love you lots."

     "No problem Princess, I will. Love you more."

     She put her phone away and sighed heavily. Running her fingers through her hair before typing away on the keyboard. Being the daughter of a very high-ranking mob boss came with its own perks. Alexa had access to previous records and files of various mobsters and the crimes they’ve committed over the years. It also helped that having had a previous relationship with Arthur, she had leeway on what she could access and keep on him specifically. She gazed at the laptop screen once she was able to pull him up. The first thing she saw almost acted as a warning sign:

CONFIDENTIAL

     Hesitantly scrolling past, his picture now plastered the screen. Arthur Bushell. The pages on him were extensive. The photos that littered the document made her stomach twist. As she searched through the file, Alexa found many incidents that she was certain were very new. Others made her breathing hitch as she gripped the bottom of her shirt. One incident made her abruptly stop her scrolling. The bruises, the gashes, cuts, and blood...the demented look in his eye as he looked at her. The photo caused her to let out a shaky breath and caress her abdomen. She could feel the reminders. Her heartbeat slowly increased its pace as she looked at each photo.

     "What the fuck are you doing?!"

     Hard to breathe.

     "Arthur, stop! Please!"

     The stinging.

     "One. False. Move. That's all it fucking takes Alexa..."

     The God damn ringing.

     Can't breathe. Stop. Please. Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

     CAN’T BREATHE.

     "I CAN'T BREATHE!"

     "ALEXA!”

     She jumped when Alex shook her. She quickly wiped her eyes and grabbed the bottom of her shirt to wipe the rest of her face. Her friend let out a heavy sigh and moved the laptop to the coffee table. Alexa was now visibly shaking, clenching her shirt and on the verge of hyperventilating. Alex sat down and wrapped her arms around her.

     "You’re okay. I’m right here, try to breathe slowly..."

     Alexa nodded, gripping on Alex's shirt. Her eyes wouldn't fixate on one thing. They moved constantly as she tried to relax her breathing. The ringing had slowly begun to stop. Alex's soothing voice did help a bit. But the thought of him-having control over her, touching her...she saw that as a fate worse than death.

     Brrring! Brrring!

     Alex answered, "Hello? Yeah, she’s right here hang on." She covered the phone and quietly asked her if was able to talk to her father. Alexa was still quite shaken up after her breakdown a moment ago, but she didn’t want to worry her father. Plus, it could be an update on the files they needed. She gave a small nod and Alex handed her the phone, “Yes daddy?”

     "Pup? Are you alright? You sound upset."

     She noticed that her breathing was still a bit heavy. Besides his fatherly instinct, it was kind of a dead giveaway. As it finally slowed down, she was able to answer clearly, "Yeah, I'm okay. Do you have an update?"

     "Yes. We’re halfway through the list and I’ll send it as soon as it’s finished."

     "Alright. Thanks again daddy."

     "Anytime sweetie, and you're sure that you're alright?" His worry still remained.

     "Yes, I promise I'm okay.” A lie.

     "Well, alright. I’ll get it to you as soon as I can. I love you."

     She managed to crack a small smile, “I love you too papa.”

     Once she hung up the phone, she dropped her head in her hands and sighed heavily. Alex rubbed her back softly, "Hey, maybe you should take a break. We know this is a lot."

     "..." She didn't say anything right away. Alex was absolutely right. This is a lot. Especially with everything she's gone through with the psycho. But she saw this as a chance. A chance she couldn't pass up. Too many things...too many people were at stake. Alex squeezed her shoulder to bring her back. She glanced at her friend and nodded. "Yeah...yeah I need a...a bath. Or something..."

     "Go ahead. I'll get Andy and we'll let you know about the rest of the list. But please, don't stress yourself out on this. We just, gotta be cautious and stuff, ya know?" She quietly nodded and pushed herself off the couch.

~

     Alexa laid in the tub, letting her face and hair sink in the water. The warmth against her skin was relaxing. Even it was for a moment. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She just needed to take a break. Breathe. Clear her mind as much as possible. But, she couldn’t help but run her fingers along the scars. The memories were starting to buzz around her head again. She could remember how loud she screamed before he...

     ...

     She took another deep breath. Push it down...Relax. Too much to do...

     She left the bath. Too much was racing around in her head to really try to relax. After getting changed, she walked into the living room and met with somber expressions on her friends’ faces. She gazed upon, worry starting to build inside her. “What happened?”

     “We got the list from both your dads...” Andrew said quietly. But she could hear a mixture of discontent in his voice. She looked at Alex, who was silent. However, she knew her friend long enough to know that her body spoke louder than her words. Alex whipped the laptop around and pushed it towards her. Alexa watched her pinch the bridge of her nose and let out a troubled sigh as she pulled the laptop closer. Not a good sign. She scrolled through the file and found...so many names. Way too many. Far too many with the same status: DECEASED. She wanted to throw the biggest fit at that moment. Scream, yell, throw things and punch holes in the walls. At least it would be something to get rid of the frustration that was building up. She took a deep breath, “...call ‘V’...”

[nortism]

bbc ghosts as “things to never say to someone who just came out”

[baynton]

BBC Ghosts | 5x05: Carpe Diem

[mozzzz05]

I just had an upsetting thought - what if Alison constantly visited the Ghosts and knew - when she was old and grey and had lived a life - that she was going to die, so she made sure she was in Button House for it?

Mike accepts it and understands her want to go back to the Ghosts, they’re like family, they’re always there.

But then it’s Mike’s turn to go and he decides it must happen at Button House too. He’ll see his wife again! Spend a couple of hundred years together & hey he can actually meet/talk to the ghosts now!

Only when he dies and he meets all the Ghosts, who are all excited to actually talk to him etc, he asks where Alison is, only to find that she moved on straight away.

He finally gets to see a part of his life that was so bizarre for him, so secret and hidden, part of his life where he only ever had half a story. And now he has that half but his whole world is still gone and he doesn’t know when he’ll ever see her again.

[almondcroissantsandink]

The Thomas Thorne Affair

[donpringle]

BBC Ghosts chaos

[cazbogie]

[classichorrorblog]

Summer School (1987)

[playa-pariah]

Finally complete :’)

(There’s an Easter egg in each portrait ;))

[ihadtofindyou]

made this helpful guide for my friend who doesn't go here.

[yaminerua]

Everyone’s favourite dysfunctional dead family

[capitan-copi]

[howicked]

Ah, Robin. We've been looking everywhere for you. Would you mind answering a few questions for us?

BBC GHOSTS (2019-2023) | 05x03 (Pineapple Day)

[lem0nicle]

i tried to make some bbc ghosts thingssss?? :D

i really hope these arent that bad😅